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Chapter 2: Dinner with the Gods

Three days had passed since Andrew had begun his new life as the Fiancée of the war Goddess of America, and somehow everything seemed nice as he explored the manor. He was walking down the various hallways. The estate felt like a maze of never-ending hallways. It felt like an endless dream, though Andrew somehow thought it was a hassle.

“It’s like every time I go around this place; it just keeps changing. Even if I have a map of this place, It won’t work. It just keeps changing.” He muttered to himself. However, the manor reminds him more of a hotel designed for the rich than an average guy like himself.

Yet somehow, Andrew felt so empty. There wasn’t anyone to talk to; the help, as Raven had called them, sure they were everywhere. Though when he tried talking to them, they would say the same thing,

‘I’m sorry, Master, but I must be working maybe some other time.’ Or, ‘Master, I’m too low for you to acknowledge me.’ Andrew admitted that one wasn’t spoken out loud, but the way they barely even tried to talk to him made him wonder what they were thinking about. The fact was that they hadn’t even tried speaking to him. Ignoring him like he was some ignorant child had gotten on Andrew's nerves.

I’ve got to keep my temper in check; I don’t want to lose control again. He thought while rubbing his sides. Sure, he could have talked to Raven. It’s just half the time she was out doing her duties, as she explained to him around day two. So half the time, he wouldn’t see her till it was dinner time and when they went to bed.

Andrew groaned as he thought about the last couple of nights. The way she wore so few clothes. The Goddess wouldn’t look so sexy and tempting. That nighty barely hid anything; at that point, she should have just slept in the nude at the very least.

Andrew had thought about the first night they slept in that bed. The way she came in there gave him that lush smile as he was in there, wearing just a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. But Raven came in wearing that red lingerie that looked nearly translucent—the way she caused him to pop a boner.

Then she told him,

“We can’t have sex, Andrew, until our wedding night.” Now, this had caught him off guard. No sex, He hadn’t even brought it up. Though he supposed the stiffy he had was proof enough in her eyes, he couldn’t help but ask,

“Why not? If you don’t mind me asking?” It seemed Raven didn’t mind the question as she climbed into the bed, the way she swayed her hips showing off her muscular, solid body, The Goddess showing off those legs, and her six-pack. It made Andrew feel inadequate compared to being a bit heavy.

“It’s a rule where a Goddess engaged to a mortal must wait until marriage before they may consummate. It’s an old law, but even us modern Gods must follow.” The way she spoke in that quaint seductive voice as she rolled her finger,

“But you’ve only got a week, So I’m sure you’ll be strong enough to handle that.” She chuckled, giving him a near-evil smile. Something about it was pretty strange. Though he nodded,

“Fine, it shouldn’t be a problem. I mean, if it's one of your rules.”

That day, Andrew just hadn’t felt like having sex; he wasn’t sure if it was because of catching Tammy in bed with someone else. But it felt like his sex drive had vanished for the time being. Yet it didn’t stop the war Goddess, as she seemed ready and determined to turn him into a conquest. The way she wrapped her arms around him. She was teasing him while they lay in bed. How her firm breasts pushed into his back as she blew hot air in his back, and how she spoke. Soft and seductive.

Somehow the way she held onto him like a lover he’d been with for years had made the lower brain bring out the paddles of life on his sex drive, trying its best to revive the want for sex.

So far, the last three days had aroused him more than he had for a long time. Andrew wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose or if she was doing it by accident. Yet by day three, he couldn’t help but want to sleep with her. Andrew could imagine throwing her on the bed and taking her, Even though Andrew imagined that it would be more so her throwing him on the bed and riding him till he burst like a balloon.

His balls ached, enjoying that sweet release, but He tried holding on. Mainly cause it seemed like he wasn’t given a moment of privacy. When he was somewhere that would allow him to feel relief, it seemed like one of the maids would walk in on him while he was undoing his belt, Somehow killing the mood.

