Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice

Mother Knows Best

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS - SA (🍇) SEXUAL ACTIVITIES PHYSICAL ABUSE/ EMOTIONAL ABUSE/(IMPLIED) MOLESTATION & CHILD MURDER 🚨

There was once a woman who even though she was enslaved, felt as though she had everything she wanted. The woman was a mother, and the only thing in the world that mattered was her baby, she'd do anything for her child and did everything to protect them.

However, one morning she woke up and her child was gone; there was nothing but a trail of blood left where they were sleeping. The woman was devastated, she didn't work, eat or sleep. After a while she was deemed useless, so the woman was sent away to another home. Things only got worse, while there; children went missing or were found dead.

No one knew what to make of this, until the woman was found one night covered in blood sobbing. All she could say was,

          "Ou pa t 'merite yo! Okenn nan nou pa merite yo! Mwen te vrè manman yo!"

       Translation:  "You didn't deserve them! None of you deserved them! I was their true mother!"

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Alastor stood in silence staring at the woman in front of him, from her brown skin to her coily hair; this was his mother; he didn't know what to do or say. She walked up to him, he took a step back.

          "Now how is that any way to greet your mother,"  she put her hands on her hips. "I have to say I am very disappointed in you."

He stood there getting angrier by the second.
           "Honestly I think-"

Before this imposter could say anything else Alastor grabbed her by her face, his antlers grew and his eyes blackened, "SAY ANOTHER WORD AND I PROMISE I WILL FLAY YOU ALIVE!" He threatened.

At that moment, the imposter grinned revealing its sharp teeth and blinked, showing its blackened eyes and glowing yellow pupils; her skin turned from brown to a burgundy red. Alastor let her go as she grew to his height. The demon wore a dress that even Alastor's generation wouldn't be caught wearing, she laughs.

Alastor goes back to normal, wiping himself off, "I'd advise you not to do that again."
                   "Mo chargen mesye, Mwen t ap komik," the demon responded.

Translation: "I'm sorry sir, I was being funny."

Alastor looked at her shocked, "To pale kreyol?"

Translations : Do you speak Creole?

She nods, smiling. This excited Alastor, he forgot all about the distasteful little prank, "To permet mo entrodwir mo-mem, mo pele Alastor; sa-ki to non?"

Translation: Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alastor; what's your name?

             "Mwen eskize mwen pa sonje non mwen, Sa fè anpil tan. Mwen pa te ale nan lanfè nan ane sa yo, men mwen se yon chèf moun yo te konn jis rele m 'manman yo," she frowns.

Translation: I apologize, I don't remember my name. It's been a very long time, I haven't been to hell in years; but I'm an overlord. Sinners used to call me their mother.

Alastor stared at her for a moment, it sounded like Creole but at the same time it didn't; he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry my dear but I prefer English, is that alright with you?"
           
She sighs but nods, "Wi, pale dousan tanpri."

Translation: Yes, speak slowly please.

              "Splendid, now who are you?" He asks.
              "I'm sorry mesye, I don't remember my name; I haven't been out in hell for some time, I've been on earth for many years," she responds.
               "Earth? Whatever were you doing up there?" Alastor raised an eyebrow.