Thanks for all the reviews! A lot of people asked how everything happened, so I wrote this as the first part of an explanation. Read, review, and enjoy!

Flashback, Lucivar's POV . . . . .

I dashed into the Hall, grinning like a lunatic. I couldn't wait to congratulate Daemon. I laughed as I ran, the Sadist – a father! I took the stairs three at a time. The corridors went by in a blur. I was an uncle!

Then I hit it. I crossed the threshold into the room and ran head first into what felt like a block of ice. It was so cold. The floor was slick with a thin layer of ice. Crystals formed on my damp hair. My breath came out like a white cloud. I had to use Craft to keep from being thrown backwards by the psychic storm. I wasn't alone. There was something here. A fiend of the Darkness. Something cold. Something savage. The Sadist.

A curse died before it left my lips. A long nailed hand whispered over my neck. I shivered.

"What's wrong?" Never let a predator smell fear. I trembled. Daemonar . . . . Marian . . . . . I knew Daemon wouldn't hesitate to kill me. I didn't fear death, but I did fear for my wife and child. What would this do to the Sadiablo family? A group of people that had only just come back together? Yet I knew that I had no power over Daemon when he went cold, Hell's fire! I would be a fool if I thought I ever had control over Sadi. Where was Jaenelle? There was something terribly wrong.

There was only a voice. "Tell me why I shouldn't tear you apart."

"Bastard . . . ." I licked my lips. It was so cold! "I'm your brother." I knew it was futile. Daemon only asked that question when the answer didn't matter. "You're my boy's uncle . . . . ."

"And you're my daughter's father." The shield dropped. Daemon was leaning against the far wall – hands in pockets, calm as could be, but his eyes were dull and tired. He looked pained. "Are you going to deny it?"

I couldn't speak, or think. "What? That isn't possible!"

"Don't lie to me." I've been lied to all my life, all I want is the truth. Daemon didn't say it out loud.

"It . . . isn't possible. I never mounted her, Daemon, and you know it."

Something shifted in the frozen depths of his eyes. "I know it."

"Then . . . ."

"Do you know what this does to the Sadiablo family?"

I'd already considered it. "Yes."

"Do you know what it would do to Saetan?"

"It would . . . . ." I trailed off.

"Exactly."

"But who —."

Long nails whispered over my back, and pricked my throat. I wondered if this was Daemon's way of making sure he had someone's attention. It worked. "Who?" Daemon laughed. "Prick, you cannot be serious. There is only one person who would do that to Saetan."

"Hekatah."

Daemon nodded. "Yes, Hekatah."

"But . . . . she's dead."

"The spells didn't break when she was destroyed."

The room seemed to spin, I shook my head and tried to focus. "How . . . ."

"I don't know." It had a terrible finality to it.

I braced myself against the wall, the ice melting where my palm pressed against it. "How do you know?"

Wings Yasi. She has wings.

I shuddered. Oh, Daemon, I thought to myself, You really are our father's son.

"How is Jaenelle?"

"Shaken."

"Hell's fire, Daemon, of course she's shaken!"

Daemon snarled. I shut my mouth. "One of us has to tell Saetan."

"I will."

Daemon actually looked relieved. I could understand why.

"I needs to come from me, beside you and him are still . . . ." I stopped before I said something that might get me killed - or possibly just maimed beyond all recognition. I tossed him an arrogant grin, such that I could muster in this freezing room, and turned around to leave.

"Thanks, Prick."

"Anytime, Bastard."