Abominations and gods who love them

  "You are brave Talia." Her mother's words rang in her head. This was the ticket out for her. It was a simple task. Resurrect a mouse. Completing the test meant she would finally get her license to fae godparenting. The taunts and name callings would be over. All these things seemed to strengthen Talia as she channeled on her innate ability to create a spark. One strong enough to make a heart beat again. Her persistence in her ability bore fruit and almost instantly her fingertips let out a strange warm light that surged through her body like electricity. She let out a surprised gasp as the light seemed to swallow her hands and continued to spread upwards.   fingertips is a strange, bright light. She smirked seeing the look of surprise on her big time bully, Sybil's face. If she could hear the coven sister's thoughts, Nothing would please her more. Needless to say, It didn't matter anymore. All she needed to do now was give the mouse a second chance at life, get the approval of the goddess who disapproved of her half-blooded nature, and get the hell of out of Vertlake. Finally, She let it go. The bright surge of pure energy instantly shot at the tray, missing the mouse and bouncing back at her. Talia fell to her face to dodge her own magic. She turned behind her only to see the spark hit a shield on the wall and bounce forward.  Unintentionally, Her judge was right where the spark repelled to. The congregation screamed while a terrified Talia doubled over to have a glimpse of what caused the involuntary shock of the spectators. She gaped at the unholy sight. It was something she feared–knew– would happen. Her judge, Lady Persephone took the fall for her mistake. Her greenish-blue ankle-length gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and lose was engulfed in flames that spread upwards to her face. Talia still saw the disapproving frown on the immortal lady's face. It slowly contorted into an evil smirk. It lasted for a second but it was enough to send unimaginable chills down Talia's spine. The goddess patted down the fire which left a scorching black color on her perfect robe. The fire couldn't harm her but judging by the menacing glare the goddess gave her, Talia knew Lady Persephone did not intend to have mercy.