“If I didn’t know any better, she might be having me watched to keep me from getting off?” He mumbled to himself. Andrew would soon find himself heading off to the personal gym.

Yes, he managed to find the Personal gym on the second floor on his second day. Now Andrew wasn’t one of the most muscular guys. He needed to hit the gym, as he was growing a slight stomach. Yet, with how life went, he never had a chance—typically needing to work out. He never had time.

Yet when he discovered the place, he took the opportunity. The weights caused a slight strain as he lifted them. Over and over again as he repeated the process. It was the only thing that seemed to keep him busy.

Andrew tried keeping the memories away, not thinking of Tammy, though when he did, he couldn’t help but find the memory of her hurting him. It was like an itchy feeling he couldn’t scratch, but he kept pushing it as he lifted the weights. They might not have been fifty-pounders, but they would do at first. At the same time, he is trying to keep his mind off. He a hard grunt as he did another crunch. Before putting the weights down. He looked towards the treadmill, thinking he might try to run. Maybe slow at first, but he knew he’d go faster. But shook his head, knowing that could come later.

It could only mean one person as he walked out of the gym and headed downstairs to the front room. Then without warning, he heard a loud slamming, the way it echoed across the house. Andrew was correct as he looked over, seeing Raven, wearing her leather jacket, hair shifted back. She was grumbling about something. It didn’t take a genius to tell you that the Goddess of strength and war was in a bad mood.

“Those bastards, they think it’s easy doing my job, yet they keep making these demands from me; who do they think they are!” Raven grumbled as she took the jacket off, revealing the red shirt under it. She turned, looking at Andrew. If looks could kill, Andrew imagined he would have been dead on the spot the way she looked at him.

“Having a rough day?” Andrew said while he looked back at the angry Goddess.

“Just got some news, that's all; nothing to worry about,” Raven said, her expression softening; instead of looking like she was going to kill someone, Andrew thought she might have just beaten someone to an inch of their life. He imagined it wouldn’t be good for them, so he quickly spoke up.

“Want to talk about it? I mean, I’m all ears.” He said as he got in closer. Trying to be careful about what he did next, imagining that if he fucked up.

“I can’t hide it from you, and We’ll be having guests coming over tonight. I didn’t want to deal with them just yet. They’re just insisting.”

“Who are they?” Andrew asked while keeping himself perfectly calm.

“Some of the top gods from another pantheon, the usual, Odin, Zeus, Ra… The last thing I must do is deal with them right now, not so close to our wedding.” She muttered while rubbing her temple, trying to think about what she would do. She looked back at him as she started stating,

“I know this will sound demanding, but you can not fuck this up. When they come to dinner, you must be on your best behavior here; please trust me.” She moved in close, looking at him, the flash of red in her eyes, as Andrew wasn’t sure why, but it sent a chill down his spine.

“I’ll do my best, and what could go wrong… I mean, they’re just Gods.” However, Andrew knew he had probably jinxed them for even saying those cursed words.

Raven watched him, those red eyes glowing like hot coals for a second as she let out a sigh,

“Very well, though, know this; if you behave yourself, I will surely reward you.” She leaned in, her hand under his chin as she lifted it.

“So you better do your best to be a good boy.” She smiled with that lush voice, which only made Andrew shudder to imagine what she might be planning.

“I’ll do my best, Raven.” His voice mumbled as he could feel a spark in his stomach, a spark that might grow as time went on.

“Good, now I want you to prepare for tonight; they’ll be here around six o’clock.” She looked over to the wall where a clock was ticking away, the soft sound of its ticking somehow echoing into his ear.

“Get yourself ready, and I’ll send someone there to help you. They’ll ensure you look presentable when those old bastards arrive.” She whispered into his ears, that hot breath coming against him as he couldn’t help but let out a slight groan. The way she teased him at this point. The mere mortal of a man could feel him forgetting bits of his past. Yet still, he clung to every word of the Goddess before him.

