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I couldn’t give two shits about Aurelius, so I didn’t waste a single thought on him. Instead, I thought ofher. I was relieved to hear that Kaleb was checking in on Sage. She would need him more than ever once more of her memories started to return . . .
“Also, I thought you might want to know—the Da’Nu is on the rise again, and just like the last time, it’s mostly young women.”
If I could have gritted my teeth, I would have—I figured that would start happening again.
It wasn’t uncommon for the Da’Nu to fluctuate, especially during times of mortal wars or when a plague was going around. But there was only one other time when the Da’Nu rose because of the sudden increase of young, female souls.
A memory stirred on the horizon of my mind.
I grabbed hold . . .
Von
The Da’Nu was going to overflow any minute now.
Souls upon souls saturated the river. The deep current worked tirelessly, trying to sort which layer of the Spirit Realm the souls should be delivered to, to live out their afterlife.
Like the river, my ravens were also being pushed to their limits, collecting the freshly departed from the Living Realm. Over the past months, there had beensomany of them—most of them women.
It was troubling.
But I was no longer the king of the Living Realm, and even if I was a bit tempted to find out what was going on, the visceral rawness of being stripped of two-thirds of my kingship had left me in a sour, bitter mood.
Right now, all I cared to do was lick my gaping wounds.
From my sprawling balcony, forged of smooth, volcanic glass and etched in dark splendor, I looked over the Da’Nu, watching as a raven returned from the Living Realm. It dropped the glass orb into the river, and the glass shattered upon impact. From it, a soul was born anew—another girl, barely into her twenties. She drifted with the current, brown hair swirling around her. She would remain like that, in her slumbering state, until the river sorted her.
It was rare, but occasionally, an unsorted soul would wake. Even more rare were those who fought the current and found their way out of the tumultuous waters. The few who did make it out, I offered a place at my side, working as reapers.
“Those orgasms—” breathed the blonde mortal as she pressed herself into my side, snapping me from my private thoughts, “—were something else.”
I glanced down at the curvy, naked vixen whose name was lost to me. I acknowledged her words with a flick of an arrogant, uninterested grin—gone as fast as it came. Her long, icy blonde hair fell over her ample breasts, her rosy, pink nipples poking through the silken strands.
Blonde . . . I had always been fond of the color, although if I could fade the gold from it, that would be preferable—an acquired personal taste with foreign origins.
Just this morning, I had spotted the pretty mortal in the throne room. I had never seen her before. Her big, doe eyes had shamelessly flirted with me—blatantly telling me her unnoble intentions. Before she had a chance to leave, I had caught her wrist, pulled her into me, and extended a private invitation to my chambers. When she arrived at my door an hour later, I pulled her inside and showed the little mortal what it was like to lie with a god.
For mortals, the act could be either extremely pleasurable or extremely painful—it all depended on the immortal they bedded and their particular . . . tastes.
The Creator designed mortal and immortal bodies differently. As a whole, immortals were crafted to be taller and larger than mortals. This transferred through to our reproductive systems as well. Mortal men were builtsmallerthan us gods, and the women had shorter canals than the goddesses.
Most believed the Creator did this to prevent interbreeding between the two species.
Unfortunately, for me, I refused to bed any more goddesses—which was bad news for the bottom third of my length.
Why did I prefer sex with mortals? They didn’t care about my status. They were more interested in the crown tucked behind my pants than the crown that sat upon my head.
Whenever I slept with another goddess, they always ended up wanting something more from me. Some of them plotted to use me as a means of raising their status. Some of them said they just wanted to give me an heir, something I had absolutely no interest in. I had no desire to raise a pup with a woman I barely knew. Any child of mine deserved more than that.
Children . . . A topic I didn’t think about often. I had fathered none, something that was of my own choosing. I supposed that was the one benefit of being the God of Death—I could make any seed, including my own, null and void. My touch alone could wilt any flower. Speaking of . . .
I pulled away from the pretty little woman. “I have business to attend to, but you can stay here for a while. Use the bathing room to clean up if you wish. All I ask is that you are not here when I return later tonight.” My words were blunt but my tone was not unkind.
As I said before, I had no desire to form any type of connection with a female I took to bed.
I exited the balcony and walked through my chambers into the private bathing room, the doorway purposefully doorless as I saw no need in having one.
Who did I need privacy from in my own chambers—myself?
