" Whoa.” Limos stepped into the middle of them all, arms outstretched. “This is a party. You know, to celebrate life. Stop with the doom and gloom. Why does this happen every time we’re together.”
“My name is Death,” Than said drolly.
“Mine is War,” Ares reminded her.
Reseph raised his plastic floofing cup. “Pestilence.”
“So, Famine,” Ares said pointedly, “what was your question again? "

― Larissa Ione , Dining with Angels: Bits & Bites from the Demonica Universe(Demonica Underworld #7; Demonica #17.5)