“Now I’ll send someone to help you prepare and provide you with the proper clothes, and I can’t have them thinking you’re some kind of a slob,” Raven spoke brash while she snapped her fingers.

There a woman started running towards him. She was gorgeous long pink golden locks, and she wore a french maid outfit, though Andrew couldn’t help but think that it showed a bit more cleavage; her milky white breasts showed off as she bowed before her Goddess.

“Is there anything you need of me, Madam?” she spoke with cheer in her voice as she looked over,

“Or is it you who summons me, Master?” She added, looking at Andrew with eyes that reminded him of hunger; Raven looked at Andrew.

“This is Guinevere. She’s one of my favorite maids. Now please, Guinevere, can you take my future husband to our room and make sure he is prepared for dinner tonight with the other gods? I want him to look perfect.” Raven smirked while never looking away from Andrew,

“Now, don’t take advantage of this sweet Moth.” It was like on cue that Guinevere suddenly sprouted out moth-like wings, long fuzzy antennas popping from under her hair as she grabbed hold of Andrew's arms,

“Come master, and we shouldn’t keep the mistress orders waiting. Now hurry up.” She spoke up and dragged the man away, the confused look on his face. Guinevere had carried him off to his room, While Andrew couldn’t help trying to fight her off, trying to get out of her clutch, but somehow the moth woman was far more robust than he imagined; his head pushed back against her soft bosom, as he felt his dick getting hard against his will. He took a long deep breath, trying to think of anything that might get him soft. Baseball, Grandma with sagging tits down to her knees; Heck, he tried thinking of Max, that bastard, trying to make his erection disappear.

Though it seemed like his member remained stiff and robust, it would only go away when he got into a cold shower.

“Um, Guinevere, would you mind putting me down?

“Please call me Gwen Master; only Mistress calls me Guinevere, if you please, unless you are fine with calling me Guinevere, then I guess it is fine.”

“I mean, I don’t mind calling you Gwen,” Andrew muttered, finding the moth woman's excitement quite something. Gwen hovered around him, her hand reaching around as she suddenly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his chest.

“What, wait a minute, you don’t need to do that!” He called out fast, but it was too late as she tossed it onto the bed while she spoke up.

“Mistress Raven wishes for you to look your best, So that's what I’m going to do!” her voice speaking fast as she darted behind him as pushed her firm breasts against his back—causing Andrew’s face to turn bright red while she grabbed his belt, undoing it—the slick sound as she pulled it off in a single pull.

It reminded him of something his dad did when he caught him trying to smoke a cigarette when he was nine. Now that made him wince. As he still thought his ass was red from that spanking.

Gwen didn’t take time responding to him as she pulled his pants down. She was making it go down to his knees. His erection springs up, ready for anything right there, even while wearing his boxers.

“Gwen, I think that’s enough. I can take off the rest of my clothes, alright? Um, let me hop into the shower.” He found himself running to the bathroom. Or at least he tricked me. Andrew looked goofy as he shuffled his pants hanging around his ankles while he shuffled to the bathroom, trying his best to hide the boner.

Gwen, the moth woman, watched him for a second while she exclaimed,

“Did I do the wrong, master?” There was a twinge of sadness in her voice like she had upset him, not realizing that she had not upset him.

Andrew released a hard sigh standing in the bathroom, trying to catch his breathing as he began undoing the rest of his clothes. He stood there with a ragging stiff cock. As Andrew took long deep breaths, trying to relax. He had to admit he had a pair of blue balls growing as he bounced into the shower turning the hot water.

“Just got to relax. Make it through dinner, that's all.” Andrew told himself as he slowly washed his body. His dick started to soften after a few minutes as he scrubbed the soap across his chest.

The hot water washed over him while he was thinking about how he was soon about to meet other Gods, old gods, while he shuddered at the thoughts.

