Chapter 2-because I can't stop myself and I love Cassanite. A goddess of alchemy is too much fun to write. And francium is a real element and the most powerful alkali metals-which react extremely violently with water (nerd lecture over).
Cassanite was enjoying this. It was exactly the kind of thing a goddess of alchemy could get used to-violent, confused chaos. Usually she was invoked in desperate, a-little-too-late prayers, from alchemists who could see the tube bubbling over in a manner that hinted at imminent explosion. In fact, her only regular worshipper was a vampire named Cassandra who had the advantage of being an immortal alchemist with a talent for pulling herself together after the inevitable explosion. Technically Cassanite was also member of the oh gods as the commonest cry she heard was 'oh gods who put the francium in the sink?', or similar ('oh gods the crucible's really hit the flame now' was another popular one).
Cassanite was busy starting a divine feud with Anoia. Minor goddess always bicker. On reflection she probably shouldn't have burnt up her cigarette. It had made Anoia moody, and led to some notably savage thrusts of the golden toasting fork.
Twirl, slash, bat one of Blind Io's eyes away, dive behind pillar, laugh, stab, dodge, twist and...Cassanite loved this.
The poker was at Anoia's throat. With a maniac laugh Cassanite lifted a slender wrist upwards and disappeared in a cloud of acrid blue smoke, murmuring 'I always win.' The effect was rather spoilt when Fate's poker almost did her some serious damage, as she reappeared on the other side of the hall.
Offler, a fang still missing, was cackling in a nastily feral manner, as he tried to stab a rather flustered Astoria with a toasting fork.