“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.”
“Rhetorical
question.”
“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.
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