The problem with telling Hybris to “do something productive with your time” was that what Hybris found productive was often not very nice. And when Erato had said that to her in her journal, Hybris had remembered she was supposed to be messing with the muse anyway for some demon thing. She couldn’t remember why, but who cared?
So she had certainly been productive by following Erato around, and learning the woman’s schedule. And she had been even more productive by calling up her favourite Drugs and getting yet another cocktail of something that would knock someone right out. Then she had spent her days following Erato at a distance, trying to figure out the best time to strike. And in a busy cafe when no one was paying attention, was perfect.
She readied the syringe and walked behind Erato, jabbing it into the muse’s neck before Erato even knew she was there. Then Hybris rounded the table and grinned, sitting opposite her. “Hi, Erato,” she said, friendly as anything.