Re: Dealing With Ninkasi
Nergal had a very strong suspicion that Ninkasi has not sent him the photo of her kissing a Greek boy with a caption that someone had his or her hand down the other person’s pants. Ninkasi would never be so crude and she would never share her personal life with him. With Ereshkigal, yes. With him, no. And, honestly, he was fine with that. Otherwise, he would have times like this when he was going to have to step in and have a talk to her about Greeks and their value in the world.
He was looking for the bar Ninkasi was at (it was almost always a bar with that one), when he was distracted by the delightful feeling of violence. The feeling was coming from the next bar he was going to check. Now he had an excuse to stop in and see who was killing whom. There was a lot of death in there.
Of course, that’s where he found her. Ancient blades out, not caring if she hit the mortals or the divine. Blood and bodies decorated the floors and walls. This was going to be a problem. She was often hard to reason with in these situations. He could think of a time or two when it would have been nice if she had acted like this. No matter. This was probably not the right time or place for this.
He was very curious as to what set her off. It might be something he could use at a later date should he need her. Again.
“Ninkasi,” he shouted at the same time his father started telling her to stand down. No one defied Enlil, not even the war god. It was possible that the girl was too far gone in her rage and darkness that she actually would ignore his order. Nergal would love to see that. Again, not the time or place. Nergal moved to stand next to Enlil so his father and his cousin would know he was there.