The Plight Of The Former Divinity.

“Nice to see you too, Mavena,” Diarmad crackled under his golden horned skull. “But yes, you can be rest assured, it really is me this time.”

“How...did you know about that?!” Mavena gritted her teeth.

“What do you mean? I have eyes and ears everywhere on this island,” Diarmad replied as hellish flames danced in his hollowed sockets. “Not literally though.”

“Mavena! Who is this ugly fool?” Selena asked.

“Ugly, you say?” Diarmad traced his skeletal fingers upon his skull. “We are all still the same underneath the bag of flesh you are holding into.”

“Which fool said that? Or did you just made that up right on the spot?” Selena mocked.

“What…”

“Figured as much,” Selena said. “Now tell me, who are you?”

“Heh, you really like to run your mouth without thinking, do you?” he placed a hand under his chin. “Very well, I am the--”