@blubberbags -- HOW DARE YOU?
Why was she not surprised?
Then again who was she to surmise her sisters behaviors in an alternative reality? Her fingers may have plucked the strings, her voice may call to the fabric of reality itself; twisting and gnarling it to fit her needs -- though she was but a sculptor, no creator. At least, not a creator of life so much as destruction. “ Is this what you do all day? Sitting around on your big, wrinkled ass pigging out on food? ” Each insult laced with daggers hoping to pierce and pinch her sister into compliance; she was never one for love nor coddling ( Mikhail would attest ). But it was very clear to those being forced to witness this exchange in silence, growing stiffly hostile to Zero, for she stood before them all and called upon their lady a shrew when all she had done was gift them pleasure and food. In contrast all the black Intoner had done was bring about misery, death and suffering, though few whispered there would always be a hateful god following on the heels of the beloved ones.
Unmoved by the silent glares around the room, Zero boldly used one of the dining chairs to step upon the table, kicking aside plates, cups and drinks along her march for her youngest sister’s throne. Her stride may have been aggressive but it was calculated like a wildcat; elegantly stepping here and there to avoid unnecessarily ruining her heels, finally standing before the golden deity herself, extending sword in mockery; as if she were going to strike the other down. “ If all you’re going to do is fuck around down here in the Seas, then I’ll take this place off your hands and put it to good use~ I always wanted to rob ships en masse. ”
Doesn’t sound like her own business ventures would be profitable.