Aria looked utterly bewildered as she watched the Celestial and the Demon God squabble while nestled in my arms. I could understand her confusion; even if she could feel their divine energy, it must have been hard to reconcile that these were indeed the gods she had once slain. Now, not only had they changed their appearances, but they also engaged in a casual and very undivine conversation, all while comfortably leaning on me.

It probably seemed odd to her that they were so at ease being held by me—especially since they’d been the ones who came over and practically …