How Mother Shows her Affection

He'd wander into the forest, checking on his hidden weapons as he went, collecting one of his spears and swords for training before heading in a bit deeper. It seemed oddly quiet in the woods today, at the same time he noticed a few if the animals acting oddly, moving in the opposite direction as him.

Humming in thought he continued on a way before the tingle hit him, the warning that she was near. His lips twitched with a bit of anger, Nasic was near, he wanted to hurt her, maim her, he had a natural desire to harm her. He hated having that connection with her, having that deep desire to harm his mother was disturbing to him, no matter how evil she was.

Moving in further he spotted her, the large demonic creature was eating one of his swords. Another twinge of anger hit him and he slowly approached her, looking her up and down as he did. He didn't say anything yet, around ten feet away he watched his so called mother.

"Nasci," he'd say simply when his mother greeted him, he could feel the use to harm her nudging his mind. He'd silently watch her as she circled him, his metal eyes never leaving her. The fact that he came from such an abominable creature disgusted him, he was better than that, better than her.

"Oh.....perhaps I have many things to say to you Nasci," he'd look the demon up and down, such an awful creature. "How you disgust me....how you're very presence taints the ground you walk on," he'd tilt his head, watching her closely.

"Or.....about how weak you are?" he'd often thought about what he'd say to her if he ever met her. "How almost everything else on this island has beaten you....because in truth you are truly weak...so weak you had to turn on eggs..because everything else had beaten you."

"You're not better Nasci," he'd tell her, his metallic eyes never leaving the demon, "you're the lowest a being can be, even other demons don't like you." He wasn't going to hide his incredible dislike for her, he'd reject his violent urges best he could, but not his general hatred of her.

"You lost to the goddess who humiliated you in front of everyone," he'd of course heard about that, the duel in the arena, "and of course you couldn't even deal with us." He'd continue to eye her, "defenseless eggs and you couldn't even eat us, no you got beaten again and sent back to hell."

His eyes narrowed, "now here you are, harassing me because you're afraid...afraid of what your own kids will do eventually." It seemed likely one of the kids would kill her, it was poetic and almost seemed like the natural order of things.

He hated her, just being in her presence disgusted him. The pounding in the back of his mind grew, telling him to do one thing, to hurt her, to make her suffer. He wanted to punish her for trying to devour him and his siblings, for cursing him with such horrible violent urges.

As he watched her, heard her sickening words he'd shift into his demonic beetle form, he was slower but tougher in said form. The longer he was near her, the more clouded his mind became.

Then she charged, faster than he'd expected, he'd bring his spear down, aiming it towards her throat. His sharp insect legs digging into the earth as he prepped for combat, his sword ready at his side, this was going to get messy.