No one would protect me. Not like they had in Hell, or from Samael, or... from anyone. Couldn't expect any better from Yeshua the trickster, who I had never trusted since I read in first grade that he cursed a fig tree and drove demonic pigs into the raging sea. In truth, my passenger and Yugo collector was... kind of a roaming delinquent. And Cain was the original delinquent. So I was tasked with two children, in essence, when I was the youngest one in the room.
Some changes had to be made.
"Stop with the pedantry, Cain, and more pleasantries," I sighed. "Ghent Altarpiece. Why is that familiar."
"Because you love art, Shana," Yeshua practically crooned.
"Ah... van Eyck. Belgium? Belgian waffles?"
"Fancy some after dinner?" Yeshua asked, clearly delighted by the prospect of Belgian waffles.
Cain laughed slightly.
