The Keres Love Torture. The Keres Love Pain. I Love Kicking Their Teeth In. The Goddess of Violent Death has shown up to the party, and she's doing what she does best: destroying shit. My team of grave diggers are having to run buckshot in an effort to rein her in. That's a tall order, especially when the Keres have the backing of the other lesser gods. Her boss, Perses, is doing whatever he can to get me to fight—specifically me—but I have no idea why. Someone's taking notes, though. Whatever. We either stop her or we watch the fabric of reality shred. That's the gig I was created for, and I'm damn good at it. If it were only me dealing with it, I'd be loving life, but now that I have a team to worry about, things are more confused. To be fair, if I didn't have a team, I'd lose this war so fast that the council gods would have to step in. Not even Perses wants that. At least not yet...