I blame the creepiness of this post on the song that I am currently listening to.
She held his heart in her hands. Should she choose to, she could crush her fingers together, turning him to dust. Love was a wicked thing, but she had created him—he couldn’t trust nor love anyone else as completely as he could her. Infancy had invoked warm, terrible feelings that consumed him even now. He couldn’t escape. Even when she’d left, he’d slowly withered away, unable to seal up the bleeding gash where his heart had once been. Always, he was broken and damned, but a peculiar thing, almost like happiness, seeped into his veins within her presence. Her touch was like none other. In her arms alone could he close his eyes and sleep without the skeletal rats clawing at the backs of his eyes, scurrying throughout his skull.
Around her alone was he the child, with reverent, adoring eyes normally so devoid of such affection. Another demon possessed him—a demon possessing the guise of an angel. Slowly, he was released from her grasp—her warmth—and he crept toward the animal, shifting his gaze to keep his mother in his line of sight. Jaws parted, exhaling frozen breath, as he moved low and quiet toward the hidden creature. Close, close, he found the young deer yet oblivious of the stalking predator. He sprung out, snapping his teeth at its haunch and drawing blood. The deer bolted—straight for Kaena. He pursued, keeping close on its heels while avoiding the range of a strike from cloven hoof.