Tehvar was the lucky one. His mother had been a demoness with a taste for humans, and his father had been a human who was just twisted enough to willingly fall into a demon's bed. His father was a slave, bred, groomed, and trained by demons. He was of most excellent breeding; a specimen in possession of a perfect body, and an intelligent, cruel, calculating mind. It was his unusual propensity for back-stabbing and working only for himself that drew the demoness Eskhara to him. She was immensely wealthy and beautiful, and of incredibly high standing. She bought him as soon as she caught wind of his nature and ability for spellcasting. He became her privileged bed warmer, cook, and occasional partner in torture, and from that strange union, Tehvar was born.<br/><br/>Now, Eskhara was no stranger to pushing monstrosities through her hips. She was frivolous, and so most were not viable to be heirs. They would be sold into slavery, like the mongrel love children they were. The same was intended for her half human child, who would sell for almost twice as much as the others. However, when Tehvar was born, she found something attractive about him. There was something about those innocent human eyes resting in the head and body of a freezingly beautiful demon that amused her. He had bright green eyes and smoky grey-blue skin, with soft brown hair atop his horned head, and a tuft at the end of his long, slender tail. An attractive child, to be sure. For this Eskhara found it to be her whim to keep him, groom him and train him as her own. If he put one foot down wrong, he was bound for the auction house, where undoubtedly he would get the best price.<br/><br/>But like his father, Tehvar was cunning. He was creative and cruel, but obedient. He followed each of his mother's lessons to the letter, keeping her immensely pleased. When he was of an age to strike out on his own, she had intended to finally sell him. But this did not come to pass. He was so strikingly beautiful, and more importantly, capable, that Eskhara found him to be a more suitable heir than any of her other children. The way he somehow managed to keep innocent humanity in his eyes, despite his true nature, made it easy for him to gain the trust of his peers and betters in their harsh society.<br/><br/>All she had to do was make it so that they both had so much social standing, no one would bat an eye at his status as a love child. In order to become a full fledged,<span style="font-style: italic">viable</span>, demon, all he had to do was prove that he would never be overcome by his humanity. His task? Kill his sire, the one who had dirtied his blood in the first place.  Tehvar had no qualms with this. His father had always considered him a nuisance who stole his mother's attention, and the feeling was mutual. His father dispatched of, he could finally inherit.<br/><br/>This done, his mother gave him land and titles, and Tehvar was free to go on his merry way. He discovered a taste in human slaves, and bought them frequently to work in his manor. What was unusual was how lavishly they were treated. Every member of his household had a happy and luxurious lifestyle. A happy slave worked hard to make a happy master-- as was his excuse, and perhaps even his reason. No one knew.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>It had come time again that Tehvar was craving a new face in his house. The young demon was having a day in which he felt picky. This new human would have to be truly worthy of every bit of coin he spent. After all, it was expensive to spoil his pets as he did. The human he was currently looking at was weak and boring. As he watched other demons go before him, groping and exploring the woman, he recognized her reactions as the usual. She was frightened and upset, but said nothing as their hands were all over her. No fight and no spirit. He yawned. She was not worthy of his efforts.<br/><br/>Already uninterested, he let the lesser demons bid and fight and squabble over the weak mousling of a girl. He moved on to look at the next human to be brought onto the stage and sold. His eyes settled on Amora, and he smiled. He wouldn't mind having her in his house. He moved closer to inspect her further. "Hello, little mouse," he said, voice smooth like satin, one hand cupping her cheek, the other inspecting her fair hair.