I used my keyblade to start the Yugo - Jesus still insisted I drive even though he was the age he was Crucified. The engine rumbled, and under the cosmos spooling out on the celestial highway, Naamah and Cain and Tubal-Cain waved goodbye as we drove off, behind Odin's motorcycle Wild Hunt gang leaving Siduri's diner.
Odin honked.
Loki made sure to cut me off.
"Fucking Norse gods," I sighed. "Save their life, and they make you eat dirt on the highway."
I revved up the Yugo engine - a scary thing to contemplate in the worst car the world had ever produced, and souped up by Christ at that, so maybe it wouldn't fall apart? and cut off Loki in return.
"Hey Irish girl! Red as the rose, by the river Shannon!" Loki hooted, then engaged in road racing with me.
"Take it easy on her, my friend!" Jesus called, swilling a bottle of wine in his hand that had been water from Naamah's cabinet. "She is not half as merciful as me, and now, she has the Mark. Beware bearers of the Mark of Cain!"
