Baltyx is the God of Revenge, meanwhile you’re the Goddess of Triumph. For centuries Baltyx and you have been launching yourselves into wagers.

Forming in front of Baltyx, you glared at him as you crossed your arms.

“What’s wrong, little bird~?” A smug smirk curled on the corners of Baltyx’s lips as he wrapped his fingers around the oracle you lost in your last wager, twirling it just out of your reach.

He had cheated. You want your oracle back

“Angry, perhaps?” He mused.