“It’s going to be like an ant visiting a picnic. I’m going to be the odd man out.” He mumbled, not even noticing the sounds of the door creaking. He was lathering his hair with shampoo when a hand grabbed his back.

“Master, would you like me to wash your back!” This nearly made him jump out of his skin as he turned around. The moth woman stood there giving him a wide toothy grin, and he slipped forward. He might have found himself going face-first into the wall. Though it seemed Gwen had caught him just in time, his nose brushing against the wall.

“Careful there, Master; we don’t need you smashing your face right before your big dinner.” She spoke so cheerful while taking the scrubber and getting his back.

“Thanks, though you don’t need to be doing this. I can wash. I’m not that helpless.” He spoke, trying to keep some dignity in him while feeling her scrubbing his back getting nice and deep.

“But Mistress demanded that I ensure you were properly prepared, and I can’t let her down. It’s my duty as a servant of the great Goddess!”

The hot water fell on him while Andrew continued trying to keep his mind off the naked woman behind him. Sure, she might not have been human. Thanks to the wings and antennas attached to her head. But she was a beautiful woman. One couldn’t deny that. You’d have to be mad to consider it.

“Just getting right into the spot, master,”

“Please just call me— call me Andrew, alright? No need for all that Master stuff.” He couldn’t help finding it uncomfortable. It was rather strange.

“If you insist, Master Andrew. I mean Andrew.” She giggled while moving over, getting his shoulders. She used her bare hand while rubbing his shoulder. Andrew couldn’t help groaning as he admitted it felt pretty good. Gwen’s hands felt firm on his shoulder as if she was rubbing out some of the knots he had.

Andrew would feel her pressing in closer as she muttered,

“I’m willing to do anything you desire, Andrew. It’s my duty as a servant of the house.” How she whispered it in his ear, her hot breath only made his eyes widen in shock as he found himself calling out.

“Well, if you look at that, I’ve got to get out of the shower and get dressed.” It was there Andrew bounced out of the shower, his naked ass showing as he started to pull a towel over him. The mothwoman watched him while she pouted at him,

‘Oh, you’re no fun, Andrew; I was just teasing you.” She muttered while using the curtains as cover, though it made her bust more prominent.

“Sorry, just right now, things are a bit weird; I’ve been here for a few days, But it's just… I’m sorry, It’s hard to explain.”

He moved around, lining the towel over him,

“Well, if you need to talk, I’m sure to be here, all you have to do is call my name, and I can pop over.” She smiled as she soon stepped out of the shower. Her breasts sagged down a bit though Andrew found himself looking at them. They were excellent, and her body was quite curvy.

“Thank I’ll keep that in mind.” He spoke calmly. At the same time, the mothwoman stood up and reached over, patting his shoulder.

“Finish cleaning up. I’ll get your suit ready.” She chirped as she headed out of the room; Andrew slouched, sighing. Not sure how to feel. While going on to shave the beard, he was growing and taking the razor over while letting the blade run down his chin. He watched himself while hearing the drawers open and closed from the other room. When he finished that, he grabbed a toothbrush and took care of that.

When it was all said and done, Andrew headed out of the bathroom, clean, shaved, and refreshed, as all his problems had temporarily washed away. Yet even Andrew knew those feelings would return and cling to him like every stink. Yet he felt clean for now.

The room was empty, Which made him guess Gwen had left him. His clothes laid out the fine suit laid there. He wasn’t the kind of person to wear this. Somehow it made him chuckle.

He would sit there naked for what seemed like an hour. His hand grabbed his phone as he messed with Facebook. He felt tempted to log into his profile, but he was afraid that someone in his family might notice he logged in and how they might react. So he didn’t think part of him wanted to make a profile. To check on them.

Soon he looked up at the clock he saw it was nearly time for him to head down. So he got up and began getting dressed.

