Page 2 of The Goddess is Awakened
One of the perks of having Loki as your uncle is that he never likes being bored. He learned all these occupations so that he could move to another when he got tired of one. Loki was actually a talented lawyer and took my case. HedestroyedLindsay in court. More than that, Freya and Lilith were friends, and Lilith liked me. Lilith came to court for moral support.
The judge was a warlock. Between Loki and the god who created him sittingright there,he not only ruled in my favor, Lindsay had to pay all my court fees. Her daughter, Kaylee, was constantly giving me shit. If either of them could find a way to get me expelled, they totally would.
“I’m not scared of either of them.”
“Being a god doesn’t give you power against supernatural politics. Gabrielshouldhave been headmaster. He earned it. We all know Lindsay stole that spell from Minerva’s estate before it could be brought to your family. It’s her whole claim to fame. Minerva didn’t even want that spell released. They wanted alumni as the headmaster. Gabriel was being shunned and couldn’t get in, and Lindsay only got in because Minerva did her one favor and pulled some strings. Anyone with half a brain knows your dad is the stronger choice.”
Every single one of my dads was strong, even if they didn’t happen to be a god. Felix was my mom’s familiar, Balthazar was a vampire who was excellent with computers, Bram was a hellhound, and Gabriel was a warlock. They’dhaveto be amazing for my mom to take them into her coven. They accomplished some fantastic things.
“Matilda’s home,” Mags said, jumping out of bed and leaving the bedroom.
I had a lot of god superpowers, but I didn’t have her sense of smell. It seemed to work even when she wasn’t shifted into a big black dog. At any rate, I already knew what the letters from the Academy of the Profane would say since my dad taught Dark Arts there.
I could still open them with my twin and get excited about it, anyway.
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All our dads spoiled us rotten, even if they weren’t our bio dads. My twin was a princess, and everyone treated her so. Bram had just brought her home from rehearsal. Felix was waiting with a magical recovery potion for her muscles, and my dad was in the process of making everyone dinner.
“How was rehearsal?” Mom asked.
My mom happily signed us up for dance lessons when we asked because of our babysitter Beyla. She loved that Matilda loved ballet, but I think she could do without ballet mean girl drama. There was a particular witch that was being an asshole to my twin. I think my mom was more worried about the witch than Matilda.
Female hellhounds were three times bigger and stronger than the males when shifted. If Matilda snapped and ate her for being a bitch, I’d break out the god mojo to cover it up. I could do the things every god could do, but my dad and Loki had been trying to find out what my main power was, with no luck. I could do chaos and trickery when they were around, but if I tried it on my own, I couldn’t do it. I’d do ahorriblejob of covering up the evidence, and we’d both end up in jail.
“Tara was trying to upstage me again and was focused more on weaving an enchantment than staying in her dance space. She did a traveling turn straight into the corps and hurt someone. That was it for her. She’s out of the show.”
I held out my fist so she could bump it. We weren’t the same type of magical creature, but we had some of the same challenges. We both had to learn to control our tempers because we could utterly destroy someone if we didn’t. Yeah, wecouldreact to the mean girls, but karma usually got them if you just waited it out. Still, if they followed me to the Academy, I was expected to fight back. It was different in high school when no one had magic.
Before I could say anything, there was a pop in the living room, and my older brother appeared with Lucifer. Supernatural genetics were wild. Gabriel was a warlock, and my mom was a witch. But Gabriel was descended from Lucifer averylong time ago. Lucifer rebelled and took a witch wife before fleeing to Lilith’s realm because the other angels were assholes.
Lucifer’s descendants had all been witches or warlocks until my older brother Michael. Michael was an angel. He was a year older than me and a sophomore at the Academy of the Profane. He’d always spent summers in Hell training with Lucifer on angel stuff. We had a lot of grandparents, but Lucifer was like an extra grandparent.
I shrieked and ran over to hug Lucifer. He wasn’t this big bad king of Hell. He didn’t even run the place. Lucifer was a giant teddy bear who adored kids.
“Do you have something for us?” I asked.
Lucifer smiled and pulled a paper bag from behind his back. We always called them Lucifer cookies. He baked them every time we visited, or he dropped Michael off. There was this spice in Hell that tasted like a mix of brown sugar, cardamom, and a little something special that all of us went wild for.
“I don’t know if I should be angry or jealous they like your cookies better than mine,” Dad said.
The God of Chaos was also a serious baker. My dad made good cookies, too. He loved to spoil all of us with his cooking. My mom was the librarian of the most extensive supernatural library in the country. My dad wrote a cookbook and made shirtless videos to promote it and get it published and stocked in her library just to impress her.
“Supply and demand, man. They can’t get mine all the time. Your offspring is ready for his second year of the Academy of the Profane.”
“We have two freshmen, too,” Mom said.
“I waited for Matilda to get home to open the letters.”
“You’re going to love it,” Mom said. “Ravyn and I have managed to talk about it in front of you without giving you any spoilers. Michael hasn’t let any slip either.”
“I won’t either, so don’t ask. If you make an ass of yourselves flipping out about something, I will roast your asses. Also, neither of you is allowed to date my friends,” Michael said.
Mags snarled at Michael. She was a bit possessive. Matilda just rolled her eyes.
“Nineteen-year-old straight guys aren’t even remotely appealing. Your friends probably smell like unwashed asshole and hair product.”
“Being your friend doesn’t speak highly of them either,” I said.
