Seth and Saga are desperate to find peace, but it might not be so easy under Eri's chaotic reign.
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Seth and Saga just want to live in a cabin in the Swiss Alps. They want to...
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"We're concerned about how you're running things, Eri," one of the younger ones said. He made gold. And nothing else. A useless metal the mortals worshipped for no other reason that it was pretty.
"Do you think I care what you think?" I asked and tipped my head to the side.
He frowned. "Why call us to a council if you don't want to hear what we have to say?"
I rose to my feet, towering over them all, perched on my platform. Above them, where I belonged.
"I called you here to inform you of my total reign. You're expected to fall in line, not try and argue with me. I don't have the time for your drivel. I don't need it."
I needed no one. Not even Tiny. I was where I had always wanted to be. In charge. I ruled both the mortal world and Paradise. I was the king of it all, and no one would ever take that away from me. No one could.
"But..." another god said, raising to his feet. "What about the mortals? What about the balance between our world and theirs?"
"I'm restructuring how things are run. For now, that's all you need to know and prepare for. I'll call for you when I need you." I waved them away, dismissing them.
I dumped down on my throne and watched them leave. No one said a thing as they filed out between the chairs.
And I waited. I had one more person to see before I could go home and unwind.
The first angel wasn't tardy. He walked into the council hall with authority, his back straight and shoulders pushed back. His son looked so much like him it was actually annoying. I had had to catch myself referring to the hybrid as 'Adonai' several times. And they were both so insufferably self-justified. They thought themselves to be righteous at all times.
"Adonai," I said and leaned my cheek against my fist.
"Master," he said seriously and bowed his head.
"Have you found them yet?"
He clenched his jaw. "No. They've probably got the ward-making half with them. They're lost to us, if that is the case."
I subdued a growl and rose to my feet again, walking down the steps and stopped right in front of him.
"How is it someone as old as you can be so incompetent?"
"I apologise," he said but he didn't sound sorry at all.
"Find your son, Adonai. I don't want to tell you again. You understand?"
"Of course, Master." He bowed again and got ready to leave, but I grabbed the collar on his shirt.
"Do I have to remind you what happened to your son the last time you disobeyed?"
He flicked his eyes up, meeting mine. "No."
"I made you. I can easily unmake you. Or turn him into a soul eater. I always need new guard dogs in Purgatory." I forcibly let go and Adonai stumbled back a couple of steps.
