Page 218 of The Gods Veiling
Whipitty, dropitty, drip.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
The angel’s blood never stopped.
The god touched what’s mine,
So I touch what’s his.
Whipitty, dropitty, drip.”
On my end note, I spin in a circle and throw the lamp on top of their roof. I clap and cheer as the glass shatters to pieces. The shards tumble down everywhere and the remaining oil slithers over the shingles.
I cover my mouth with my hands as I laugh, but the vile ignitor gets on my tongue and takes away the taste of Thayla’s blood I licked off my fingers.
I can’t have that.
I flip my arms around, looking for another spot where I’m wearing her red.
It’s so beautiful.
The perfect shade matches my skin tone.
It’s quite a challenge to get my mouth to reach the underside of my forearm, but no worries, I prevail.
“Now, where was I? Ah, yes, finishing touches.”
My melodies continue to play in my mind as I reach my hand in one of my waist bags for my signature powder. I wore two accessory bags and a backpack for this situation. You can never be overprepared.
My hands become black as I grab my little concoction and start sprinkling it everywhere. I dance and toss.
Dance and toss.
All the while my chaos weaves into the walls, breaking down any barrier they may have in place. Their essence can’t stop me and my tainted bastard child blood.
I’m not sure why the majority of gods look at us Plentifuls as nothing more than animal lovers and tree huggers. Our plants and minerals provide us with the most amazing things that can go boom.
Well, not me in particular. Just because it’s my Designation doesn’t mean I can do any sort of growing on command.
My dick can actually.
Anywhos…I know those who can grow the useful stuff, and they provide me with the best of the best.
Dust in a little chaos to those creations and we have ourselves a party.
I can’t help my pout when I reach in again and find my bag already empty.
I sigh. Even experts make mistakes sometimes.
Nonetheless, I push on.
The steps that lead up to the porch they have are a cute touch to their home. From my other bag, I pull out adorable vials to decorate them with. They each glow different colors and when they blow up, they’re going to make the fire different colors.
It’s going to be gorgeous.
Just like my little burden is.
The nonstop thoughts of her make my eye twitch and my melody becomes daunting. I viciously shake my head and plaster my smile back on my face as I walk up to the door and knock.
