“What did you call us?” Mordecai asked incredulously.
“You don’t seem that surprised to see us,” Lana commented.
“You are now the Goddess and God of Justice,” Gildor explained. “And I am not that surprised since we have a seer who foretold this night. It was difficult to believe at first, consideringwho your mate is. However, once you showed up for the meeting with the council, it started to make sense.”
“Is that why you agreed to allow me to visit the prison?”
“Yes and no. I believed it was worth exploring if your secret-extracting ability could help people who are wrongly convicted. Whether or not you met your mate while you were here was left up to fate. Thankfully, everything worked out as intended.”
“Did your seer foretell the prison being destroyed tonight?” Mordecai asked blandly.
Gildor delicately cleared his throat. “Raziel’s visit was not part of the vision. My mate, Mara, is currently working with Kingston, Braxton, and some of the other gods to fix what was broken. I came here to greet you since we assumed you might be a little confused.”
“More than a little,” Lana confessed.
“There will be time for explanations later. I am just here to welcome you, and to inform you that as a god, the prison can no longer hold you.”
“He is innocent anyway,” Lana stated with conviction.
Gildor nodded sadly. “That is an injustice that will have to be addressed. Although nothing can make up for what you have lost, we will find a way to prove your innocence so we can announce it throughout the six realms.”
Mordecai waved that away. Now that he was free, the rest of that could wait. He was more focused on what had just happened to him and his mate. “How were Lana and I transformed into gods? Since we are both demons, that shouldn’t be possible here in the Fairy Realm.”
“That is what most people believe, but they would be wrong about that. Whether it is here in the Fairy Realm, in the Hell Realm, or in the Celestial Realm, the magical source is the same. Godhood isn’t determined by race, but by whether or not the magical source deems you worthy.”
“Are you saying that supernaturals could become gods in any realm?” Lana whispered. “So, the lake in the Fairy Realm is the equivalent of The Merit of Godhood Trials in the Celestial Realm?”
“You could call it such. Although there is no trial and error. Either the Sea of Glass deems you worthy, or it doesn’t. There is no second chance. And you may speak freely here. This island is our private retreat. Only a few people are allowed to come here or even know of its existence.”
“If the Sea of Glass can transform people into gods, why aren’t there any fairy gods here?” Lana asked.
Gildor grinned at them. “There are a lot of us. We just don’t like to announce it to outsiders.”
Mordecai chuckled. “Fairies and pixies can be a secretive lot. I’ve never heard of two individuals becoming gods at the same time before. Does this mean Lana and I share powers?”
“Possibly.” Gildor shrugged. “Or more likely, your abilities are able to work together in tandem. I am sure the answers you seek are somewhere in the information provided by the magical source, though that might take decades to sort through it all. I suggest the two of you experiment together using your new god powers and see what you come up with.”
He paused and glanced out toward the glassy lake.
“I must go. You may stay here as long as you like, or you may return home. The palace usually holds a banquet for whoever is blessed by the Sea of Glass, but I figured you might not be comfortable with that.”
“You’re right about that,” Mordecai agreed.
“If you change your mind, just let me know. We will be in touch soon. Enjoy your freedom, and congratulations on your mating and your godhood.”
With that, he disappeared.
Once they were alone again, Mordecai frowned. “So, we’re just free to go?”
“I guess so,” she said with a shrug. “I mean, who is going to stop us? We’re gods now. Bloody hell, that sounds strange. Anyway, where would you like to go? We can go anywhere within the six realms that you can think of.”
“I haven’t been free for a long time. Now that I am, it is sort of daunting,” he admitted softly. “Why don’t you decide?”
Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head against his chest. “Don’t worry, mate. We’ll take things slow. Actually, my friend, Ava, just mated a dark angel who is helping some reapers who just woke up from a magical coma they’d been in for centuries. While your situations are different, he might be able to help us. Perhaps we should at least speak to them to see if they have any tips on how to get you acclimated to the modern world.”
“Who is the dark angel?”
“Castiel Stormborn.”
