Intermission: Aisa's Hatred and Sadness
"Huff… Huff… Huff… Fucking demon," She muttered before her left eye regenerated instantaneously.
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(Aisa POV)
I was never close to my mother for various reasons, but the main one that always interfered with my mind wherever we crossed paths was how… she sold her body.
I grew up in the red light district of some far away city, nothing close to Amlas, and my father is somebody I don't know, and my mother was just your common whore.
Nothing less, nothing more.
She always smoked a bag a day and cursed like a sailor unless a customer was in front of her, and only then would she gather herself up.
She was beautiful and could've been something much more if it wasn't for my grandfather's poor choices… though I don't blame him.
My mother could've easily left the district as it wasn't too strict on retaining their profit-making machines. In fact, she might've even gotten severance pay for some reason.