Before the making of the world and its mortal inhabitants, the primordial Creator fashioned six assistants--three gods and three goddesses--and assigned each responsibility for one aspect of the Creation. Alas, time has proven that even the divine are fallible, with dire consequences. Can the goddess responsible for song, dance, color, and butterflies do anything about it? She's certainly going to try, but she's no more suited for battle than her butterfly messengers.

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This story takes place in a completely separate universe from "A Real Goddess Would Let Nobody Die" but is written in a similar style.