BEWARE OF GOD RAMSAY

THE LADY fortune-teller laughed at her earlier remark. "Be careful, child," she said, then her presence began to feel weak at the same time her body began to turn translucent. The strange woman must have used a teleportation spell. "Gods don't like humans who try to surpass them."

"I've read enough Greek mythology in the past to know that. But guess what?" Neoma said haughtily. She knew that provoking the gods, if they were real, would only make her life worse. But she'd rather live a busy life than being looked down on by "gods" who think so highly of themselves. "I'm also a god– god of beauty, luck, charisma, big brains, and profanities. So tell your bosses up there to beware of God Ramsay."

As she said before, she could no longer throw her real first name around.

From now on, until she gained her freedom and duchess title, she would refer to herself to strangers as either 'Miss Ramsay' or 'God Ramsay.'

Maybe using 'goddess' would be more appropriate.