Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
I always thought being a god would bring me purpose and happiness, and for a long time, it did. As the god of magic and the moon, I don't have much to do. The moon has a new goddess—if you consider new as the last thousand years—and I leave the wolves and such to her, so magic is my companion, and magic is everywhere and uncontrollable. It is a wild entity, with no law unto itself.
There have been no issues, which I know I should not wish for, since issues would be bad.
But I am . . . restless.
Even the mundane meetings we hold no longer capture my attention. I ignore the discussion, just nodding and agreeing until they are over, and then I wander around my island, alone and restless.
I dream of a little chaos, not that I would ever tell anyone else that.
I am the god of goodness, and I am known as being helpful, kind, and law-abiding. I believe in the laws, in helping others, but as I stare at the sky around my island, I cannot help but wonder what it would feel like to be excited again.
That could possibly be why I do not ignore the call I feel as I usually would. This one is so strong, it reaches into my chest and grabs me.
Summoning . . . Someone is summoning me.
I blink and make a split-second decision. I could fight it and stay, but for one single moment, I give in, and magic wraps around me, yanking me from my island and the realm of gods and onto Earth.
I sit up and blink. I'm inside an entrapment spell, more confused and slightly worried. Whoever called me was very strong and a little dark—no, a lot dark.
Gods, I answered the summoning of a dark witch.
I should have known better than to wish for excitement, because this world has a sick sense of humour when it delivers what you want.
I curse myself, about to leave, when my eyes land on the witch who summoned me. I'm speechless and lost in the darkness of her eyes.
I don't even see the demon pinning her at first—all I see is her.
She is stunningly beautiful, with long dark hair and bright magical eyes. Her pale skin looks like moonlight, and she is all delicious, deep curves despite her small stature. My eyes clash with the black gaze of the demon pinning her, and then I understand.
"I see you are in trouble. Demon, be gone," I snap.
She is a witch, so I am her god. It must be why I am here.
"You can see him?" she asks, looking at the demon and then me.
"I can," I say slowly, hesitantly, wondering if she will speak again.
Her voice sounds like magic and has an odd effect on my usually calm heart.
"He should be able to, since he's a god and all," the demon hisses, glaring at me. "Fucking idiot witch, you summoned a god."
"I did what?" she screams shrilly and glances from him to me. "No, I didn't."
"Did." He nods emphatically.
"Didn't," she hisses, getting in his face.
"Did," he hisses right back, standing toe-to-toe with her, which surprises me since you tend to end up as ash or some sick, twisted animal if you annoy a demon, yet this witch narrows her eyes on him, totally unafraid .
"No, you," she snaps.
"You did it!" he roars.
I'm getting a headache. I knew I didn't want excitement. I have a feeling that if I do not intervene, they will carry on like this for hours.
"He's right, which I never would have thought I'd say about a demon," I interrupt. I rise gracefully, standing in her trap to keep them both calm, making them believe I cannot leave. They both snap their gazes to me, and I grin, holding my hands up. "Sorry for interrupting. Now, little witch, why did you summon me?"
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. First a fucking demon, and now a god." She drops her head back and just screams.
The demon watches her with one eyebrow arched, and we exchange a look. He nods at the worry he must see in my eyes. "She's dramatic sometimes. Just give her a minute to let it out or she'll be grumpy all day."
"Interesting," I reply as we wait.
When she stops screaming, her chest is heaving and she looks at me again as if hoping I will disappear.
"Well, fuck," she grumbles.
"Pretty much." The demon sighs. "Welcome to the family, I guess."