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With three apples of gold, divest of their timeless gifts, did the love-sick gorgon bargain for her sickly lover's immortal soul. Three days the greedy son of Cerberus bid her to linger, but for eternity did she stay. Thrice he failed to safeguard the Gates of Hades, and three souls escaped from the bowels of the Underworld. So the son of Cerberus was declared an outcast, and left to fend for himself in the land that lay beyond the river Styx.

His tale is little known and seldom heard. It is one of reckless arrogance and gluttony; of ignorance and of exile. Most of all, it is a story about the lengths desperation can drive a soul to barter for freedom.

By the dawn of the second day that the gorgon wandered Hades in search of her ancestor, word of the Hesperide's golden apples she had used to gain passage into Hell played upon the whispering tongues of forgotten souls. They gossiped amongst one another, and their spirits were like memories of their more lively halves; ghostly imprints of woe and suffering and ambitions stolen. This was how the Sphinx, who heard it from the mouth of the master thief Autolycus, came to know about the golden apples the gorgon had unwittingly traded her life in for.

The moon had just given birth to her sister sun when the Sphinx approached the Gates of Hades. The son of Cerberus entrusted with the task of guarding them was fast asleep with his massive hands on his great belly. Hesperide's apples were perched in a pretty little basket, which had been woven by the hands of mortals, and it sat conspicuously upon a boulder near his feet. He snored, and the sound of it was so awful that it shook the lip of the Underworld like a baby's rattle. It was such a loud, obscene racket that the Sphinx felt sure he would not hear her when she tried to escape, and she stepped softly upon the soil that would lead her to salvation; tip-toed carefully over top of the slumbering dog.

But, despite the volume to which his snorts and his grunts had reached, this son of Cerberus was a light sleeper. Startled awake by the very feel of those spectral feet inside his territory, he leapt up at once and his yellow eyes widened to see the Sphinx so daring.

"Where do you think you're going?" he barked at her, voice hoarse with sleep and as rough as stone. Angry jaws snapped, but the Sphinx was quick on her lion feet and she darted out of the way with a graceful ease.

The Cerberus followed her with a snarl, and the Sphinx plucked up a golden apple. Cool as ice, she held it fearlessly to her lips, and cocked an eyebrow at the dog who guarded the gates of Hell. He recognized this for what it was, and rose to the Sphinx's challenge as she'd predicted he would.

"You wouldn't dare!" He hissed and puffed out his chest in an attempt to look impressive, but the Sphinx would not be intimidated.

"I would," she murmured, and opened her mouth to take a bite.

"No, don't!" the Cerberus pleaded. "That apple is mine!"

The Sphinx stared at him for a long time. She looked as though she was deep in thought. The Cerberus, who trembled with his greed, opened his mouth to suggest something, and then clamped it shut promptly when she interrupted him.

"I'll tell you what," the Sphinx's eyes flashed, and she smiled at him. It was not a sympathetic thing. "I'll make you a deal-

"No," the Cerberus waved his arms and shook his head. His tone was very final. "No deals."

The Sphinx continued as though he hadn't said anything at all; "I will return this golden apple to you if you can answer my riddle."

The Cerberus blinked.

"If you answer my riddle correctly, I will give the apple back and return to Hades. However, if you are wrong, then you will let me go free and I get to take the apple with me."

The poor Cerberus could see no other way out of this predicament, so he conceded to her offer with a stiff nod. Riddles were not his forte, but he believed himself to be above this lady with the body of a lion, and suspected that she could not possibly best him with any mind games.

"Fine," he snorted, "What is your riddle, Sphinx?"

Her face lit up like the sun when she smiled, and the corners twitched wickedly where they did not meet her eyes, "A pair of fathers and a pair of sons cast their nets into the sea. Each of them collects one fish, which numbered three."

The son of Cerberus could only stare dolefully at her. He did not know the answer.

"How is this possible?" the Sphinx pressed him.

"Don't pressure me!" He snapped, with his arms crossed over his chest, and tapped his forehead fiercely with his knuckles. "I'm thinking."

Indeed, he was. The poor Cerberus was virtually breaking himself as he struggled to wrap his mind around the answer. He paced to and fro in front of the Sphinx, whose heart would have been soaring with the inevitability of her success if only she'd still had one, and ground his teeth together until they were bleeding at the gums.

