44. Medusa

I ’d say this for my new home. They could party like Dionysus was hosting it in Ancient Greece. My friends who were actually from Ancient Greece felt right at home and so did I. I could hear the sounds of people making ample use of the park Cas and I had sex in. It was just so nice you could have good old-fashioned public orgies here without getting arrested like you would if humans lived here.

It was perfect. I was playing a drinking game with Benji’s parents and getting utterly destroyed by his mom. Cas and Pax had disappeared to show the new people around. Dionysus was being Dionysus and trying to corrupt the angels and Yahweh. Lucifer and Satan were two separate beings, but Lucifer loved playing the role of the tempter, so he was right there with Dionysus.

The party was going well. No fights had broken out, but there was definitely a divide among the partygoers. It was everyone else and the angels. No one looked like they wanted to attack them, but they didn’t exactly look like they wanted to be friendly either.

So, I could either keep playing drinking games or I could go help. And honestly, Benji’s mom was going to have to be crowned the queen of all drinking games in existence.

“I’m going to have to concede defeat because if I keep going I’m going puke a lot and I hate puking,” I said.

“I’m going to stay,” Benji said. “This is like the adult version of the board games we played when I was a kid.”

“You always were competitive, but your mom can drink anyone under the table.”

“Challenge accepted.”

I kissed Benji and joined Dionysus to see what was going with his group. Lucifer seemed to be giving some kind of sinning pep talk, so I grabbed Dionysus.

“What’s going on? They don’t seem to be having fun.”

“Even before the civil war, their idea of a party and ours were very different. There was a lot of conditioning that all this excess is a sin that will lead to them falling and a distant Father who didn’t exactly clear all of that up. We’ve also got a god who isolated himself and didn’t do a deep dive into all the bad stuff the rest of us did. They just need to give themselves permission.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t push it? Yahweh made a lot of mistakes, but not going on a power trip and abusing mortals like a lot of them did was a good thing. Maybe we don’t want to get him shit faced and experimenting with that.”

“This one isn’t like that. He was created thinking he was king poobah and made everything, so he put standards on himself instead of thinking that made him above any law like my father. He’s certainly earned the right to relax and cut loose.”

“Still, since when have you changed your position on people who don’t want to drink?”

Dionysus was all about the wine and debauchery, but after Hera cursed him to walk the earth forcing wine on people, he refused to ever do that again. He’d always been big on consent, too. He usually got mad if someone was pressuring someone who didn’t want to drink. Dionysus knew some people abstained because they couldn’t control themselves around it, but he also didn’t give a shit what their reason was for not wanting to drink.

“I still haven’t. They don’t have to drink a single drop. There’s amazing food, a fantastic band, and plenty of good people here. There are a ton of options to have fun without drinking or participating in the orgy in the garden and they aren’t doing any of them. I’m not even trying to convince them to join the orgy and you know that’s my thing.”

It was. And technically, he could leak a little god magic out and turn this entire party into an orgy, but he wouldn’t. Dionysus only brought out that little trick if everyone knew and consented to showing up to an orgy. I also knew Dionysus would much rather be with me and the rest of our coven participating in an actual orgy rather than being here.

“You might want to step in because I think Lucifer has moved on to the trying to get them to the orgy part of his sin pep talk.”

“Shit. He’s the literal worst sometimes.”

Lucifer could be, but his heart was usually in the right place. It just took awhile for his brain and mouth to catch up. I personally enjoyed orgies, but I was nervous as fuck at my first one. I chose to be there. No one talked me into it.

Maybe we could start with something small. Something that didn’t involve sex with multiple people or moonshine. I had an idea. I walked over to Yahweh and offered him my hand.

“Would you like to have a very chaste dance with me? We don’t even have to touch. Just move your body how the music guides you.”

“I’d love that.”

The teenagers who were providing the music kept it to all danceable tunes. I didn’t recognize any of it, so someone in the band was a very talented song writer. They were going to go far if the right people heard their music. It was perfect to move your body to, but there was that supernatural primal element to it. The lyrics were also smart. They weren’t dumbed down teenage lyrics about sex.

I invited Yahweh to dance because I thought if I could get him moving, the angels would join and start enjoying themselves. The rest of the village might join them. But I also wanted to dance. I loved it and I could finally let go without worrying about losing my glasses.

Yahweh was actually a wonderful dancer. We weren’t touching because it wasn’t that kind of song and we had zero sexual feelings towards each other. He was primal and really lost himself to the music.

Some of the wolves noticed he had moves. They danced a little closer but weren’t rubbing against him. They gave him his space. Yahweh pulled off this move that was frankly a little impressive. The wolf shifters threw back their heads and howled. Yahweh fell out laughing, but he ended up howling with them.

That was what we needed. Yahweh was cutting up with the wolves, so the rest of the villagers realized he was on their side. The angels saw their Father having fun, so they joined him. Everyone was finally integrating and having a proper party.

I felt hands on my hips and someone grinding against my ass. I recognized the scent of pine right away.

“Hello, Cas,” I said, spinning around to wrap my arms around his neck.

“I vividly remember you getting horny in the garden with me and I’d love to steal you back there, but if anyone looked at you, I might have to kill someone I like.”

I remembered my time in that garden, too. I wanted to do it again. Cas was clearly fine with group sex, but only if it was our group. I was okay with that.

“I seem to recall that you have a rather extensive private garden at home. The party is in full swing. The newbies are taken care of and the angels seem to be fitting in. You could probably ask Kat and Jezebel to watch over things for a little while if you wanted to steal your pack away for our own little celebration.”

Cas let out a little growl and his eyes flashed amber.

“Kat is going to beat my ass if I sneak off to have an orgy before she gets to, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Honestly, I suggested her because she’s powerful and she’s not already having an orgy. She shouldn’t have snoozed on the garden.”

“I’m going to ask Hades and Persephone instead. Hades isn’t going to let anyone in my village see Persephone naked, so I don’t have to worry about taking sex off the table for them and getting my ass kicked later.”

Yeah, that was definitely the better option, though I wasn’t quite sure if this entire village was ready for my bestie to be in charge for a bit.