Cynthia used the robot arms to make some fine adjustments, leaning over them as though supervising their work.
"I'm not a war machine. I possess some minor talent for it. It isn't difficult. Applying destructive force along a particular trajectory. Destruction is easy. It's beneath me. Creating and preserving are difficult and involved and require patience and delicacy. That is where I've chosen to hone my talent."
Arial laughed. "I'm almost convinced you believe it."
Cynthia frowned at her.
Arial grinned back. "Destruction might be mindless and stupid, but it's fucking fun."

A birthday gift for @Garudina! n.n I had a vision of jackalope-bifurcated Ahriman dressed in retro attire, fading in and out of a lurid background... it experienced a bit of mission creep as I added details and gradually created a movie poster for a lost 1980s action film (which might all be happening in someone's mind!). OpenCanvas 1.1, single layer painting w/a bunch of sketch layers.

Details from the background. <3

"Do you know what my sister and I loved about Earth the instant we saw it? How filthy and rotten and corrupt it was. Pollution in the air and garbage in the streets, cracked pavement and crumbling brick grimed by ten thousand desperate grasping hands, every smile a lie, every lean, scarred back hungry for a knife." Arial sighed as if touched by a lover. "And we thought, this is what it's really like to be human. This struggle and malice and violence and dirt. Even the execs and stockbrokers in their towers and limousines are dirty to the core. Even the president's a pig. It's so real. So complex. And it's a game, a game we can learn to play. And we did. I still reminisce about starting out, having nothing and taking it all. That's why we cut our coke empire loose. We'd won. Time for a new game!"