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He smirked arrogantly at at the red hair girl, he chuckled darkly slowly looking back down at the small godly girl with pastel hair. Mental glimpses filled his head with homicidal visions of murdering this little godling. He knew exactly who she was, she reeked of that bastard. He stank of his blood. The second most enraging person Vendettus wanted to kill with his bare hands. He felt the tingling to transform into his demonic god form and break her neck in his hand, but he kept a calm smiling face.

"I don't make meals. One of you make me up 3 fried eggs, lightly salted, heavily peppered, 2 slices of toast buttered on both sides, some milk and go find me a nice shiny apple, 'kay?" Vendettus said in a smooth and confident voice, like a king speaking informally with the help. He walked away from the kitchen slowly, looking back at the two girls as if it was an after thought and gave them a wink, like some 1960's business man to the secretary.