This Isn’t Why I Made Him
My son Crona
Infused with the power of the Demon Sword and black blood became one of my most prized experiments.
I treated him like a test subject instead of a son.
It wasn’t always like this.
When Crona was first born, I was so happy
He was my son and I loved him
His deadbeat father ran off on me before he was born, so for the first few years, it was just me and Crona.
But then…something changed.
I don’t know if it happened overnight or if it was always inside me getting stronger by the day, but darkness and anger suddenly consumed me, and all I thought about was a way to get my revenge on Death and the society that made my kind so hated.
Injecting Crona with the black blood and giving him the Demon Sword was all a part of my plan.
I was going to make him a Kishin so that he could exact revenge on Death and the DWMA for me.
There was always that remaining shred of motherhood in me that couldn’t stand what I was doing to my