[ WP ] `` Witch hunts are rarely ever about witches . ''

`` Witch hunts are rarely ever about witches.'' 
 
 `` Yeah? ” Phobos could n't resist the urge to groan. `` What makes you think this could be anything similar? Look, Styx, it's incredibly simple. He is *fucking my dad*. And he's not even a hundred years old. You know how old we are?'' 
 
 Pluto's undead daughter distractedly nodded. It'd been too busy of a morning to even think about this. Yesterday someone had landed on top of her, and this afternoon, her cousin was barking this and that about a vampire boy having sex with her uncle. What the fuck was his problem? `` A million years old and you still have n't learned not to be a pest. You know, there are worse things than vampires——like creatures who suck the joy out of every room. You're one of them.'' 
 
 `` Oh, piss off.'' 
 
 `` No, you little fucker. ” One greenish hand clenched around his collar, tearing him from his seat. Styx towered over him, all skin and bones, ghastly filmy eyes reflected in those annoying Lennon sunglasses of his. `` You listen to me! This is not your fucking life! That man is your father, and Caligula has done *nothing wrong! * He's a consenting adult! Zora and Voltaire already know! No one close to them gives two shits whether they're together, except for YOU!'' 
 
 `` Hey, hey, easy——Come on, let's calm down! ” Hands closed over her shoulders. `` What's going on?! What's this pissant doing?'' 
 
 She turned only halfway to gauge the situation, fist answering for her. 
 
 `` Want to know what's going on? My shit-for-brains cousin has the nerve to get his panties twisted over his father having a boyfriend! I appreciate your support, but kindly fuck off... it does n't involve you.'' Attention turned back to Phobos, who spread his hands in quiet resignation. `` One more word, you dinosaur hammer, and I'll solder you to the top of the flagpole.'' 
 
 He said nothing else as she dropped him back into his seat. But she looked at her right fist; she'd gotten something on it. Was n't blood, pus—— Lifting her fingers to her nose told her exactly what it was. 
 
 ``... Snake venom.'' And past her, in the aisle, was the poor bastard she'd punched. 
 
 Sighing weakly, she shook her head. `` Ah. Anger management classes again... Might as well go re-enroll in the'Behavior for Young Ladies' course. Need a hand?'' Behind his hoodie, slit green eyes just blinked. One, very slowly, and the other barely at all. 
 
 `` You hit me, ” he murmured raspily, fangs showing a little behind his lips. `` And you're looking at me. Why are you looking at me?'' 
 
 `` Why not? ” She cracked a kink out of her neck and knelt. `` I mean, I did hit you. ” One hand reached for his hood. `` You look like you're terrified of—— ” Tiny eyes...? 
 
 `` Wh-haat?! What the fuck is this, kid? Are you some kind of herpetologist?'' Jerking the fabric away just showed her more... Cobras. Fucking cobras. In his hair! And his face had the look of half-hammered snakeskin. 
 
 `` He's a Gorgon, clearly.'' 
 
 `` Shut up, Phobos! ” One shoe sailed over his head. `` I know what he is......... He's the weirdo who landed on top of me yesterday.'' 
 
 **Edit: This is a continuation of that Medusa prompt. There's probably something in the middle. But yeah, lots of backstory here and there as I go, I'm sure. **
