My Mother Is No Demoness!

Everyone knows she is a venomous snake. “Vile,” “promiscuous,” “filthy”: those words pile up around her, but she doesn’t care. Though they know exactly what kind of person she is, countless people still fly into the flames like moths, convinced they’re different from everyone else. In the end, she treats them just like pets. She always smiles and pats them on the head, then uses them, toys with them, keeps them at arm’s length, and plays them off against one another, until every last one becomes a pawn she can discard.