(Vile POV)

I was always alone, without communicating with my own family. 

I grew up unable to communicate as my vocal cords didn't permit me access to releasing natural sound as I discovered my telepathic heritage. 

Daughter of a human and a demon, from father I inherited his eyes as my mother her long blue hair and beautiful appearance. What came along that was mothers lineage inheritance of telepathy. 

I discovered this on a trip to mothers hometown in which I did the fact of being telepathic as I saw it as a forbidden art. Mother knew my motives and instead led me on hand signs for most of my life. Although it was often hard to understand, we developed a way with our emotions. 

My older twin sister had returned unscathed, gratefully I ran to her as she seemed lost and afraid. She ridded of those emotions and hugged me tight as if tears had passed. 

She seemed exhausted which made me jealous of how much stronger she was compared to me. 

She had everything, I am unable to form magic and had studied profoundly on the sword and grew gradually to love the sword. I was envious however, due to the fact of my inability to cast spells due to the need of incantations. 

I had been in the second carriage as we'd arrived at the bloody scene and we all united into a single ride as we headed to a small village. 

It was home to fathers fourth wife and our youngest brother in the family. I've heard repeatedly from my father of how much he looked like his fourth wife. Which was strange considering he was born masculine. 

After he'd returned, these plans were made for us to visit the small location in order to congratulate Greia on her labor, even though it was a year late. 

Even so, it seems very unlikely that these next few days may proceed as normal considering the attacks and Luke's physical state. He seemed completely healed, however he lost an arm that can no longer be replaced. 

"Hey Vile, mind helping me out with the supplies?"

I demonstrated my ready to work expressions with my change of posture to form masculine muscles. This confirmed my availability to help them out in this new process before heading out. 

It was getting dark, so the probability of arriving early as planned was now very unlikely.