The evil stepmother

There was still a little light in the sky. She could see it from the window , not that she was looking outside.
No, her eyes were looking  somewhere else.
Somewhere far from the light...
'' Ah, what a marvellous sight!'' She clapped her hands in delight, as the boy in front of her was still fighting to stay alive.
He was heavily bleeding from a stab on his stomach.
The boy was around eight years old. His mother had died from a sickness and his father had married again.
'' Be careful , my lovely child , you will stain the floor.'' His stepmother said , amused of how he looked up at her with eyes begging for help.
And mercy...
The bloodied knife was dropped on the floor , no longer needed as it had filled its purpose.
She had married the father of this boy , a true gentleman as she was often calling him.
The only problem was that he had a child and she hated children.
She had vowed to never have children of her own and she looked at people with children with a look of disgust.
An evil smile appeared on her face as the boy was no longer alive.
Now, she would have all the love and attention from her husband she wanted.
'' Truly, one of the most amazing sights, I have ever seen!'' She laughed sardonically and for the first time on that day she turned around to look outside.
That moment, the moon horrified from her look , hid behind the clouds...