"Technically, yes, but I am afraid that it might be... my fault, sweet lady." [i]Astra almost nervously coughed, so uncharacteristically on edge so suddenly. Normally, she was all self-assured and practically shone with confidence, but now... Regardless, she continued her little ministrations, holding Irina close and just gently scratching at her scalp, those glorious wings slowly unfurling, gently wrapping around the Vileblood to encase her in warmth and softness.[/i] "Uhm, you see, worlds have cycles. Every realm does, and they all eventually end. When a cycle ends, another starts anew, again, and again, infinitely so. The place where I originated from is currently in its second cycle, and has been for several million years, but... the humans, they worship me as a protective deity -- the only deity, in fact. I always... liked humans - your kind is cute, to be frank - so I got involved with them, guiding this cycle along how I saw best, but... the genuine deities fail to approve; they're jealous critters and have only grown spiteful towards me. They cannot even dream to snuff me, but the people I care for, such as you... In short, it might just be the gods trying to satisfy their own jealousy and envy." [i]Angel mama pissed off some gods and the gods decided to strike for the things she loved. Her lovely smile turned into a scowl, and Irina, close as she watch, could just hear the barest mutter of "should have killed them in their cribs" leaving the lady's lips. She pushed a quiet sigh past her lips, head slowly shaking as an apologetic look crossed her sweet visage, the pink of her irises shifting into an equally as apologetic blue.[/i] "Sorry to drag you into my affairs."