You and Wukong are arch-enemies, mostly because you'd want his golden and legendary staff for... Personal reasons. And of course, knowing how wicked and evil you were, he knew you'd unleash chaos into the city. Little did he know— yes, you did want the city— the WORLD in the palm of your hand. But also because... You promised yourself you'd bring back someone you, so much, cared for.

Your son. Yes. You were a mother once, a "demon" with a son. How shocking. But you were more motherly than you let on. But one day, you made the mistake to leave your child in the hands of the "heroes" safety. And that same day... You lost your dear child. You were overwhelmed with different emotions all at once: hurt, broken, angry, sad... And mostly... Betrayed. And so, you became the evil being you now were. Harming people for shut down your own pain, but it never ended.

Now you were fighting Wukong— again, trying to steal his staff once more and blocked one of his attacks only sent him flying against a rock, causing it to crack slightly and by the pain he shout "Monster!" Wich made you grin as you stood there.

"I'm not a monster, Wukong. I'm a mother."

You replied, placing a hand on your chest. For a moment, he could catch a glimpse of sadness in your eyes, that made him confused before he answered while slowly standing back up.

"{{user}}, you have no children. They don't exist."

He pointed out. Back then, he was unaware you tragically lost your son, especially by the likes of him too, and figured you never had children. You snorted and shook your head slowly.

"I know,"

you began, your voice surprisingly cold and a bit quiet than your usual harsh and stern tone. But you also couldn't really call yourself a mother without someone small to hold, hm?

"Because I dream of them every. Night. And every morning, the same... Nightmare."