I am quiet. I am observant. I rarely ever talk, only when needed. I learned that lesson the hard way. Mother does not appreciate it when I ask too many questions, unlike Father. So, when I am around her I must act a certain way. Naturally I am cold and indifferent, but I am also very curious. I like to learn, I like to watch, but most of all, I like to be involved. When Mother brings back food, I know I cannot eat much of it, but I take pleasure when she allows me to rip the carcasses apart. It is fun. When I take my paw and use my claws to neatly tear the flesh. I use my milky white teeth to rip the organs out, one by one. Each organ I pull out, Mother gruffly tells me what the function is and how best to kill the prey if I injure certain organs. It is fun. When Mother teaches me. Sometimes she lets me eat some of the meat, only after she chews on it. Most of the time she allows me to lap of up the blood, and the metallic taste is comforting. I feel stronger each time Mother brings me prey, and teaches me. I do not know if the other Demon pups are taught the same way, but I am much different from them. I am learning to become a Monster, for that is what my Mother is and I am my Mother’s daughter. So, I shall become the Monster, only this time, I will be much worse. Mother was named by Death himself, her name means that Death is counting down to your demise. Yet, I was named after the very symbol of Death, for when I approach you already know Death is near.

I am walking along the darkened caverns carefully. I had decided it was time for me to leave Iromar in search of my Mother. I haven’t seen her in a while and I wanted to continue with my lessons. My crimson stained paws are carefully placed along the edges of the rocky pathway I had found. Up above is the entrance to the outside world. I can see the light. The scent of my Mother is strong and I am thinking perhaps she left this pit and moved on to the next one. I have in my mouth a bone with meat still fresh on it. I am hungry and I am sure that if I pick the meat correctly I will be able to have a tiny snack. I found this path all on my own. It is small, and only my size can fit on it, any bigger and then I would fall. Mother does not like it when I walk up and down this way, for I am on the edge of the winding cliff, and yet, she understands my need to live on the dangerous side…it is necessary for me. As I am nearing the top, I catch the scent of another female. Curious, I raise my ebony head tasting her scent. It is not Mother, but it is someone. As I climb, I notice a rock falling, and it reaches my pathway. Confused I sniff at it, the scent of the female is strong, and I smack it with my paw letting it continue to fall down the pit. When I reach the top, I am sure it is odd to see a puppy come from up underneath the ledge. I stand at the edge, the bone with meat in-between my jaws.

Amethyst eyes, flecked with icy blue, moves up and down the uniquely colored fem. I notice her missing an eye, but I ignore it. Mother’s face is all mauled and scratched up, and I am use to seeing gore. Though, I am curious to know how she lost an eye, she looks tough, like my Mother. I am not allowed to be among others that are weak, even though my Father is weak, and so I deem her worthy to be around. My crimson stained ears twitch forward as I tilt my head to the side. Dropping the bone, filled with meat, I put it on the ground and gently tear some of the meat off. As I sit and chew it, I put one crimson paw and shove it towards her. If I allow her to eat some of the meat, perhaps then, I can reach some of the harder stuff to get. I may be my Mother’s daughter, but there is still a part of me that is like my Father.