It started simply putting it on till it landed over to the tie. Yes, that damn tie, as he started pulling it on, trying to get it looking nice and straight, but whenever he attempted to, it just looked like a horrible knot, and nothing like you’d see those wealthy businessmen wearing, he grunted,

“Come on, just work.” He mumbled to himself. It was times like this he wished he had one of those clip-on ties; it was less of a headache.

“Damn bloody thing.” He bitched out as he fumbled his hands around when he heard Raven's voice,

“Having trouble there?” She spoke when he saw her appear right next to him out of nowhere.

“It’s this damn tie, and it just doesn’t want to work.” He grunted while ready to toss the thing off. Though Raven moved in,

“Relax, you’re overthinking about it.” She began to move her hands around, slowly tying them up. Looking him in the eyes as she spoke.

“A tie is like war. You can’t just jump straight into it. You need to know how to do it and figure out where your enemies are and where they hide. Loop around them before you tie them up.” She soon tightened it up, pulling it right up. “Till you’ve got them where you want it.”

There Andrew looked down. The tie looked perfect, the correct form like those he’d seen in pictures.

“Oh… Thanks, Raven, I appreciate it.” He said, giving her a light smile.

“It’s no problem, besides I should help my future husband with small tasks like this though you should practice it. I can’t let others think my husband is incapable of simple tasks.” She winked at him. Raven snapped her fingers as her clothes transformed from a sleek leather jacket and pants to a long dress. Pure red, with no shoulder strings. It somewhat reminded Andrew of Jessica Rabbit from Who framed Rodger Rabbit. Showing off her legs and bust as she gave him that smile.

“Like something, Mr?” She spoke softly while Andrew rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh, um, you look pretty good there, Raven.” He spoke while trying not to look away from her eyes as she smirked.

“Well, good, we better head down there. Our guest’s are waiting up right about now.”

-000-

Heading down the stairs, they heard the doorbell ringing, and for a second, Andrew thought he heard thunder behind him. When one of the house servants opened the door, they walked in.

The first one was a man with white hair, a lightning scar running down his eye as he walked forward in a fine three-piece suit that looked Italian stepped in,

“Ahh, Lady Raven, seeing you this evening is so good.” He tipped the fedora he wore as he bowed his head.

“Ahh, Zeus, it’s an honor for you to return to my home; you haven’t been chasing any of the women in town, have you?” Raven spoke as she sat down on the final step.

“Oh Raven, you know I’m a married man, and I’d never chase after innocent girls.” He gave a shit-eaten grin that was clear he was trying to be a bullshitter.

“Zeus, you bullshitter, trying to lie; I remember you were trying to seduce one of my goddesses last time we met up.” A booming voice came as Ravens flew through the house they perched by the fireplace. Soon they began circling, and a man wearing a long thick coat, an eyepatch over one eye, and a long beard.

Andrew saw this and somehow couldn’t help but think if you put him in red, he might have been Santa Claus himself.

“Odin, you one-eye fuck, it’s good to see you, brother,” Zeus spoke up as he raised his hat, revealing the balding look of his white hair. With a jolly chuckle.

“It’s fine to see you, horny toad,” Odin responded with a jolly chuckle.

“Oh, but Odin, pal, you aren’t without trouble, trying to steal my story bother Horse.” Soon a black man walked in, and he wore a fine tan suit with large teeth and gave a healthy smile. Andrew notices the lapel pin on his chest. That Looked like a spider, but he soon realized it wasn’t a pin and was a spider hanging on the man; as he chuckled, looking at Raven,

“Ahh, Raven, as beautiful as always, how do you this fine evening? Mind if I tell you one of my great stories.” The man spoke while Raven giggled.

“Oh, and would this one be your tiger balls story, Anansi? I’m quite fond of those. How's been your travels?”

“It’s been fine, and I’ll tell you a web of tales.” He chuckled at his lousy pun as he looked over at Andrew, who couldn’t help looking at the giant spider that crawled over Anansi’s shoulder,

“Don’t mind Little Chima here; she won’t bite at all.” He chuckled as he grabbed the spider off his chest and put it on his face, allowing it to crawl over his face. He let out a head laugh as it crawled over him.

