The Goddess Of Cunning And Mockery

As her duties were done, Athenia blinked her eyes open and found herself back inside Nerva's mind. But instead of relief from her mind being back inside the prison, she felt a bitter scorn taking over her contour.

"How long has it been, sister?" Chimed the young man standing in front. As dazzling as Luna's rays, he smiled then smirked, and even dusted his radiant coat as if just being inside that place had tainted his body. 

"How do you even stay in this dump?" he asked, adjusting his bright red tie.

Staring at Athenia with his luminous silver eyes, he waited for a response as he combed his bangs to the side. But to his surprise, the goddess of mockery wasn't easy to anger, at least not when she had a chance to shatter the ego of her rivals.