Cursed by the Gods

Chapter 3

 "Not bad," I muttered to Willa as she examined her hair pulled back in a cap. "But there's still the boobs."

"Okay, we're leaving, before you start talking about that again." Emmy lead the way, taking us through the many corridors and back into the dining hall. Seriously she was like a walking talking map, how did she remember everything that we were told ten minutes ago? I was already thinking of ten different ways to get sacrificed so I wouldn't have to stay.

So, while I was thinking of being sacrificed she was thinking of practical ways to get around Blesswood. Way to make me feel useless Emmy.

The sols were already seated at their tables, indicating that we were probably late, but I was really good at being late, so I took Emmy's arm in one curve and Willa's in the other, dragging them for once. We plastered ourselves to the wall, moving along the line of other dwellers toward the middle of the room, where it would be easier to see all the tables. It wasn't until we were properly stationed that I noticed the group of dwellers hovering out in front of the kitchens, a few sols standing in front of them. I recognised most of their faces, because they were the other dweller recruits.

Crap. We were standing with the resident dwellers.

"Welcome, dirt-dwellers!" One of the sols shouted, even though he was only standing a few feet away from the first line of recruits. "Welcome to our city, welcome to our academy, and welcome to the commencement ceremony! Now ... strip!"

Wait ... what?

The demon-sol laughed, his head thrown back, his dark, golden-onyx hair tousled perfectly around his face. Was that ...? He looked exactly like Siret, except that I could see Siret standing right beside him, wearing the same clothes as this morning. The trickery-gifted sol had a twin? I could tell them apart, but the twin thing was clear. That wasn't good. That definitely wasn't good. But what was worse was the fact that the recruits actually appeared to be ... stripping.

The seated sols started laughing, a few of them jeering rudely, and one of the resident dwellers next to me sighed.

"Why do the sols find this so funny, anyway? Why can't Yael think of anything better to use his Persuasion gift for?"

I had no idea who the guy was talking to, but I decided it wouldn't hurt to let out a matching sigh, lean back against the wall, and fold my arms casually. "I know, right? It's getting old. And don't even get me started on the twin thing. One of them is enough, am I right?"

The guy snorted. "Yeah, and five is overdoing it, just a little bit."

Five? Five! Holy Fu—

"I feel sorry for whoever's assigned to their dorm rooms," I whispered back, applauding my even tone.

"It'll be one of the recruits," my new friend informed me, lowering his voice even further and leaning my way. "You know it's been absolute chaos in here since they turned up a few moon-cycles ago. They've had twenty resident dwellers assigned to them already, but they dismiss them like it's in their schedule to get a dweller fired every few weeks. After the last one, Elowin announced that she'd start assigning them recruits. You wouldn't know that because you aren't one of the slaves attending the dweller-relations committee—I know, because I am. Anyway, I guess she thought that if she gave them someone 'fresh,' they'd be able to mold them however they wanted."

"Sounds creepy. So, is Elowin giving them special privileges?"

"They're the most powerful sols here. Didn't you know that? They're our future gods—"

"And on that note," Emmy broke into our conversation, leaning over me to glare at the guy, "you two should really stop gossiping about them."

"Sorry," I muttered to the guy, after pushing Emmy back. "She hasn't eaten yet."