Revenge on 8 legs

She couldn't quite grasp her son in the faux punishment she wanted to, but it only made her more proud of him. It almost washed away the fact that he had tried to give her a heart attack, but not quite. "They have too many legs." Lurid would never admit that she had nearly died of a spider bite when she was little, younger than Kichi was now. Visible shivers racked her frame, cold chills that forced her entire frame to shake off the feeling of dread. Alastor proclaimed he would save her from the eight-legged freak, and Lurid let out a sigh of relief as soon as the cretin was gone. "My hero!" Now she could relax, now she could truly laugh at the childish antics of her son. "You know what this means, right, Kichi?" She gave the little silver boy a teasingly wicked grin, "It means war..." There was something scary in entering a pranking war with the demonic entity, her conniving mind capable of conceiving dark tricks or twisted mind games. Nothing was out of bounds for the woman, maybe it was the start of something beautiful though. Lurid could look back when Kichi was ready to strike out on his own, or when he was grown up in general, and keep these memories close to her heart. This is where the real memories would take hold, and the brilliant boy would hopefully look back with her and laugh with them. Let the games begin.