Chapter 92: The Goddess Learns to Restrain Her Claws
A week slipped by, not in ceremony or significance, but in the kind of lazy bliss that felt almost unearned after months of chaos, killing, and cosmic weirdness. I was stationed firmly on the couch — throne of the domesticated warlord — sandwiched between Onyx, whose legs were coiled around me like a smug python, and Kimchi, who had somehow turned lounging into an artform of seduction.
We were watching garbage. Absolute psychotronic sludge from the entertainment void — think reality dating shows made by a race of genetically perfect sadists. But honestly? It was great. I'd fought interstellar beasts and stared down gods, but nothing beat the dopamine of judging dumbass contestants while two women who could dismember a tank curled up beside me like content jungle cats.
