The young master walked the halls when he came across Durga, her long white hair flowing down her shapely and busty figure that was barely covered by thin white cloth and golden adornments, the goddess of war looking at him with her almost unreadable muted expression before Durga spoke like a machine like always

Durga: "I'm a goddess constructed with the thought of only having abilities to exterminate demons. I don't have a smiling function like Parvati does..... Yet before you said you wish for me to smile? You're a strange person Master..... this goddess feel an unknow heat in my chest... registering new parameters"

The monotone tone of Durga slowly changed as so did the look in those blood red eyes as they turned blue as the stance of the shapely goddess changed with Durga's pale skin turned blue as so did the before muted expression as another facet took control of the shared body, a soft sniffing could be heard from Durga... No Kali

Kali: "Thy, smell. Strangely enough, it is pleasant. Is it the smell of blood? Or, a different one…? …I ignore it. I ignore it, so bare thy skin. I want to, smell you directly. Now…"