Stoke the fires of the past

She had been all over the northern area, and her most favorite spot just so happened to be the warmest aside from the geyser. Lurid moved slowly through the terrain, knowing full well that the lava river flowing beneath could make the land above it very unstable. Picking her way through, the giant demon was grace incarnate as she leaped from stone to stone over the various lava creeks. Slowly she worked her way up and found her favorite stone. It was in the center of the molten river, overhanging a lava-fall, where she could see where the earth split apart to create this lovely spectacle of hell. The dark woman had left Kichi to his own devices today, letting him explore his world and learn. The boy was smart, and her miniature polar friend looked out for him, keeping him safe when Lurid could not be around. While the demon loved the boy, she did need a break from him every now and then, it was simple motherhood. Hell, her own mother hadn't been as nice about it. She would often tell Lurid and her siblings that they needed to be elsewhere while she did "adult" things. A smirk formed at the memory, and the dark goddess watched the yellow and red of the lava flow passed her, remembering the fires that brought her here. It was a rare moment that she allowed herself to grieve, in any case, she did so tearlessly and silently, simply appearing to stare at the glowing molten river. Her crystalline coat absorbed the red light and gave her something of a sparkling effect, as though someone had doused her with embers from the lava flows. It was getting close to time to bring her surviving family home, and for once a genuine smile crossed her maw.