Mocking laughter fell from his jaws, dripping from fangs like venom, infernal, chilling, horrific, like a nightmare brought to life. Unimpressed, unmoved by her words, the god simply mocked her, flinging them back as nothing but meaningless dust.
Whatever manipulative tricks she had sought to use on him would not work, her words would neither sting or enrage, nor would they inspire him to believe her self-imposed image of greatness. Far from the brute she had assumed him to be, Tanaka was himself calculating a cruel, a beast of strategy as much as strength, a demon who's greatest delight was the torment of the mind, the rending of the soul.
"Again your words mean nothing, perhaps if your mind worked as well as your tongue."
He had not bothered to turn, speaking over his shoulder without a glance, she was not worth the time or effort. Paws stepped forward, striding away from the child, demonic laughter echoing in every step. Irritating creature, she was as blind as she was foolish, unaware that the very gods she thought preserved her had been standing before her eyes, could have snuffed her life with but a thought had he so chosen. The life of a mortal was but a breath, insignificant, nothing by a passing speck of dust to the eternal.
