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Corallium, had not missed the challenging gaze in her direction from Revan Thanatos as he decided to take the lead of the meeting from her. Men! None of them could handle when a woman was in control, be they mortals or the Gods themselves. Revan, for now, would be dealt with later at Corallium's own pleasure.

She filed her nails in boredom as she listened to them all prattle on about Orc's and Arabella's temple. It seemed quite simple to her. Why were they only targeting Lady Love's Temples?

Of course, she called them all idiots but she couldn't truly believe they were all that unintelligible to just jump to shedding blood without questioning why this was happening. For the Moderators sake! Not even creatures as stupid as Orc's did things for no real reason at all!

“I have to agree with the Triumvirate to a certain degree.” Coral spoke, yet she did not look up from the task of shaping her nails. “Orc's will be Orc's. And before you raise your armies Athena dearest and begin your senseless slaughter, I think you are forgetting to actually address the issue at hand.”

She stopped to examine her work on her fingernails and then finally looked up to her audience.

“Pray tell, why are the Orc's solely targeting Lady Love here's temples? Though they are being's of chaos, they do have some sense. It seems to me they have an issue with dear Lady Love.” Coral turned her head to face the Goddess in question “Why Arabella, you're suppose to be all about the Love, it's not fair that it only be bestowed to a select few of your choosing, mainly your little Elves.” Corallium scoffed “I mean to think if the rest of us were to be so selfish and choose favorites, how would Lorgaine ever run?”

Smiling sweetly, she went back to doing her nails.

“I believe the issue is one that Lady Love must address herself.” Corallium said in a no nonsense voice. “Obviously the Orc's are trying to get her attention. Either she is blind or just refuses through her own ignorance to even give them an audience. The matter is not of letting a few murders pass, the matter is getting to the core of the issue, which is only in Arabella's hands if she so wishes to deal with it.”

The nail file disintegrated in Coral's fingers as she peered up again and leaned slightly in Arabella's direction. Her pure golden braceletted hand sliding across the table close to where Arabella's hand lay stopping a mere few inches away.

“Of course, I could always make things easier and see what it is they want from you.” Corallium teased darkly, knowing any second now Arabella would understand what she meant and pull her hand away as if it was in the middle of a burning fire.

Who said that the Gods weren't fun . . .