"So, are you ready to speak?"
Cael sat on the counter next to the stove, watching the literal embodiment of war eat eggs and ham that he'd prepared. She had materialized in his kitchen, nearly killed him, and was now working through breakfast like a houseguest.
He knew who she was, vaguely. From the novel. One of Beelzebub's generals. The difference was that War appeared late in the original story, only after Kevin had reached his peak.
She'd been defeated offscreen, along with the rest of Beelzebub's generals.
Which meant Cael had nothing useful to work with.
"Maybe after a cup of coffee?" War cooed, resting her chin on her hands. She was acting less like death incarnate and more like any other woman who had seen Cael and decided to linger.
"Can't do that. Our beans are special. Evelina will kill me if I brew one for a stranger."
"Oh? Are you really not afraid of me?"
