Who: Eris, Anubis, and Ra What: Starting fires When: Monday morning, first thing Where: Just outside Marijuana's territory
One would think that mornings, what with all their light and activity and birds chirping and whatnot, would be a very pleasant, peaceful time, humming with energy and yet focused on the task at hand. Well, Eris was focused, but not on anything that anyone in their right mind would have called pleasant.
"If you so much as touch a leaf of that awful stuff again-" Eris lectured, "I will get rid of the whole damn lot of you, and I won't feel bad about it, pretties, not a bit." She stomped her right food down, electing a strangled yelp from the teenager who was attempting to crawl away from the madwoman who had rooted him and his friends from their residence between who housing units. The terror had come in the wee hours of the morning, yanking the five bedraggled runaways out of their safehouse, slitting the neck of the eldist, and doing all manner of unspeakable things to the rest. Very little need more be said, other than the blood of one of the young men had painted both sides of the alley where Eris conducted her slaughter a brilliant bright ned that was slowly darkening to brown, freezing in the chill air.
The youngest of the runaways was shivering, clutching his hands to his chest, pressing his back against the wall as hard as he could, as if he might somehow melt away into the bricks if he willed it hard enough. He whimpered when Eris began to stalk towards him, and was shaking violently by the time she'd reached him. The goddess knelt beside him, and began to busily wipe the blood from a small skinny knife that she held in her right hand on his jeans.
"Calm down, pet, you're alright, I won't kill you." She cooed, drumming her fingers on his leg. "You'll do a job for me, y'see, and you'll do it well and you'll do it right or I'll find you and dice you up like your friends, see?" The boy swallowed hard and nodded. "Good boy. Now, you'll go off and tell all your little living friends that Ra did this, y'see. You tell the angry ones, pet. The ones who will bust up the old shops that still sell the trinkets of the egyptians. You've got to get rid of him, love, get rid of Ra, and anyone associated with him." The boy was standing at her, but when she prompted him to tell her that he understood, he swallowed hard, and nodded.
"That's a good boy." Eris said. She left the knife in the boy's lap, and then stood, brushing the blood off of the front of her jeans. "You see that you do."