A New Playmate

The air stirred around the goddess making her long pale blonde hair fan out around her as she stood glaring down at the pathetic human that dared ask her to reverse his last plea. She glared down at him powers surging as her anger rose.

"You don't like my gift Aiden? I thought that's what you said you wanted," she cruelly countered his plea. He looked up at her with fear in his eyes and put his face to the ground.

"Please, my goddess, I'm begging you. It was a mistake. The fame and the fans are too much for a poor man like me to handle," he complained as she scoffed at him. He peaked up at her through his fingers as her eyes went from silver to red in an instant and he covered his head. She shook her head at him while clicking her tongue in disapproval and walking around him. She looked down at him in utter disgust.

"You're not a poor man anymore Aiden. You're a star in Hollywood. That's what you wanted. Maybe next time you should think about what you ask of a goddess. Once something is done, it's all but impossible to go back," she ruthlessly taunted him as she came to stand in front of him again. He jumped to his feet and stuck a finger in her face.

"You agreed to this on purpose! Why didn't you warn me," he growled as she shot him back with a god bolt. He landed in the wall behind him and she smiled at him as he crumbled to the floor.

"You should know not to question a goddess. You should have known not to come to me until you read the fine print. I cannot undo what has been done. That would require a power that I do not possess Aiden.

"Perhaps you should talk to the Greek fates about what you've done," she commented before sending him away with a flick of her wrist. She walked over to her throne on top of the high dais inside her temple and smiled stroking it with the palm of her hand. Being a daughter of Chaos was always good for a laugh when things went right, but in Aiden's case, where things turned for the worst, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She sat down on the throne and thought about who to reach out to next, but she didn't hear anyone calling for her.

"Have the pitiful humans finally learned their lesson," she rhetorically asked herself as she leaned forward in her throne. "I think not," she answered herself as she leaned back focusing harder. There had to be someone who wanted her help. Someone had to be looking for a miracle, but where should she look first.

"Hmm, it's Marti Gras season, maybe I'll go for a walk in New Orleans and see what dark powers are stirring. That always brightens my mood," she spoke to herself since her attendants had left when Aiden had arrived. Her attendants were strictly males and mostly virgin, but that didn't take long to cure. She stood up and flashed to a back alley in New Orleans Louisiana.

She smiled at the wild colors and drunk humans walking around. She disguised herself as a brunette with light blue eyes and pale skin, so that other preternaturals wouldn't notice her. She didn't want any other preternatural nasty's to find her here. It was one place she loved and hated.

New Awlins was her favorite place to visit, because of the chaos that usually took place. It was also her least favorite place due to all the Preternatural's who crawled around the city and seemed to come in droves, but the worst of all was her half-brother.

He didn't even know she was his sister and she wanted to keep it that way. The last time they'd met he'd scorned her for how carelessly she used her powers and to top it off he had called her selfish. She could feel her anger mounting as she thought of the tall black haired God of Fate.

If only his friends and Dark Hunters knew who he really was. I doubt they'd follow him, but then again they're a tight group. She thought as her heart ached for that kind of relationship, but that wasn't to be. If her brother knew about who she really was he'd probably kill her or cast her out like a common dog.

She wouldn't be able to handle that kind of rejection again. She'd handled it once with their mother, and that was enough to make anyone loathe their family. The only company she'd known was the men who were her attendants and she'd never let them get close enough to touch her or know about her true form. They saw her as the Goddess of Wishes, like a genie in a lamp.

She granted the wishes of those who pledged something to her. Sure, she'd had her fill of it, but she knew no other life. Wishes were fickle things, always changing and never what the being truly wanted.

She held her mother's powers, but she also had a terrible secret, her father. She concealed her powers on her best day, but when her day went wrong she was uncontrollable, which was another reason she'd stayed away from relationships.

She didn't want to hurt anyone and since her mother refused to acknowledge her she had no one to help her. She didn't blame her mother though. Being the daughter of Chaos and Creation wasn't something anyone dealt with easily if at all.

She walked aimlessly down a side street unable to focus on much of anything as her thoughts swirled. Maybe she should tell her brother, he had been merciful in the past, but could he forgive her or would he look at her as a pain in the ass. She couldn't judge her brothers actions. She could, but she didn't want to add that to her repertoire.

Maybe she should try a new hobby. Reading perhaps, yes, that would pass the time. Maybe she could actually do some good her in New Orleans. She looked up and noticed a hanging sign.

That had to be a sign from the fates. They had never been nice to her, so right now she was suspicious. Her gut told her fate was about to change for better or for worse.