Her child, though beautiful to her, would no doubt be fearsome and hideous to the outside world. Not yet aware, she could not expose him to that. So she stood and shushed him. "Now then, my sweet, let's make sure you do not frighten anyone overmuch." She bends and kisses the pallid forehead of the creature before intoning the ritual of the mask once more - the spell that destroyed Styita by rendering it human.
"Upe ānhu rānhu hipa e wāke." She said, and her child, wriggling atop it's wormlike lower body whimpered.
"Upe ānhu rānhu hipa e wāke." She intoned, louder this time, and her child begged, "Mama please..."
"Upe ānhu rānhu hipa e wāke." She said a third time and tears welled at her child's eyes, afraid of what it did not understand.
"Upe ānhu rānhu hipa e wāke!" She shouted, the fourth time, and her child cowered.
"Upe ānhu rānhu hipa e wāke!" She screamed the fifth and final time, and her child began to change. His skin grew flushed as he thrashed about in discomfort, his eyes bleeding their blackness away. His lower body, wormlike, split into a pair of legs that shakily lifted him to stand 6'2". A muscular teen, with a tan, messy hair and an impressive uncut member. He seemed frightened for a moment, trembling as he touched his face and legs, and Jamie rushed to him, hugging him close. She ignored the stirring of his manhood as she shushed and soothed him.
"What am I?" He asked at last, and Jamie smiled, "You are my firstborn prince, my sweetling. You will help me in my task."
His brow furrowed and he looked down at her, "What task, mother dearest?"
"Simply, our family must rule. You must have brothers and sisters and I...I must form a sisterhood of my own. A coven." She grinned wickedly, "But for now..."