Not So Simply Divine (Open)

Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted The notion of being brought here momentarily caused Safrin's expression to harden, but quickly the smoothness of her features reasserted themselves and she merely blinked the statement away. Brought? Well. Wasn't that an interesting thought for this little bug to have. As Elyna continued, Safrin's expression grew visibly bored. And given just how mask-like her features could be, clearly this allowance was intentional. Ely's argument relied on one crucial premise: if they had been brought here. And if they had, sure, perhaps that being owed an explanation. But Safrin was not that being nor did she feel compelled to help update Ely's reasoning. The bug seemed fairly confident as it was. Let her have her misunderstandings. Safrin didn't care. Vaue? Safrin exhaled. "Your value comes in your utility." The goddess said tersely. Even bugs could have their uses. This one however was rapidly failing to hold the goddess's interest though. The mention of the lack of worshippers made Safrin's pale eyes glow with a cold fire for a moment as a dangerously smooth smile curved her lips. "You have been here for all of a week now? You'll forgive me for not taking your observations seriously." Had being trapped in this bubble weakened Safrin's hold of the minds of mortals? Perhaps. Had it eliminated it? Oh far from it. Raising a brow at Ely's latest bit of self aggrandizement, Safrin regarded her for a moment. Yes...stronger and faster. And she indeed had an idea as to why. And it wasn't one that she liked. "Are you now." Safrin asked flatly, as the star shine and midnight that had flooded them was disastrously disrupted by nearly blinding sun-rays. Warmth and light poured from inside the ceiling as if the sun itself had been transported just above them. "Tell me more about just how strong you are." Safrin snarled, her voice sweet and her expression even sweeter, even as the sun's rays would be doing their worst to the Ascended's body.