"Alright!" The Cerberus threw his hands into the air and stared beseechingly up at the sky, yellow eyes fraught with self pity. He gestured at the exit, "I do not know the answer. You may go."

"They were three generations of men," the Sphinx's expression radiated with the joy of her success. She looked very smug, "A man, his son, and that son's son."

And then she left, with the first apple clutched between her teeth and her parting words ringing still in the Cerberus's ears. He watched her go, eyes burning with the fire of a thousand hells, and unleashed his rage unto the world with a mighty bellow and a slam of his fist to a rock. It splintered to dust under the force, and he growled with satisfaction as the remains were carried away on the wind.

Still fuming, but mostly back to his efficient self, the Cerberus turned to examine his remaining apples, and then gaped with dismay and disbelief to discover that there were two missing instead of one! A single golden apple remained, gleaming at the bottom of the basket. Its loneliness taunted him.

"The second apple!" the Cerberus cried, and spun on his heel, "Where has it gone?"

He looked to the left. He looked to the right. He looked in front of him, and he looked behind. He checked in the sky, and in-between his legs.

"I can tell you where it is," came a chipper voice from the other side of the gate.

The Cerberus's head snapped sharply in the direction of the speaker, and regarded him hotly through suspicious eyes. Autolycus beamed innocently back at him, but the Cerberus would not be outsmarted this time. He recognized the phantom of this man as a son of Hermes, from whom he had inherited a gift for rendering things invisible.

"Thief!" the Cerberus roared, "Give me my apple!"

"I'll tell you what," Autolycus chuckled and twiddled his thumbs, "I'll make you a deal."

The Cerberus's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "The words of the Sphinx! You were listening, you wretch!"

"I was spying, actually," Autolycus looked positively delighted with himself, and continued to twiddle his thumbs. It irritated the Cerberus. Autolycus noticed, and twiddled faster. The smile on his pale face was permanent, and patronizing in its cruelty. "Aaaaah. The poor dog has already lost one apple, and the second is missing. What is he going to do?"

"The third apple is still there," the Cerberus murmured, and seemed almost to be talking to himself.

"It is," the trickster's ghost agreed, and then cocked his head to the side. "But wouldn't two apples be better than one?"

The Cerberus did not even need to think about this. He said, "It would."

"Well, then," Autolycus looked thoughtful for a moment, and then smiled at the Cerberus as though they were friends. "You had better take me up on my deal, hadn't you?"

Scratching his head, confused, the Cerberus grumbled, "Yes, I guess I had better."

"Wonderful!" Autolycus let out a little whoop of joy, "Its simple enough. I'm sure you'll find it. You're smarter than you look. I can tell."

"What is your deal?" the Cerberus's tone was biting.

Autolycus had the grace to look offended, "There's no need to be like that-

The Cerberus gnashed his jaws. Alarmed, now, Autolycus hurried on; "If you can find the second apple, you get to keep it. If you can not find it, I get to go free. I'll give you one hint."

"Fine," said the Cerberus, who was a very good hunter, "What is the hint?"

This time the trickster's lips were slow to twist into that wicked, wicked grin. It crept its way onto his face, and grew and grew and grew until Autolycus was doubled over laughing. The Cerberus growled at him in warning, but the thief could not stifle the giggles that tore from lips. At long last, when the Cerberus looked lethal with impatience, the dead man wiped the ghosts of tears from his eyes and said; "Its invisible."

"THAT DOESN'T HELP ME!" The Cerberus roared, and Autolycus took a cautious jump backwards.

"That is my hint," the trickster, unconcerned, shrugged.

Seething with temper, chest rising and falling rapidly with his furious breathing, the son of Cerberus started his search for the missing apple. He sniffed high and he sniffed low. He sniffed in every cranny, got his poor nose bitten by a startled bat, and he sniffed in every corner. No matter where he tried, the apple evaded him, and the Cerberus was compelled to give up when the sun alighted in the western half of the sky.

"Alright!" The Cerberus's fist was shaking with his anger when he pointed at the exit, "I can not find the apple. You may go."

