Out for blood

Dea's departure from Ashen had only ever been partially selfish. She hadn't wanted her children to grow up with loss hanging so close over their heads. She didn't want them to witness the things their mother was capable of. Things Sirius tested to the surface with his words and unspoken threats. It was obvious that she wasn't cowering or scared of the brute, but two on one hardly seemed like something that was worth the trouble when the risk was injury. Injury would lead to death, and she was not interested in following Archon to the afterlife anymore. Once upon a time she would have jumped in right after her God. But since he had chosen Deathbelle, something in her became bitter. She had come to loathe the sight of him playing with her children. It tore her apart to listen to the pair and not react to what they said with violence and bloodletting.

Reclining in the mouth of the cave, Dea leveled her gaze on the blue of Sirius's eyes. Her chin tucked, ears pulled back against her head as she delivered a sickly sweet smile that had death written in her teeth. "If she is the one with the power, it will be her I fight for freedom. Not you. You have no power over me save what I give you now." Gentling her stare, Dea looked to Zee before continuing once more. "Oh, I am agreeing to come. Not for her, and not for Archon. I go because now the choice to return is gone, because if I don't,  I will be injured. This is not a good way to sew trust, nor earn it. And the flame is lit. My children understand death, their mother was suckled by death and has explained it to them thoroughly. Deathbelle may suffer, yes, but I suffered long before Archon died. I have died over and over, since my arrival at Ashen. The God among wolves that I loved died the day he met her. He was weak, and the Dark God purged him for it. I have been in mourning since the day I was told we would be under the reign of someone who was not Archon. The others that were in our band were smart. I was blind in devotion, and now I am forced to return to where I lost everything or forced to surrender children that belong to only me." Dea kept her tone even, flat, but the passion of her convictions would not be silenced.

It was more than she had wanted to divulge, but with Sirius itching for a fight and Zee there to back him, Dea knew there would be no chances of a fair fight. All of them were dirty in her opinion. And they could all go suck on toads for all she cared. It would take time for her to gain her children's freedom, but she would do so, because now it was either she did or she would be hurt. To be hurt while raising children was to hand them to death, especially in their new world. Secretly, Dea promised herself to win their freedom, and promised her children as well. Lilybet had wanted to leave, though she knew the boys had been torn. "Okay." Dea sighed and clicked her teeth, then promptly disappeared to wake her children. A low rumble crashed through her throat, though she kept it under her breath and unable to be heard. She returned to the mouth of the cave only to stare down a threat she could not fight without risking too much. "Come, children, Deathbelle apparently misses us." One day, they would escape the Kleins.