fresh on campus [bee]

This was amazing. Treetops poked from the ice, spires of foliage against a darkening sky. Something needed to be done tonight. Their father was growing short tempered, which was unlike him. Crimson gaze narrowed at the thought. Their supposedly tolerant brother was the source of all this irritation. No more. They were nearly grown now, and this pedantic nonsense needed to stop. A low growl rumbled deep in her chest. Shaking out her thickened coat, the bitch stalked further into the frozen woods. No need for anyone to hear them near the edges. 

Once safely amidst the treetops, the wraith glanced at the dying rays of the sun thrown across the sky. Orange mingled with deep violet. Pretty. The stars were slowly winking into view. She wouldn't tell anyone, but she really did like to watch the stars. She lowered her head and surveyed the locale. There was no one else here. It was too late in the evening, and the big cats would no doubt be lurking. A puff of mist was expelled violently from her nostrils as she huffed. Time to deal with this bullshit her brother had stirred up.

Lips would pull away from one another as she raised her voice, pushing a rumbling song from her jaws. She was summoning Beelzebub, and he knew damn well why. He was being a whiny bitch, almost as bad as Mammon. They were all torn, deeply so, by Belphegor's death. But taking it out on infants? Pathetic. 

Should her brother try and defend his behaviour, she would rend him limb from limb. Tear him apart. The new children were annoying as fuck, but they were not deserving of his wrath. Nor hers. Instead, Michael would need to die. Slowly, painfully. Atonement for his sins against the family. Gabriel would fall next, perhaps only slightly quicker. And then it would be Raphael, the last of the supposed Guardians. 

Hackles rising at the thought of blood on her teeth, the bitch began to pace. Where was Bee? He always took so fucking long.