"Your effort is to be commended. It took you so long, that I think I've managed to grow a beard. And I'm dead, " Autolycus's words were cheerful, but not meant to be consoling. He patted the Cerberus on the shoulder when he passed him by, and snatched back his hand with a frightened cry when the Cerberus snapped at his fingers with sharp teeth.

"GET OUT!" Roared the guardian of the gate; wrathful spit flying everywhere as he raved in his indignation. The gates to the Underworld trembled under the pressure; clumps of rock fell from the ceiling. Autolycus, fearing for his spirit, gave a hasty little wave and scurried out of harm's way. At the edge of safety he paused, smirking, and pulled something out of from inside his vest.

But there was nothing visible in his hand.

"Another time, then," Autolycus gestured at the Cerberus with the hand that held the second apple, and then burst into a fit of laughter at the dumbstruck expression on the poor dog's face.

The Cerberus howled, and the thief finally left for good, but the peels of his giggles echoed off the stone cavern that marked the entrance to Hell.

The rest of the day continued with little consequence. New dead dragged their feet into Hades, as they always did, but the Cerberus talked to none of them. His encounters with the Sphinx and the Master Thief had put him in a thunderous mood. Any questions directed his way were answered with a steely glare or a crazed flash of his sparkling sharp teeth. Feeling thoroughly humiliated and grieving for his lost apples, the Cerberus had returned to his post with a resigned sense of duty. There would be consequences to the mistakes that he had made to day. There would be punishment for his greed and for his stupidity, the Cerberus knew. He sat in front of the last apple with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest, wordlessly daring anyone to come up and just try to take it.

It was late in the evening when the Cerberus received his third visitor. The sun had long since said adieu and the light of the moon was reflected in the water of the river Styx. The wraith of Medusa, who was as wretched in her beauty as her gaze had been lethal in life, loomed out of the darkness of the Underworld with a terminally loathsome expression on her face and a head full of snakes. They hissed and spit, eyes glowing with a deadly sort of promise, and the sounds that they made drew the attention of the Cerberus.

He regarded Medusa with barely concealed dislike, and quickly averted his gaze.

"What do you want?"

"Only to visit you," said the ancient gorgon, and she peered at the Cerberus through the gates. He stared determinedly at the ceiling, and turned his back to her.

Venom flickered in her eyes and her lips curled over her teeth as she watched the guardian. Her hair watched him too. "Word is you've had a bad day."

The Cerberus didn't answer.

"I've been told that you've found yourself some of Hesperide's golden apples."

The Cerberus 'harumphed' with displeasure.

"Can I see them?"

"No!" His retort was harsh.

Medusa bit her lip, contemplated him with a critical eye, "My, my, somebody's touchy today."

"Shut your mouth, snake."

"That wasn't very nice," Medusa clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, tapped her long fingernails against the stone gate. "You should scratch those flees before they get out of hand, mutt."

"I said," the poor Cerberus had no leash for his feral temper, "shut your FILTHY MOUTH!"

"Oh, would you listen to that," Medusa's laughter sounded like bells. The Cerberus trembled with outrage, and the cavern seemed to shrink as it grew in both weight and intensity, "A dog, talking about my filthy mouth, when he does nothing but lick himself all day."

"THAT'S IT!" the Cerberus roared, and the entirety of the Underworld's atrium fell victim to his violent wrath. It quaked under the terrible onslaught of his tantrum. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Medusa was forced to take a step back as boulders the size of small children crashed to the earth between her ghostly body and his snarling one. This son of Cerberus, who had done his best to guard the Gate and been mocked by the Sphinx and tricked by a Master Thief, was livid beyond anything that he had ever known before. He stomped back and forth in front of the gate, and the whole world quivered to witness such raw power.

Medusa glowered at him with her nasty snake eyes and watched, silently, when the miserable Cerberus stepped directly beneath a stream of falling rocks. One after the other, the clunked loudly against his head. Every contact jarred his neck against his shoulders, but the Cerberus was very strong and, for a moment, it looked like he had not been affected at all. But then, with a groan, his eyes rolled back into his skull and he collapsed to his face on the ground.

