Greek Takeover

It's a call Hazel knows she shouldn't answer. In another life, it would have been her challenge to fight. Now she stands, a general without an army. Without forces to pull around herself, to rally for something like this. No, she arrives alone. She arrives before any of the Armada's own, and likely for the best. Though she tips her chin for a moment toward Dread, and Deluge in turn, the girl takes a seat far and away on her own.

There would be blood. Far more blood than perhaps anyone realizes, or anticipates. Hazel steels herself, looking on with a cold, clinical stare. Always a watcher, digging her fingers into the pulse. Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. The girl has a way of othering herself, and this time around would be no different. Watch. Wait. Observe.

By kingdom come, there will be blood, on earth as it is in hell.

Hazel, The General