Safrin
'You cavort with the ascended.' Safrin says as gently as possible, letting the weight of her words reverberate into the stillness. 'Your tasks given to you seasons and seasons ago are not complete..' Softly, the goddess shakes her head. 'Your prayers to Vi all of your life have finally been answered, and yet...you still live your life as if your priorities are solely your own.'
Reaching for one of Amalia's baked goods as if she hadn't just said that the Archangel was utterly failing in her duties, the goddess takes a bite of one with lemon frosting, humming happily into the tang of it. "They died." Of natural causes? Of course not. "All demigods exist with a purpose, just as we heralds do. Once that purpose is served, or should you prove yourselves not the best tool for the job..." Immortality was one thing, but the gods could manufacture situations in which the conditions for death were met.
"..it's why I'm warning you now. Before it's too late."
Reaching for one of Amalia's baked goods as if she hadn't just said that the Archangel was utterly failing in her duties, the goddess takes a bite of one with lemon frosting, humming happily into the tang of it. "They died." Of natural causes? Of course not. "All demigods exist with a purpose, just as we heralds do. Once that purpose is served, or should you prove yourselves not the best tool for the job..." Immortality was one thing, but the gods could manufacture situations in which the conditions for death were met.
"..it's why I'm warning you now. Before it's too late."
