“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.”-Baltasar Gracian, The Art of Worldly Wisdom.
Third Person POV:
“What the f**k just happened”, I yelled to Xavior in my head.
“I do not f*****g know. This was your plan. I did my job; I gave you strength and the ability to walk in the sun”, Xavior.
“ All I wanted was the Queen and her damn baby. I lost a lot of men!”, I yelled.
“Vincent calms the f**k down. And see the bigger picture”, he says.
“And what is that?”, I said, annoyed as f**k.
“There was a white wolf who is currently carrying a demi pup God, and the two others are blessed by the Goddess”, he said.
“And how am I going to get to those pups? And why did that demon my w***e ex married look like you? I asked, pissed off he is hiding something.
