The Neo-American Pantheon

Moon Watching

One week later

Theodora liked the house that she had been called too, it was impressive and luxurious. It suited her tastes, and it helped that there was not much to go wrong in the area. She was one of the more powerful deities of the lot, but that in now way meant she wanted to fight. There were twenty-one others in the room. Theodora was one of the shortest, standing only 5'4. The only person who was shorter than her was a small, effeminate man, in fact, the only reason she was able to discern his gender was that she knew he wasn't a woman. Otherwise, she would have been just as confused as everyone else probably was.

The meeting was taking place at night, to make sure everyone could make it on time. This worked for her just fine, after her "awakening," as they were now calling it, she found she couldn't stay awake during the day. They also segregated themselves to the groups that they awakened in. So Theodora sat on a black plush couch with Samantha, the Goddess of water, and Terry the God of death. Sitting on Theodora's lap was a black fox, its silver eyes shining as it regarded the other gods in the room. Theodora herself had silver eyes and stark white hair. As the night went on, however, both her hair and eyes would become darker and darker, to a dirty gray, then when the sun rose they would be pitch black. By that time, she would likely be asleep, however.

The room where they sat, could have passed for a living room if it wasn't so large. At this point it looked more like a lounge, stuffed full of soft and expensive looking couches. In the middle of it all stood a pale raven haired girl, she looked like she had just graduated from high school. She was willowy, and her raven hair was cropped in a bun. She had a gray rat on her shoulder, and she tapped her shoeless foot on the gray carpeted floor.

"Are we ready?" She said calmly, but sternly to everyone in the room. The room immediately went quiet, Theodora's Fox laid its head down and went about taking a nap.

"So as I am sure all of you now know, we are Gods. The new Gods, it would seem, as none of us match up well with any known pantheon. It should be noted that we aren't the only new gods, each continent has a new pantheon, save Europe and Asia, which share one." Stacey said, pausing to look at everyone. Everyone in the room looked uncomfortable to some degree, which was to be expected. Stacey knew every single one of they had lost their whole family. It seemed that the new gods were not meant to have parents, siblings, save the twin gods in attendance. They were also being told, that they were now beings of immense power and responsibility.

"Are you quite sure, we are what you call... gods. We may just be Djinn, right?" A girl said head bowed low, and in a hijab. All eyes turned to her as she spoke, some, including Theodora, whispered to the person they sat next too. The gray wolf at the Muslim girl's feet got up and took up what looked like a defensive position in front of her.

"I think what she means is, we could just be super humans or mutants. Why jump to godhood... so fast," the girl said next to her. Her head was raised proudly, and she looked either Indian or Middle Eastern. She was also, of course, beautiful, her black hair thick coming off her in waves. The only odd thing about her was that her eyes were completely reflective, no pupil, yet it was evident she could see. At her back, behind the couch she, the girl in the hijab, and a red-haired boy sat at was a doe, just as poised and authoritative as her.

"What do your animal companions tell you?" Stacey said measuredly. She wasn't judging; she was just a little annoyed.

"You expect me to listen to the words of a wolf, over the peace of Allah!" The girl said quickly, now standing up, looking around at all of the people around her. Her eyes, not human but golden and wolflike.

"I mean she does have a point, not about Allah, maybe, but God did probably make us this way to spread his faith, and help the forgotten," the redhead said with a country twang, "Them gays are humping like rabbits, women thinking they shouldn't have to cook for their man."