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"You really are quite a pathetic excuse even for your own spieces.", he heard her say. "You've spent the whole morning moping over some worthless b***h you didn't even know."
Durgan just hugged the covers even tighter. He was done following her orders. Nothing good could come from this.
The goddess sighed and opened the window to his room, and then Durgan could her it clearer. It wasn't just his imagination.
"Murder! Look - the murderer painted me with the blood of his victim! He murdered her in cold blood! Oh, the pain, the pain!" How could she have followed him here?
"That poor old woman has been out there all night, ranting on and on about how you killed that poor, defenseless mother. You really made a star out of her, and she is not going to let this opportunity of fulfilling her life's purpose pass her by. All her life, people has said that she is possessed by demons, which would explain the drool and the wide eyes.", the goddess told him with sadistic glee.
Durgan turned around to his stomach and tried to silence her constant allegations with a pillow over his head. In his mind, he could still see the hag, glowing from within just like the first one. Shame followed guilt.
"So:", his goddess continued. "For the moment people aren't paying much attention to her, but her persistence will sooner or later make some people wonder about you."
"Why are you doing this to me?", Durgan yelled under the pillow. "This isn't fair!"
"I'm sorry, have we met?", she mused.
Durgans panic finally brought him to his feet. The one hag show would only get him into more trouble the longer he ignored it.