God Rage

Her gaze slid from me to Coral, who was now frozen in place, the kitchen knife still in her hand. The demon chef's eyes widened, and she took a tentative step back, her usual confidence replaced with a wary respect. The air was thick with the scent of rain and ozone, the power of Calla's presence making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Coral Inferno," Calla's voice boomed, "you stand in the kitchen of the man who bears my mark. Who are you to him?"

The demon chef remained still, her eyes fixed on the floor. "I-I am his... chef," she stuttered, her usual confidence wavering like a candle in a storm.

To my surprise, Calla's fierce expression softened into a warm smile. The storm clouds in her eyes parted, revealing a gentle glow that seemed to warm the very air around us. "Oh, you're much more than that," she said, her voice light and cheerful, almost musical. "I can see it, the spark of our union in your eyes. You're his lover, aren't you?"

Coral looked up, a hint of confusion in her gaze. "Lo-lover?" she stuttered, the knife in her hand trembling slightly.

Calla's laugh was like the peal of thunder, warm and welcoming despite its power. "Yes, my dear," she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "A mate. A companion. A... delicious addition to our little family."

Her eyes danced with excitement, and she stepped closer to us, her hand reaching out to cup Coral's cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Cal," she said, her voice softer now, a gentle breeze rather than a storm. "To find someone who can stand by your side, who can complement your strengths with their own... it's a rare and precious thing."

Coral's face flushed, the heat of the goddess's touch warming her cheek. "I-I didn't mean to..." she began, but Calla silenced her with a gentle shake of her head.

"Don't apologize," the Thunder Goddess said, her voice a soft purr. "Your love for Cal, your passion, your fire... it's all part of the dance of creation, the same dance that brought me into being. And now, you're a part of it too." She stepped back, her form shimmering like a mirage. "I've been watching you both, and I see the potential in your union. You complement each other so perfectly—his lightning and your flames, a tempestuous embrace that could shake the very heavens."

I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious at the thought of Calla watching our every move, but her words brought a warmth to my cheeks that was more from pride than embarrassment. "Well, if it's alright with you, I guess we're in this together," I said, trying to keep the tremor of excitement out of my voice.

Calla chuckled, the sound like the tinkle of a thousand wind chimes. "Of course, it's alright with me," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "In fact, I find it quite... enchanting. The dance of love and passion is the lifeblood of creation, and you two are quite the pair."

"I don't know Calla that seems pretty creepy", I tell Calla honestly.

"Creepy?" she echoed, her smile widening. "Well, if that's how you wish to address me, Cal Teo, then so be it." There was a playful edge to her voice, as if she enjoyed the idea of being seen as something other than a divine being. The room seemed to pulse with energy as she leaned in closer, her breath hot on my skin. "But remember, I am still your goddess, your patron, the one who granted you this power. And as your Creepy Calla, I expect nothing but your absolute devotion."

Her words sent a thrill through me, a mix of fear and excitement. I knew she didn't truly see herself that way, but the teasing was a gentle reminder of our pact. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her gaze upon me. "I'm sorry, Calla," I said, bowing my head slightly. "I didn't mean to disrespect you."

Her expression softened immediately, the fiery intensity fading away like the aftermath of a storm. "Oh, my love," she said, her voice a warm caress. "You never need to apologize to me." She stepped closer, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder. "You have done nothing but please me since I brought you back from the brink of oblivion. I trust you implicitly."

With a gentle squeeze, she stepped away, her form shimmering back into the powerful goddess I knew her to be. The room felt lighter, the air less charged with energy. "Now, go forth," she said, her voice a warm summer's breeze. "Do as you wish, conquer what you will. Just remember, you are never truly alone. My love and power are yours for the taking, whenever you need it."

Her words were a benediction, a reminder of the unbreakable bond we shared. I felt a surge of gratitude and excitement, the kind that could only come from being granted the favor of a goddess. "Thank you," I murmured, feeling the warmth of her touch lingering on my skin. "I won't disappoint you."

Calla's smile was dazzling, a promise of future joys and battles to come. "I know you won't," she said, her eyes alight with mischief. "Now, go. Enjoy the world, my champion. And when you're ready, bring me tales of your triumphs and conquests. I live for them."

With that, she was gone, the room returning to normal as if she'd never been there. Coral and I stared at each other for a moment, the echoes of her laughter still ringing in our ears. Then, with a shrug, the demon chef slid the knife back into its sheath. "Well," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "now that we have the boss's blessing, let's get started, shall we?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, eager to get the ball rolling.

Coral's eyes narrowed, and she tapped a finger against her chin. "Well, if you're looking for a challenge, I know of a place," she said, her voice dripping with intrigue.