There were no more appearances to keep. If so, why was Aunt Medusa here as well? Her tone was glacial and Kid held back a flinch. The Old Witch had beheld horrifying designs and her first reaction had been to wonder about how she would make them more efficient, instead of sending her down a spiral of doubting vague notions of humanity. What on Earth was mother doing meeting with these people? If anything, the lack of response and ensuing silence only made Kid feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Mosquito and Giriko may also attack him if they saw Kid as a threat, which was a sure-fire way for everything to go to hell in a handbasket. When her son turns out to be a Grim Reaper, however, both the remnants of the Academy and Asura's Clowns are eager to claim him, and the mother of demon weapons is trapped between saving her child or destroying an old formidable enemy.
The doors behind the main hall closed as Giriko and Mosquito slowly approached Death. Great, this was going from bad to worse. An even stranger thing about the room though were Mosquito and Giriko. Even if she was aware that something else was pulling the strings it did so with such craft that she may even delude herself into thinking it was real. Point being, Arachne had plenty of experience being subjected to cruelty and being cruel herself.
Time to make her move. She had watched and performed acts of torture without batting an eye, as well as had similar procedure performed on her on the few occasions she had found herself in true peril. . Even if this was over, she wanted Death to admit to this repulsive trick, to give up the ghost and face her like the goddamn eldritch being that he was, not as her son- Ki-Death took a step back, their expression a perfect imitation of confusion and dread. Oh, she could be kind, gentle, maternal, and of a general caring disposition if she wished, but doing so required effort on her part. Kid squinted and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw mother stare down at him from her throne with a neutral expression.
Arachne did have a conscience per se, as well as a set of morals, but the former had been withered away by her lived experiences, while the latter were a series of guidelines that should ideally follow. His Soul Perception picked up Giriko and Mosquito heading towards the entrance, while mother, Aunt Medusa and that disgusting Clown remained stationary. A strange sarcophagus-like contraption stood in the middle of the hall. He never thought this was gonna be easy, but if Kid was already suspected of being a Grim Reaper then it would only make matters worse of him. This however… Watching the cold-blooded murder of her child was one thing, one more scar to add to her sickening collection. The Mother of Demons had performed ritualistic sacrifice that involved those of her own kin, she meddled with souls despite their heart-stopping cries, she stared down Death without flinching.
Dammit, this was like pulling teeth. She no longer had to pretend to be unaware of his shtick even if it sent waves of revulsion across her soul. Arachne was aware of her callous nature, or how she would perform feats or dictate orders that would have other squirming in their seats while battling with their conscience and morality. Were they preparing for a fight? Though it was her enemy was making such an expression, the face belonged to her son and it reminded her the last time she had seen such a look on him, just before he had been. Candlelight spilled in the hallway behind Kid -had he walked all this way while bathed in darkness? With a gulp, Kid looked up.
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