AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

My grandparents sacrificed themselves to destroy a demonic box. And these same people are lecturing me about how I handled Lamashtu? I feel warm and fuzzy that they want to protect me still. I just wish they had given more thought to protecting themselves.

Daji grips my grandfather's hand. "This is outrageous!"

Gramps smiles. "Fierce Daji. Always ready to fight for us."

"Oh, I haven't even begun," she vows. "The Consortium will pay for this. They will pay. They've gone not hiding, but we will find them. And why, oh why, didn't you call us when you found the Dybbuk Box?"

Gram blushes. "We got over our skis. We thought that after all that time of dealing with gods and dempns that we could get the Dybbuk Box ourselves. Quickly. Quietly."

Daji growls. "I got rid of Crevuz. He refused to tell us what happened. He was banned from the Wendigo. I think he may have been a Consortium plant."

"Oh, Daji." Gram gives her a skeptical look.

Chapter 156: A Lot to Process