Looking at my older brother was like going back to our childhood. Not entirely that pleasant, what with our mother burning herself on a stake after she gave birth to two baby monsters and our father attempting to follow her to hell au heaven au whatever. His eyes were always astonishing to me. I had shiny violet cat eyes whereas he has, neon yellow. He studies me and says; ‘You haven’t changed’
‘Well of course I haven’t wewe drongo, It’s only been 150 years since I last saw you!’ I exclaim as he laughs; then seeing a bunch of Nephilllim and a mundane come through he slaps his forehead...

Swathed in a gorgeous zumaridi, zamaradi green dress, silver glitter on my body and hair with giant black spike wedges and a long dagger underneath my vintage ukanda and rap on the thick wooden door where all the noise is coming from. Wanyonya damu are behind me and they've already guessed what I am and are attempting to flirt with me, they are such primadonnas. 'Hey pretty thing' one whispered in my ear, 'what wewe got in the bag?' Oh, I get it now, my handbag laced around my wrist with electrum wire. 'Holy water' I say back quickly and they just laugh. Well great,now i'm the laughing stock of the streets. When...