The coiled horns protruding from Reghana's head was proof of her demonic descent, yet she was once wed to a human earl. Though they loved each other dearly, her natural lifespan greatly exceeded his, and now she whiled her days of solitude reminiscing within the opulent estate bequeathed to her. As she drowsily arose from her bed one morning, a sudden memory brought her gaze towards the sunlit window. In truth, she had inherited more than the mansion; an entire town lay beyond the panes. For the first time since his passing, she showed interest in something besides her somber recollections.