Kael paced angrily amongst the cold of the stone floors in his sanctuary of darkness. For months, Leila had been hidden from him without means of clues or hints to where she could be; but little did he know of the magic that sealed her scent from existence. He growled in an animalistic manner, "Where is she...? And that bastard child of hers!" He hissed and growled once again.
Standing by his stone window, the black vines made of goo and crisped burnt rock, he scraped his long mouldy nails into the dead earth beneath his hand. His black slits thinned further to a line of dots; barely visible to the naked eye.
No, he did not know where his daughter and grandchild could possibly be, even his greatest magic couldn't crack the gate of the blasted secret.