Massacre of Agra worshippers

Immediately, Gaya rose to her feet as her eyes blazed with a cold fire.

"We're going hunting, human," she growled with a menacing rumble. "We're going to find… every single one of those assholes. And we're going to… slaughter them."

Michael nodded, a grim smile twisting his lips. Fayeth, hearing the word slaughter and the way Gaya had said it… felt another shiver run down her spine. Even the God of Darkness hadn't sounded that bloodthirsty. Gaya's "normal" killing sprees usually resembled a massacre. If she was talking about slaughter, it was going to be like unleashing a horde of starving piranhas on a group of tourists who decided to skinny dip in the Amazon.