The day the waters broke, marking the arrival of the child, Kaita found herself torn between the relief and excitement of finally seeing her new child, and the pain and agony she was to endure to do so. And the pain was intense, like none other Kaita had ever experienced. Wither�s birth did not compete even partly. As with her first child�s birth, there was nobody to help or guide her through the second and so she was forced to bare labor alone and in her own home. Kaita lay on her bed, the sheets crumpled beneath her, her knees in the air, letting forth groan after agonizing groan as sweat and tears mingled on her face and neck. She could almost feel it inside of her, the child of a half-fiend, pushing its way through her body, as eager to get out as she was to get it out. She had to distract herself, to keep telling herself that it would be over soon, to keep pushing and soon she would be united with her new child; her strong, healthy child.

Kaita�s knuckles were whiter than their usual colorless state as she gripped the sides of the bed, loud whimpers escaping her parted lips and gritted teeth; Kaita knew nobody could hear her, yet the contractions forced the noise out of her unwillingly. The blood flowed rather than trickled out from beneath her separated legs, staining the bed sheets a dark crimson. A shrill cry from Kaita marked the emergence of the child, but it was not the child�s head that first made contact with the air, but its hand. Tiny fingers, pointed like claws, spread wide flexing and clenching before plunging into the inside of Kaita�s thigh, using her instantly severed flesh as leverage. She didn�t see this; all she knew was that her baby was coming out. The first arm was met by a second, forcing its way past her folds of skin, the claw-like nails sinking immediately into the woman�s complexion, raking and pressing her thigh in its frantic desire for freedom. The pain these diminutive hands were inflicting brought tears streaming down Kaita�s cheeks, and she began to question finally if the child she was laboring was truly worth such torment.

Her legs were literally forced apart as the child pushed its head up between its flailing arms, and Kaita�s moans of anguish were met with high-pitched wails from the child. Kaita could not yet set eyes on the child she could feel leaving her womb, and the pain she felt from the claw-marks seeping blood on her thighs was perhaps distracting her mind from wanting to. Had she seen the child�s head, however, she may have been surprised at the tiny horns protruding from its head, which was matted with a small amount of black hair, flattened to its pale gray skin by the mother�s protective waters and the blood from her that the child had extracted. The child was indeed part demon, and the heritage showed through these demented features. It seemed the child was not satisfied until its whole body had left its parent, for it began to claw at the womb trapping it to her. Kaita�s screams now were louder than before, and her body shook and squirmed to get off the bed, the small amount of will she had left, and the white-knuckle grip she had on the bed, keeping her in her position.

The womb through which the child escaped was left as no more than bloody and shredded remnants of flesh, the pain that the new mother could feel symbolized by the mess of crimson between her legs. The child lay on the end of the bed where it had landed, completely independent of its mothers, its wails more resembling growls of delight. Kaita did not, as would be expected, meet such delight; the agony had not ceased; her lower body was in no shape to allow it. With tears in her eyes, she looked up from her position and met her new son�s eyes; red eyes, almost without pupils, met her gaze and sent a shudder down her spine. But her attention was too distracted to the hemorrhage of her womb for Kaita to focus on the newborn child, as he fell from the bed to land on all fours on the boarded floor below. The distraction of the pain and agony of the blood flowing freely from her, staining the bed sheets and mattress with no intention of stopping, caused Kaita to not get one last look at her new baby son; for she would die of blood-loss that night, the child left to wander the world alone from the first hour of birth.