Anger That Shook The Heavens

Kafka raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A situation, huh? What kind of situation? Don't tell me you guys had some kind of divine drama going on while I was down here making a mess of things. Did someone break a sacred rule or something? Or maybe you all got into a fight over who gets to give me a request next?" He chuckled, the idea amusing him more than it should.

But to his utter shock, Evangeline gave a sigh like she was shaking her head in dismay like she wished it were that simple and said,

"No, Kafka...It something that involves your mother, Lady Vanitas."

Kafka's eyes snapped open, his heart skipping a beat. Anything involving his mother always had that effect on him, a visceral reaction that he couldn't shake, no matter how much he claimed to despise her.