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He gave her a look and was about to speak when he noticed something unexpected: Her aura.
Holy fuck. What. Is. That?In his seventy thousand years, he’d never seen a human with a purer soul. Not one. Looking at her was like gazing at a patch of newly fallen snow.
“You okay, Mr. Zac?” she asked.
He nodded dumbly.
“’Cause you look like you want to put whatever you just ate right back in the Bionic Man box.” She scooted the lunch pail closer to him.
He shook his head.So pure. So…wholesome. So…going to fucking kill Cimil!
“Could you excuse me one moment?” He held up his finger, and she gave him a nod.
He marched into the empty office, dug out his cellphone, and dialed Cimil. As it rang, he closed the door.
“Hayyyyy looooow. This is Cimil. You’ve reached my voicemail because I’m busy licking Roberto’s enormous sarcophagus or I’m allowing these tiny helpless degenerates to suckle from my ample teets or I’m plotting the destruction of mankind. Please leave a message and I will call you back as soon as never.”Beep.
Zac growled into his phone before letting loose. “Cimil, I’m going to dismember you. First, you betray me. Then I’m banished. Now…nowyou hire a human who’s, who’s…” He couldn’t say the words.
“Who’s what?” said a voice from behind him.
Zac swiveled in his black leather biker boots to find Cimil. She wore a pair of pink lederhosen, gold platform shoes and her flaming red hair in an enormous bun on the top of her head. Her T-shirt read “God Milk?” and had two arrows, one pointing to each breast. Honestly, he still found it disturbing to think of Cimil as a mother. Worst of all, those babies had such an evil vibe. When he’d met them, he could’ve sworn he’d heard Satanic chanting coming from their cribs.
“Where the hell have you been?” he growled. “And what the hell do you think you’re up to?”
Her turquoise eyes—the exact same color as his and the other deities—shifted around the room. “I am getting ready to serve my time for my crimes. Boy, we really need to get some color going in here. What do you think of a clown theme?”
He noticed Tula peeking behind Cimil.
“I’m talking about the human,” he whispered.
“She is our employee,” Cimil whispered back.
“Don’t fuck with me. You’re up to something.”
“Why would I be up to something?”
“Because you’re Cimil.”
“Good point. But I assure you that Tula is our helper and nothing more. She’s also taken, Zac, head over heels in love with a nice young human man named Gilbert whom she is to marry.”
Oh great. Even worse. After all, he was the God of Temptation, and stripped powers or not, he was who he was. He liked tempting people. He liked it a whole hell of a lot. And Cimil had hired a human who’d be irresistible to him. He’d want to tempt her every which way possible.
“And,” Cimil added, “because her heart is so pure, she’s in no danger from you.”
Zac lifted a brow, still not believing Cimil.
“Okay. So.” Cimil clapped her hands together. “That was a tough workday. See you tomorrow!”
“You’ve been here all of two minutes, Cimil. And I don’t know about you, but I want my punishment over as fast as possible.” Living in the mortal world without any powers was already beginning to grind on him. How did his brethren who voluntarily spent their time in this world stand it? It felt like being confined in a small box.I much prefer the freedom of our realm and being disembodied.
Cimil tilted her head, studying him with curiosity.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.
She stared for another long moment and then her eyes widened in shock.
“Cimil?” He snapped his fingers, but she remained zoned out.Oh great.He hated when she did that because it usually indicated she was having a vision or an incoming message from the dead. Generally neither were good. “What, dammit?”
