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Though his memories of Willa had faded over the decades, he still remembered seeing her for the first time as a young man. Willamina had come with her mother to his father’s shop situated in a small village near Geneva, Switzerland. Damien had been instantly smitten by her silky blonde locks, rosy cheeks, and long neck. Shortly after, she was sent off to London, into society, and wouldn’t return until years later. A duchess. And more beautiful than ever.
He’d known it was wrong to sleep with her, but when she asked him to be her lover during her stay, he couldn’t say no. Something about the way she looked at him was irresistible.Like candy to my heart.
With Sky, the experience had been completely different. She was a frantic mess when they met, and though she was beautiful, it was her entire being that captivated him. Her wits, her loyalty to her family, and her very enormous lady balls. He’d never met anyone like her. She must’ve felt the connection, too, because she would later return to haunt him, claiming she’d anchored her soul to him.God, how I miss her.
Maxton had been out of his element most of his life, so this new world did not feel so different. It was like he told the tailor: The world kept on spinning in one mundane circle. It might look different on the outside with this modern makeover, but underneath it was the same old shit hole.
He and Cimil walked past several large cages filled with people dressed in bright red wigs, round red noses, and white makeup on their faces.The goddess keeps monsters in her home?
“Don’t mind them,” Cimil said. “They’re here for naughty clown Saturday.”
He made a note to avoid the clown monsters in the future. They were terrifying.
He and Cimil wove through the strange house filled with even stranger objects—marble statues of the goddess, a painting depicting her and an Egyptian pharaoh riding a unicorn, and colorful drawings of vampires eating children, drawn by children.
They kept walking until they reached a set of stairs leading under the home. “This way,” she said.
“What is down there?” he asked.
“My secret fun room. Only, it’s not so secret. Not much fun either.”
Maxton arched a brow and followed.
The room downstairs was even more frightening than the rest of the home, with brightly colored walls and crates that jostled and rumbled against one wall. An enormous fluffy structure in the shape of a castle occupied the center of the room.
Cimil sat in the castle’s entrance, bouncing on her rear, her red ponytail flopping up and down. “Okay, vampire. I’m sure you know why you’re here. I need your help. The world needs your help.”
“You wish me to make more vampires.”
“Ding, ding, ding! You get a prize! But don’t pick any of the wooden boxes. Soulless bodies don’t make good pets. Just stick to the gumballs.” She pointed to a large clear dome filled with balls the size of quail eggs.
He had no idea what they were, but he was not about to put balls in his mouth. “No, thank you. But I am obligated to discuss terms before we continue. The tailor does not wish to choose one of his women to die. They must both live.”
Cimil halted her bouncing. “Okay. Is that all?”
“And I wish to return to my lair as soon as possible.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“And I will not be turning anyone.”
Cimil stared, her nostrils flaring. “What do you mean, vampire?”
“I do not wish to change anyone. I believe I should be the last vampire. Forever.”
“Are you mad?”
“Vampires are dangerous. They are selfish and greedy and kill indiscriminately just for fun. The world will be a far better place without us.”
“Yeah. No duh, you big duh-head. Why do you think I want them back?”
He blinked. This goddess truly lived up to her reputation. She was nonsensical. “I do not know.”
“The Universe is all about balance. How can one appreciate the beauty of sunshine unless there’s night? Cold days, warm days. Stinky socks, clean socks.” Cimil exhaled. “I’m afraid that there just isn’t enough evil in the world these days with all the immortals gone, so people are just not appreciating life like they used to. And now, because of that, humans are just getting more and more evil.”
“But you just said the problem was a lack of evil.”
“Lack of the right kind of evil,” she said. “If we don’t restore balance and start bringing back the evil creatures with very long lifespans, hell will soon fill up with all these terrible, rotten humans. We’ll run out of space! And that means they’ll overflow into the Underworld. Or, as I call it, the upstairs room where souls play poker until they decide if they want to have another go in a people suit or rejoin the cosmos’s energy soup. But if the Underworld fills up, then there’ll be no room at the tables.”
