Green Labyrinth
One corner of her mouth curls up at Erebos's retort. His final words elicit more of a reaction, in the form a loyal response to befit their old roles of General and Soldier. "The same to you," she says, although her eyes never leave the hideous creature in the distance. She has always loathed Kaos - she had doubts when he healed her about whether he was really truly evil, but Helovia's massacre proved that her instincts had been correct. The death of her mother should have told her enough about the heathen, yet she'd still felt herself falling victim to his charm like so many others. The fact she now lives in his lands, at his beck and call, where his wrath can end them at any minute....it is a powerlessness that she does not like, not in the slightest. As the heathen addresses them, she can feel her spine tingle with hatred. How dare he order them around like that, as though he owns the place? It is not right, it is not proper, and it fills the gargoyle with an unholy rage. She manages to control herself with considerable effort and decides that it's best to take her leave before she says or does anything she'll regret, so with a final huff of disgust at Kaos and a respectful nod to Erebos, she slips away into the depths of the fog. |
