Haunted Wood spite

The Reckoning had begun...

Mother's cruel grip held the boy as if he was a thing of the underworld, a wise decision - though feeble, weak and helpless still, the boy named so dastardly was not to be messed with. Effortlessly had he climbed his way to the world of the living, breathing and drinking on his own. From Mother's breast, salvation came and he lapped up his fair share - to strengthen, to grow. The spawn that had accompanied him, and would never truly leave his side, were accepted yet not appreciated - but the boy was too tired to care.