Gaļa looked at you, surprised you noticed her sending Sara back to her sanctuary, fearing for her security. "No need to be so formal, we're both goddesses after all, so simply call me Gaļa. And don't worry, I'll make sure your key reach my daughter safely" she said, smiling.
"But, you're Sara's mother! Calling you by your first name feel wrong, somehow."
"Ms. Wildgrowth, then, but us gods aren't that fond of last names, as you'll discover about your sister and yourself."
"I don't know, it's rather recent that I have a family, so I'm rather fond of having something that prove it. Although I would prefer to have another one, seeing how Mr. McAdams treated me
"
"Oh right, I forgot you weren't made into goddesses, you ascended by yourself
" muttered Gaļa Wildgrowth.
"And what of Lahļla?" asked your mother. "It's my maiden name." You nodded approvingly.
Your sister had another question "What will happen to dad? I mean
Sure, after mistreating Kitty and assaulting the first, he need to be punished, but I feel like simply taking his soul away won't work as good as it should. It need to be something that will let a mark on the collective unconscious, and possibly his soul. Same for Stan parents."
"Speaking of Stan," your mother added "who will take care of him? Because I don't think letting him in the care of bigots like the Fentons is a good idea. Personally, I feel like being the mother of two young goddesses will be complicated enough, and I'm sure Gaļa has enough on her plate between her duties and her own daughter."
The voice of Mr. Neil was the next one you heard. Nobody had noticed he even was here. "My wife and me will take care of Stan. You see Mora being a mouse-woman and me a human man, we can't have kids. We wanted to adopt, but there isn't much orphan on Serra." Looking at Stan, he added "What do you think boy? Would you like being our son?" Said rat-boy timidly nodded, not sure of himself.
"Okay, that's one thing taken care of" said the First, still present. "But what about our 3 miscreant?" he spoke, referring to Mr. McAdams and the Fentons parents.
"What about skunk-men?" To everyone surprise, the suggestion came from Stan.
"Continue." Encouraged the First, curious.
"Anthropomorphic skunks, to be precise. They won't be able to speak the human language anymore. Add in some SoulBrand that clearly stat they are former humans, or that they are under a divine punishment, and it would be the ultimate humiliation for both them and human supremacist. Oh, and it isn't normal for a man to strike his wife, right? So turn my father in an a skunk-woman."
"Wha?!? Come here, you little shit!" bellowed Mr. Fenton. He tried to get up, but was maintained in place by some invisible force. As his two comrade of misfortune, having resigned themselves to their fate, changed painlessly according to Stan's suggestions, thanks to the First's powers, the same couldn't be said of Mr. Fenton himself. No, instead he was struggling with pain, letting out a nightmarish scream.