The Dreamers Exchange

Chapter 8: Thoughts of Bleeding Gold

Jake got done talking to a Lowa of rain. She was very charming asking lots of questions telling him things. Jake met a few more of his ancestors a few of whom originated from Haiti in the grand old days, stopping by from the "underworld" very very far back in the family tree, after all Jake was a white dude, and they were Black they did call the lowa demons though and that...offended Jake somewhat. A long time ago Jake Caloway was making a video game based upon The Yoruba gods an african pantheon, more well then others, at least here in the west. A goddess from the pantheon appeared and expressed that she liked him, and was upset that Jake, of all people gave up on the game, all the gods of her pantheon were.

Jake ignored her said goodbye and went upstairs, he had time for Loki his wife whom he promised to call. Unfortunately he was disrupted again by these gods. These gods were trying to get his attention. A thought crossed his head. Why don't they just invoke themselves? "You want an invocation I'll show you an invocation" a female goddess said audibly.

"Look I'm not mad. I just want to know why you think you can hide from us?" she said in a highish voice which was hard for Caloway to do.

"You're clearly divine. Not human? We can you read you based on the objects in your room. It's clear to us. I sense that you're not human. So spill the beans who are you?"

"I uh. I'm as human as they come! I have no idea what you're talking about!" Jake said nervously.

"You really think you can lie to the gods? Is it because we're Back? African?" she asked smug.

"What!? No. I'm not even lying!" Jake flustered.

"You really need to step up your game dear" Loki said. "You're a terrible liar."

"Why are you lying to us." she said.

"I just. I don't like people knowing alot about me."

"Which god are you?" she asked.

"I'm uh..."

"Which god...." she paused. "Are you?" she repeated.

"I don't know."

"Let me read you"

"Can you not?"

"I'm going to."

She looked around the objects in the room.

"Oh my god you're...." she was shocked.

"I'm pissed." she was angry.

"What?"

"I'm furious. We thought you died! We all did! You killed yourself!"

"I don't know who I actually am. I was just told to hide."

"Okay okay I get it. Why didn't you tell us?" she gestured to the several clothed gods in the room.

Jake took a breath. "Because I was told to hide. I don't know why. Also, I don't know you. I don't know any of you. You're strangers to me."

"So it's not because we are Black and it's not because we are African. It's because you don't know us."

"Yes. Who....am I?"

She held her chest.

"You're the god of creation. You created everything." she said in awe. "I do mean everything. All of existence. Then for some reason you killed yourself. And every god in reality mourned you. But if you're back. That means....the world...is ending. And it also means you need to take a trip to Africa."

"What! No! Absolutely not!"

"You can take Eridan and Maika. Maybe that Black girl you're in love with Meridan I believe is her name? It would be weird if it was a male and two "girls" who aren't Black going to Africa. Though Eridan is Native and they'd love that. You'd all stick out like a sore thumb. Having someone Black with you would help." she smiled.