Happily Ever After. Not Tales of the Unfortunate by D.A. Sanford - HTML preview

The Supreme Goddess

Jelaz is a goblin woman who is very beautiful, very powerful and very good at keeping it that way. She will enchant the most pious person without a thought if she can benefit.

You would gladly shed your blood, give up your life if she even looked your way.

Jelaz knew it.

Her life started as an ordinary female goblin child but slowly, as she started to grow, her parents and the community noticed that she was becoming a beauty. Her parents knew that she would become someone that was going to be sought after. They began to groom her to be able to get her mated to someone of great status.

In doing so, they inadvertently praised her so much that she started to actually feel superior to everyone else. That included her parents.

By her coming of age, she was in total princess mode. Don’t let that title sway you. She was ruthless. To get her way, she would ruin or dispose of anyone. After all, she was more important than those lowly peasants.

Jelaz had never gotten her hands dirty. She had followers that gladly would do anything for her for just a word of praise from their princess. When she heard someone utter a contrary word about her, mysteriously the person would go missing. Male or female, it did not matter.

Her ambition was to be the goblin ultimate ruler. She would do anything to gain that dream. Empress Jelaz, no, that title was not good enough. Supreme Goddess is the only fitting name for her. She did not want anyone to utter her name ever again. That would insinuate that she was mortal.

In her mind, the lower gods, as they should be, lower, are doing her bidding. Her following knew of her title and would do anything to help her. The mate of the emperor suddenly became sick and shortly died. The emperor was in mourning.

Jelaz had a few of the higher nobles in her admirers, so she got one to take her to the funeral where she comforted the grieving emperor. Over a short period of time, she charmed her way into his life and became his empress.

Using her charm and of course, her allure, she charmed him into making a decree that a female could be in power if it was a situation that the emperor was incapacitated. Good timing because a month later, the emperor fell ill and lapsed into a coma.

Her healer told the people that the coma is what is going to help him recover. Jelaz took over in the interim.

She assured all the goblin world that they were safe and that she would make sure of that. She promoted some of her followers to top positions in her government then declared that the nobles that helped her were plotting to take over the rule. They were the ones that poisoned the empress. Actually, true but.

They were summarily executed before they could speak.

Her followers started the movement to call her the Supreme Goddess.

At first she professed that she was not worthy. When some of her followers killed themselves because she refused to claim the title, she acquiesced and humbly accepted the title. She made it.

The one that killed themselves were the ones in on drugging the emperor.

She had to wait on declaring herself the one and only ruler. She had plans for the emperor. They had to wait. Too soon and it would be obvious that she was behind it all so he would have to sleep.

One day, she received word that he had passed. Jelaz had told her staff that he was to be placed in the mausoleum as soon as he passed. So, her not seeing the dead body was not necessary.

She made the announcement that he had died but she would remain the leader due to her divinity. She now started to clamp down on any talk of her not being divine. Anyone that thought otherwise was publicly executed.

This went on until one day, something or should I say someone walked in. That person was the emperor himself. He wasn’t dead. Loyalists spirited him away. It took all this time to truly heal him but healed he was.

When he heard of what has happened, he knew who was behind it. There was started a clandestine paper posting of her orchestrating all the deaths and elevating herself to god hood. The royal guard was convinced.

When he returned to the palace, much to her horror, the guards chained her.

At her public trial she was exposed as a murderer, not a god. Even her parents were accused of abetting due to the way she was raised. She was found guilty.

The emperor found that death would be too easy on her. He had to think of a long lasting punishment.

He had a room specially prepared for her in the palace. This had an outer door that was off an office. That office was a street accessible one that had gone unused.

Jelaz had a single ankle chain secured to the wall. The room had a shower, toilet and bed. She was fed three meals a day. A female attendant would wash her and give her, her meals. The attendant was to always make sure that she was kept healthy and pretty.

The public came to that office. The attendant was there to collect the fee. For one copper, you could pleasure yourself with the goddess.

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I am time’s mate

I knew that I was destined to be his when he called me on my fake irritation.

“Do you know how long we have been waiting?”

I said looking angry.

“I bet no time has gone by, so, you cannot say you have been waiting. Not a second has passed.”

At that moment, I did not know how it would work. I was six inches and he was a towering giant ten times my size. This is the first time that love has caught me in its grasp and I did not want to be released.

He had a task. We had a ship. Our job, as imps, was done on this planet so we welcomed something different. He met with all the gods on one planet. We imps were kept on the ship.

I felt something happening when he was with them.

We were watching on the ships screen, sitting on the control panel. I started to grow. My fellow imps were scattering as I fell off the now small ledge. Unlike when I was six inches, the fall seemed very short, like I had tripped.

The males and my females were all cheering and whistling. I stood up and realized that I was no longer my old size, I was now almost equal to his height.

The god of fate appeared to us.

“He is now the god of time. We have found that you are in love with him. You are his perfect mate. That is why we adjusted you to his size. You need to prepare. He is bigger than his height implies.”

Fate disappears. My mate, I could only dream, but here he is. Now we have our own realm. All the small houses and each with small golf carts. Our house was large and our bedroom was spacious.

He truly is a large imp in all aspects. We have real imp fun. He told me that he never had anyone that he could call a lover let alone a mate. He told me that he has fallen in love with me. I also have fallen in love.

As the god of time, my mate, along with his fellow imps are to correct some things.

Some of the corrections were to attitudes of rulers and towns.

We imps love to play pranks. It doesn’t matter who you are. Just ask the Boss man about imps drowning in his pool. That gag is loved by the vacationing imps at the god’s world. Each group that visits has to try it. He falls for it every time.

Normally, there is a village, town or even a city that needs pranks to be pulled as retribution for the way they treat each other. Sometimes it needs to be a loose carpet edge that will cause a trip that results in a fatal fall. That is not the usual but it is better than destroying a world.

Now that we have my mate, the legendary big imp of our lore, the imps have been getting very frisky. Most of the ladies have had babies. We now have enough imps that half can go on vacation and we still have more than we had before my mate.

My mate, I sit here and try to write but my always go back to my mate. I am so lucky to have what I was missing but couldn’t hope for. My mind drifts off and my pen drops to the journal.

That is alright, All of us are out of time. Eternally between tick and tock. My writing, I have eternity to write but right now, thinking of him, I am getting very nice thoughts about what we do together.

I need to stop here. I’m wet and he knows exactly how to deal with it. It is fun being an imp.

Author’s note:

Mood swings. I know that I said that this was a book about dark endings but I cannot help myself. I was using an AI program to generate a woman writing. I will change the description slightly each time.

The picture at the beginning of this story came up and I immediately knew that she was time’s mate. I had to write about that timeless imp that grew happy.