“Not powerful enough,” Hades said.
“Well, Eris was powerful enough, but she's dead,” Torrent said. “She was the Goddess of Chaos and Confusion.”
A shiver went down my spine. Eris had been more than I'd expected. Not only did she have her children—deadly gods who had been fathered by Ares, but she also had an army of dead souls to fight for her. If Arach hadn't shown up with the Wild Hunt, I'm not sure that we would have won that battle. But we had. Eris and all her children were dead. Sort of sad, really.
“Who else?” Trevor asked Torrent.
I almost chuckled at Odin, whose expression had gone tight. He used to be the one whom people would consult on occult matters or about other gods. Odin had an extensive library of spellbooks and something I called his Santa TV that was the god equivalent of a teddy bear cam. But everywhere. Could we have used it to find the trickster? Maybe. If we had known who the trickster was. And he wasn't smart enough to protect himself with a ward.
But then Torr joined the God Squad, and he became our version of Alexa or Google. He was both of those combined and times ten. Torrent didn't just have access to the Internet; he ruled it. He was the Internet God and nothing could hide from him there. Government databases, bank information, whatever. If it was in any way connected to the Web, he could find it. In an instant. Frankly, if he hadn't been on our side, I would have suspected him of being the trickster.
“Well, there's Loki.” Torrent winced. “I know, I know, it can't be him.”
“Not necessarily,” Thor growled.
“Thor, it's been years,” I said. “Let it go.”
Viper looked at Trevor askance.
Trevor shook his head. Nope, he wasn't about to open that can of worms. Not in front of Thor. And neither was I.
“There's also Hermes,” Torrent hurried on.
“No,” Pan said. “It's not my father.”
“He did print that article about Vervain becoming human,” Odin said.
“Sure, during the time when all of you hated her,” Pan shot back. “He's all right with Vervain now.”
“Even after her time as the Dark Star?” Trevor asked.
“My father loves drama. Vervain gave him enough material to fill the Hermes Herald for months.” Pan looked at Az. “And then you happened. You shot past Vervain's Dark Star, Azrael. You became the Super Dark Star.”
“That's what Vervain and I were thinking,” Arach said. “We believe this is about Azrael. The trickster attacked his family, then went after one of the children under his protection.”
Everyone looked at Az.
Azrael grimaced. “That doesn't exactly cut down the list of suspects.”
“No, but it brings us back to your pantheon,” Odin said. “They would have access to Heaven and Hell, and maybe even Faerie through that rath.”
“No,” Arach said. “If they had used the rath, they would have come through another location in Faerie. They entered through the Great Tree, the tracing point.”
“That's one thing to be grateful for,” Az said.
“Enough of this,” Mrs E. said. “We may be gods, but we still need our rest. Let's reconvene here tomorrow.”
“Not at Pride Palace?” Trevor asked.
“Machar,” Az said simply.
“Ah. Right. Okay then. Back here tomorrow at ten.”
“Hold on. Ten in the morning?” Pan asked.
“Yes, Pan. Ten in the morning,” Az said.
“But ten in the morning Pride Palace time or Texas time?”
