Nudea

“Nudea? Seriously?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“That’s way too on the nose, even for you.”

The new goddess shrugged, let herself sink once again into the pool until her arms rested comfortably on the edge, and sighed. Her fiery hair clung wet against her cheeks, glistening in Helios’ warm kisses.

“Besides,” her annoying brother continued, “and I hate to tell ya: you’re not even that necessary. Mom’s got the whole nakey stuff covered.”

“So? Every Hellenistic god has the naked thing going on, I just figured I could specialize.”

“You sound like a Roman goddess.”

“Oh boohoo, don’t be a baby,” Nudea pouted. “Little Cupid.”

Amor huffed. “I’m NOT a baby.”

“With your little wings and your diaper.”

“Fine, you want to be like that,” he grumbled, flipping her off, “go and play the goddess. Just don’t come to me if you get into trouble.”

She blew him a kiss as he walked off, no doubt running off to mommy to tell on her. She didn’t care. Mommy never did, she was just a common nymph after all, not worth mommy’s time. Still, if Nudea (patent pending) could even slightly annoy her exalted mother with her antics, it would amuse her greatly.

“Now,” Nudea thought aloud, as she climbed out of the pool and looked out over the City of Angels, “where to begin?”