Oct 15, 2009 00:21
Hera, are you alright? I went to the apartment--if you can call it that, but you were not there. I assume you managed to find safe haven, away from the fire. At least have the decency to call, so I know you haven't been harmed.
We'll be staying at a hotel for the time being. I've left a message for one of your subordinates with the address and room number.
As for the arsonist... when I find you, I'll barbeque you slowly, starting with the little toes.
Persephone, consider yourself disowned. I've grown tired of these games; your mother's not even worth the trouble. From this point on I don't want to speak to or even see you. Ask Uncle Posey to adopt you, seeing as he's been so generous lately.