“I suppose, Sir,” Andrew spoke, trying to be polite.

“Oh, No need for the sir Crap. Call me Anansi.” He walked over, giving that wide smile as he shook Andrew's hand and shook it hard. As it nearly made Andrew bounce as he tried shaking back. Though found him caught by God’s death grip.

“Hmm, Brother, here’s doesn’t have a strong grip. hopefully, he’s a clever one, Raven sister.” Anansi spoke with that wide toothy grin that somehow made Andrew want to return the smile to him,

“I mean, I don’t think I’m stupid.”

“Oh, Don’t need to be smart to be clever; I’ve known foolish people who are clever in getting out of a situation. You’re only as stupid as you imagine it.” The spider god said while pointing over at his shoulder,

“Also, Little Chima, there seems to like you.” Anansi seemed to laugh at this while Andrew looked over and jumped in the air as he realized Anansi's spider had gotten on his shoulder somehow. As he imagined, it hissed at him before bouncing back to her master.

“Can we please get on with this Old Spider?” A voice sounding more boorish walked in from the door, where Andrew looked over, feeling somehow more relaxed after the spider got off him as he looked around. Two men stood there; one of them stood a pretty strong-looking man as if he somehow looked like the love child of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone. He stood there tall, wearing a black suit and tie, with that strong chin.

Next to him, though, was the opposite. Standing there was what Andrew thought was a little shit stain, thin and hunched over there, while he stood there, like the kind of snot that felt he was on top of the world cause he had money in the bank. Yet had no idea what to do with it.

The boy spoke up,

“Besides, we need to get some dinner and get this over with.” The young man said while the buff man eyed him with much contempt. Clearly like he didn’t want to spend time near the person, but rolled his eyes,

“I’m sorry, Raven, Brutus here isn’t happy. It seems as though he is having a bad day.”  The man spoke calmly while the smaller one named Brutus turned, looking at him, grinding his teeth.

“No problem, Ares. Please tell me, how is Aphrodite doing?” Raven asked, smiling at him as she pretended not to notice Brutus, who seemed to only scowl at Andrew. Andrew is doing his best to ignore the little troglodyte.

“She’s doing fine. She sends her condolences, but you know how it is. Much to do,” Ares spoke with a chuckle while moving in. Andrew found it odd since he always imagined Ares, the God of war, to be far more destructive and wilder, like he was ready to bust heads in a moment, but the man seemed more relaxed while he moved through the room, while the other gods nodded,

“If there’s anything else, Raven, I think I’ll head to the dining room myself. I’m starving from my flight.” Anansi said as he moved around, giving Brutus a dark look like he was planning a severe trick on the lad.

Raven chuckled,

“Well, if there aren’t any others coming, I think we should head to the Dinning room.” She spoke before hearing another one, a feminine voice,

“Are you forgetting someone?” Raven's eyes twitched briefly, clearly not wanting to deal with more guests. Though She looked over,

“Oh, Annabelle, It’s good to see you again, Dear.” She spoke while Andrew saw her, and his eyes almost bugged out of his eyes.

The woman was a tall, slender woman with short black hair with wire-rimmed glasses, but the most prominent thing about her was her breasts. They were a large pair, prominent as she walked forward, holding a scythe in her right hand as she walked in.

“Come on now, it can’t be a party without me, and who might this handsome fellow be?” She spoke calmly, giving a smile as she moved in.

“Oh, Annabelle, this is Andrew; he’ll be my future husband-to-be,” Raven said while Annabelle smiled,

“Nice to meet you, and I’m glad you can find someone; you deserve to find some lust, Oh I’m Annabelle, Goddess of Death and Lust; I’m a part of Raven’s Pantheon; I heard the call and decided to join in while I was here. Figured I’d meat the one who stole the boss's heart.” Annabelle smirked while she watched Raven for a second, like there was a knowing look on her face as she began to strut away.

