Never. Fucking. Again

Saracyn and Avacyn appeared in the mouth of the den and Scylla looked upon them with mismatched eyes. She could see the tension within them both, the anticipation. Sara wasted no time in approaching the diminutive fae, laying his big body down beside her. Slate and cream ears shifted as Ava declared the pups beautiful, then shifted again as Sara thanked her. Ugh... What a touchy feely moment.

Scylla didn't answer either of the siblings. She hadn't really even looked at the pups other than a cursory glance while she cleaned and removed their umbilical cords. She didn't want to see them. Somewhere deep inside Scylla's little black heart, she couldn't stand to see them. The three babies nursing at her belly... they were a reminder of what could have been. She'd told Saracyn that she could have loved him and she meant it. Could have because, deep down, a part of her... Nope. She wasn't going to think about it. She wasn't going to manifest any sort of fucked up feelings.

"I've done what you asked of me," she told the pair. "You get your happy ending." One dexterous paw gestured at the trio of pups. "Now release me from Elysium." She hadn't expected to ask for that and she imagined that they hadn't expected it either. Why did she want to leave? Well... Scylla didn't want to watch the pups grow. She didn't want to see how happy Saracyn was every single day. Scylla was a selfish bitch because she could afford to be. She'd leave Elysium and nothing would hold her back. Not children, not vows, not her traitorous heart.

"Scylla"