The god of my world claims free will, but they are truly aloof and out of touch, allowing their angels and the demons to war over humanity.

But she tipped her head, curling back her lips in a wolfy grin.

If I were looking for a fight, you wouldn't be much of one. It was teasing, filled with amusement, but also a pride that would likely be difficult to damage.

Do you often get into such trouble?