"So how do you plan on uniting us if you are just going to play judge, jury and executioner?" Verde asked, irritated by the mess Zander caused to their luxurious meeting room.
"I am no judge or jury, and I don't want to be an executioner but a soul of pure evil should not lead an entire race." He spoke overly formally and god-like.
"Zander, I know you had good intentions but we do have a system on Earth where we must have evidence and proof before condemning someone." Fleur said kindly, to the surprise of the god.
'Why does her voice always sound so sincere and flirtatious when she talks to me? She is a white soul, something ultra rare on Earth right now but leads her faeries into war?'
"How do you plan on helping if we can't get along collectively?" Alistair added, slamming his fist on the table in anger.
"That is for you to figure out. I am just here to help you do so," Zander said formally.
"Well what's your purpose?" Jessica asked.
