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

Just want to clarify (in case): anything that Vaati says/thinks in this post or other related posts is completely not a representation of me or my beliefs, its just there are lot of controversial/sensitive topics in this thread that could relate to real life so I'm just putting it out there :)

Potema shrieks in defiance at his demands, and the audible crack of the death of another sibling sounds out through the echoes walls of the cave, chilling him to the bone. His stomach drops and Vaati swallows painfully, ears falling against his skull and unable to bring himself to look upon the utterly smashed child, glancing only at it through his peripherals at what remains. The mere glimpse is enough to turn his stomach, the urge to throw up the contents of his belly without the slightest hesitation. But he doesn't -- he is unable to before Potema unleashes barbed words that seem more painful than all he has since bore witness to. 

But he does not agree, his siblings are not his sins. Perhaps he had, unintentionally, caused more trouble than he was worth, but he remains settled in the belief that these newborns have no business with the gods and their terrible knack for vengeance. He doesn't see why they would, as it had been the Gods that had blessed the path he had sought to take those many months ago in the form of the furious hailstorm, sent to rain down upon their enemies heads, or the sudden darkness that had engulfed the world, covering the sun in its entirety. He doesn't consider that those may have been warnings, threats even, sent from the darkest powers to halt him in his tracks. Vaati chooses not to believe he has made a fatal error, and that indirectly, he had caused such a terrible fate upon his mother's pups. He doesn't want to think about it. No, he thinks about all those times when his mother had opposed his attempts to make her to understand, when she had disregarded his warning of what would come if a foreigner remained the Dark Master of Mephala's sect. Instead, she had taken up arms with the Nyx bitch, almost entirely convincing Vaati that his teachings were null. He had told her, and she had not listened. Vaati looks upon her frail, unconscious form with cold eyes; unforgiving in the slightest. "No, mother. They are your sins," He hopes she hears him. He hopes that his words strike a fear within her soul, one that would render her able to take ownership of the beings she created in the same manner she had embraced him as a child. 

His mother collapses, his uncle runs, his thrall moves beside him, his sister reveals medicinal tendencies he was unaware she held, and his attention can only focus on the cries of his youngest brother, of whom out of all he pities the most. The child seems to be born without a trace of a neck, wiggling around fitfully, unable to completely move like the remaining pups. It dawns upon the Silencer that these are not normal children, they are born out of something terrible, something that would ignite a fury within him in due time that he would never quite feel again, that would not even measure up to the prospect of the Cerberus returning to find him and winning. That outcome would be final, but this, this would haunt him for the rest of his life to learn that his mother had been defiled in a way that could never be justified nor forgiven, ever. Not even in the case of the attacker's mental illness. The fact that he would always remember how Cicero had simply walked away upon the sight of what pain he had created would only fuel Vaati's temper, and ultimately, become the obsession of a lifetime; to make his former uncle feel the same agony he so carelessly and un-acknowledging created.

Still, it did not excuse Potema's will to see them dead, at least not in Vaati's book. They are still innocent, they were still her's. They couldn't be rid of, simply for the incestual circumstance of their creation. The child whines at the lack of parental affection being showed to it and Vaati lays down, cleaning the child comfortingly and eventually, placing it beside the unconscious mother for him to latch on to. He does the same with the rest, the sister and then the spotted brother. Vaati cannot be the mother they need, nor the father, but it is in his capability to ensure that what happened to the two gooey messes of what was once pups laying off to the side does not happen to the perfectly precious trio before him. Or worse, that his mother would intentionally be the one to do it.