Millions of failed attempts of dark and light procreating together. I was the first and last success story. My father made sure of it. He had me use my magic to make sure no baby was able to be conceived through mixed gods. It was very rare anyways but my dad wanted to make sure. He had tricked my mom into believing he was light and by the time she found out I was already born. The God of fate gave my dad the path to take, to achieve greatness. He followed that path to a tee and Now he is the ruler of Gods but my mother is nowhere to be found. She's been missing for a long time and I can't locate her. My mother told me the story when I was little but my dad was there before she could finish. He explained to me that The God of Fate seen good things in the future for all of us. I was special. Even though I was an abomination. I was meant for great things. He kept me sheltered most of my childhood and didn't let me go to school until I was a teen. That's when I touched

Everyone was standing up to leave. I went back just in time. To my surprise as I turned to watch Luther leave, I came face to face with him whispering something in my fathers ear. My father had a serious expression on his face and after a few seconds Luther backed up. My father said something I couldn't make out just before Luther headed out. Something wasn't right and I would get to the bottom of it. I gathered my stuff and sat next to my dad. All I got was a simple glance from him before he went back to work. All he ever did was work and you could tell. He looked like a mortal right now with his untamed stubble and his shaggy hair that was growing out. Why did he look like that when it just took a snap of a finger to fix it. He always hated his shaggy hair but was too old fashion and wanted to do everything the natural way. "Is something wrong Sweetheart? You've been staring for awhile." He said glancing at me before getting right back to work. "Are you taking care

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

A few of his allies joined him. Bobby and Lucas were nowhere to be seen but that wasn't my concern since noone would be able to save them. The true God of Darkness stepped forward, Luthers father. "Mazaya you need to stop now you are outnumber." He said. The room was full of Gods and Goddesses. They were at a advantage because of space but I would change that. Using my magic I grabbed the God of darkness and teleported to open space. I threw him down. "Mazaya you need to relax, listen to me. We don't want to fight." He tried to reason with me. As I was about to make my move I was grabbed from behind. Roughly. "You've been a very bad Goddess and now it's time for your punishment." Luther whispered in my ear. Gods and Goddesses we're teleporting in the large space now. I looked around and they weren't just dark gods but light gods. When did they start working together. The God of Light came forward and He looked at me with determination in his eyes. "Mazaya you need to

I took out the dagger and stabbed him again. It was like at that moment everyone got out of their daze. Gods were screaming and teleporting out. As I looked around I noticed most gods in attendance had left out. Luther used me being distracted to Grab my hair and pull my head back with all the force he could muster up. I had a tight hold on the dagger so that caused it to cut threw his back as I jerked backwards. I felt someones hand on my hand trying to pry my hand open. I would not let go of this dagger without a fight. The struggle between whoever was behind Luther was making the dagger cut him more. Luther let go of my hair as he grit his teeth from the pain. I was able to lift my head for just a second before Luther punched me in the mouth. That dazed me enough for my grip to loosen and for whoever was behind him to get ahold of the dagger. There was no scream, so that meant that whoever grabbed it was on the Dark high table Gods. This was bad. Now that the dagger was out