The demon sighed. “I meant your name, boy. Girl. Whatever.”
“Whatever,” replied the child. A mimic, or a response, it hardly mattered.
“Tit for tat. My name — not my true name, mind you, but the name I use — is Ludia. Yours?”
“Ain't got none.” They pawed at the dirt. “Never needed it.”
“Then you shall take after the name of your father,” said Ludia. “He is Ken Wan, and so you shall be Naw Nek.”
“Gnaw-Neck…” It sounds grotesque. Yet appropriate. “I accept his name.”
“Then shall you accept your task?”
Now Naw tilted their head. “What task?”
Ludia sighed and put her hand in her head. The hand had either too many fingers or too few, or both at the same time. “Vengeance on the humans who shunned you?”
“Why?”
“They kicked you out of society! Made you live in the wilderness!”
“I can go back anytime I want,” mumbled Naw.
“Your own father cast you out!”
“I'm worthless, anybody would have done that.”
“…forced to feed off the scraps of society?”
“I'm not worth their scraps. I just kill the animals in the forest.”
“…why don't you live with the trolls?”
“They hate me as much as the humans do. I don't blame 'em. I'm refuse.”
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