Not for His Sake

Safrin nodded with gentle agreement. "True. But it is why I find you all so fascinating, even after all these long years." The continued talk of Frey made Safrin scowl slightly, and she turned her star spangled gaze away for a moment as she considered. "There is nothing to Frey. No meaning behind their creativity shall we say. When they were with Rae, they were more...under control shall we say. But here, without the guidance of our three, Frey has ... lost touch." If Phoebe thought the look of displeasure on Safrin's face was obvious at the mention of Frey, the deity looked positively furious at the mention of the Voice. "She is nothing but an impostor." Safrin hissed, the world around them seeming to spin with her anger and contempt. Her perfect teeth were now pointed and viciously sharp as she sneered, crossing her arms. "She calls herself the Voice now." Safrin clarified with a dignified sniff. However as Phoebe directed the conversation make into more pleasurable waters, the goddess seemed to still, her effervescent affect settling onto her features once again. "I ask little, only that my name find its way onto the lips of mortals once again." Safrin replied with a gracious smile and slight sigh. "It is perhaps the most mortal trait I can be said to possess, the desire to be known." Was she vain? Of course she was. She'd never offered herself as anything but. Even gods have their flaws. Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted