Tehvar fell into his own bed some time later. He spent a few moments on complete loathing for his contemptible parents, his contemptible brothers and sisters, cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles. He hated them all: every one of them. It seemed as though they all contrived to make his life difficult, instead of leaving him to a quiet, peaceful life. No, because a quiet, peaceful life was something that a true demon would become bored with quickly. A true demon enjoyed blood and gore and complete sadism. He would kill and torture if it was needed, but he was far from enjoying it. It was a necessity, and that was all. He made plans in his mind about how he could kill his mother and grandparents, then slowly work down and out on his family tree until only he was left. He relished the thought, cherished it, held it and caressed it until it slipped away when the face of his screaming, terrified father came into his mind. Was it really too much to ask to be a quiet and scholarly demon? He could pioneer technology for them-- but of course, they didn't need it. They were content spreading misery into every little pocket of happiness. How could they live in such an unhappy world? Were they even happy themselves? It was all useless speculation. He couldn't overthrow demon kind, and even if he did, he knew that the humans would rabble together to kill him, the last remaining demon. He sighed. Life would be so much simpler if he was just one or the other. If he could just be a mindless sadist, or just be an innocent human. The two constantly raged and swam in contradictions inside him. He was all contradictions.<br/><br/>He rolled over, grunting angrily and putting a pillow over his face. Maybe he could just smother himself and be reborn as a lazy cat. He'd be very happy as a cat. His thoughts turned to his mother again. How much he would love to see her writhe in agony as she died before him. Then he became disgusted with himself. How could he enjoy and hate something so much at once? It must have been nice when it was all just humans, he thought, and all just demons, in separate realms of being. Then he wouldn't exist to be pained by all these contradictions. He wondered if other half-breeds felt this way.<br/><br/>"Cursed demons. Cursed humans. Damn them all to oblivion..." Sometimes when he got this way, he just wanted to kill everything in his way. But he also wanted to preserve his little piece of heaven. Him and his perfect little humans-- he liked them. They feared and loved him. When there was a happy atmosphere in the house, he was happy too. Well, usually. Now he was worried about his perfect little humans-- and most of all, himself.<br/><br/>If Amora failed, he was a dead man. He had big plans for her. Her first magic lesson would be in the morning. He'd teach her to fight with her hands, with weapons, and with magic. She'd resist some of his lessons, and he would love the challenge. But he didn't have time for her to be obstinate. If she failed... his little piece of heaven would be choked out, and his whole light in the world would vanish. But her determination and spirit was so... perfect. The perfect addition to his perfect patch of life. She was the one for the job, no doubt about it, and somehow he had to get her on his side. He mused about how he could win her over, and nodded off to sleep...