Brows knit together as the blonde
cocks her head in confusion.
”Where is your mum?”
“My mum?”
Lips curl into a smirk, though pale eyes don’t quite reflect the derision, and eventually the smirk falters into a small frown. An unfamiliar loneliness creeps into the creature’s expression before it shrugs off the feeling. It had made its choice all those years ago — no point in regretting it now.
Shouldn’t humans, of all these silly, complicated creatures, know that family is a touchy subject? And Iblis’ mother, if the creature had ever had one, had long since been destroyed by Iblis’ own doing.
“— I suppose you could say I’m an orphan of sorts.”
