Pomegranate stood before her mirror, pondering what to do with Agar Agar cookie. Her mission was to simply get her to take down the gods but now? She didn’t expect to have to keep her. Dark enchantress cookie had asked pomegranate to take care of the little cookie for the time being. “As my favourite disciple I trust in you-“ blah blah blah. The child was already calling her little names like “mama” and she was running out of excuses to dump her elsewhere.

Pomegranate felt a pare of little hands tug at her robes.

“Mama? Hungry again-“

The distinct voice of agar agar from behind her. That light, annoying voice was hard to miss.

“Yes, dear child?”

She forced a sweet tone, this child wouldn’t get her full attention but she’ll probably take it soon enough.