"But now we do." Dryvus' and Invunche, no- Kestral's- voices whispered as one. "Invu- sorry. Kestral... What does this mean...? Did my many times great grandfather seal you away in his descendants?" Dryvus whispers, almost afraid of the answer.
"Yes." Is the only answer, before a long silence. "Since you're wondering... No. There is no way to get me out. Your ancestor used a spell that was far too powerful to break. Even for me. Dark blood magic. The blood of a mage, a virgin killed on her marriage bed, and the blood of another primal demon. I remember everything now... The spell... It was a custom spell. The mage, an extremely powerful one, had created it herself, specifically for me. She gave her life and soul to complete the spell, and your ancestor gave away part of his soul. He was never the same afterwards. Not after the mage died. My guess is, he was in love with her. Maybe she was even your mother. I know not, and care not. Bound here I am, and free I shall never be."
"What... What does this mean for us?" Dryvus asks, stunned by the revelations.
"For us? Nothing. We shall continue on as before. I am bound to you as your heart is to your body. Now, I need to process this. It was a little sudden, and now memories are flooding back." Kestral servers the mental connection before Dryvus has a chance to say anything.
Dryvus simply looks at Willow. "He... Um... He told me what happened..." Dryvus repeats everything that Kestral told him, including the part about the mage possibly being his mother.