Qeya River devil trigger

Phoebe proved out to be something, alright. Wielding a childish temper like a sledgehammer, any injustice in Phoebe’s household was dealt with, hell be the innocents.

Kill them all and let god sort them out, yada yada.

This fine, blustery morning, she’d discovered something new. That being that she had eyes, she could see, and she could absolutely, without a doubt, smell food but she couldn’t goddamn find it.

So, the first thing she did was swing a wide mouth to try and gobble whatever was around her, be it sibling, moms, or the dirt beneath her. It was going into her mouth.