Smirking with malicious satisfaction, Medusa slithered out of the Underworld. She collected the third apple from the basket, and bowed her awful head to kiss the unconscious Cerberus on the cheek. When she spoke, her voice was like a fatal caress against his ear.

"I hope the Fates give you what you deserve, scion of Cerberus."

When he came to hours later, surrounded by cracked boulders and caked in filth, there was no sign of Medusa, or of the last apple. Stars twinkled like diamond's in the night sky beyond the cavern, and the Cerberus, who was very proud, could not repress his tears of shame. They slid down his cheeks, creating filthy rivulets where they cut through the layers of dust on his face, and the Cerberus wept for his losses.

The first rays of the sun that kissed the earth the next morning marked the Cerebus's banishment from his post as guardian of Hell's Gate. He left with his head held high, and a pledge of vengeance upon his lips. He would seek retribution for his bloodline, and swore that he would return the head of the Gorgon, who had not made a contract for her liberty, to the feet of Hades himself.

Cross My Heart And Hope To Die...


Ever wonder how this whole mess got started? Where was the tipping point? When did this snowball of disaster begin rolling?

Some say that the love-struck Gorgon's foolish idea was the start. Others claim that it was the unfaithfulness of the Cerberus, while there are others who think that everything was just a big, cosmic coincidence. There are many theories, but we, the Cerberus Triplets, know the truth. The answer is a completely shocking one, but if you think about it, it's as simple as 2+2.

Johnny Appleseed.

That's right, ladies and gents, Johnny Appleseed is to blame. "What the hell does Johnny Appleseed have to do with anything?!", you cry. Well, I'll tell you. The golden apples!

We all know the story of the fabled Johnny Appleseed, right? Planted apples all across the land, introducing much of the new world to the savory taste of apples? Well, where do you think Johnny got all these wonderful apples from? America? England? Africa? No, it was from Halloween itself that he stole those apples! Igniting a blood feud between two families, who both wanted nothing more than to live in peace. Furthermore, the villain spread the golden apples seeds all over America, and while no more of the magic apples were produced, as the apples will not grow in the human world, the trees Johnny planted were most delicious, juicy, and fantastic apples ever eaten by mankind. Those golden apples were the start of the apples we know today... Think about it: whenever you are eating an apple you are eating death, misery, and greed. Have fun imagining how many apples you have eaten in your whole lifetime... You monster. And people wonder why we aren't vegetarians.

Now how exactly did Johnny gain control of these apples, you ask? Pure coincidence. He happened to stumble upon them when Cerberus was... erm, otherwise engaged. There was a bathroom problem for dogs and wolves in Halloween Town, as you could never tell whether or not a tree/bush/cacti/e.t.c. had a soul or not, and you did not wish to offend one by peeing on it accidentally.

(Spirited plants to not take kindly to being watered, oddly enough.) Now a days, this problem has been fixed by a dedicated team of label and sign makers, but back then many dogs/wolves traveled to the safety of the mortal realm to satisfy nature's call. And so, while Cerberus was busy with problems of his own, Johnny stumbled upon those three apples, lying by a nearby rock. Never even thinking that they were someone else's property, he selfishly decided that they were a gift from God and stole them.

Johnny, blissfully ignorant of his crime boarded a ship to the Americas and ate the apples himself, saving the seeds so that he could plant them throughout the country. While the apples had lost their ability to save lives from death, they were still immensely potent. Johnny lived to the age of eighty years old, an age regarded to be extremely old, which was no doubt due in part to his consumption of the magical apples. However, his death is disputed, and none are sure where his remains are buried, but I'll let you in on a little secret...

Once our fore-father had stomped back to Halloween, he discovered his golden apples to be missing. Enraged, he tried his best to find them by tracking down the scent of the thief. Unknown to Cerberus, Johnny had since boarded his boat and soon the trail was lost.

Upon his return home, another unpleasant surprise awaited him. Three souls had escaped, and Cerberus was banished from his home. Deeply embittered, he set out once more in search of the culprit behind his most recent misfortunes. And found him.

On his eightieth birthday.

