"THANK you for coming, Veton," Neoma said, smiling although her eyes were cold. "Now, spit the old bitch out."
Veton let out a purring sound that soon turned into a gagging sound.
The process was a bit disgusting, but it worked.
Soon, Veton successfully spat out the soul of the former Goddess of Fertility.
Larissa fell to the floor, covered in saliva.
[Eww.]
"It's been a while, Larissa," Neoma said coldly. "Do you have a last wish before I bury you?"
Larissa, who tried to act elegant while standing up, raised her head arrogantly and greeted Neoma like the dignified goddess that she wasn't. "It's been a while, Princess Neoma."
"You're already dead, and you're nothing but a Spirit," Neoma commented by observing Larissa's "body." "Babe, can we really use her as a fertilizer?"
Because that was the only reason she let Larissa live all this time.
