Linda opened her eyes slowly, her vision still blurred from sleep. The first thing she could make out was the massive figure of a man sitting nearby in a bathrobe, his wet white hair cascading down the sides of his body as he calmly read a newspaper. It took several moments for her vision to clear completely, allowing her to recognize Damian.
He was sipping coffee with one hand while holding the newspaper with the other, seemingly far too comfortable for someone who had spent the previous day killing a God. Rin, Biron and Abel were perched around him, with Rin and Biron sitting on his shoulders while Abel rested on his head, all three staring at the newspaper with varying degrees of interest.
"I can't believe Belials right hand man from the Ooni died in the dark continent! Fuck." Rin blurted out in shock.
"Shouldn't we be happy that they lost their access to their God vein mines?" Biron asked, his expression far less concerned than Rin's.
