The Dreamers Exchange

Chapter 16: The Spirit of Radio

"When you are ready and the clouds are gray

They will finally believe what you have to say

Some will abandon you in cold blood

You will no longer feel as though you are misunderstood

The gods will bow down to their new king

You will control people when you decide to sing

And those who doubted will eat the fire

You will become the one true god who does inspire

Fame will hold your throat and choke you softly

And nobody will know what you wrote so kindly

You will become a star and you will switch bodies

And be returned when the gods call for somebody

The world will be saved but not do to you

Their will be many people who think your story's true

And while I can't promise you that you'll be beloved

The world will sing for you when you despite above"

Jake finished typing with his scarab glowing. He looked at the prophecy for a bit. "Not do to me..." He held his hand to his chest. "Weird". Jake has the gift of prophecy. It was something given to him a long time ago. Jake was really falling in love with prophecies. The gift is stored in a scarab on his forehead. It glowed with Apollo's voice ringing "please don't use your gift for this" and Jake took it to heart. He moved on with his week. Things were getting boring, currently staying at his mom's boyfriend's house until the new house they were to move into was ready.

Eridicus and Jake had been talking every other night. He had finally stopped being pervy and rude. Still somewhat sexual but in a more polite way. Ever flirty, about how he owned Jake now. Jake hated to admit it but he was starting to no longer hate Eridicus. He didn't know if "like" was the word, but Eridicus reminded him of Cupid, an ex of his. He had forgiven a different god for raping him some time ago and even married the bastard through god spousing, and the thought that he would hold this against Eridicus and not the other god bothered Jake. But still. I don't think Jake realized it wasn't to this extent or this recent. That other god didn't rape him several nights in a row. The other god was hit with one of cupid's arrows things that Jake knew the power of all to well. The circumstances were different.

Jake had always been a sensitive pushover. Jake had been talking to a god who wished to be omitted from his notes. The god drunk told him to talk to Medusa. Jake had been going through an identity crisis as of late. He needed to know who he was. All of his aspects. Who he was becoming. What he was becoming. Jake had learned secrets of the gods such as how to make ambrosia which they kept astrally spiking his drink with, what gods were and how they operated, and aspects and what those entailed. Jake had been told over and over again "he was creation" "he was divinity" but it wasn't satisfactory. Lot's of occultists work with Medusa. They see her in a sympathetic light. Jake got the vibe that Athena might be a little angry but when he went to Athena for these same answers, she only gave him the name "enki".

He said, "okay fine", Medusa had been persistently reaching out for months at this point. He'll talk to Medusa. So Jake poured a bath by her request and spoke to her.

"Finally. You're approaching me."

"Yes"

"Why?"

Jake told her about the drunken god.

"I see. Well. Thankyou" she said. Her voice was a melancholy deep, and had an attitude about it.

"In the story. Who do you sympathize with?"