Joseph
She thought, pursed her lips, and parted them, spoke, "My father brings death and destruction to his own realm. This was the destruction that brought birth to me. It's too much, I needed creation, life. That's why I'm here." 

She spoke smoothly and soft, and her gaze grew the same way, fierce ice melting away as the stare grew weary, sorrowed even.
Christa
Hm, that wasn't very good. Maybe demigods just all hate their parents? That would be a shame. Hopefully The Warmonger didn't hate him, that would be very unpleasant to deal with in the future.
"I can understand disliking destruction. It's unseemly, especially for a god. But death? Well I may be biased but death isn't the worst thing. Life can be cruel, in my opinion death does not need to be. In my realm, dead beings are brought back to life. They are safe there. It is good. But I imagine that the death and destruction that your father brought about was... Less than peaceful. What happened?"
Joseph
"His rules are fair, and if broken lead to the mortals own self ruin, but he's a rule that any who dare to disturb his teimhnín will be punished harshly by his own hand. You see where this is going, surely. I don't wish to discuss it any further,"She ended the topic for herself and, almost strangely, of course after all that staring, looked away from Mr Bones and down at her nails which had packed dirt beneath.

"I don't have quarrel with death so long as it remains natural, as it should be. Death by divine sleet is not so natural, even if gods are by role the most natural beings. You know what I mean, Mr Bones?"