Filthy Mess

”From where I stand? Yes. It did.” she said simply, so fully did she believe in the purpose and reason for their family’s ways. Were there things to be improved upon, changed, tailored? Absolutely. But she would never besmirch the lessons she had been taught, knowing that without them, she would have never existed. ”Does it matter? Immediate or not, a threat is a threat.” she said, frowning slightly. This was a divine threat after all. It wasn’t like one off his rocker drug-addict coming to her door in an attempt to pry her family from her – these were beings of immense power and ability preparing to clash. ”I am on whatever side will keep my family alive and safe. And as Head of the Family, the only one I need ask is my Left Hand, if I so wish.” she said, reminding him once again of their customs. Surviving isn’t living. Zariah had to resist the urge to snort. ”Neither is dying, Loren.” zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.