The words still carried an edge. It wasn't personal, not really. But frankly, Trixa couldn't care less about the concern of a former heavenly emissary. This was paien business. It may be a demon, and Ishiah was more than welcome to hold his prejudices and grudges about that, but his was a crime against her brother, her people, her kind. It was her revenge to take, her justice to dish out and you didn't step on a Trickster's toes.
Heaven and Hell and their little soldiers could all fuck off.
Setting the final knife aside Trixa stood to cross to the back door of the hut. It was open, to catch the breeze, but it had a nice view, too. Kimano would have loved it.
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The words still carried an edge. It wasn't personal, not really. But frankly, Trixa couldn't care less about the concern of a former heavenly emissary. This was paien business. It may be a demon, and Ishiah was more than welcome to hold his prejudices and grudges about that, but his was a crime against her brother, her people, her kind. It was her revenge to take, her justice to dish out and you didn't step on a Trickster's toes.
Heaven and Hell and their little soldiers could all fuck off.
Setting the final knife aside Trixa stood to cross to the back door of the hut. It was open, to catch the breeze, but it had a nice view, too. Kimano would have loved it.
Today, she hated it.