Who: Lust (redhots), Wrath (irascibility), Desmond (itsnotyouitsme) What: Certainly not a happy family reunion When: Thursday evening 11/12 Where: The happy couple's villa Warnings: Language; no doubt some violence, broken things and the occasional incomprehensible Wrath-speak
There was no shame in running.
It was something that echoed through Lust's mind as she tried to hurry along and pack some necessities so that they might leave before any trigger happy extortionists showed up on their doorstep. Of course she would have rather stayed if only to send each and every threat to it's own personal Hell for their audacity, but common sense dictated this was the smartest route. Even within her own family there was nowhere to turn, her entire pantheon had shut itself to her in some fashion or another, despite the fact that all of the others were watching, and the backlash was already being felt. But no matter the consequences, it was unlikely that Satan would recall his orders, and for now, that meant that every step she and Desmond would take, they would have to be glancing over their shoulders.
The just needed to get out before the first ones found their way to her home.