The Harpy Life

“No Russia, no murder sprees, and certainly no blood baths,” I refused and bit into the Boston bun I had swiped from the nearest vendor. I wasn't completely against unlawful actions. “Just because the Lord wanted us to be a little more malevolent than usual doesn't mean that we should.”

That was the plan, before a run-in with angels and their hidden blood-lusts brought out the Inner-Harpy to play. It also means that Lord Pluto's son makes a special visit too.

One-shot:)