Piping-Hot Revenge

Calamity withdrew immediately once Pestilence lost her balance. Her attack had served its purpose. She hadn't intended to draw blood and yet she still tasted something. Had she drawn blood? All at once her stomach felt queasy. Attacking their sibling like this was an entirely different kind of test of faith. Cala had been ready to double down on her faith and rejoin the fold, but was this the cost? She averted her eyes as Pestilence cursed them both. It's good for mortals to hate us... Slowly her eyes rose to meet Tox's bicolored ones, meek but in solidarity. Feeling this hate felt... bad. Terrible. But it made her want to do something about (if only to stop feeling so horrible). She watched stoically as Toxicity pawed Pestilence's signature into the ground and commanded that she break it. With a harried look over her shoulder, she watched as Pestilence disappeared into the darkness. The fight had ended so quickly that she wasn't sure it had ever occurred. Although the moon dimly lit the mountainside, their act of violence had mostly been a scuffle in the dark.

Break her. This was her only chance. Venom would trust her, Toxicity would grant her a more permanent position in their faith - she hoped - and perhaps their father would smile upon her once more. They would meet again, she was sure of it. "Pestilence Abraxas is dead," Calamity said slowly, bending her head down to scratch out the bloody sigil with a sharp tine of her antlers. Before following after Tox she spared one more glance down the mountainside, fighting to find Pestilence's body in the dark. When she couldn't make anything out, she finally turned to follow after. Tension slowly left her body as she moved rhythmically towards home. Gods, she'd been contracting muscles that she hadn't even realized existed.