The darkness didn't bother her. She was born of it. Had rested into it for a short time after her death, before the curse had been enacted. It was so very much like the limbo. The edge of all things. Though Desdemona was not so fully certain it was so. The curse, her death. What had happened but what would be, would be according to her. But as the light turned and Chitter appeared, with that grin... Desdemona hissed something that promised death. This child would learn why the lamia was not one to play games with. Arms expanded from the body as she ever so slowly turned to lamia. Rearing up she snarled. This child would learn. One way or another, Chitter would learn her place. Hissing and meeting the child's eyes she swayed from side to side.

It was a dance that promised death, or at least some great deal of pain. "Tu tread on dangerousss ground, chica de horror." Her hood fanned and flickered. "My problemsss with Johnny isss passst. Ark hasss sssaid it isss, ssso it will be. For now at leassst." The two fangs gleamed in a sly smile. Coiling up once more she cocked her head at the girl. "You, however, are a problema. Child too big for her ssskirtsss." The tongue flickered out as she tilted her head tot he other side, always keeping direct eye contact with the small child. "A ssshame I cannot devour you. You're sssoul would be a feassst." She grinned far too fully. "Though you'd be more that a mouthful." It was true indeed. The lamia required a good deal to upkeep her long body when she did eat. Though she would often go a few days between decent meals, a few weeks between large ones. Desdemona had been curious if she could last as long as the snakes could without, but had not the inclination to test it. Quietly the snake hoped she never would find out.

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