Demona smiled just a little at that. ”The heart wants what the heart wants, it seems.” She told her simply.

”…True. But I confess, I’m surprised to hear you say so.” Una replied.

”Since we were last together, it’s been one surprise after another, I’m afraid.” She offered.

”Something happened, didn’t it? Something more than even whatever it is between you and this human woman?” Una asked.

”As usual, you see to the heart of the matter.” Demona replied with the hint of a fond smile. ”You know of my business last night?”

”Your first clan; the survivors.” Una provided.

Her first clan, besides Goliath, and two others, Athena and Apollo (whom she and Fox had later rescued and brought to this time by use of the Phoenix gate; a magical talisman that could transport you through time, though not allow you to change the past in any way – when you used it, your actions were in some strange way pre-destined and unchangeable), had all been wiped out when the castle had been sacked by the Vikings. That is, all except for four males of her clan and her ’dog’; three of the males only younglings, the fourth an elder, their former leader, before Goliath had taken over in that role. By now, she had accounted for three of them, including her ’dog’. But he was the only one freed of the curse. The curse cast a thousand years ago that had trapped the five of them in perpetual stone sleep. The terms of the spell were that they would sleep until Wyvern castle rose above the clouds. An absurd condition of course, but that was the point. It was the magical equivitant of modern day contract law, which, by the way, she had nearly as little fondness for. Without a condition set into the spell, it could be broken fairly easily, so the human who’d made the spell, naturally, decided to set a condition he considered impossible. It was in a conversation with Xanatos that she recently realized though, that, given the resources of the modern age, the condition was hardly impossible any longer, merely very costly. A simpler way, of course, would be the method by which her dog had been freed: Titania. The queen of Avalon was, apparently, more than a match for the human who’d crafted the spell, and, in exchange for a favor from her, she’d broken the spell and freed her dog years ago. She wasn’t at all sure that she could convince Titania to be so generous with the rest of her cursed clan-mates, at least not without some price being paid, but perhaps Fox would be able to convince her? If not, she would try Xanatos’s method; the time and the exorbitant expense involved would be a small price to pay for the results, after all.