Divine Assistance (Divine Assistance, #1)

by L.G. Estrella

Love always had been close to Mischief, and she got along well with Mayhem and Rabble too.

He could still remember the last time he’d asked her to make something. She’d come up with some kind of nightmarish demon beast. Mortals called it the honey badger, a most unsuitable name for such a ferocious creature.

Death stared. Good grief. And people thought he was the evil one? He was just doing his job. Life was the one who went out of her way to make things like the mobra. Then again, that was how she was. She loved to create new forms of life, and she endeavoured to make them as interesting as possible. Sometimes, interesting meant cute and cuddly puppies and kittens. And sometimes, interesting meant vicious, hungry, and equipped with about fifteen different ways to kill other mortal creatures.

The truth was that what most mortals wanted, more than anything else, was to be understood and to know that someone cared about them. It explained so much of their art.

Yet the teasing smirk on her lips gave him pause. Oh, she was the goddess of love – as well as all other emotions – but she and Mischief were best friends for a reason.

Muse’s realm was the glorious ideal that all poets, writers, artists, and dreamers sought in order to give their lives meaning and inspiration. As such, it was an unbelievably confusing place for even other gods since it was constantly changing.

“I convinced them they were drinking watered down wine, but it wasn’t actually watered down at all. It was the strongest stuff their vineyards could produce. They were all too proud to question it, and none of them wanted to look weak in front of the others.” It was her favourite kind of trick, the kind where she gave mortals some rope and let them hang themselves due to their own faults.