I don’t have to tell you what a beast finishing this story is. It’s been a month! I’m a bit rusty, but I’m back in the game. There are only two more chapters left in BBD Book 1! That means we should wrap things up by the end of the month.
Have I said thank you already? Thank you for reading and going on this wild journey with me. Enjoy the story. And don’t worry, I’m sure it’s all gonna be *fine.*
::cue maniacal laughter::
StrangerVille Military Base
Miss Hell shifted in her seat. She had elected to wear something demure and conservative—it was part of her strategy—but it still rankled that she had to make herself small to suit the egos in the room. Most sims did not know enough about the law to understand whether a degree was obtained sixty-four years or sixty-four seconds ago. The two high-ranking officers in the room certainly did not.
Miss Hell had passed the bar, twice in fact, though she never actually had a chance to practice. There was the problem of being a woman and Somnus’s plans for Vladislaus, which most definitely did not include her JD. She didn’t understand the god’s obsession with Windenburg’s vampire king. So Vladislaus was rumored to have a few skills other vampires did not? Why would that warrant the God of Sleep’s attention to say nothing of his visceral hate?
Men. They were all idiots.
“I’ll have my firm forward you particulars once I’ve concluded meeting with my client,” she replied, forcing her expression into something resembling gracious.
The officers nodded their agreement and instructed Maverick to escort her back to the holding cells.
Once outside the door, he stopped her. “Your plan is going to fail,” he said flatly.
“I said: your plan is going to fail. I don’t know what it is, but you’ve only been here a few days, and you’re by yourself, so I can’t imagine it’s that good.”
Miss Hell narrowed her eyes. “And yet you led me back here instead of alerting your superiors.”
“We are in a military facility, ma’am. I can alert my superiors at any time, and you’ll be surrounded in five seconds flat.”
Ma’am? She almost didn’t care whose brother he was; Maverick was skating on thin ice. “Do I look like the kind of creature who is concerned about a few soldiers?”
She was concerned. Mortals were weak, but they bred like rabbits and had numbers on their side.
“I don’t think being a vampire will help you in this situation.”
“How did you—”
He smirked, “It’s not that hard to figure out. We’ve got that other vampire in holding, and your ‘client’ definitely isn’t a sim. Dr. Cordenali knows that, and once your little delay tactic is over, she’ll deliver her report to my superiors, and they’ll know too.”
“And you care because…?”
“Because you are obviously here to break her out,” Maverick explained as if she were somehow dense. His expression softened, “And I’m not trying to hold you back. In fact, I want to help you.”
Clearly, Jimena had been a busy bee even behind bars. Miss Hell didn’t know whether to celebrate the fact that everyone was so easily seduced by the demigod or give into the jealousy that threatened to eat her alive.
“How could you possibly help me?” she sneered.
Maverick was not cowed. “Well, for one, I can tell you that in addition to cameras in that holding room, there’s also now a guard on duty. Whatever distraction you create won’t work because the first thing they do is check the cells and, security for civilians is tighter on the way out, so even if you did escape, they’d detain you at the exit.”
Her lips parted, “Shit.”
Fuck. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Now the little jerk was standing there looking smug, and she was going to be forced to accept his help. He was supposed to be her captive, not her partner in crime!
Remember your goals, she told herself. With effort, she managed to arrange her face into a pleasant if flirtatious mask. “I’m sorry, what I meant to say was just what did you have in mind?”
The Elder Realms
2500 Years Ago
“I would have never invited half the creatures on this list,” Morgyn huffed.
“Then it is good, Untamed Magic, that this is not your party,” Marshala replied. The Goddess of Fertility gave a small laugh as she adjusted her dress. “My son compromised. If it were up to B’Ollithiranon, we’d be on the streets of the Elder Realms with every level of creature.”
Morgyn rolled their eyes, “He is foolish.”
“He is an idealist.”
Marshala did not disagree. Tensions were high in the land of the Gods. Just the other week, Omar had announced a trip to one of the far-off planets—Sixam or Sixsim, or some other such name. They had something called the Great Games, and the God of the Sun was enamored of their brutal methods for maintaining their hierarchy. Though Morgyn was sure his fascination was due in no small part to his desire to punish B’Ollithiranon.
