“Have I ever failed?” Del replied, her voice was tired again as she felt some of the heat in her blood ebb.
“Yes,” Ahadiel replied. “You have, and on more than one occasion.”
“Such questions do not make sense to me. You have failed, otherwise why approach the subject?”
“Go to Hell.”
Ahadiel smiled, broadly, with perfect, brilliantly white teeth, the color they try to make them in toothpaste commercials.
“You asked,” his voice trailed off and his face seemed to light up with his smile. “Where is young Marrin?”
But it was not the same for Ahadiel.
To him, who had seen the First Light of the Creation, all things that did not date within a millennium of the Beginning were “young”. He counted his age in eons, epochs.
“I sent him out for milk,” Del replied, and let the sarcasm show plainly in her voice.