EilythIt's show time bitch. Let's see if you get to keep living or not."
Haunt you? Waste my valuable time on earth as vengeful spirit
haunting you?" She met the question with a snickering, fanged smile plastered from ear to ear that glistening in the low light. "
Bitch please."
A glint of barely restrained violence shined in her slit eyes as they sized up the woman before them. Far more concerning, however, were the tentacles. Two writhing, unholy masses sprouting from either shoulder, long, powerful, and black as the abyssal depths where not even the light of Kallisto dared trespass. She slowly advanced from the dark, eyes peeled on Tahra's reaction. Even the slightest hint of reaching for a gun or other weapon and she'd snap that offending arm like a man's neck beneath her boots. They may have all gotten stays of execution thanks to Brigitte, but Brigitte was gone now, and by god she was going to make the one responsible pay. Even if it meant reneging on that decision.
"Like I'd let you off that easy." She chuckled mirthlessly. "No, fuck that. I'd drag your sorry ass down to hell with me and be done with it. Unfortunately, well... fortunately for
you I guess, that ain't what I'm here for. Not if you keep this civil and don't do anything crazy like call for help. I got a few friends waiting nearby, and I'd really like to not turn this whole base into a bloodbath. I'm short time, and patience. So I'll give you the TLDR version of events:
Turns out the goddesses are real, who fuckin' knew eh? As you can see, I ain't human anymore either. Decided to become Allia's pet. Don't ask. Also turns out that the goddess Katrina is a massive bitch who prefers the name Kallisto and wants to undo the world in order to make up for some stupid shit she did Eons ago. I'm not sure on the motivation, and I don't really care, I just know that the bitch is the reason the only sister I ever cared about is now dead. And that she's too damn powerful for me to just walk up and tear her apart like I want to. Tried already, that monster beat us in a six on one, the cheating bitch..."
She punctuated the insult with a little snarl that was, surprisingly, not aimed at Tahra. It was not long before a gentle tug around her neck reminded Allia's unruly Hydra to stay focused.
"Anyway, that brings us to why I'm here. I talked to God. The real God. The world. It's fucking complicated, okay? And I learned how to beat the bitch, save the world, yada yada... all that idealistic bullshit. But in order to do it, I need to replace her. Wipe her existence clean off the slate of history and start fresh with someone just vaguely similar enough to her to fit the Kallisto shaped hole left in our cosmology. Guess what buttercup? The tendencies you've shown me my entire life make you the perfect candidate. How's it feel to be offered the job of replacing a goddess of misery and suffering?"