Who're you sacrificing to? lmao

"Don't worry, he'll accept it alright," Lillie said, picking her teeth with the tip of her pugio. "It's actually caring about you he can't do."

The young daughter of Mars had started a habit of walking to Temple Hill every morning with the simple goal of brandishing a flamboyant middle finger to her father's statue. It was part of her self-care routine, along with morning stretches and sun salutations. (That last bit's a lie, she doesn't have enough patience to do yoga).
But there was something oddly peaceful in flipping off one of the most dangerous and revered deities of Olympus. It was like tempting fate. Every time, she couldn't help but wonder if she was going to be reduced to ashes. If this time was the last time Mars tolerated her offenses. And every time, she reached the same conclusion: she would by far prefer to be killed on the spot than to suffer the excruciating ordeal of being even minimally polite to her godly father.

"Only to my dad," Lillie said. "I do it every day."

She strolled into the temple, leaving muddy footprints on the pristine marble floor. There was a stark contrast between the two of them. The girl next to the brazier was controlled, put-together. Not one bleached hair out of line. Flawless camouflage outfit. She had an aura of menacing calm, like she could f*ck you up without ever breaking her zen attitude. Lillie on the other hand was messy and angry and unapologetic about it. She had a, @ss out no pants approach to life. It was a miracle she hadn't been turned into ashes yet.