She felt the wards, the blessings.
Her subordinates whispered how they'd been dispatched, so she was ready....
except for what all had warned of.
She arrived in her usual fashion, bleeding from the walls.
"Would you start a War in Hell? Your Father..."
"You ain't up on current events, lady," he growled. He thumbed a round into a chamber, spun the cylinder. "He ain't my father. Never again."
He levelled the gigantic pistol at her head. "You're not taking the President, either."