I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. It’s a bit intoxicating. And it portends to be that way for a time. Because I’ve yet to be throttled, even though my part in this sordid mess is over.
Ownership of my Death Angels has been temporarily transferred over to Special Agent Lopez. So. For the time being. They’ll be staying with her.
On planet. Between rides. I kick about and make myself useless. An apex predator, once more. Again that itch. To appease myself. It comes with the territory of being a demigod again.