Delta blinked as she returned to her Dungeon, the meeting of the siblings over, ending with the eclipse.“No wonder they don’t meet up casually! They’re walking disasters!” She waved her hands in the air.“Have fun?” came Mharia’s voice. Delta turned to scowl at her but paused. Mharia was still in the garden, but she was in some pyre built up of Jack’s smut books as the Kobold danced around her, torch in hand.“To Pip, almighty reader of trash. Take this vile wench into your arms,” Jack hollered, sounding tribalistic.“Jack... don’t start fires in the garden,” Delta said finally, causing him to stop.“She deserves this and far more,” he stated without any shame.“Maybe Pip doesn’t want Mharia? Aren’t you being rude by pushing her onto someone else?” Delta tried as she moved closer.“True… I know, I can leave her bound by Wyin!” he said and took off with Mharia in his hands.“Delta, I demand mercy!” Mharia screeched before she vanished through the door, followed by Jack’s mad cackle.Delta thought about what she did to Alpha.“Mercy will take 30-45 minutes depending on delivery time. Please be patient,” she said limply before smiling.

She might actually murder us all if you keep pushing her. Spite is a powerful motivator.