“You,” Guile spat as he surveyed the black animal that glared up at him. “How did you find her?” He glanced over at me and gave me a smile.
Angel tilted his head and smirked. “I don’t have to answer to peons like you, Gluttony.”
“Gluttony?” I frowned. “His name is Gulliver, or well Guile to his friends but not gluttony, he's not even fat."
Angel rolled his eyes at me. “Maybe not, but his fallen angel status is gluttony he’s one of the seven sins, oh and it’s your destiny to fight these guys, all of them."
“What?” I demanded as I stared at this strange creature. “You’re speaking nonsense! What do you mean the seven sins and my destiny? I’m just a genie I can’t fight, and I'm not fighting them!"
“And you,” Angel glanced over at Odin with a scowl. “I appreciate the whole being a meat shi