TEAM SNAKE-EYES

Oldest sister; Korina
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Middle sister; Videre
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Youngest sister; Melina
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+ + Lounging around in her assigned dorm room, Korina glanced around at those that had gathered there. Her sisters, Videre and Melina, were the closest, sitting in chairs situated around the glowing fire set in its contained hearth. It was nice to have a break from classes and lounge around with those she was familiar with. In addition to her siblings, they were joined by a fellow classmate, a were-cat who seemed to have a question itching to be asked.

+ + “Alright Natsube. Spit it out. Your hair is practically standing on end with the need and want to ask whatever is on your mind.”, she hissed, stretching her lengthy, booted legs towards the warmth of the fire. Her scales contracted as the heat warmed them, bringing a content and mellow hiss of enjoyment. How she would love to curl up on the heated stones and doze for as long as possible, but not with company in her presence. She had to set a precedence for those she dealt with, no matter if they were friends or family. “I’ve had a full day of classes and don’t feel like playing games.”

+ + ”Excuse me, Korina. I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to hide my curiosity very well.”, said with an accompanying stretch of his own. ”I happened to see, as you collected your meal in the kitchen, you run into one of the Cerberus triplets. Everyone has heard of the story between you guys - it’s common knowledge. What I wanted to know was what happened that was left out of the story. The truth behind it all. There had to have been more to it that wasn’t listed in the annals, more to why you hate them with such a passion.”

+ + Letting a slight hiss escape past her lips at the mention of the most disdained litter of puppies she had come across, her yellow eyes slitted in frustration. “Those oath-breakers are beneath me and my kind. They hold no value to their bargains, and are underhanded in their actions. But, if you really wish to know the story, I can tell it to you. Everyone knows of our ancestry, leading all the way the way back to the likes of the esteemed Medusa, and her sisters Stheno and Euryale. Another of our lineage, Minerva, had fallen in love with that of a mere mortal,” even saying the simple name given to all those of the human race, Medusa couldn't completely cover the disapproval of her ancestors folly. Mortals were not esteemed enough to warrant the attention of the Gorgons; a race that prided itself on their beauty, lethality, and cunning. Nevertheless, she couldn’t be deterred from her story.

+ + “That particular mortal became very ill during the course of their dalliances. Bringing a great deal of displeasure to Minerva. She tried everything she could think of, even feeding him on of the fabled golden apples. It was useless. He seemed to be falling more and more into illness with every passing moment.” Taking a slight breath before continuing the story, she glanced at Natsube, making sure he was paying rapt attention to what she was relaying to him. “With a last ditch effort, she bribed the guardian of the Gates to the Underworld, an ancestor of those feeble-minded Cerberus triplets, with 3 golden apples for 3 days. Setting out from there, she made her way into the Underworld, hoping to find our fabled ancestor Medusa in hopes she would have some knowledge of how to save her lover.”

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+ + Hearing a lapse in her sisters speech, Videre cut in, “Minerva found Medusa, in the deepest abysses of Tartaros, where the filthy dogs had imprisoned her.” She leaned forward fervently as she spoke, spitting out the words with a hiss and continuing, “Our ancestress saw the girl’s naivete right away. I wouldn’t have helped her; it was useless for her to go down there. To save a mortal that would die eventually anyway? No one would have backed her. She would have done better to listen to Medusa’s advice and turn back. ‘Leave him,’ she advised, ‘he’ll only bring you pain. A mortal life is cheap and easily extinguished.’

+ + But Minerva couldn’t see past the romantic ideals she’d clouded her eyes with.” Here, she paused to brush her fringe away from her forehead, exposing her third, fourth, and fifth eyes. “She would have done better to take a step back and see the situation as it really was- a demigod wretchedly chasing a weak life form. He would never survive her love, no matter what she did to bring him back. He would have died in front of her eyes regardless.” Videre furrowed her eyebrows disapprovingly and lifted her chin, her tone taking on a sharpness that challenged her audience to disagree. All five of her eyes narrowed in disdain. “She argued for hours and prattled his virtues, refusing to listen to anything her own ancestor had to say from experience and wisdom. And finally Medusa grew tired of the girl’s bargaining. She struck a deal.”

