by RolliPolli23
When a terrified girl accidentally selects every single god in the pantheon, all eighteen of us get dragged into her mind. Unfortunately, I — Arion, the Master of Shadows — am the one stuck managing them. Now I’m babysitting a pantheon of divine disasters: a Sun God who won’t stop singing Storm Twins who treat mortals like chew toys a Beast God with golden‑retriever energy a Fate Goddess who only speaks in riddles a Trickster who keeps trying to pickpocket reality and my radiant wife, the Goddess of Light, who insists she’s the only one the girl meant to choose The mortal? Her name is Kinlee. She’s overwhelmed, underprepared, and now hosting eighteen gods in her head. This isn’t her story. It’s ours. A divine comedy about a shadow god, a panicking mortal, and a pantheon that absolutely should not be allowed unsupervised access to a human brain.
