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Violence spewed from her pores as she turned her gaze upon the approaching form of her brother. Deadened expression was all he bothered cast upon her, as though the lazy fuck had anything better to be doing. Onyx lips peeled back from sharp ivories with a snarl, daring him to test her mettle. "Spit it out. I'm not in the mood for this shit." He barked, and she advanced upon him without regard. He had at least a hundred pounds on her, but it was all useless rolls of blubber. The way he acted, there must be more of it in that thick skull of his.

"That," The wraith spat. Her tail lashed behind her, hackles bristling. "that's why you're out in the middle of nowhere with me." Enough was enough, and she would beat it out of him if she had to. Left flank would turn toward her brother as she paced a short distance in front of him. "You're being a little bitch." She announced with little care for his emotions. Auds would flatten against her skull as she pinned him with crimson stare. "You and Mammon, selfish little whiners." There was no shortage of snot nosed brats in this damned family, and she wasn't about to suffer another one. "You think that Belphegor's death only hurt you? That you're the only one that cared about him?" It waspurely rhetorical. She knew full well that he, and Mammon, weren't the only ones upset by death. By their mothers' violent ends, the spilled blood that sullied their names.

"You think I don't ache, that it doesn't get hard for me to breathe when I think about how he died?" vocals rose in pitch as she spoke, a thunderous boom that echoed through the trees. There hadn't been time to grieve, only time to plot the downfall of the Guardians. "I was there." Deep vocals snapped, gaze narrowing upon alabaster marked features. "I saw his face torn off, his chest ripped open and guts sprawled on the grass. Where the fuck were you? Nowhere, that's where. Not here, not anywhere we could find you." Sparing the details wouldn't have driven her point home, reminded him that he had been blessedly absent from the scene of the slaughter. A lamb torn apart by abominable intent. "So stop being a little bitch. We're all upset. Taking your rage out on infants who have no clue what they were born into is useless, and stupid." Tail tip flicked to and fro, watching his expression. "Make better use of it, and we'll destroy our uncles. Tear them apart while their cursed father watches, and make sure they never touch us again."

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