The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

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The grey creature cowered beneath their gazes, a meek, pathetic thing that Lyra could only describe as a rat. Her nose wrinkled as she took him in, glancing up to see Hydra almost unleash her wrath upon the boy. She didn't blame her. She too wanted to tear him limb from limb, to see him struggle for his last breath just as Galaxy had done. Lyra didn't even want to know how he had done it, how he had murdered their innocent sister with so little bloodshed. She only knew that he would pay dearly for it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vaati shift. She could tell he had his own grievances with the boy, and was willing to partake in his punishment — even end his life himself — but Lyra lusted for the murderer's blood. Despite Hydra's promise, she wanted him for herself. She set the Blackfeather brute in her gaze, noting the blood pooling at his neck and cascading down the white fur of his chest. As big of a wolf as he was, to lose that much blood was surely taxing. He would collapse if he exerted himself, anyway.

Lyra's tail twitched in anticipation as Hydra spoke to the apparent loud creature among them. He was certainly quiet now. Her sister's order that he would live caused a spark of anger in her chest to flare once before quickly simmering down into an ember. No, he did not deserve death. An eye. The triplet couldn't help but let the corner of her lip curve into a smile. Her warrior sister could be poetic sometimes. She stared down at the whimpering boy, trying to decide which side of his face she wanted to maim before Hydra fell upon him in a single movement, a flick of her ear staying Lyra for the moment.

A firstborn. Lyra looked to Alya, wondering if that was a demand made specifically for her. Not that she minded. A child in exchange for a child, and an eye for an eye. And if it turned out to be as pathetic as its father, the Cerberus were not above disposing of the spare. As Hydra dove for his throat, the boy began to squirm and twist, though his cries would be strangled by her sister's jaws. Alya clamped her own set of fangs upon him, holding him still enough to allow Lyra to slink to where his thrashing head was in her full view. She was silent and blank as she stared, head tilting slightly as she took a moment to decide, before she struck like a snake, teeth finding their way into his eye socket with surgical precision..and pulled.