Enlil stared at his phone, the ridiculous smartphone his family insisted he keep, and could not for the endless life of him understand why his niece was sending him such appalling text messages. She was of Enki's get, but even still -both his brother and his massive swath of offspring were of more tact than this when corresponding with him. It required investigating. Sending Nusku off to look into it, the information returned from his messenger was not pleasing. It seemed his niece was about to level a building and some Greek had taken usage of her phone.
Hrmpf. This needed supervision at the very least. Probably more investigating. Too many underestimated his nieces and nephews since they were not of the most violent variety and focused more on food and beverage arts, but too many forgot how easy plagues of drought, pestilence, starvation... could end a people. How fast. How cruely. The turning of the mortal gut can kill in a more painful manner than a blade, Enlil knew. Too quick these young gods forgot this. His brother and his brood were slow to anger, so this warranted looking into.
A long fuse attached to the biggest bomb. He heard that turn of phrase somewhere. Where? That infernal Greek woman that kept giving him baked goods, most likely. Not that he stopped eating those.
What he found, upon arriving, was a bizarre mixture of chaos and order. Only because he knew what he was looking for. His niece, radiating liquid rage, tainting everything she could -as she had for each annihilation he could remember; that childish Kemetic orphan Aset took pity on... apparently the target of Ninkasi's rage.. probably well earned, an odd number of Nords... strange. That... Greek boy his niece was so fond of and likely cost them the war but his wife always gave him that look that said he shouldn't bring it up. Dionysos... that explained the text and... it didn't matter anymore.
Enlil just sighed and crossed his arms. He was just going to keep an eye on it. He could stop it, if he felt he needed to.