Sorry it's taken so long, I'll be posting up regularly after this Chapter.
Korvirn after a few months of being gone he had taken Deri'me away from the Undercity. The conclusion Romulus had given him did not satisfy him, magical mutation. The warlock didn't believe it for a second, that was a better excuse for him to use if anyone saw her skin. e had a hard time figuring out what to do with her. He can't abandon her like her 'Father' had done, he couldn't kill her the first time around he sure as hell can't do it now. he was to well aware right now. No he couldn't do it, he didn't have a choice to do it. Whatever this...child is, it not just a regular Sin'dorei. She has a pull on the Fel.
Korvirn cursed starting at the sleeping child in his lap, they'll be traveling for awhile. A very long time.
Several years later, he grew worried Deri'me had been with him for years, she was showing signs of being a skilled summoner. A clumsy Summoner but skilled. She had some how managed to summon several imps in their tent and was playing with them. He noticed something else. A marking appeared on her shoulder. He had to deal with that now. She was a child still. He forcefully banned the imps back to the nether or any remained fled on their own accord. He forcefully pulled her from the tent out into the opening. One hand firmly gripped onto her wrist. His free hand with a simple snap his shivarra had come from her hiding.
"Hold her down, make sure she's still." The giant Demon did what she was told. Deri'me was crying. Confused. Asking what she did wrong. Korvirn grit his teeth. Grabbing his spell book, he needed something to counter react that unruly thing on her shoulder. He flipped through a few pages, finally settling on a certain spell. That spell would take hours to finish, while it was casted on her. It caused her to to be in great pain. Screaming. Asking him to stop. It hurt her. It hurt him as well but not physically, it hurt him emotionally to see her like that. It hurt him. His Shivarra as well felt in pain watching the girl in such torment. Even after the spell was finished, the mark on her arm was gone and a new mark appeared on her hand. She wouldn't stop crying... All night she wouldn't stop.
It was another few years later when he finally brought her back to Eversong Woods, years of being tested on by the Forsaken, left her arms scarred along with many other parts of her body. He trained her to be controlled, to know her place. To be scared of everything. Everyone. Even herself. She was quiet and timid. She looked like a runt compared to the other Elven women in the city. Much shorter, bright Silver hair to match the oddity. He had gotten her new clothing. Clothing that would cover every last inch of her body. No skin showed, a veil to cover her face. She didn't object. She didn't want to be hurt. She was so scared. She stayed by him the entirety of the time they were in the city.
More years passed, he had restricted how far he would teach her Fel Magic. Nothing but lower class demons to protect her when needed. Nothing else. He focused the rest her training on reading old ruins a few demons teaching her how to speak their own language. He didn't like that idea. He thought over his time with the child. Whenever the veil was off he could see it in her eyes, she was scared. Of everything including herself. She did what she was told. It was all for her. To keep her safe. He didn't want her harmed.
Once she reached well over her 1,300 age mark. He told her she needed to take care of herself from now on. She begged not to leave her. He left. Only occasionally checking up on her. She stayed covered, not daring to talk to anyone. She wanted to know what she was, becoming the Apothecary Societies person Guinea Pig, allowing the Forsaken to do whatever they wanted to her. She wanted to know. They didn't know. It left her with more scars and pain to deal with.
The small child who laughed and smiled so happily had been broken down, scared and in pain for so long. Unable to stand up for herself, unable to show who she was. Unable to do anything for her own. The only friends the child had were the minor demons she summoned, quietly talking to them in the shadows.
Sorry it was so short, but I wanted to wrap up her raising in a short summery like story. Again the time line is screwy. So humor me.