Interlude 14

  Amaranth stretched as she put her pen down. “Father, I must say that I dislike this horribly.” She said and looked over her shoulder towards where her father was sitting in the chair that he had brought along. The reading sofa chair was at least three hundred pounds and was easily large enough for someone like a Setanta or a goliath to sit in. Isaac was lounging in it with one leg thrown over one of the armrests and his head resting on his fist whose elbow was on the opposing armrest.

  “I agree.” He replied with a frown. “Having overlapping geography on our divine domains is uncomfortable.”

  “It is all the worse for me because I am not strong enough to supersede you and mother’s combined divine authority.” Amaranth grumbled.

  “Meanwhile, in your section of our space, I feel like I am wading through ice water whenever I try to do something.” Isaac frowned. “Is it because you are trying to keep me from doing whatever I want?”

  “I have been, yes.” Amaranth confirmed.

  “That’s just rude.” Isaac commented.

  “Not as rude as you kidnapping someone for a prayer and money while telling me about your early adventurers. Do not think that I cannot still feel everything that goes on in my own domain, father, and I find that incredibly rude.” She confronted him.

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  “They are not meant to overlap, but they have in the past.” Isaac explained. “There was once a demigod who was losing a fight to a mortal, in front of a ton of people, inside of his own divine domain, and the mortal ascended during the battle. For a brief time, there were two overlapping divine domains. The first demigod died soon after though so there is no actual written account about the experience from either side.”

  “I feel like we should have done that fight somewhere else. Arranging for your daughter’s divine domain to be permanently stuck inside of your own, especially when your daughter is nearly seventy, just feels like you are treating me like I am still a child. I have my own children, father, and I might have liked to have my domain be planted wherever they end up.” Amaranth went on.

  “You mean the children that are; a shadow sorcerer, a warlock to me, and an alchemist currently residing in the Safeharbor Mages College which is actually your great-aunt’s old inverted tower? Those children?” Isaac very pointedly reminded Amaranth that her children were not likely to ever move out of Safeharbor.

  Amarnath sighed. “Fine. You are right. Being stuck here was the best call.” She said right before she added in a rush: “That does not mean I approve of your deific duties.”

  “Your mother does not actively approve either, but that is just the way it goes. People pray and it is my duty to answer.” Isaac replied.

  “Because they pay you in coin and power.” Amaranth accurately expounded.

  “Because they pay me in coin and power, yes.” Isaac agreed. “Now, stop trying to fight me on my divine duties, and go see to that new pile of problems that should be delegated to a mortal who needs money to feed their family.”

  Amaranth narrowed her eyes on her father. She hated having other people do her work for her, mostly because she always wanted it to be done her way, the right way, and didn’t necessarily trust anyone else to do it like that. He just so happened to always give her a very good reason for why she should hire on a few assistants, gods knew there were always plenty of applications from young nobles who were low on their own succession lines.

  Isaac chuckled. “Yes, let the negative feelings flow through you my daughter, which is what I would say if you were still mortal.” He then shook his head. “But I don’t actually get any measurable power from pissing off the other demigods, it’s just fun to mess with Jeremy.”

  Amaranth sighed. “Please, we do not need anyone else trying to launch a crusade into Safeharbor.”

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