Moonspear a cursed bloodline.

Hydra did not mind the formality. She, for one, enjoyed it, a formal woman herself. She listened to the grievance of her subordinate, and tilted her head. Desdemona, she started with, pausing for a moment while considering how best to reply to her, you are important to me. You are a protector of our family. And you have been so for quite some time. You have showed loyalty and devotion both, along with sound judgment. And as a protector of our family, it would not sit right with me to give so honorable woman so low a rank. In fact, I would only place you in such a place as Mu only if your behavior altered so to prove the contrary. You are a hard worker. You are an extension of the shadow Moonspear casts, just as the rest of our family, she hummed. 

But caring enough to delve deeper, Hydra inquired, does your place here make you feel any discomfort? Desdemona had earned it. All could see her efforts and loyalty. She could not understand the request entirely, and willed Desdemona to explain.