The word was almost unintelligible, and the black veins underneath Atia's flesh pulsed as her fury mounted. Yipping terriers, all of them. Rhiannon, Elfleda, all of them. Had she not served? Was this not her hour? This was...this was hers.
"And fuck Leviathan!"
Maddened beyond even her limits, the redhead shouldered past her sister and raised the knife, fully intending to end this charade. But a hot wind pealed in across the foul-smelling substance of the lake, prickling the hairs on the back of the neck, and she, like her hound before her, realized her mistake too late. The breeze grew hotter, making the shit-smell worse, and Atia opened her mouth to offer verbal penance.
"Husband...Husband, forgive me. Forgive your Atia! Forgive--"
And then she was gone, vanished to a place where even the worst demons trembled to speak of, at Leviathan's possibly cloven feet. To atone and repent, after a fashion, until such time as she had re-learned her place. Even God upside down disliked impertinence.