The Paths of Sin and Redemption

Chapter 8

Mephiles awoke rather early that following morning to take advantage of the day. He eventually had a servant fetch him some herbal tea with honey as a nice pick-me-up to get his day started.

And once he was soothed by his first cup of tea, he decided to have another as he went off to look at all those books, tomes, and scrolls his mother had left behind...

The various forms of literature were in his very personal library, along with treasures and books that he had kept very dear to his heart over the years. He kept the library locked up tight--not even his servants were allowed in. The windows were even barred as an extra precaution.

He slowly poked around the shelf where he specifically kept things that his mother had left him. There wasn't a lot, but there were plenty of books on magic. He grabbed a few randomly and flipped through them, not really sure what to look for.

And deciding to look for passages related to all that he's seen Silver doing, he tried to narrow down his search... He quickly noticed something about curses, so he looked into that further. Upon reading, he felt sick. To lay a curse, the caster needed to be filled with nothing but hate and loathing. Hate the target so much that death was viewed as a mercy. You apparently really needed to know what you were doing to cast such a big curse like Silver had done, apparently....either that or he would've burst to flames and died.

And something else that he learned, the caster had to have a rather powerful energy source to tap into in order to have enough power to initiate such a curse in the first place, let alone having enough energy to end it.

Mephiles frowned deeply in confusion. Just where on earth did Silver get such an immense source of power from? He could've seen him getting his energy from Manic when they'd been together, but what about now? Manic was dead both when he cast the curse and when he'd partially removed it...not to mention all these spells he's been casting for nearly the past week. Even small ones such as those would've drained (and killed) a lowly hanyou by now. The Demon Lord couldn't help but wonder...just what kind of hanyou was Silver? It was obvious that he was a half breed, you could smell his mixed blood from a mile away. But....just what exactly was his blood mixed with??

That sort of power scared him, if only the curse could be broken after the casters' death, he would've taken care of that ages ago. He'd have to look into this further but at a later time; his guests were waking up. And he really was not even considering the idea if letting them in here.

Mephiles locked the door behind him, planning for more researching that night. He greeted Sonic, seeing that was the one who was awake and not his brother as he wandered down the hall from his personal chambers and library. Sonic politely greeted him with a respectful bow, both demon and hanyou having a light conversation on their way to the dining hall for breakfast.

Mephiles found Sonic to be rather appealing as they walked on; the azure held conversations rather well. Even as a hanyou, he kind of wanted Sonic to be more relaxed around him since the uke was still very formal with him.

Shadow woke up soon after, slowly wandering the halls and reliving a fond and cherished memories. He eventually found his brother and his mate engaged rather friendly conversation about just how Sonic had beaten Shadow when they'd first met. It was rather amusing to hear.

But he walked on. His mate and brother would be understanding as to why he wanted to roam alone. As he continued on, he rounded a corner and literally bumped into Silver, before bowing respectfully to his host. "Good morning, Silver~"

"Oh, good morning, Lord Shadow," Silver greeted in return, bowing as well. "And do forgive me, I wasn't watching where I was going..."

Shadow nodded kindly, "I wasn't either, but no harm done." Then he smiled, "Shall we meet with up our mates for breakfast?"