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Even though… he did kind of look like one, with his fancy suit and long black hair and sharp, angular features. I could grudgingly admit it—only to myself, and never, ever to anyone else. Especially him.
“Okay, so…” I took a step closer to him and kept my voice hushed, just in case the high priest had his ear pressed to the door. Not that his hearing was that great. “My aunt is the general manager here, but she doesn’t believe in any of it either. I came here to live with her after my dad abandoned me when I was ten, so I grew up here. But I’m not really a follower. Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not interested in your big demiurgus dick.”
His ears fluttered wildly. “I’m—I don’t—”
“I could’ve left when I turned eighteen,” I continued with a shrug. “But I just… didn’t. I like it here well enough, aside from all the sex cult stuff. And, I mean, it’s not like I’d be able to go and get a normal job and afford my own place. Who’s gonna hire me? I’m thirty-five. I’ve spent most of my life living in this place, and my only job has been tending to the vineyards.”
“Vineyards?”
“We make wine here. Including nightberry wine for demiurgus.”
“You make nightberry wine?” He perked up. “Is it any good?”
“You tell me,” I said flatly. “I don’t drink it, but we supply basically everywhere in the city. People like locally sourced products.”
“Oh.” He fidgeted a little. “It’s good. I, uh, I drink it… sometimes.”
A smile finally cracked my face. “Bet you’re gonna be drinking a whole lot of it tonight after the shitshow of today, huh?”
“Yes, I fucking am,” he grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know how the fuck I got myself into this mess. The moment I get home I’m opening a bottle and smoking a whole bunch of shade.”
“Shade?” I asked curiously.
“It’s similar to the weed humans smoke.” He shrugged. “Gets you loose. Makes you hungry.”
I chuckled, feeling way more relaxed now than I had been in the courtyard. “Sounds fun.”
“Humans can smoke shade.” He glanced at me. “Haven’t you tried it? I know lots of humans like it.”
“No, I’ve never… We’re not allowed to do that kind of stuff here. Not even allowed to drink.” I gestured at myself with a sardonic smile. “We’re supposed to keep ourselves in tiptop condition for the mighty Greater Beings, remember?”
His eyes darted down my frame, and his ears fluttered again. “So you’ve never even gotten drunk?” he asked incredulously, then shifted. “Not that people have to drink, but… you make wine for a living.”
“Nah. I’ve considered it when I’ve gone into the city before, but it’s not worth the risk. They’d be able to tell when I got back. Plus, we’re only allowed into the city in pairs or more, and none of the others would ever dream of breaking the rules.”
He grunted. “This place sounds fucking boring. Why didn’t you leave when you were old enough?”
I felt heat flood my face, and saw his gaze dart briefly to my pink cheeks. “I, uh… I don’t know. I guess I was just comfortable here. I’m a creature of habit, and it’s basically all I’ve ever known. Plus, my aunt is here. She’s my only family.”
He nodded in understanding, but he was eyeing me curiously now. “So you don’t ever want to leave? You’re going to stay here forever surrounded by people who dream of…” His face spikes twitched. “You know.”
“Fucking a demiurgus?” I said dryly, just to see his ears flutter.
“Well.” He coughed. “I can’t speak for the humans interested in demiurgus with female anatomy, but… trust me. If any of them ever actually saw a demiurgus cock, they would not be so eager.”
“What?” Before I could stop it, my gaze darted down to his crotch. “Why?”
“Because we’re… It’s—” He shifted uncomfortably. “Just… We wouldn’t fit.”
After a pause, I snorted and rolled my eyes. “You know, people who brag about their dick size are generally overcompensating for something.”
He shot me an embarrassed glare. “I didn’t mean size, although that’s… I was referring to other things. Just trust me. A human would not want a demiurgus cock inside them.”
I was ridiculously intrigued, but it was inappropriate to ask him to keep talking about his dick. Instead, I let out a breath and said, “Okay, so… I guess we’re on the same page? Unless… I mean, if you did still want a… companion, you’re gonna struggle to find one out there who won’t try to climb into your lap the moment you’re alone.”
He cringed, casting a nervous glance at the doors. “God, so fucking creepy. Are they all… brainwashed?”
“I mean, it’s a cult, so”—I shrugged—“I guess as much as any other cult.”
