Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

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She scrambled back, watching as the bag of bones she called her brother stumbled forward, taking a pup in his jaws and rending it. The witch felt a shiver of delight and relief run through her, though it barely made its way through her body before he began placing the still living pups besides her. She felt their jaws clamp onto her teats, a feeling she once relished. She nearly wretched as they began suckling in earnest. No! She raised her leg, attempting to kick them off. She did not hold back, the force of her kick cracking through the skull and neck of the one with the bulbous eyes with an audible and cringing crunch! It was still attached to her, its sealed lips holding on even after death. She continued to kick and kick and kick, all the while screaming. Nononononono! Her brother's ramblings were muffled undertones as her breath quickens and her movements and words became more erratic. Vaati's voice shakes her back into reality. And she is quick to turn on him.

You do not tell me what to do, son of mine! The Listener snaps her jaws at him as he focused into her view, the last three words dripping with contempt. You dare claim to have the authority to let these things live? A girl steps beside him; a girl she faintly recalls from the caves. The confusion on her face mingles in with her anger, which flares once more as Vaati speaks again. You ruin us with every action you take, She knew something had been wrong when she saw his wound, but Charon's presence on their doorstep had solidified it for her. The prisoners in the Cave had no doubt been brought in or ravaged by him; one had escaped, and who knew what allies she had. She had no doubt that something would come to reap revenge and that these creatures were only the prelude. If these are sent to punish us for sins, they are your sins.

Cicero comes and goes, but he is not missed by Potema, even in her state of hysteria. She does not have the strength to rail at him, merely snarling at his presence as he escorts Damien away. She has not revealed the father of her bastards just yet, but the mottled appearance of the last, visually perfect child is enough to tell anyone.

Her daughter comes to her side, just as Potema's head hit the floor, her body drained to the point of exhaustion. Poppy. Is all she murmurs back to her. She knows poppy as a pain-killer, both physical and mental.