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the council that having to assume the form a humbled human being would persuade Eris to mend her ways and return to the Goddess Realm grateful and repentant.
    Unfortunately, Eris was not humble; she received wicked enjoyment from her earthly displacement. She misused her remaining goddess powers while on earth and was bent on destroying many lives.
    The goddess Kali, the protector of children, was summoned to earth to protect the unborn fetus of a female earthling known as Ajali.
    Kali assisted Ajali in destroying Eris with fire and returned her to the Dark Realm, a hideous holding place—a loathsome and eternal prison—for depraved, corrupt souls.
    Her mighty victory over Eris completely sapped her strength.Kali returned to the Goddess Realm and collapsed. The attendants of the goddesses carried Kali to a peaceful chamber where renewal and rejuvenation could be hastened with the calming scent of lavender, which permeated the air. Soft music, with its wondrous healing power, played without cessation while Kali slumbered inside a clear, crystal tomb.
    Daily, the goddesses formed a circle around Kali’s resting place and chanted the sacred prayer of healing. Mental images of brilliant white light surrounded the sleeping form of the warrior goddess. Despite this daily ritual, Kali’s recovery was taking much longer than expected.
    Unlike their mother, Tara held a much lower position in the hierarchy of goddesses; her opinion held no weight with the council. Seven times, she’d flung herself at the mercy of the council, advocating on her sister’s behalf, and seven times her request had been rejected.
    Though Tara sent her sister the telepathic messages that the council had stood firmly by their decision and that there was nothing she could do, Eris persisted in sending the atrocious images and impressions; no doubt taking delight in her sister’s soul-wrenching, mournful reaction.

E than wouldn’t stop screaming and Jen didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t distinguish if it was a cry of agony or if he was having some sort of emotional break. When he twisted his face into a grotesque mask that seemed to express pain, Jen yanked the phone out of the base, prepared to call emergency services.
    Then she thought about the consequences and hung up. If Ethan wasn’t near death, his mother would flip out. Catherine Provost didn’t want any unwelcome attention drawn to her son.
    Jen covered her ears. He continued screaming. She looked at the clock. He’d been steadily screaming for a half-hour. That wasn’t normal. Now, she was scared.
    She thought about the whispers between Carmen and Lizzy. Rumor had it that, moments after Ethan’s birth, right after he had taken his first breath, he had clearly shouted the word “bitch” and had never spoken another word since.
    It was only a rumor but, thinking about it right now, while the kid was carrying on, was really starting to freak her out.
    Carmen swore that she’d heard Catherine and the senator arguing over their child. She’d told Jen that Catherine had referred to Ethan as the senator’s demon son. And since then, Carmen had kept a silver crucifix around her neck, convinced that Ethan was possessed.
    Jen was also informed that the Provost household had a revolving door of nannies; young women who couldn’t deal with Ethan’s numerous, appalling eccentricities. Murmuring suspicions that Ethan was possessed, many of those former nannies had walked off the job without giving notice.
    Jen forcefully shoved those dreadful thoughts from her mind and refocused on the present: Ethan’s piercing scream. The shrieking sounded like something straight out of hell. His horrifying wail pierced her ears, threatened to puncture her eardrums.
    At this moment, while she was suffering, his mother was living it up, being adored by millions of voters. Jen couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to give up this