As the intake of nutrients from the ichor with the magical properties of hell, within the egg it stirred, not fully aware yet but the sensation of the young spawn was apparent the form a mix of both and its attachment to the dark.  

It draws more and more of it's mother, keeping her in a state of exaustion, the little one was already strong and growing very fast.

Its tiny clawed hands would twitch and the eyes would open already connected to the choir but no voice yet, just intaking every source of input from its parents.