1.2.3.6.1

My son is in thrall to a demoness. She keeps him searching through himself for some lost treasure. Something forgotten on the path long ago so he must replay everything to discover it.

I hear her laughing as I come into the kitchen. I don't like the sound of that laugh. It's a voice I know my own throat holds. He cannot defeat her but by being just a boy. Just a sweet radiant boy.

Should he do that, she will lose her wrathful aspect and become his mother again.