Piping-Hot Revenge

Quickly the battle was over and Toxicity moved to replace her teeth with the weight of her paw on Pestilence's throat as she cast a disdainful look down at her sister. A smile tugged at the corners of her maw as Pesto claimed she hated them. Her eyes narrowed, glittering almost with glee, "It's good for mortals to hate us, Calamity. It's their fear manifesting itself." Toxicity spared a look at Calamity. This, she could feel, was why they were here. "You feel the moon's light hitting us? That's father's gaze. He is glad to see you here, bleeding over his grave," she aimed to press harder on Pesto's injured throat, but not enough to choke her. "The blood you spill tonight is the last of your godhood, Pestilence. Feel it leave your body and soak into the mountain just like ou- my father's did. You can't even call him your father, can you? He never wants to see you- not even in death. Why would he? You're just another mortal Klein."

Tox shoved Pestilence, hoping to throw her a good distance down the mountain. She turned away as soon as her paw left the bloodied throat. As quick as she could, she drew Pestilence's sigil with the girl's blood, then turned to Calamity, "Break her sigil, Cala. She is no longer a part of us. Let the gods and souls of this mountain attest to the death of Pestilence Abraxas." She was the prosecutor here, and in Abraxas's name, Pestilence was no longer one of them.

She would wait for Calamity to do as she was told, then she aimed to leave, not once checking to see if Pestilence was in earshot or if she had fallen broken down the mountain.