“We’ll she’s…. Something.” Andrew muttered while watching her walk away. Trying not to stare for a minute, Raven shook her head.

“There’s a reason she’s the American Goddess of Lust and Death. Just come on; dinner should be ready.” She said while grabbing his shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze. Andrew didn’t know how to feel about this—soon following her.

-000-

Dinner seemed to go without a hitch while they sat there. Andrew sat there for a moment of silence while the gods seemed to watch each other without many words. However, Andrew found Brutus staring at him the worst while He tried to enjoy the steak before him.

Andrew leaned in towards Raven as he whispered,

“Did I do something to offend him? He keeps staring at me.” He did his best to keep his voice calm.

“No, not at all, my dear; Brutus there is simply jealous of you. He has been eying me for the last two hundred years.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be having so much trouble if you kept your end of the Bargain Raven,” Brutus said, stabbing his fork into the table. Ares sits beside him, annoyed, like he didn’t want to babysit the young God.

“Why Brutus, I haven’t broken any bargain. If you remember clearly, Zeus was there when we made the deal.”

Zeus put down his glass of Brandy as he nodded,

“Yes, Brutus, She is upholding her end of the deal; we did give her the time to find someone to marry. We have to honor it.”

“But it’s clear she is using this mortal to get out of the deal!” Brutus spoke out, his eyes on Andrew like he was about to try to incinerate him with a hand touch. Raven though stood up as she looked at the child of a god.

“Listen here, as our deal was, I would find myself a husband and provide your pantheon a replacement god; that was the deal.” Raven’s face seemed to turn bright red, filled with anger. Andrew watched as her arm grew more muscular at that, like she was about to slap a bitch.

“Brutus, we had a deal, now sit down. We are here to meet and speak with Raven, not cause trouble.” Zeus spoke, his stern expression on his face, while he nodded to Odin and Anansi.

“Little Brutus there looks cranky there, Horny toad; mind shutting him up there, Zeus,” Anansi spoke, rubbing his head, clearly wanting to enjoy his meal and drink.

“Um, If you guys don’t mind me asking… What deal?” Andrew asked, raising his hand as he felt like the odd man looking towards them. The Gods seemed to look at him for the moment. Ares chuckled, somehow finding this amusing.

“Raven, did you not tell your future husband what the deal was?” He spoke, slapping the table, causing the glasses to shake.

“I was going to be telling him soon, but thanks to Brutus here, the cat is out of the bag.” She sighed, almost imagining what she might do if she had a chance.

“Well, Andrew, One of my gods, Named Liesmith, had caused a little trouble, as Annabelle would likely tell you.” Raven pointed towards the busty Goddess, who was eating away as she smiled, not really paying attention to the ordeal.

“Now, while she managed to kill the moron, Somehow the fucker managed to bring him back to life, and his actions resulted in him killing Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun.” She eyed Zeus for a second, clearly more frustrated with him now.

“So Zeus wanted compensation since it was his son, and one of their important Gods, I had to replace him. I offered one of the angels in our group to take over. But no, Zeus, you old lightning dick decided. He wanted a new child to raise, and since He can’t take a chunk out of Liesmith, I have to do the repaying as head of my Pantheon.” She growled more as she took the butter knife in hand, bending it in half. While Zeus leaned back, tilting his fedora.

“And I was supposed to take her as my wife, as the representative of The Greeks, yet she refused,” Brutus muttered, clearly annoyed.

“Now she’s picked you a mortal, and what will we get, Some Demigod child who might not even be strong enough even to take Lord Apollo’s job,” Brutus spoke up with a grunt, While Raven smirked, resting her chin on her hands,

“Well, explain Heracles, wasn’t he a mere Demigod Child before he because of a  God himself? Would you dare say that to his face Brutus?” She teased him more while watching him while Brutus felt the eyes on him.

