“Isn’t it exquisite?” His voice is eternally calm, a bit sadistic, and lacks a sliver of emotion. “What have you done?” I whisper in a quivering voice. “Me? I didn’t do anything aside from maybe selling inside intel about the Heathens’ compound to the Serpents and suggesting they start fireworks. Didn’t think they’d listen, but they’re vicious creatures, and their type loves surprise attacks. If they eat each other, guess who comes out on top?”
Shut the actual fuck up rn
