Mantle of the Gods [LitRPG / Slow Burn / FTB Harem]

Rix was missing.

It wasn't all that Gesai had said, but it was what was registering. I stared at the teacher, who I usually forgot was in that position. She was only seven years older than me, and when you're eighteen, that can seem like a lot to some people, but to me, she felt like a peer. The silver-skinned, red-headed woman glanced from me to the Goddess beside me. Gesai was wringing her gloved hands together as the silence grew. She wore the lacy white gloves to hide the scars on her hands and arms from when she'd used a sword that was Tiers above her to silence a Bandit before he could spill my secret.

I was grateful for what she'd done, but even if she hadn't, she was still someone I cared about. It didn't register why she'd be worried about how Klix would react until my brain caught me up on the rest of her sentence.

Pixie was missing too.

I moved in between the two, not that me being between them could slow her down any more than a fly could stop a door from closing. I was level five, and she farmed the eighty-first floor of the Dungeon.

But I was hoping that because I was a Godling and she wanted me to help strengthen her daughter, who everyone thought was my cousin but was really my great niece. Gods lived a long time, and the God we were pretty sure was my dad was her great-grandfather, even though she was a week younger than me.

Klix's red eyes looked like they could burn through the wall, and her snow-white skin was starting to turn ash-colored as her black blood rose to the surface.

"WHERE?"

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The word was spoken softly, but the amount of rage behind it made me wince in pain. If she'd screamed, it probably would have knocked me out. I was thankful she was trying to be considerate of us.

"Krisa's Cellar."

The words were barely out of Gesai's mouth before the Goddess was gone.

"How?" Oz stood up as she buttoned her shirt back up.

I'd been trying to copy the outline of the seal that bound us all together onto the golden redhead that was sleeping on a cot beside me. A demon had put a seal on her, and when Trent Vowler, my unconscious teacher on the other side of Astrid Harlax, tried to remove it, his mind had been trapped inside it. We'd killed the demon, but only someone weak enough to not trigger the trap within the seal could modify it. I'd had to modify the seal since the golden woman hadn't been comfortable with pledging the rest of her life to me, and even though I could have forced her to accept it, that just felt wrong. That was how most of the other Gods would have acted, and I didn't want to be like them.

I looked over at the only other person in the room. The snow-white woman with red eyes and shark teeth was picking at her hands. Miel was Pixie's half sister and the mother of my classmate and lover, Ether. The older woman was in jeans and a t-shirt instead of her regular red armor that she wore. I had a feeling she'd been with them; I couldn't remember if she'd been going. It'd been a long night and I hadn't even remembered the name of the restaurant that I'd missed out on because the seal had deteriorated much faster than we had thought it was going to.

"What happened?"

"I don't know." Miel shrugged and looked at Gesai, which I thought was a little empowering for the silver woman since the Nephilim, a child of a God and an Adventurer, was old enough to be her mother.

"Rix got up to..." Gesai shrugged as she struggled for the right word. "Do Rix stuff. Pixie got up and followed her and Miel was right behind Pixie." She nodded at the older woman.

"They both got sucked into a portal." Miel let out a nervous breath. "We've got Cultists in the city."