WARWARWARWAR

And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

Great primordial sin

Kavaa watched Kassandora put her hand on the table and lift the knife. She had brought Of War a bucket, a towel and a bottle of water too. They had talked for a minute or two, more advice on what to do, what else to bring Kass before they were ready to unleash War on this world once again, and then Kassandora got right to it.

In one quick stab, she impaled her hand on the table straight to the hilt, the yanked her arm back and split the rest of the hand: bone, veins, muscle and skin. All that for a grimace. "I guess I've grown rusty." Kassandora said. "It hurt less in the past." Kavaa shook her head. There was no other Divine who would describe tearing their palm apart like that as merely 'it hurt less in the past.' Of War swung her arm to Kavaa, her own blood spraying over the walls, the floor, over Kavaa's dress.

Good thing she had expected this and worn a work uniform.

"Now let's see what you can do." Kassandora said.

Chapter 55