I was bent over with my hands braced on my knees, absolutely losing it.
Laughing.
Like, full-body shaking, stomach-cramping, lungs-wheezing laughing.
Tears clung to the corners of my eyes.
My ribs hurt.
My soul hurt.
It was beautiful.
Because right next to me, Kent was sprawled on the ground like someone had unplugged him from reality.
He kept scooting backwards one pathetic shuffle at a time.
His palms scrambled against the forest floor like a newborn deer trying to moonwalk.
And towering over him was the source of all this divine entertainment:
Lillith.
Purple hair.
Violet eyes blazing with righteous fury.
Bow in hand.
Pointing at Kent as if he had personally offended her ancestors.
"You...You attacked me!" she screamed, voice echoing through the trees like a divine accusation.
Kent squeaked.
Actually squeaked.
Like a chew toy stepped on by God.
"I-I didn't. You shot first!"
Lillith's eyes snapped to him.
Sharp.
Glowing.
Terrifying.
Kent froze mid-word.
