Finally gaining my bearings after having to shake away that memory, I looked at the worker, who to my surprise was still talking. I zoned in on what she was saying. Or atleast I tried. That memory was still haunting me. But I would be fine. "Okay so your father wants us to do your make up and hair."
She started grabbing me and taking me away to God knows where. To my dismay I followed. As she pulled me into a room, I came face to face with multiple Goddess's getting their hair and makeup done. It was beyond hectic in here. Workers were running around like their life depended on it. There was makeup everywhere and it was really hot in here. Probably from all the hair supplies.
What baffled me, was that everything was being done by hand. No magic was being used in this room besides making sure none of the heat hit any of the Goddesses. I mean we were Gods, so why did we always have to do such mundane things. I guess I could see the fun in it but when you were on a time crunch, it would be smarter to use magic.
As I was pushed down into my seat, I looked in the mirror at myself. I looked beautiful. I never had a seductive look. I had more of the cute Goddess next door look. My checks were red from walking in this hot room. My red curly hair was frizzy and It no longer held the style I made early this morning. My green eyes stood out and they were a much more darker green than usual. That's weird. As I tried to lean forward to get a closer look I was roughly pulled back.
I looked up to an angry stylist. I don't get why the goddess of beauty and The goddess of seduction went through so much trouble with workers. They literally could do all of this with their eyes closed. It's like they wanted some form of power, so they got Goddesses who had magic but weren't true gods to do their work. Technically they would be considered gods by association since most of them had parents who were gods. They just were unlucky to only get neutral magic.
Neutral Gods were not the same as the offspring who only had neutral magic. Neutral Gods didn't have a side. They were not light or dark but they could chose a side. Their magic could be whatever they wanted it to be. The goddess of seduction for example, she could use her magic for good and help a couple out or she could use her magic for Evil. She was the cause of alot of affairs in the mortal world. She was also the cause of alot of love stories. Neutral magic was just basic magic.
Ouch. I looked up to see the Stylist yanking at my hair. I gave her a look that should've made her stop but it didn't. Why was she pulling at my hair so much. I tried to grab at my hair but she smacked my hand away. A laugh came from my side. I looked in the mirror at the Goddess who was laughing since the Stylist had my hair in a tight hold. The Goddess of destruction was getting her hair done and had a cruel smirk on her face.
Why was she here? And why did she have to be the Goddess who was next to me. This was going to be a long day. "So I see you are finally having someone take care of that mess you call hair." The Goddess of Destruction said full of disdain. I'm actually happy I will never have to deal with her again. Even with this marriage with Lucas the God of war, it won't be as demanding as my marriage with Luther was.
That being said I purposely ignored her. I looked up to blue hair. Omg. Tears threatened to fall as I looked at this mess. I tried to change it back but it was no use. I couldn't do this, without thinking I got up and left to the safely of my room. Finally allowing the tears to fall as soon as I hit my bed. I hated them all. I was done Never again. Anger was consuming me. I was tired of everyone. I was done being nice.
I could feel all of the anger consuming me. The power was humming out of control. My eyes dried instantly and than I felt nothing. Emptiness, all consuming emptiness. As I stood up and walked to my mirror, All that was in my head was the the click clack of my heels. As I got to the mirror still nothing. Looking at myself, all I could see was the void emptiness in my eyes. They weren't green anymore. Just a dark blue.
My hair was glowing and it looked like blue flames. Nice. Before I could think I was teleporting back to the bridal shop. But this time there would be no happy ending. As soon as I got behind the Goddess of Destruction I pulled out a dagger and slit her throat. The shock in her eyes was short lived, as blood flowed down her chest. There would be no coming back from this. I guess Luther was good for something I thought as Twirling the dagger in my fingers.
Screaming that's all I could hear. I looked around to Goddesses freaking out and others teleporting. The Goddess of sin was holding the Goddess of Destruction. It looked like she was trying to revive her but that wasn't possible. Her attempts would be futile. The dagger was made to kill Gods. There were only 2 Gods who couldn't truly die.
Unfortunately I was one of them. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, I had the Goddess of Sin by the throat. Power was radiating out of me and before she could even make a sound, My other hand was carving out her heart with the dagger. She looked down with wide eyes and than slumped down instantly. Her lifeless body falling to the floor as I let her go.
Turning around I came face to face with My father. I couldn't hear words but he was saying something. Before he could finish the words I couldnt hear, I took his voice. He tried to talk but nothing came out. As I walked toward him nothing but fear was in his eyes. He knew this was the end without being able to say it. I grabbed a different knife out and stabbed him in the heart. I didn't want him to die. He would feel the pain I felt.
As the knife took his magic and all good emotions away. I just stood there watching. Void of emotion as my father slowly lost the life in his eyes. He would be nothing and that was the best revenge anyone could give. I could've taken it away without a dagger but what was the fun of that. He made me and now he would suffer like I do daily.
None of these daggers worked on me I've tried. I am the definition of Immortal. An abomination. This realm would burn after I made everyone who wronged me suffer and noone would be able to stop me. Before I teleported I looked at the Goddesses who were left and with a snap of my finger. Pain. That's all they would feel for an eternity.
As I stepped into the house I use to call home I couldn't help but Look around. Everything was different. It shows that without the memories of me he lived a completly different life. But even if he didn't have the memories of me that didn't matter. I had them. You could hear loud voices bouncing off of the mansion walls. As I walked closer to the voices, I looked down to bare feet and my feet scorching hot, burning the floor I walked on. I don't know when I lost my heels but this was new.
As I went through the threshold, all of Luther's closest allies were in suits. All the same color. Talking about the wedding. My wedding, unsuspecting of the death that was about to take place. The God Of control was the first to spot me. Poor Bobby I though as I threw the dagger at his throat. His hands reached up to grab it but it would be pointless, the cut couldn't be healed. Chaos erupted as everyone noticed Bobby's struggling for life.
Luther turned towards me and time stopped. It was like it was only him and me in the room. His eyes did a once over of me and looked back up. "Mazaya what a pleasant surprise." I didn't say anything. He still took my breath away even in a void like state.
He gave me a look and continued. "You should be getting ready for the wedding." The wedding that's right. The wedding I was being forced to partake in because my last husband couldn't keep it in his pants.
In a flash I had Lucas by the neck. Luther looked taken aback. It seemed he thought he could calm me down. But it was too late. "Please, think about this okay. You're upset I understand. we can." He didn't get to finish his sentence because Lucas made a strangled cry cutting him off, as I stabbed the dagger through this back. Right through his heart. Within a split second I was against the wall, Luthers hands around my neck.
Luthers eyes were flamming red. Anger and power radiated off of him. It looked like the death of Lucas unleashed his power. Great a fight worth fighting. His hold on me didn't even last a couple of seconds before I used my power to push him across the room. His feet slide through the tiles, destroying the floor. When he looked back at me his eyes were pitch black. Devoid of emotion.