The Goddess of Goblins and Her Overwhelming Power Dynamics
An Interview Gone Wrong
Gg, the mighty Goddess of Goblins, sat on her luxurious throne, one foot propped up on the velvet-draped armrest. Her assistant, a diminutive goblin with glasses, scurried about the room, shuffling papers and whispering in hushed tones. The air was thick with anticipation—and a hint of disdain.
As the clock ticked away, Gg's impatience grew. She snapped her fingers, glaring at the goblin. "Tell me again why you thought this interview was worth my time?" she demanded, her voice echoing off the marble walls.
The goblin stammered, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. "Well, my lady, the resume appeared promising. However, it seems our candidate is...less than impressive."
Gg's eyes narrowed as she studied the documents spread across the table. "Lacking?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "This resume is barely worth the paper it's printed on." She threw the papers down in disgust, causing them to flutter helplessly to the ground.
The room fell silent for a moment, punctuated only by the sound of Gg's soft chuckle. It held no mirth, only a cold amusement at the expense of the hapless candidate. "Pathetic," she mused, running her fingers through her long, emerald hair. "I half-expected better from you, goblin."
As if on cue, the goblin's phone rang, causing it to jump in surprise. Gg's eyes glinted dangerously as she leaned forward, her massive form casting a shadow over the room. "Who on earth would be so bold as to disturb us at this hour?" she growled, her voice low and threatening.
The goblin's hands trembled as it answered the call, its voice barely audible above the pounding of its heart. "S-sorry, my lady," it stammered, "it's just the candidate. They must have gotten lost."
A slow, evil smile spread across Gg's face. "Well then," she purred, "perhaps they'll find their way here soon. And maybe, just maybe, they'll be lucky enough to catch my eye."
As the goblin scurried away to find the lost candidate, Gg sat back in her throne, her golden eyes fixed on the door. She smiled, a predator's smile that promised pain and humiliation in equal measure. The interview was about to begin.