+ + Eyes alight with the anticipation and caught up in the excitement of her own story, Videre waited a moment before continuing, “Medusa agreed to revive Minerva’s lover in exchange for breaking her out of Tartaros, along with her two sisters.” She settled back in her chair, letting her words sink in. “No one had actually done it before. Getting a shade out of Hell, I mean. They’ve tried, but no one has actually brought the dead back. It’s not something that can be done. Of course, Medusa couldn’t actually bring the dying back to health either. It wasn’t in her realm. But the girl didn’t know this.” Videre glanced around knowingly. “No one actually thought that the girl would actually succeed. Not Medusa, not Euryale or Stheno.”

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There was a brief silence as the rest of the group waited to see if Videre was done with her speech. The middle sister was always known to talk forever without having anyone interfere her, and therefore it was common for her to take the floor for an extended period of time.

And now that no one was talking, Melina took the opportunity to do so. While her sisters had took turns telling the story, Melina was distracted by doodling in little notebook, coping with how they had portrayed the story. Secretly, Melina thought that Minerva was a role model. She had found something in her life that was so important for her, she was willing to do whatever it took to keep it. “But even if she didn’t know how exactly she was going to help the shades escape...I really thought that she was...” Melina hesitated for a moment. "Well...brave. I mean, while everyone was skeptical of her, don't you guys think it's cool that she was actually able to do it? I rather find it fascinating." She nodded to herself, convinced that she was right.

Before continuing, Melina nonchalantly doodled a dead person. "Besides, if it wasn't for her love dying, Minerva would have never gone down there in the first place...and that obviously means that the three shades would have never made it out..."

She pondered over the idea a bit. "I mean, I know something distracted the puppy and that allowed the three to run out the gate unnoticed--especially since they're so fast. But I don't really think it was fair of Medusa to really manipulate Minerva like that. She went down there expecting help from a fellow relative, and then in the end just got blackmailed..."

The other two sisters stared at her, as silence pervaded the room with what had just escaped her lips. Rushing on, Melina took this as a sign to not even bother attempting to convince them and tried to revert the attention back to the Cerberus’s. “W-well, I mean, it was still horrible of the dogs to think they could get away with pulling a gyp like that!" She shook her head as she drew and x over the dog's head she had just drew. "A deal was a deal, and not letting Minerva out was so not cool. Even if it kinda-sorta was her fault for helping Medusa and her sisters escape from Tartaros, in the end, it was totally the dog's fault for stepping away from his post anyway, not to mention losing the apples? Wow. He should have just tried harder to keep them in the Underworld if he didn‘t want them to escape! "

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+ + Korina kept herself composed as she heard her sisters relay the different parts of the story that added up to the whole of why they had such a distaste for the brothers. She had no space in her heart for those who couldn’t hold up a bargain. It really wasn’t that hard, and it definitely was not Minerva’s fault that those daft dogs couldn’t keep up with three golden apples. It just spoke even more of their ancestors character. Absentmindedly, her hand had reached up to stroke the golden snake that was wrapped around her neck, leaving him to his slumber. Malachai tended to get overwhelmed with all the activity that surrounded her at school, and refused to stay within her room to avoid it.

+ + Hearing of her sisters wistful declaration of some epic love story, as if Minerva’s devotion was not that of some delusion. Scoffing silently to herself, so that Melina wouldn’t hear, she had to smile in her minds eye. She might not approve of Minerva’s love for some random mortal, but she appreciated the naivete her sister possessed. It might be inappropriate in this scenario, but it kept her ground. Of course she would occasionally fuss at her sister, in the hopes to bring her out of such daydreams, but it was apart of who she was. For now, she was okay with leaving Melina to it. She would eventually grow out of this folly, at least Korina hoped so. Medusa had merely saw an opportunity and took it. It was what any sensible person would do.

+ + “Nevertheless, what it all boils down to is the whole Cerberus line is sleazy and disrespectful. I don’t hold any compassion for anything that fell on them. They could rot for all I care. Does that answer your question, Natsube? Just be sure to keep from breaking your word with us. We do not appreciate oath-breakers, in any form or fashion, and you will not like the consequences.” Eyes flashing a bright greenish gold, Korina’s forked tongue flicked from her mouth, revealing just a bit of fang from her parted mouth. She was sure the suggestion would stick. Hopefully word would reach the Cerberus triplets of their high displeasure. If she could, she wouldn’t let the chance at retribution escape her.