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The demon spawn have taken everything from her, and even still they do not allow her the luxury of rest or even death. Their presence nags at the demons in her mind, stirring them into a frenzy or desire to kill and protect. An internal war that would not be won anytime soon. She cannot move, her body having expended all of it's strength during the birth, but she also cannot pass out or even simply die. It is the ultimate torture that has been inflicted upon her, pulling her deeper and deeper into her insanity. Now more than ever is it shown that the once great assassin has been broken to absolutely nothing, her desire to die coming over her desire to kill her bastard children. If the pups would suckle away at her life source, earn her acceptance by doing for her what she simply could not do to herself.

Ailith is not too far gone, for she senses when Mars finally arrives. He hovers over his captive and his children, inspecting all that he has missed as he tried to hunt in his pathetic state. The white female had taken much joy in watching him limp back defeated in his quest for a pack. Blue eyes stay shut and body limp, not giving away that she is conscious he is there. She hated him and wanted as little interaction with him as possible. But when he picks up one of the male pups, something sparks in her, her body reacting and her mind driven simply by instinct and insanity. It is a flash of ivory and she shoots to dig her fangs into his leg, her deep growls threatening and warning him. The icy blue of her eyes digs into him like broken glass, a sudden possessiveness over the child that he holds in his jaws. She resented the child, may even kill him herself if given the chance, but she would not allow Mars to touch him.

She forces her body up ever so slightly and curls around them as he places the male back down. For now, their mother is their shield, even if they faced no real threat from their father. The squeaks drove the mothering instinct in her, her snarls the only sign to the brute before her of just how unstable she currently was. ”What have you named them?” he asks, as Ailith's strength begins to fade once more now that her rage that had fueled her was now beginning to wear off. She rested her head back down onto her paws, content that he knows if he touches the pups again what reaction he will face. "Nothing," she rasps, her voice cold. She held no desire to name them, her resentment coming forth once more. Her mind was torn, this new darker side hating them, but her old loving self adored them. It would make for a curious relationship between her children and her.

Blue eyes cut by his to spy the wolf carcass near by. Her face contorts in disgust as her ice shoot to mars. "I would rather starve to death," she hisses through bared teeth. Mars may be a monster, but he had created something even more dangerous and he would be quick to learn not to push her buttons too far.

Lightning insanity striking inside of me.