Everyone sees her as innocent - a fresh daisy, a blooming lotus flower, one that should be refrained and deprived of touch. The simplest of touches, that shed skin to light and spread bloomy overcast from sun. 

What the onlookers couldn't catch from their one-sided peripheral view, is the seething desire and bubbling curiosity rustling at the schemes.

She wanted more, she wanted to know more, she wanted to feel more - and when she finally got it, she didn't plan on letting it go. To let it waste away, when its burned and cremated to ash. She wouldn't let the opporitunity get out of her hands - and what she was, really was, deep down, buried inside - stood to become the splitting image of a polar opposite.

When all three were submitted to be the royal guards, nameless with a vague memory of being pulled and born out of eternal darkness - 1, 2, and 3, were all designed and tailored to be complete replaces of earthly humans. Mimic of behaviour, feelings of emotion, taste of flesh and blood.

Their own, flesh and blood, burning to a fine crisp.

Oh, poor, clueless kitties lost and confused - fed lies when they were immortal, made to feel pain when they were actually numb.

Mina loved it, cause there was no possible escape. They were made by an unbreakable link - a chain, sired to her. Just her. Only her. And she had the free will and total power to do whatever she felt or pleased - now, doesn't that just sound like fun? she might as well enjoy it, it was her birthday gift, after all.

To serve, her faithful, sweetly cute, naive demon slaves.