A Queen Among Tempests
He may be a God, but he seems to have adopted all the frustrating qualities of the male gender.
“My power means nothing to him, I assure you. My animai is the God Azadou,” I inform her, taking another sip of my drink.
Invidia stares at me unblinking, as if her brain is in the middle of a reboot. She soon begins blinking rapidly, her systems appearing to start up again.
She reaches out and grasps my wrist, “Did you just say the Demon God; the OG eyti, is your animai?”
“That is what I said,” I affirm.
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