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But no, it had to be a fucking sex cult. Apparently, these people worshipped us as virile, sensual gods. They chose to live in this lifeless beige place—why was everything fucking beige?—in the hopes of… what, one day becoming a demiurgus’s mate?
Nope. Too fucking creepy.
I strode for the door, intent on escaping, but stopped dead when a small old man slipped into the room followed by several other humans. They all wore beige, most in the loose trousers and shirts like the first woman, but the man in front had on long, flowing robes with wide, sweeping sleeves.
My eyes darted over all of them nervously as they dipped into deep bows before gazing at me in reverent silence. I wished I really could melt into the walls and vanish.
“My Greater.” The old human man at the front lowered himself to his knees, making me want to squirm. “I cannot tell you what an honour this is.”
Why? I wanted to shout. I’m just a loner who spends his time getting high and watching TV and hunching over a jewellery bench! I’m not a mystical god-like being with a magic dick! I don’t even want to fuck any of you!
Realising they were all waiting for a response, I took a step back and grunted. There. That would do.
One of the other humans helped the old man—I assumed this was the high priest—back to his feet. He immediately dipped his head, voice breathy as he spoke. “Please, tell us how we can assist you. How we can please you.”
Raising his head, his milky blue eyes shone. Fuck me, was he about to cry?
“It has been so many years since we were gifted with a visit from one of the Greaters. This… I cannot tell you what this means to our humble commune.”
Despite how unsettling his deference was, I relaxed a fraction at hearing that they had, at least, had other demiurgus come here before. At least I wasn’t the first loner creep to skulk up to the compound, sniffing for humans.
“Are you here to bestow one of our flock with the gift of matehood?” the high priest asked in a trembling voice, pale eyes glimmering with hopeful tears, like he couldn’t think of anything better.
Fuuuuck.
Chapter Three
Greid
“I…” Clearing my throat, I forced myself to stay still and not fidget like a nervous kid. I cast about wildly for some other reason I would’ve come here. This had been such an enormous mistake. “I… I just wanted to see the inner workings of The Order. I was… curious.”
The hopeful gleam in the old man’s gaze dimmed, and all the silent humans behind him sagged in apparent devastation. I eyed them all with mild horror. So they really lived their lives up here, separated from the rest of the world, on the off chance that one day they might get fucked by a demiurgus?
You wouldn’t want it, I tried to project to them all. Trust me. You really wouldn’t actually want that.
“Oh.” The high priest seemed to recover, tucking his wrinkly hands into his sleeves. “Of course. It would be my honour to show you our commune. Perhaps you would… you would still like to be introduced to some of our flock? You never know, one of them might catch your eye. Spark the mating instinct.”
I highly fucking doubted that, not if they all looked like the humans in front of me. They were all so… dull. Identical beige clothes. Identical looks of adoration on their faces as they gazed at me. I suppressed a shudder.
Also, mating instinct? What fucking mating instinct? Like I was a wild animal who was going to sniff out a particular scent and get uncontrollably randy from it?
Was that what they all thought? That I would lock eyes with a particular human, burst out of this skin to reveal my true form, and snatch them up to steal them away, grunting ‘Mine, mine, mine’?
I almost laughed.
“I’m not here for that,” I rasped, clasping my hands together behind my back. My claws dug into my palms. “I just wanted to look around.”
“Of course.” The high priest turned to the man next to him and murmured something. A few of the humans slipped out of the room as he turned back to face me with a beaming smile. “Would you care for a refreshment? We have the wine your kind prefers.”
I quirked a brow at that, glancing over at a gleaming black sideboard and noticing, for the first time, the tall, curved black bottle that no doubt held wine made from the nightberries that grew deep underground, where my kind had originated.
A drink probably would make me feel better, but I highly doubted the stuff they had here would taste any good. How did they even get it?
“No, I’m fine. Uh, thanks.” I stood up taller and waited in silence. My dual hearts pounded an irregular beat in my chest. I was a fucking moron for coming here, and now I was stuck unless I wanted to look like a complete fucking moron. So I would endure a quick tour, grunt a goodbye, and flee back to the dark comfort of my home for a decade or so to forget the humiliation of this entire thing. I was already done with talking, and this humanoid form was starting to make me feel itchy, like a skin I wanted to shed.
“Firstly, I would be honoured to show you the accommodation we have prepared for visits from the Greaters.” The high priest swept his arm toward a second set of black doors to my right. “In case you wish to extend your stay.”
I followed him in silence, my steps stilted as I stared at the wispy white hair on the back of his head. Was he going to stop with the whole “honoured” thing? I wondered if he’d be so honoured by my mere presence if I told him that just last night, I’d smoked an ungodly amount of shade herb before passing out face-first in the bowl of potato chips I’d been hunched over and shovelling into my mouth. I could still feel the grease and salt on my skin.