Becoming a God was one thing. Becoming a God and throwing Omar over for his sister was quite another.
Sighing, Untamed Magic made their way to the chocolate fountain only to be intercepted by L. Faba.
“Say yes, Morgyn. I will not accept another answer.”
“Then you will not have an answer,” they replied, arching an eyebrow. “I have no interest in going to the mortal world. I am quite busy here.”
“Yes, I can see how needed you are,” Faba quipped, her gaze flicking to Marshala and Pinot canoodling in the corner.
Morgyn refused to the take bait, “I don’t expect you to understand.”
Untamed Magic was not like the other magics. None of them seemed to take having a god very seriously. Even if Marshala didn’t need them this exact second, they should still be close by.
“Don’t be cruel,” Janus warned, putting a hand on Faba’s shoulder. Transmutation Magic smiled warmly at Morgyn before giving Solis a heated look.
The Goddess of Reason’s decision to take up with her Magic was at best gauche and at worst…well…Morgyn heard the way the other Gods talked about her, and they agreed. Transmutation Magic belonged to her, there was an order to things. Blurring all these lines was how B’Ollithiranon ended up sleeping with Omar in the first place.
“You’re going to be a Sage?” they looked Janus up and down.
“Sage of Transmutation,” he laughed. “Eamus is supposed to be the third Sage but that’s not written in stone. Come with us.”
They rolled their eyes. Being trapped in the mortal realm alongside Eamus—Abjuration Magic—sounded like a special kind of torture. “There are only three Sages at a time,” they sniffed, “That’s how the Universe intended it. Who am I to question her?”
“Come on, Morgyn. She’s not opposed to change,” Janus insisted, “We talk about it all the time.”
Untamed Magic suppressed a snort. Janus was just as frivolous as Faba. When he wasn’t lying with Solis, he traveled the realms checking on his beloved projects. That was something he and the Universe had in common. Sims were her “special” experiment. The demands she made on other, stronger creatures to care for them were beyond ridiculous.
Still, Morgyn kept their mouth shut. They knew when to keep their own counsel. “I’ll think about it,” they lied. “If you’ll excuse me, I believe the festivities are starting.”
They had practiced B’Ollithiranon’s entrance multiple times. And yet, candles extinguished at random, green smoke filled the air, and rather than the intricate throne of bones Morgyn spent weeks sourcing, there was a coalition of zombies who were, alarmingly, beginning to rot in the summer heat.
The only benefit was that Omar stopped his side conversation with the Titans to look both intrigued and disgusted.
And who could blame him? B’Ollithiranon was striking, even as he bumbled around the platform.
Discreetly, Morgyn relit the candles with a flick of their hand. They worried about Omar and the Titans. The Rushlight had made it clear he did not agree with Omar’s plans and that spelled trouble. Shaking their head, they tried to refocus on B’Ollithiranon’s speech but he had already veered off course.
“…I am not the only demigod worthy of being granted godhood. Should the rest remain locked out simply because they cannot gain enough power to achieve great works?”
If B’Ollithiranon ever gave a care about what anyone else thought, he’d realize that the gasps filling the courtyard were of insult and horror. Morgyn covered their eyes.
The newly minted God of Death continued, “That’s why I’ve created something to ensure that I am not the last to be added to the pantheon of great gods,”—he paused to pull Elmyra up—”I know it’s not traditional, this being my ascension, but my love shares my vision….”
Marshala and Pinot beamed and Morgyn was reminded that they were the only one who saw the danger in B’Ollithiranon falling in love. Again.
Just then, a giant purple owl flew through the air towards the stage and landed on a perch. Elmyra blushed as the God of Death pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Everyone, this is The Owl of Ascension. With it, Elmyra and I plan to make lots of gods, from all levels of houses…”
Morgyn didn’t hear the rest of what B’Ollithiranon said. They were too distracted by the rage on Omar’s face.