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They were so tiny that he could hold one in the palm of his hand— his fingers closed around the soft, new bodies of his sons and held them, protectively, to his chest.
Miyng-Yi scoffed.
And it was done. They were there.
Beof looked down at the pathetic, mewling demon-kits that his wife regarded with a detached, curled-lipped disdain.
“There,” she managed, panting, milky white scales tinged pink from the red flush of labour over her skin beneath them. “Are you happy now?”
Demon Mama. She refuses to be tied down to her useless boys and partner, seeing rearing them as a lost cause. As Killing Fields paragon, she holds many records and is widely admired.
