These Gangstas Ride Rockets, They Takin' Off! [Abraxas, Any Brave Souls]

"Tsk tsk, children," came the quiet voice of Astaroth as she walked forward, a smirk on her face. "Having fun without me? What a shame. That's no way to act. You should always invite me to these sort of things." She eyed the males, both of them rather appreciatively; while she had not been with a male yet - she did not want to find herself with pups, quite yet - she could appreciate them as far as mortals were considered. But of course, they were mortals, so they would never be good enough. Not for her, and never to extend the Abraxas line.

"Now. Where were we? Oh? You were trying to threaten my baby brother and my cousin?" At this, she couldn't help the sly grin she shot her younger brother, an amused twinkle in her eye. What? The opportunity was there. "That won't do at all. I have an idea. How about we beat these two mortals and take these children for our servants? That would be a great purpose for them - to serve the mighty descendants of the Fallen God."