Chapter 0607

"And one of the children of the God of Darkness," I murmur, frowning, likewise staring into space. "Ole Darkie."

Jackson laughs at the Goddess's nickname for her ex. "And he's got enough of those to choose from," he murmurs. "So we'll maybe never know."

"Wait, what?" I say, sitting up a bit to peer down at him. "How many children does he have?"

"Like, a lot, Ariel," Jackson replies, frowning up at me. "Famously."

"What!?"

Jackson laughs lightly, pulling me down against him. "You need to study your religious texts, Clark," he murmurs, brushing his lips again over my hair. "This is your nation's religion too."

"I don't study religion," I say, shaking my hair haughtily back, making my voice hoity-toity and smug. "I am religion - I am a demigoddess, after all."

me, his eyes crinkling, because even if I am kidding

say with a happy sigh, settling back down against him. "Explain. I am ignorant and wanting of knowledge of what is, apparently, my own family tree. Enlighten me." "Okay," my mate says, pulling me tight. "But listen up, because I'm not explaining

But Jackson's soft laughter just lets me know how deeply I've failed. "Okay, I'll listen," I say with a grin,

the God of Darkness, as we all know, is...obsessed with your Grandmother. In some tellings of the mythology they're mates, in others they're just like...magnets, both drawn to each other or opposed inevitably according to whichever pole of the magnet they've got turned

for the past few hundred years or so - if not thousands

pulls away, the stories say, he gets incredibly jealous. And he takes out that

I whisper, a little delighted at the cosmic drama of

have resulted in kids. Some of them are just... normal kids - humans, wolves. Some of them are demigods, like you," I wiggle my shoulders back, preening, pleased

does that happen?" I murmur, frowning. "Like...I can see how you'd make a

shrug. "It all gets very...out of our realm of understanding. We exist in

my lack

over

ones. His two eldest children and the ones that I think the Goddess your grandmother is most bitter about – are twins. They're frequently

breathe,

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