“Heracles was different. He is the son of the great Zeus, but how would we know that you have a demigod child that would result in a powerhouse like him and not some weakling.”

Raven stood up, her eyes flashing red, as she walked around the table.

“Oh, But Brutus, you seem to forget while you are part of an old pantheon, a powerful one, I am an American God, and We might not be as old and prominent; our nation may not even know we exist, but we are strong.” She walked over to him, her hips swaying as she winked at Annabelle like she was giving him a hint. The other Goddess sat there observing what might happen as she watched the other gods.

“We are many; our powers pour through the land, feeling its essence. But do you know what America’s greatest strength is?”

“What your cheeseburgers and Arrogance,” Brutus said while reaching down to his fork, watching the Goddess.

“No, it’s more than that, you see America takes its strength from one simple thing.” She suddenly reached over, grabbing Brutus by the neck and lifting him with her arm. The God began choking out as he held her hand.

“It’s our diversity. We don’t just fuck our sisters or brothers and call it a day; we’re not inbred idiots. No offense Zeus.” She spoke to him calmly while choking out the Greek God. Zeus raised his hand while watching, amused by one of his being choked away.

“So you dare come into my home and insult my future husband for being mortal when you’re pantheon is known for being all related to Zeus himself, and dare call them weak 'cause I refuse to marry your scrawny spoiled ass.” She tossed him down on the ground while looking over to Ares.

“He claimed me and My chosen husband would make weak children, But as far as I see it, if I had a kid with him, it would make an insulting god.”

Andrew watched this, and for a second, he thought he could feel the power coming off her as the minor God took a long deep breath.

Zeus stood up,

“Well, now that we’ve embarrassed Brutus. I hope you don’t invite us to your wedding, my dear.” The King of the Greek Gods bowed while Raven smirked.

“Why, I wouldn’t deny allowing you to come, Zeus, and it would be so nice to see your wife again.” Raven bowed with a broad smile as she looked at the other gods.

Andrew watched as Brutus stood up, his hair disheveled as he looked daggers at Andrew while he sat back down.

“You know, I think this will make a fun story to tell Br’er Rabbit; he is going to be laughing and laughing his fuzzy butt off,” Anansi said while he finished his meal. Knowing he was enjoying the unexpected show with his dinner.

Eventually, all dinners end, and for the gods, it seemed like it was time as they soon got up and ate, Ares dragging Brutus off, that dirty look on his face never left. But none of the Gods acknowledged it. Anansi went soon after as he gave the two a nod.

“Well, Raven, I say tonight’s dinner was more excellent,” Zeus said while kissing the back of Raven's hand. “I think I will follow what my doctor tells me to take a virgin tonight and call him in the morning.” He chuckled while walking out the door. Soon the others would leave till it was just Odin, Who looked at Andrew. Then looked back at Raven,

“Miss. Raven, can I speak with your Fiancée for a moment?” Raven looked at them both for a moment and knew that Odin wouldn’t be a threat to her, or her husband nodded before leaving the room and heading upstairs, leaving them both alone for the time being.

“Andrew, know this….” Odin Spoke while looking towards the mere mortal.

“Um, what is that?” Andrew found himself asking the ruler of the Aesir Gods.

“Unlike most gods, Like Zeus, Anansi, even Ra, and yes, including Raven there. We of the Norse know we are destined to die. But they don’t realize that Ragnarök is destined for all gods. Thus why is it called, The Twilight of the Gods? My Pantheon knows how we meet our end.” He spoke while looking toward him,

“So why are you telling me this?” Andrew asked,

“Because knowledge is power, and Raven there is a young god; she is strong and thinks she’s invincible. But she needs a balance, someone to keep her in check. You might be the key to that. Otherwise, the American Gods might fall without even realizing it.”

Odin explained as he walked away. Odin began turning into Ravens as they flew out into the night sky.