Why are there so many gods here???

Cage stood there patiently, clutching a sizeable paper. "That bastard wants to apologize, but he won't tell me why." A glass slipped from her sleeve into her hand. "Want to drink with your noona?" She held out the paper and the glass with an awkward smile.

"What does that motherfucking god want this time... I'll gladly drink with you, but you are in no way my noona." She laughed and followed him inside. Ron followed them without a word, but his benign smile sent a shiver down Cale's spine.

The kids climbed on him as he sat on his bed, and he accepted a glass of wine from Cage as he unfolded the paper.

My dear child, please don't get mad. You see, the God of Mischief has been quite upset lately...

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