My Friendship
"You are not the teaching type, Pythia." Abaddon maintained his civility.
"You wound me, my King. I have raised many wonderful students." The woman responded.
"Teaching your people to predict stock prices and the movement of the market is not the same as teaching about the fate of the world." He responded.
Pythia's face changed with the jibe. While it was true that the focus of the temple had turned towards wealth accumulation, they were also keen on the core issues affecting Panthalassa and even the secular world.
She turned her face to Aisling. She knew that she could not do anything to Rex. Unlike others who had heard only tales of the demi-angel of destruction, she had seen him at work. She had even suffered by his hand.
Her survival and rise from the ashes was an act of mercy on his part. However, in her heart, she held a deep grudge against him.
Her bitterness was written in her bones.