On the relatively short list of potential excuses for why Asherah couldn't get the Ophanim to listen to her, none had anticipated Asherah to give the one that she gave.
And everyone's faces showed it.
Hera pointed a trembling finger at Asherah.
"Y-Y-Y-You are an eldritch horror too..?"
"What? No!" She recoiled. "Where would you get that from!?"
"You basically just said you were!"
"I absolutely did not!"
Everyone else in the room also felt like that was what she had said.
Asherah let out a huff and she started reaching for her robe.
As she undid the clasp keeping it closed, Satan immediately recoiled.
"Yuck. Keep the flapjakes in the pan, Granny."
Crash!
Asherah flicked her finger, and the demon lord flew through the ceiling like an orange rocket.
No one batted an eye at this, nor did they think it was too harsh a treatment.
Asherah undid her robe just enough for her upper chest to be visible.
What happened next was completely unexpected.
