Flauros let out a rare sigh before he truthfully said, "Hard to ignore the existence of your creator, even if he did forsake his first children in favor of human idiots."
He quickly became quiet as he listened to Sal talk about the members of Asgard. "So nothing new about Raziel; doesn't surprise me that he doesn't get along with those two cheerful fuck heads. I bet Kain just went to the forest to slit his wrists and sing that infamous Linkin Park song."
"Ahh, so that's why she's a major bitch. Now I almost feel bad for not going over there sooner and pissing on some of her plants." He let out a chuckle. "Personal issues...those are always the ones that you have to really watch out for. Especially the ones who won't talk about it."
He leaned forward, placing his hands over his nose and mouth. Flauros knew damn well about these type of people. Back in his world all humans were born with a power; a power that would never manifest itself under normal circumstances, but for a select few it manifested after something traumatic had occurred in their lives. The more they tried to repress the trauma, the more intense their powers became.