They were just one of the hundred chosen; her mother half heartedly chose. "Mother, you called." Nyx walked up the platform toward the dark figure on the throne.
Staring at Nyx, her daughter, who had white, lustrous hair flowing to her buttocks, long, pointy ears, and a pair of folded wings on her back, Demeter's lips curled into a radiant smile.
Nyx was the product of her joint essence with the god of the underworld, who was the highest and most powerful being among the demon race.
Their essences were parts of their origins that lay in the depths of their hearts. After her sister got a daughter through the world tree, a jealous, aggrieved Demeter barged into Daemon's temple, manipulated his desires, took his essence, and gracefully left, leaving a pitiful man behind.
Demeter knew of Daemon's lust for her even when he had a beautiful wife and several mistresses, but all she saw was his power.
