Freya was standing at the door to the room, looking around it in shock.
The room was completely destroyed.
'Why the hell did they have to fight in my office for fuck's sake???' Freya asked herself more than once. A few of her attendants had come over when she called after the horsemen left, intending on helping her clean up. Once benefit to being in charge was that you could always use other people to do the jobs you didn't want to do.
But this was beyond what she had expected.
This was a nightmare.
The worst part was the strange smell that permeated the room.
Even the girls she had brought over from the cleaning staff couldn't help but stand there, shocked and wide eyed.
"Uhh... Mistress?" One of them finally asked.
