"Be sure that no one sees you exit, and never show yourself here again!" the man who called himself your father ordered you tersely. Of course, you knew the truth, or at least part of it. The soul of this man's daughter was destroyed in his wife's womb, and a Demon Lord planted in that fetus whatever passed for a soul in the demon realm. Or so you had been told.
"Yes, Father," you nodded obediently, as you did with all his demands. He, his wife, and his son (older than you), all knew what you were. Of course, none of them would ever dare to give any indication of it outside the privacy of their rooms. Naturally, if it were known that a prosperous family were housing a Demonblood, the entire manor would be razed to the ground, and all within slaughtered by the Blood Clerics.
Your "father," being aware of this, had taken precautions. Your noble "brother" had been groomed from the time you were born, and was now a promising priest within the Holy Blood order. No one would suspect such a righteous individual of harboring a Demonblood.
You never knew what your "parents" received for their pact with the Demon Lord. Was it riches? Fame? Power? All seemed likely candidates, knowing your "family." However, they had never bothered to tell you, and truthfully, you weren't sure you actually wanted to know.
All in all, you seemed to the world like the sheltered young daughter of a rich clan, kept largely hidden from the public, although there was nothing that would actually reveal you as Demonblood. That is, nothing that would reveal you until your sixteenth birthday. Which was tomorrow.
Which was why you were packing travel goods and readying yourself for what might be a very long journey. You didn't know where you were headed, but it was not as though your "parents" cared. All they wanted to be sure of was that you were out of the city before sunrise, and never seen again. Your "brother's" only concern was to arrange your passage through the gates with no one being the wiser. The would either claim you were married off or dead if anyone actually noticed your absence.
So it was on the morning of your sixteenth birthday you found yourself alone on the road, everything you had ever known in the world behind you. You had been told the Demon Lord would find you, but you weren't even sure which Demon Lord it was, or where you were supposed to go. Sighing you begin your long walk, simply following the road to wherever it would take you.
The truding pace of the road began to numb your mind as you stared down at your moving feet, and eventually you mindlessly proceeded along. You were so unaware of your surroundings you did not notice when a strange mist arose and the sunlight dimmed. The landscape appeared barren, but the fog would not have allowed you to see much even if you were interested in discovering your location.
Your apathy was broken by the strange sound of various flutes, percussion instruments, and trumpets. Finally looking up, you saw shadows moving out of the mist in your direction; what appears to be some sort of procession is coming your way. You move to the side of the road, giving way to the attendants of what must be some foreign noble, given their strange yet elegant garb. Then, out of the mist emerges a beautifully-dressed individual riding delicately on a desert horse.
From the dress, you cannot tell if the individual is male or female, and naturally, do not dare to look up to confirm it. However, something causes you to raise your head involuntarily, and you cannot prevent your eyes from traveling up as well. There is a silky veil covering the bottom half of the foreigner's face, and a few strands of soft hair peek out from beneath a rather elaborate headdress. At that moment, you find that the stranger's eyes have locked on to yours and you cannot look away. Although you feel like you cannot move, a nervousness bubbles up inside you, so you decide you have to...