The more he saw the fear in her eyes, the more he let his resistance to the rogues' venom go and allowed it to move into his body without fighting it. He had thought only her hate he wouldn't be able to take, but he realized too late, even her fear of him was another thing that affected him as much as the look of hate would have.
'He is a devil. We should return him to where he belongs. He isn't ours to begin with.' The voice from his past rang in his head as he watched his frightened wife moving away from him. She must have thought him a devil, a demon, someone frightening and unsightly.
She was afraid of him.
'We should never have had a monster like him. Monsters belong in the pit of hell and they deserve to burn until eternity. Kill him.'
'I can't even look into his eyes. He frightens me. I can't bear to hear him call "mother." I am not his mother, I never was. Send him back to his home. I do not want a child like that.'
