"Really? If she had died, or had her soul crushed, my son here would have felt it." She said. She knew the demon was lying. It didn't surprise her. "And, as for Xerordir, he's currently burning in Hell" she said, with a matter-of-fact tone. Jy'aad nodded in confirmation. He'd seen the poor sod literally walk into Hell.
"Now, Jy'aad, why did you let this demon, this lowlife, get to you?" She said, turning to her son now. Jy'aad was surprised by the question, and only stuttered in response. The goddess extended her hand, motioned for her son to hand over something.
"Hand them over, Jy'aad."
"But, Mom, I-"
"Ah! None of that sass, young man!" She said, cutting him off. He wasn't really a boy anymore, but it was appropriate, as he was still fairly young. With reluctance, Jy'aad handed over his scythes, with an embarrassed look on his face. Luckily, his hood didn't let the demon prince see it.
"You'll get these back when you visit me this winter. Now, Kirnardaz," she said, turning to the demon prince. As she did, she banished the scythes back to the armory in the underworld...