[ Penthos moves, the wisps of guilt and conscious moving around all of them now — feeding Persephone and Ate in turns, looking to further pervade Belial. They curl about Eden Ignacia's ankles like smoke but do not touch her — she's not to grieve, not yet and not now. She has had enough of that in the past; Penthos knows because he can smell it on her, can inhale her past suffering off her like life-granting air. He turns towards the archangel's minder and tells her: ]
Set this place alight, and your house'll suffer the worst. [ He warns her, albeit in a neutral and almost disinterested voice. The artefacts held here were of a different faith than what held the Grecians aloft and while faith as a whole would suffer greatly at their loss, Penthos knows that he and his house would survive the blast in ways the Judeo-Christians may not. He doesn't know how well Eden can harness her powers or if she had intentions to start swinging at any moment, but tarrying and time would be a benefit and so Penthos looks to buy them some by tempering the situation.
In the end, it will hopefully be time enough for the angels to arrive along with the Erinyes; time enough for answers. ] Speak, Belial. While you still can.
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Set this place alight, and your house'll suffer the worst. [ He warns her, albeit in a neutral and almost disinterested voice. The artefacts held here were of a different faith than what held the Grecians aloft and while faith as a whole would suffer greatly at their loss, Penthos knows that he and his house would survive the blast in ways the Judeo-Christians may not. He doesn't know how well Eden can harness her powers or if she had intentions to start swinging at any moment, but tarrying and time would be a benefit and so Penthos looks to buy them some by tempering the situation.
In the end, it will hopefully be time enough for the angels to arrive along with the Erinyes; time enough for answers. ] Speak, Belial. While you still can.