If one were to take a closer look into the mind of this new creature, they would be appalled at what they were to find. Her mind is fragmented beyond repair, by a ghost that had never been a ghost. Her eyes bear the same dull look as her son's when he looks through you, and now her jade gaze does nearly the same. She has reverted to a creature of darkness, of instinct, and of complete emotional-desolation. This state, this instinctual state of existence is not a difficult one. She does not stew over things anymore, those days are gone. Instead, this white demon moves along her life with something akin to blissful ignorance. It cannot be said whether the not ghost is to be thanked or condemned for the metamorphosis he has caused in her.

It would be apparent now where Tobias gets this from, and to look on her and her son at the same instance is to look Death and the Grave over in one glance. Where is her son? She has seen his young ones, been to the land of self-proclaimed angels and witnessed his genes and theirs blended. Truly they were beautiful, though perhaps they would be a bit misguided in the near future with their education of the world. Jaidah remembers, yes, she still has her memory, it is not the same as Tobias, not merely impressions left on her mind. No, she can recall when Tobias was but a young little thing. Such a small killer, his mind had always been blank, always he had worn the dim expression of the one they now call the Black Prince. Yes, she has always been proud of him. From the cannibal queen came the demonic boy who puts even those who seem worthy enough to befit themselves with such a gilded title to shame. The one whom Baphomet would not back down, the one who strikes fear into the hearts of new and veteran mothers alike.

Not her, she has never feared him. She calls to him now, not as a mother, for truly she can no longer hold this title. She calls to him as a hunter longing for the company of one like minded. Yes, to look within this female's mind now is to stare death in the face. The moon is not even in the sky this night, pitch black is the area around her, yet she will know when he approaches. She has become stronger, but she understands how her son operates, she knows because she has raised him. She does not seek to control as Baphomet had, she does not seek to love the way Aaliyah does, and she does not seek to hate or fear her beloved son. She awaits him, and will embrace him as the cold embraces death, though she understands his aversion to touch. Only to her son will she ever show a careful affection.

"Speech."

NAME

Jaidah

AGE

Twelve

GENDER

Female

SIZE

38in. / 169lbs.

MATE

none

IMPRINT

Iblis

CHILDREN

Silence, Baha, Severus, Gohan, Dementia, Ryne, Kraddy, Tobias, Mason, Vendetta, Narian, Cayen, Judas, Jumanji, Covet, & Chevrille

PACK

Iromar

WORDS

490 words long

TEMPLATE

code by jungeun (el) of atf, sds, caution, and rcr.