Killing Intent

Legs wrapping around Ves's chest, my arms around his neck, and my chin over his head like a mama hen, a smile of pure satisfaction pressed against my lips. 

Victory. 

Iza always wins! Mwa·ha·ha·ha. Feeble little brother, you shall be Iza's forever! Mine!

Locked on Vesyrn, a few wandering bitches had their eye on us but without much care. Names after names continued to be called. Some revealed gods, others, weapons, or animals of various kinds and natures. In an hour, I saw dozens of men and women of every race approach the Monolith of Fate. Awaiting judgment. But the absence of a few names, like Eryth and Cece, caught me off guard. 

Was it because they were protected individuals? Then again, none of the worshipers of Tenebrous, aka Pop-Pop, had risen. Damion had gone, but it wasn't a spectacular performance. It only showed a scarlet blade.