18 Years ago, your mother went wild with a guy, ended up on a video that got like a million hits while she really tramped it up online. Her 'producer' was like a drug for her, one she didn't want off of. Until she got knocked up. He dropped her like a bad habit, and your mom , having already burned her bridges with family and not having many real friends found herself waking up out of a wild dream to face a very harsh reality. She was about to be a single mother with zero prospects. It's a story that was in your bloodline before, though you didn't know that until much later. So it was your mom fled to religion, denouncing her 'sinful lifestyle' and the evil of it. You don't blame her really,she needed someone, and there's no zeal like the newly converted. The church she ran to might seem to others to be too controlling, but it did offer charity. She took it. Being the bastard child , well, everyone in the church patted themselves on the back for treating you so kindly, which got galling. But you bent head and went with it. But the older you got, the wilder you felt, like a caged animal inside. Like you were trapped behind iron bars and you hadn't DONE anything wrong! And you wanted to do wrong, you wanted to do wrong so badly. you wanted to dance without shame, show your body to entice,, you wanted to kiss boys..and girls! Wicked evil thoughts that you dare not tell. Sometimes you'd explode with temper than apologize. Some worried the devil was in you! And sometimes your mom looked at you and shuddered as if she saw something of HIM. At 17 you went to a movie, it wasn't even rated R but you still slipped out. You got separated from your friends and found a party and that's when... that's when you had your dream dance. You learned what you were, a demon! Just like your dad! Of course, they tried to explain, the other fae, and you... you grasp that... but even after you were sained you worry. So you're not a demon, you're a satyr. Your dad was a Satyr, and he was a monster. You've never met your dad. His lust had been twisted by envy, until he did crimes even the most unseelie balked at. Now he's being punished in some Liam holding. But you find yourself wondering if his blood touches your very fae self. Your name is Magdalene, and you are the daughter of Tantalus.