Perhaps Matthew was hoping things would have changed, but that would surely not be the case with an Underworld demon like Helena. Their kind thrived on sowing chaos and destruction without regard for much else and to someone like Matthew, that was what was short-sighted.
"If it was your spiel about time, I simply thought you were reminding me for the umpteenth time about how old you are. And not particularly in a positive way."
Helena giggled. What a poor excuse for an insult. Like calling a queen a whore for how many dumb, crown-wearing men she'd outlived. "Oh, how catty of you, Matthew."
She sighed. Did she have to spell everything out for this one? "But no. I was reminding you that something big is brewing and about to spill over. I can't tell exactly when it'll be, as I haven't had a hand in it."
She chuckled. "Which is a claim that... I suppose will fall on deaf ears, considering how you only ever seem to think the worst of me. That being said, I hope you do trust my judgment in these matters. As you might know, it's something of my expertise."
"Consider this a reminder of that warning, and me urging you to prepare. As a fellow elder and as..."
Helena pursed her lips and paused, as if the next words had to painfully dragged out of her. "Your friend. If you'll have me. Which I'm quite well aware you won't. But still."

















