Skitter wasn't born, no. Skitter was hatched in the dark.
A long time ago, it was. How long is not important. Skitter slithered free surrounded by brothers and sisters, yes. All slippery, all strong and screaming. All biting. Skitter ate them, yes. One by one, then faster, crunching them in my teeth, tearing them. Pulling, snapping. Yes. All the others. They are in Skitter's belly now.
The Abyss is my home, yes. But no fun to be had there. Big ones, stronger than Skitter. Smash and bite, make you fly here, fly there. Eat the scraps from their tables. Ooooh, dry bones. Powdery bones. The slightest scent of blood left on them, just the slightest. But Skitter is clever. Knives in the dark. Ears listening. He found out the way, and flew high high high, up the cliffs, into the black. Up. Heard him whispering from the cracks, old Salizar Hender. He was younger then. Energetic, fast blood, arrogant. We made his deal, signed in blood.
And the crack opened, and I crawled through into this world.
Salizar was so proud. Skitter was his little pet. And Skitter was a good pet. Helped him learn, shielded him from his enemies. Showed him where to look, to see the dark things that crept into his mind like worms and latched around his soul. He was good to Skitter. Meals of fresh meat, mead. Then slowly, fresher meat. Blood. He'd turn the other way, not watch Skitter. But he wanted power. And Skitter helped him find it.
But you meat-sticks are weak. Salizar got old, brittle. Too much yellow fat. No energy for delving and searching. For slaughtering. He slowed down. But Skitter did not.
Salizar died because he was old and weak.
Things came from the Abyss, to return Skitter to the darkness. Things that slithered and ate and were hungry. But Skitter is clever. Old Salizar's soul was riddled through, rotten, but mine. Years it took, to slip it from him. Skitter thinks he didn't ever know. Except perhaps at the end.
Skitter traded that soul (so dark red! so delicious!) to the things that came, and the things that came went away. No one looks for Skitter. So many meat-sticks to play with. He won't come back until he's ready. Until the fun's been had. Skitter is clever, you see. And now, Skitter is free.