Page 1 of The Goddess is Awakened
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Ilooked over at my familiar. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to have one, nor was my twin sister. Lilith was the god who created witches, and she arranged for some of them to get familiars. My twin, Matilda, shared a womb with me, but we were fraternal and had different dads. My mom had a diverse coven with five men in it.
My dad was one of the primordial gods that created the universe. Matilda’s dad was a Hellhound. Hybrids didn’t occur naturally, and our mom was a witch. We could have ended up witches, but it didn’t work out like that. I was a god, and my sister was a Hellhound.
There weren’t many of us on this planet. Most of the hellhounds lived in Lilith’s realm in Hell, though now that they could, a few of them were here now. Gods were even less common. Back when itwascommon for gods to walk this earth, some of them had this superiority complex among themselves.
My dad was one of the originals. He was the God of Chaos. He commanded alotof respect from the other gods. The gods that came later were spat out from the Aether. For some reason, they thought they were superior to gods born through childbirth. If a god mixed with a mortal, the hybrid thing kicked in, and there was a chance the child ended up a powerful human with no magic. If a god had a child with another god, their offspring ended up a god. All magical creatures were created by one of the gods, so if a god had a child with a supernatural creature, there was a greater chance of the child ending up a god.
It wasn’t all of them, but some of the gods weren’t kind to born gods. My aunt had Loki in her coven, and they had all been cruel to him and then reacted badly when he got his revenge. I was the first god born in averylong time. My mom and her coven had just helped Lilith out with her realm, so Lilith had always been like my cool aunt.
She showed up at the delivery room when Matilda and I were born with a puppy and a necklace. The puppy was Mags, our familiar. She asked the essence of a witch in the Aether if she wanted to be our familiar, and she accepted. The necklace was to make me appear to be a witch to everyone in case someone decided to hurt me before I could defend myself.
Any supernatural who saw my aura or tried to sniff me out would just see a strong witch. Supernaturals didn’t get their magic until they turned eighteen unless something terrible happened, and they nearly died. There was alotof negative stigma behind that.
Technically, Icouldhave taken my necklace off by now. I’d never seen another god except the ones that were friends of my family. Many of my classmates gave me shit because they thought I was a dud. After all, my dad was a god, and I was pretending to be a witch. The ones that didn’t say shit about that talked behind my back because they thought I got my magic when I was really young because I almost drowned.
Honestly, I’d get a lot less shit if I just took the fucking necklace off and dealt with everyone getting mad I lied about the whole god thing, but it was like my younger brother’s blanket, and I felt like I still needed it. I wasn’treadyto take it off yet.
“You’re splooting,” I said to my familiar.
Hybrids were never born, but they could be created. Some of the gods were careless with their creations and made monstrous things that no longer existed because they had to be destroyed. That seemed to be the case with hybrids, even when they were made with good intentions.
My dad kind of accidentally created hybrids. My mom’s familiar was a cat named Felix. My dad wasn’t violent and would never hurt an animal, but when Felix knocked over his favorite cookies, he changed the black fur on his face so that there was a giant white dick on his face.
My mom wasn’t amused, and my dad was trying to win her over, so he gave Felix his warlock body back at its prime. Felix had all his warlock powers but could shift into a cat. He did the same to my mom’s twin sister’s familiar Killian. My mom and her twin both ended up handfasted to their familiars in addition to the other men in their covens.
. My dad also gave Mags her witch body back when we were all twelve. She was lying on my sister’s bed as a witch instead of a dog, but she wastotallysplooting right now. Mags flipped me off and zapped me with a bit of magic. I just laughed.
“Matilda’s ballet rehearsal is running late,” Mags growled.
I’m sure he thought nothing would happen between any of us giving Mags hers back, but my twin was very much a lesbian, and she and Mags had been a thing since we were sixteen.
Matilda wasverymuch into pretty things: dressing up, ballet lessons, and cheerleading. Mags was the exact opposite. She wore her blonde hair short and preferred wearing suits. I thought they were perfect for each other.
I was also different from my twin. I loved getting dirty and playing sports. We both asked for ballet lessons because our babysitter when we were kids was a ballet dancer. After she left for New York, she became pretty fucking famous. Ballet clicked with Matilda. She was good at it and loved every minute. Me? Not so much. I was a combination of Mags and Matilda. Sometimes, I liked dressing in pretty dresses, but other times, I wasmuchmore comfortable in men’s clothes.
“Her rehearsalwouldgo over when our letters from the Academy of the Profane get here. I don’t want to open it without her.”
“You know what it says. Gabriel is a teacher there. Your mom and aunt graduated from there and ended up with some of the most prestigious jobs in the witching community. They’ve both done some fucking amazing things outside of work. Even if one of your dadsweren’ta teacher there, they’d be stupid not to let either of you in.”
I didn’t particularly want to get into my dream college because one of my dads taught there, and they had to. They didn’t even have programs for gods or specialized programs for hellhounds. I’d be better suited studying with my dad and Loki, and there were colleges for Hellhounds in Hell for my twin. After hearing my mom and aunt reminisce, we just really wanted to go to the Academy of the Profane.
“If they had half a brain, Gabriel would be headmaster instead of Lindsay Krauss,” I huffed.
“If I were you, I’d take Loki up on those personal tutoring lessons rather than dealing with that rancid woman. She’s going to be gunning to get rid of you, and her awful daughter Kaylee will be a freshman with you,” Mags said.
Minerva Krauss had been a fantastic witch. She came from a family of low-powered witches but didn’t let that stop her. Instead of relying on brute force, she used her brain and became one of the best curse breakers in several generations. Her sister, Edith, took it personally that Minerva succeeded and had been terrible to her.
Lindsay was Edith’s granddaughter. She never tried to get close to Minerva or learn from her. All she ever did was demand money. Minerva couldn’t stand her. She taught my mom at the Academy of the Profane and mentored my aunt. She had retired by the time I was born but mentored me, too.
Minerva Krauss wasn’t just a witch. The God of Death had put Freya’s essence into the body of a stillborn infant. She was still Minerva Krauss, a mortal witch, but she had all of Freya’s memories. Freya once taught Odin magic, and she was a fantastic teacher.
We lost her shortly after she lost her wolves. She left a lot of her diaries to my aunt, who would need them since she worked at the Museum of the Profane, a few unpublished books to my mom, who was the librarian at the Library of the Profane, and everything else to Matilda and me to use when we graduated.
Lindsay thought that should all go to her and Kaylee since they were family and Minerva had no heirs. She challenged the will and failed. Then, she sued me personally for manipulating her great-aunt.
I was twelve when she sued me.
