"Oh, of course... of course it was her," said the goddess, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Her tone was no longer threatening - it was pure weariness. "That wretch is always pulling strings behind our backs. Always ordering people to blow up walls or break into shrines... as if I didn't have an eternity of more important tasks!"
She ran her fingers through her shiny white hair, trying to contain the annoyance that throbbed in her temples. She sighed, like someone who already knew the day was lost.
Vergil, still dusty in his overcoat, snorted. "Technically, it was you who broke the wall, throwing me with all that delicacy..." He stopped.
A shiver ran down his spine like a thread of ice being pulled from the base of his neck to his stomach.
Aphrodite was still smiling, eyes closed, as if savoring the moment.
