Page 54 of The Goddess is Angry
“I’m your boss! I’ll have your jobs if you don’t put their hair back and heal me at once!”
“Girl, I don’t know whose shrieking is worse—your’s or your kid’s. Again, no,” Loki said. “See, I’m a Trickster. I like to know the lay of the land when I’m going somewhere new. You know, memorize the rule book and find out who’s in charge. See, I didn’t break a single rule. And there’s not a rule forcing us to heal you from your kid’s fuckery. You can’t control a god, sweetness. Only my wife and husband get to do that. You also don’t have the ability to fire us. That’s the board, cupcake, and right now, they are salivating about being the only magical university in this realm in history to have not one, but three gods educating students. Go sit with your kid and a comb or I’ll fuck your hair up next.”
“This isn’t over!” she yelled, turning to leave our classroom.
“Oh, the issue is closed,” Azren said. “And consider the gods at the Academy of the Profane officially fed up. Control your offspring and learn some respect because we’ve had millennia to figure out how to use our magic without permanently damaging mortals.”
“Toodles, bitches,” Loki said, blowing a kiss at their back.
Most of the class started clapping because they were tired of Kaylee running rampant and Headmaster Krauss abusing her position. They hadn’t just done that to me. There was one particular student who bore the brunt of that, too, and pixies never forgot.
I saw Dexter tap the screen on his phone, then slip it into his bag. I was pretty sure Dexter was going to capture and post it every time those two ended up humiliated.
Lindsay Krauss was eventually going to fuck up so badly, the board got rid of her. And that little pixie boy she and her daughter tormented was going to get the whole thing on video and make sure everyone saw it.
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There were several things I’d come to count on at the Academy of the Profane. One thing had become pretty constant. If you fucked with Dexter, you didn’t need to worry about his angel boyfriend. Dexter and his phone were deadly weapons. Everyone already knew what happened in history by the time class ended because Dexter had managed to film it, upload it, and tag the whole school and most of the board before Azren and Loki could even notice his phone was out.
Azren was older than the universe and George was an eighteen-year-old witch. I hadn’t been around them together much outside a crime scene, but I kind of got the two of them together. Azren wasn’t the biggest god I’d met, and they didn’t strike me as the type to use their fists to be scary, but Azren was the god the other gods feared.
Drake filled us in on all that. He said back on Azren’s realm, there was a lead-lined bunker only Azren knew the location to that was full of essences. Every group had a concept for those. Some humans called them souls. Some of them even knew what we did—that a cosmic process happened where essences were reborn in a new body with no memories of their previous life.
Drake told us some essences were evil every time they were born and taking people before their time. Azren reaped them, but instead of carrying them to the Aether, they put them in these special jars like a boss. And they’d done that to gods, too. Azren could rip the essence from a misbehaving god and put them in time out.
George and Azren had one thing in common. Azren’s power gave them a leg up among the gods. George was a freshman, but she gave off the most power in the whole school. The Krauss women were being terrible to them and they were mostly treating them like annoying flies.
Azren finally snapped. Eventually, George would, too. Because something told me, they might not respect the gods, but they knew they couldn’t fight them. They were going to be mad about this and instead of learning from it, they were going to take it out on George.
We were in the dining hall for lunch. Some of the faculty brought their lunch from home and ate in their office, but plenty of them ate in the dining hall with us. George’s dad and Azren usually ate together with our potions and Arcane Magic professors. Headmaster Krauss never ate in the dining hall. Sometimes, she was here to make announcements, but she never ate.
Headmaster Krauss had a plate this time and her hat and veil couldn’t hide that she was staring right at George. I didn’t like it. She was up to something. The dining hall was full of faculty and students. Azren and Loki were here and so was her dad, who was supposed to be a master of the Dark Arts. Her brother would probably go avenging angel if they started shit with her. She could also handle it herself if she decided to fight back. It’d be stupid to try anything, but those two had fewer brain cells than orange cats.
Kaylee was ambling across the dining hall with a mason jar. Witches loved their jars and put all kinds of spell ingredients in them. If they bought jarred sauce because they didn’t want to make it from scratch, it became spell-ingredient storage. The liquid in it was green.
Students walking around campus with potions was pretty common. I did it a lot. Some of them were healing potions because they felt a bug coming on. Protection potions were common. Some were for beauty. Like, I walked around campus with a family recipe in my tumbler that was supposed to make my fur super soft and shiny since I always walked around with my ears and tails out.
Kaylee looked like she was going to pass us up, then made this giant show where her potion spilled all over George. George just sat there, but Oscar started shrieking in pain. My eyes immediately snapped to my boyfriend. His flesh was literally melting where the potion had splashed on him and black spider veins were spreading out on his skin.
I remembered what Drake said. This bitch had stolen something of Drake’s from his room and made a potion with it. I didn’t know why it wasn’t doing anything to George, but my boyfriend was in intense amounts of pain.
Drake jumped up and sunk his fangs into Oscar’s neck. He’d been talking about that journal Ripley gave him at dinner and all the things he didn’t know about his venom. It had healing properties if you brewed the potion right and the journal said if someone close to you betrayed you and stole part of you to kill or disfigure someone, then a Basilisk’s body carried antivenom to reverse it.
The black lines on Oscar’s skin stopped spreading and disappeared as Drake’s antivenom did its thing, but the damage was done and Oscar was still screaming in pain.
“You stole my hair from my brush when you broke into my dorm room and pretended like you were trying to talk me into fucking you at the moon orgy.”
“I’m expelling George Bell,” Headmaster Krauss announced. “I don’t know what kind of dark magic she’s using that the potion did nothing to her, but it has no place at the Academy of the Profane.”
This bitch right here. I didn’t know why the potion had no effect on George either. I was grateful it didn’t because Oscar was in a ton of pain. She wasn’t blaming Kaylee. She was expelling George for not getting hurt.
Now was the time for George to show everyone she was the strongest witch at this school. Kaylee justbroke the law.George just sat there and reached for her neck where the necklace she always wore sat.
Fuck me. As soon as the necklace was off and on the table, I found out my girlfriend’s big secret. Kaylee and Headmaster Krauss gasped like she slapped them, but George didn’t comment. Thefirstthing she did as soon as the Academy of the Profane knew she was a god was grab Oscar. A white light glowed from underneath her hand and Oscar’s skin knitted together like he was never injured. He sighed and squeezed my hand to let me know it was okay.
But George wasn’t done. It drastically darkened outside, a crack of lightning lit the sky, and wind picked up in the dining hall.
“You hurt my boyfriend,” she snarled.
