Kafka exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples.
"Okay...fine. Even though I still don't understand how any of you can just accept this so easily, I'll take it. You've all apparently come to terms with me being a demigod, and Mom being, well...Mom."
Vanitas looked away quickly, pretending to adjust her hair, which only made Kafka raise an eyebrow, before looking at his family in confusion.
"But can someone now explain why you all suddenly have superpowers?" He gestured around helplessly. "Because I refuse to believe you were all hiding godly talents this entire time. Don't tell me you're secret demigods too, and your powers just conveniently awakened yesterday."
Camilla smirked, stepping forward with her arms folded. "Of course not, silly. We may look divine and have the appearances of angels..."
All the other Camillas flipped their hair in perfect synchronization.
"...but we're definitely not gods like you, Kafka."
Kafka's expression twisted. "Then how—"
