Page 7 of Chaos
She placed her hands on my chest and tried to shove me away, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Why was she fighting this? When I was on Earth before, I just had to nod my head, and women fell into my bed. Did this have something to do with the fact that she thought my head wasn’t proportional to my body? My physical form was perfection, but I could shrink it if it pleased her.
“Well,Chaos,it doesn’t work like that anymore. They allow women to have opinions about who they marry. Men have to work for it now instead of having women sold to them like property for them to abuse. I’m not marryinganyoneunless I love them, and I don’t know you!”
Oh. Well, that part was simple. I might be chaos, but most people loved me. I’d just romance her. As soon as I woke, I understood things would be different.
“What century is this? I’ve been off playing in the aether and not caring about this world since people were unkind enough to entomb my vessel. I’m sure it’s been long enough to forgive them. I mean, you were kind enough to bring my body back.”
“It’s the twenty-first century, and they tricked me into bringing you back. Two men I don’t trust were showing a lot of interest in primordial gods, and one of them has a history of getting witches to do his bidding. Why any self-respecting witch would give him the time of day after having him in their bed is beyond me, but someone wanted you back to use you for something.”
The twenty-first century? Wow. I’d been off in the aether for a long time. Gods could pout like children when we wanted to. I could have come back at any time, but it was an affront to my person that supernaturals and humans worked together to entomb me because they lacked the understanding the chaos was a part of life. I wasn’t even the one that caused their stupid war, but sure, everyone wanted to blame me when the shit hits the fan.
I just tossed my hair over my shoulder and laughed. I wasn’t the only one to abandon Earth for the aether. Our disinterest in this planet had turned people so ignorant.
“I was created well before this planet, Ripley Bell. There’s not a single creation on this planet with the ability to do that. Though I would afford you the luxury of the illusion you could as my wife.”
“Weare notgetting married, buddy.”
This witch was so amusing. I loved that she denied me right to my face. It was refreshing.
I’d taken plenty of lovers, but I never took a wife before, not even among my fellow gods. Goddesses were just so high maintenance, and I never met any other woman I wanted to claim before.
Ripley Bell was a challenge, and I loved it. She was powerful enough to pull me from the aether and restore my vessel. My god mojo seemed totally lost on her. She wasn’t falling at my feet like literally every other woman on this planet I’d bedded before. In fact, I got the feeling she was whole heartedly annoyed at this entire situation.
“I respect that, but I’m telling you this now. One day, you will fall in love with me and be my wife because I will earn it.”
She just glared at me. She snapped her fingers, and I was suddenly clothed. We’d had this entire conversation with me wearing the remnants of old rags.
She might be irritated with me now, but I saw her peeking.
Chapter 7
Ripley
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hat.the.fuck was I supposed to do with a primordial god? Especially one that just decided we were getting married. Why couldn’t he just be Uncle Seth, and this be like every other necromancy spell I helped out with? I blamed Dorian and Bram because I had a feeling that hedge witch didn’t come up with this on her own. Were they working together?
I couldn’t just kick a primordial god out of my library in the middle of the twenty-first century. If word got out, I released Chaos into the world, I wouldn’t just lose my job. If he made a mess, I’d be the one to die for it. At least now he had some clothes on.
“Follow me,” I snapped.
Felix was hot on my heels.
“You are so fucked. How do you plan on fixing this one?”
I had no idea. Two people had been in the basement researching primordial gods. I had two suspects. Dorian already had a witch summon a demon for him, and I wouldn’t put it past him to try to get a god to do him favors. I knew the only reason Bram could be here was a job. I’d never met a hellhound, but I’d spoken to demons before. They were always plotting something.
Did I just bring back Chaos for Hell because they thought they could control him?
Whatever the reason I’d been dragged into this plot, I needed to make sure neither of those men got their hands on this god. My apartments in the library were two bedrooms, but I had plenty of spare rooms. I adored living alone, but I also loved not dying because I released a primordial god back into his vessel. I could give up my second bedroom to keep him hidden.
“You can stay with me, but only if you pass the magical test for a library card.”
I loved everything about the blood spells that vetted people for a card, and that one drop would tell me everything I needed to know about where they could and couldn’t go. I trusted that system until a hedge witch tricked me. She should have had a hugeno necromancywarning on her card. I just hoped it wouldn’t work against me with this god because I had no idea what else to do with him if I couldn’t keep him here.
“You have a nice castle. Are you a princess?” he asked.
“What? No. I work here. This is a library, not a castle. If the library doesn’t let you have a card, I’ve got no idea what to do with you.”
