The Great British Baking Show

“Your minute starts now,” Dr. Blood said smugly.

“Think, Luke. Your thousands of siren baby mama need you to pick the right game and representative,” Luke thought in a rush.

Luke thought of many famous/popular games. But none of them would work without personally knowing someone guaranteed to win.

“This is ridiculous. I am at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. How the fuck are we going to play a game and find representatives?” Luke thought in frustration.

“30 seconds,” Dr. Blood said amused at Luke’s visible frustration.

Luke scanned his surroundings again. If he didn’t propose a game, Dr. Blood would.

“He suggested this thing. He has a ringer in mind,” Luke thought in a panic.

Luke looked around one last time and saw his magical tutors/baby mamas swim closer to his location.

“Wait, Rebecca used her ‘3rd-Eye’ to find and hire the best ‘Magical Tutors’ money can buy. Witch means each of my tutors is the best at what they do,” Luke thought scanning his women.

“10 seconds,” Dr. Blood said looking between Luke and the Sorcerers in the distance.

“Keyleth is known for Transforming, Samantha is known for Runes/Wards/Enchanting, while Sabrina is known for Magical Potions/Cooking. Cooking! That’s it!” Luke thought eyes falling on Sabrina.

“3 … 2 … 1,” Dr. Blood said staring at Luke.

“I choose a Magical Bake Off!” Luke shouted.

“A what?” Dr. Blood asked confused.

“I choose a Cooking Competition as my game. Cooking Game Shows are all the rage,” Luke said excitedly.

Dr. Blood was silent.

“You don’t know what cooking competitions are?” Luke asked incredulously.

“I know what cooking competitions are,” Dr. Blood said hotly.

“Well, I choose a bake-off. Like the Great British Baking Show. What is your one stipulation?” Luke asked happily.

Dr. Blood stood frozen in thought.

“Should I start counting down from 60 as you did?” Luke asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, no need. My one stipulation is … that … I can represent myself. I am the greatest Witch Doctor on Earth. I have created countless magical consumable potions and medicines,” Dr. Blood said before waving his hand in dismissal.

Luke paused at the Lich’s confidence before regaining his composure.

“Okay … I choose Sabrina Spellman,” Luke said looking at Sabrina off in the distance.

Dr. Blood hesitated at the mention of the Spellman name. It was quite famous.

“Fine. The terms are set,” Dr. Blood said holding out his hand.

Luke met his enemy’s eyes as he swam closer.

“Agreed,” Luke said shaking the Liches boney hand.

Flash!

“Oh my! Look at what we have here,” a feminine voice said out of nowhere.

“A level 28 … naked … handsome … Human Sorcerer, and a level 25 … Undead Warlock,” the feminine said cheerfully.

Luke and Dr. Blood both tried to pull their hands apart but couldn’t.

“I have been summoned to judge the formal bet between two Godlings,” a male voice said from everywhere.

Luke and Dr. Blood both looked around in confusion. Their hands still locked together.

“Well shoot. I was hoping for a better turnout. I hate when I am paired with my exes,” the feminine voice said in disappointment.

“Don’t blame me Aphrodite. Blame the Arbiter. He chooses the judges for these kinds of competitions,” the male voice said hotly.

“Fuck you, Ares. You killed all my mortal boyfriends,” Aphrodite shouted from everywhere and nowhere.

“I didn’t kill the last one, that was Freya,” Ares said defensively.

“Oh sure, this coming from the guy who admitted to killing the other 3,” Aphrodite shouted.

The Demi-gods broke into a heated argument. A full minute passed before Dr. Blood had enough.

“Quiet! Release us! And tell me what is going on,” Dr. Blood shouted.

The bickering stopped. Luke’s and Dr. Blood’s hands were freed. They both pulled back in relief.

“My Apologies, Dr. Bludd. I am Ares, Greek God of War. I was chosen by the Arbiter to Judge your competition,” Ares said appearing.

A 7-foot heavily armored man with red eyes appeared out of nowhere.

“... Fine! But you know I hate making avatars underwater,” Aphrodite said before a woman appeared next to Ares.

A 5-and-a-half-foot beautiful woman with long hair and flowing robes appeared out of nowhere.

Luke and Dr. Blood both froze at the power and beauty of both figures. A long moment passed before Aphrodite rolled her eyes

“WE are both max level ‘Soul Casters’. We are called upon to pass judgment on lesser Demi-Gods. No offense,” Aphrodite said scanning Luke’s naked figure.

“So, you were both once human? Luke asked confused.

“All Demi-gods were once human deary,” Aphrodite said conking a hip.

“Time is short, let us pass judgment,” Ares shouted before banging his spear on the sea floor.

Flash!

Luke found himself in the cooking tent of the Great British Baking Show. His naked figure was now sporting an apron. Looking around Luke spotted Keyleth, Samantha, Sabrina, Nurse Bones, Genie Nightmare Moon, and Dr. Blood the Lich. Everyone was behind a cooking station.

“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the Great Atlantis Baking Show. I am your Greek Goddess of Love. Along with Ares the Greek God of War, we will be hosting and judging. The fate of Atlantis lies in the balance of our lovely contestants,” Aphrodite said happily.

“Why did you give the others a cooking station? Sabrina Spellman and Dr. Blood are the chosen 1v1 combatants,” Ares said annoyed.

“If we are using the ‘Arbiters’ mana, might as well take advantage of the opportunity. I don’t want to just judge 2 baked goods. I want to blindly judge 7 bakers,” Aphrodite said putting her hands on her wide hips.

“You just want to eat more sweets,” Ares said accusatorily.

“Our first challenge is Cake!” Aphrodite said ignoring Ares.