At him.
And it was dark, cruel, and not like Onix at all.
“What is so funny about what I just said?” Onix shook his head amazed, “You...you being you is what’s so funny Demont. It’s so sad...but so tragically funny.” Onix didn’t once break eye contact with his father, “You know I watched you torment Uncle Pond and Marcella for “not mating properly” but I just kind of hoped you’d either be too bored or would just give up when it finally came down to my turn. But f**k I forgot, I’m the one you wanted to train to be just like you right?”
Demont couldn’t lie, Onix was his first born son. It was only natural he’d want the little boy who looked like him to become the man he was now.
Only for that to somehow be so wrong as his son looked at him now like he was the scum the earth should do
