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A female voice said, it was soft and full of evil. He knew who it was and knew she hated fear, with the pain in his body he stood up, ignoring the shouts of his knees, a woman dressed in a black see through sari, stood elegantly in front of him, tall and voluptuous with a long dark hair, eyes sharp and black around the iris as her heart. "Herega, it is an honour" he said, Herega, the goddess of storms, third in the trinity of chaos that were the spawns of drador, chaos itself.

When what I considered was my last struggle or plea to the goddess I saw all the torches in the dome blow out and as if something beckoned me to look up and the image that had stupefied me before made from the glowing lights seemed to come to life. In the center of the dark arena was an outlined art of the goddess with her flowing hair and godly white dress flaring around her. It was the image of the Moon Goddess with a dagger in her hand. The image before hadn’t been clear enough but now with the lights out, I could make out that she wasn’t just holding the dagger she was actually plunging it in through the center of a disfigured creature’s forehead.

Although she seems very old she is still strong and very knowledgeable. I just nodded at her words. But there is a doubt in my heart. I don't know if I can help bring peace back to this world. What can an ordinary woman with no powers like me do to help restore the peace in this world? So I don't know if I believe what Old Remi said that I am the reincarnation of Sabina who is a goddess in this world.

"Catalina's women have been known for their strength and power since before, even my grandparents can agree with that." "They have that history in their family tree, they're known for always being blessed by the Moon Goddess herself." Adriel, my Gamma, came out of nowhere just to join us. "You're lucky to have one of them to be your wife, they possessed beauty, strength, and wit. Though no one can really tell if the rumors about the Moon Goddess's blessings are really true or just happen to go around for what they have." "But which one? They currently have two single she-wolfs, don't they?" Koby asked as he eyed me and Adriel.

I asked. She smiled at me. “Your little friend.” “Oh!” That was awkward, wasn’t her daughter’s name Lydia? “Queen Shalom-” “If it’s okay with you, please just call me Shalom.” “Right. Uhm… if you don’t mind me asking, did you ever find that imposter?” She dragged her breath and exhaled loudly. “That… that was not an imposter.” “But you said-” “Not in that way. That was one of the new gods, her name is Violet, and she has the power to change faces and become whoever she wants. She is the goddess of illusions.”

“Oh, it’s the new girl on the block. That’s the one who caught your interest? Girl, don’t tell me you swing both ways, though I don’t really mind if you do, though.” ‌ “She got a pretty face, alright. But look at her background, nothing special. Just a highschool graduate and worked in a bar before. Such a crude lass.” Natalie continued her rambling. It was coffee in her mug, but her yapping made her sound like she was intoxicated, in broad daylight. ‌ “Instead of plain girl like her, why don’t you turn to me in case you want to try out something... kinky. To tell you the truth, I always fantasize about--, hey, that’s not normal!”

She nods, “Artemis. Shifter Goddess of the half-moon, hunters, and fertility, among other things, according to Luna.” They look stunned, and again mutter, this time for longer. They seemed to be unsure how to proceed. George looks at Celine, she nods, stands up and moves back to George and rests a hand on his shoulder. He feels her gifting him,

I could see our reflection—his massive body curved over mine, my breasts pressed against the glass, both of us glistening with sweat. Somewhere in the compound, a flashlight beam swept across the grounds. So close. So close to exposing their Queen getting fucked raw against the window. "Can you imagine what they'd think?" I gasped, grinding back against him. "Seeing their ruthless, terrifying Queen bent over and taking cock like a whore? But I'm not a whore, am I, Mateo? I'm a goddess. And you're just the lucky mortal who gets to worship at my altar." "A goddess," he agreed fervently. "My goddess. My Queen. My everything—"

NOT good. The screaming, shouting and yelling began. The house leaders were standing up, shaking fingers and launching threats at one another. Me? I was trying to recall who Ishara was. She eventually became Ishtar, Goddess of War. In the Old Kingdom Hittite she was also the Goddess of Oaths, Love and Medicine. The only three people at the table not going nuts where St. Marie, Hayden and the woman at her side. That woman was looking at her tablet intently. Once more the group reached consensus and I was still boned. I was still a male, so my lineage meant nothing. I wasn't part of the Host. Hayden took another deep breath, acknowledging this second decision.