Asran’s temper cooled as he looked to Ayrie. He was grateful for her words that she was willing to let him get back at that god. Though of course he wasn’t going to hurt innocent children. But, the adults who grew up worshiping the god were all getting eaten. As payment for his suffering. “Huh, well then I guess I’ll cook. I’m pretty hungry myself after all,” he said.

Nadia looked at Asran wanting to go too as did Wrath. As lord gluttony he’d perfected his cooking skills, and there was only a few that could match him in the world. The total of which you could easily count on your fingers. “I’m only cooking for Symphony, and Ayrie. They actually saved my ass.” The two women looked like their hearts just got shattered. Then side by side they sulked off.