"Whenever an illegitimate child shows up, all you have to do is yeet them away and there- problem solved! No more bastard!" (джен)

“But why do I need a Father?” you ask, once and only once, when you are still so very young and so very new to the world- new enough that you do not see the way your mother stiffens, the way the wind around the two of you grows quiet. “You are all I need.”
There is quiet for a moment, two, your eyes wide in confusion as to why she is ignoring you, and then she turns around to face you. Glacier’s could melt under the fury burning in her eyes, her nails looking more and more like claws, and there is no trace of humanity in her face, no glimpse of any glamour she keeps up to look more like you. She is still beautiful, yes, but now it is in the way of something unnatural- the way of a tsunami moments before it drowns you and everyone you’ve ever loved, or lava before it melts through iron and bone and rock alike.
“How dare you,” she hisses, and you flinch back, flinch away. “What use do you think you have, if not for him? Why do you exist, if not for him?”