Page 59 of The Goddess is Angry
rapey shitbags and not giving a shit about birth control, they called their mortal kids demigods.
“I’d have to ask Azren how much of those stories are true and what’s legend. Supernatural genetics areweird.It might not even be your mom or dad who was the god. My brother had one angel in his family line thousands of years ago and every other person he descended from was a witch or warlock. He still ended up an angel. Azren would know better. If they can’t tell by meeting you, they’ll figure it out.”
That was honestly the most information I’d ever gotten about myself. Our eyes were the exact same shade of silver. I kept my distance, but I’d seen the gods coming in and out of this university. Some of them weren’t as built as I was but they had my towering height. A lot of the humans I’d met told me I should submit my measurements to see if I’d beat a record, I was that tall.
But I couldn’t accept it, even if everything she said made sense. It explained everything about my physical appearance and why I felt drawn to her. It explained nothing about my blackouts or why I had no memories of my childhood. I knew about demigods, too. They had been celebrated as heroes. I just made everyone uncomfortable.
“I actually need to speak to Azren and I’m hoping you can present this to them in a way that they don’t instantly smite me unless they truly get to the bottom of this and need to. I’m trying to help.”
She just smiled at me.
“Azren isn’t the type to smite first and ask questions later.”
So, I told her everything. My long history with the Academy of the Profane that always ended with blackouts, murders, and me fleeing the Academy of the Profane. I admitted I couldn’trememberkilling anyone or having the knowledge to surgically remove a heart, but I couldn’t remembernotdoing it, either. I pointed out I never found any evidence who was doing it, but I never woke up with a single drop of blood on me and none of my clothes were ever missing like I got rid of them after the fact.
“I’m not a violent person. The only reason I keep getting a job here is because it feels like something is pulling me. There’s never any evidence in my staff cottage that I’m the one doing it, but I also can’t remember anything about that night, so I don’tknow.”
“I’m not going to lie. You make me feel seriously uncomfortable and I don’t think that’s your fault. I think Azren can figure out why you are this way. I also think whoever is doing this has been framing you and gaslighting the fuck out of you. They can do things with memories no one should be able to do. Either that, or you’re just insane and it’s you murdering students and your brain can’t handle it. Azren is here to figure out who’s been murdering students. You’re either a lead or the killer. We need to get you to Azren,” Mags said.
“Be nice,” Matilda said, swatting at her.
“Seriously. Everyone on campus is probably terrible to him,” George said.
“I’ll benicewhen I know he’s not butchering gifted witches.”
“No, that’s fair. I want to help. I want this to stop, even if it ends up being me and I face divine justice for it. Take me to Azren.”
I trusted them that Azren wasn’t going to kill me before they had the full story. If it was me doing this, then I had it coming.
azren
Iwas furious. I wasn’t into tormenting misbehaving mortals like some of my fellow gods. Some of them were assholes and did it because their ass wasn’t kissed properly. Loki and Reyson messed with them when they hurt people they loved or dicked over people weaker than them or just because they didn’t have enough money. I’d killed mortals for slaughtering people I loved back in the day and I stepped in when an essence kept being reborn bad, but it was never in my nature to do what Loki and Reyson did.
Until now. I wanted to do bad things to Lindsay and Kaylee Krauss and I wanted to drag it out. I couldn’t prove Kaylee had her boyfriend assault Dexter, but I had a whole list of things they’d done to that boy. Dexter got his own revenge, but George couldn’t get hers right now.
It wasn’t the potion they threw at her. Well, yeah, it was. They violated Drake to make it and hurt Oscar, who hadn’t done a damned thing to them. George wasn’t ready to out herself as a god and she did because of those two.
It was that part that pissed me off. I think everyone that knew her secret would have preferred the necklace come off, but we all wanted it to happen whenshewas ready, so we never said anything to pressure her. I knew why she took it off, too. Kaylee and Lindsay couldn’t hurtherbut they could hurt other people trying to. It was poetic justice it was Lindsay the first time. It could have been anyone the next, and it happened to be Basilisk potion and Oscar the second time.
I wanted to go to her and make sure she was okay, but she needed to do damage control with her other boyfriends. I wasn’t worried about Drake. He wasn’t mad at her or me for keeping that from him. Drake thought it was hilarious he grew up around me and knew I’d shapeshifted into mortal creatures before and he didn’t figure it out.
I didn’t know the rest of them as well as I knew Drake. West already figured it out and was already worshipping the ground she walked on even more than he already did. I could only hope the rest of them heard her out and accepted why she hid that part of herself.
Even if she had already had that conversation and things were good, she still didn’t need me. I didn’t have this massive, fat head that I thought I could transcend a twin bond. Gemini twins at that. She needed Matilda and then she probably needed to talk to her mom. I’d never be able to replace either of those women.
But then, there was a puff of purple smoke and there she was in my cottage. I pulled her into a hug and asked if she was okay. Apparently, what happened in the dining hall was old news. She found someone who could help with our murder investigation. George also mentioned demigods, which wasn’t right. When we had mortal children, they never ended up with the silver eyes.
I didn’t knowwhohad been working in maintenance, where their magic was, or where their memories went, but how had they escaped my notice? I wasn’t the type of person who would pretend like they didn’t exist because they cleaned up around campus. Everyone was important.
“Relax. He was avoiding you because he thought you’d kill him. I kind of promised him you wouldn’t unless you knew for sure it was him butchering witches.”
She told me about his blackouts. I could rule him out with one question. He could be the answer to stopping this, but for the life of me, I had no idea what was going on with this man based on what George told me.
“Send him in.”
George opened the door and Matilda and Mags entered my dorm room followed by a golden man. I instantly knew him and he could very well be the one doing this. Some gods came back quickly when they died. They told us unlike mortals, they were aware of everything and the infinite blackness of the Aether. Mortals never remembered their deaths, but gods did. Some gods chose to leave their vessels and hang out in the Aether, but the gods who died said it was different because they didn’t choose it and there was no option to leave. And they all stewed on their deaths.
Then there were the ones that didn’t come back right away. None of us knew what would happen to one of us stuck in the Aether that long reliving our death, but we assumed it would drive someone insane. We knew they’d come back eventually, but we didn’t knowhowthey’d come back.
