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There was one critical difference—the Death in front of him had icy blue eyes.
This wasn’t the Death with the empty black sockets he’d seen time and time again, and yet, those blue flames were somehow familiar. Cephus was smaller than the others, his true body just as trim as it was when he was a human being.
His ass and thighs were still deliciously thick, oh God—
“What’s wrong?” Cephus swayed as he sat up. “Was it… Was it too much?” He laughed nervously. “You’re looking at me like you just seen a ghost or somethin’.”
“Or fuckin’ something.” Karl grabbed the coffee table to pull himself up to his knees, and then he covered his cock. “You’re… real? Or I’m drunk? Maybe I’m really fuckin’ drunk.”
“Wait.” Cephus jumped to his feet. “You can see me? Like… the real me?”
Karl definitely wished he couldn’t.
Cephus’s torso, thighs, and neck were the only parts of his body that had any solid flesh, and it was covered in luscious black fur that grew into a thick mane around his neck and the back of his head. His lower arms and legs were skeletal with faint patches of fur and something green that may have been moss.
Oh, and his head, of course.
His head was a long skull with sharp teeth—maybe a wolf or a big dog. There was sinewy flesh connecting his jaws, and his eyes…
Blue flaming orbs.
Just like Windex.
Karl scooted back on his knees until he bumped into the side table and knocked over a lamp. He had to let go of his dick to grab the lamp, but he wasn’t fast enough and it crashed to the floor. “Balls!”
“Hey!” Cephus snapped. “What exactly do you see?”
“Well, uh.” Karl looked back at Cephus, groaning when the monster was still there and not the handsome stranger. “Just gonna come right out and say that I’m guessin’ this Ghost Rider thing is more your everyday look.”
Cephus’s flaming eyes narrowed. “Ghost Rider’s a fuckin’ punk. He ain’t fuckin’ real.”
“You’re fuckin’ tellin’ me! How the fuck are you real?”
“I just fuckin’ am!” Cephus flopped back on the couch, grabbing a pillow to shove in front of his crotch for some modesty. “Do… do you know what I really am then? If you do, well, I’m not here for you. It’s nothin’ like that.”
Pulling his boxers up, Karl replied shortly, “Yeah, I got a pretty good idea.” He scowled. “The crash. That’s why you were there, isn’t it? You were reapin’ that guy.”
“Yeah. I told you. I take real valuable stuff from people.” Cephus sighed. “Their souls.” He reached for the whiskey and took it like a shot, a few drops dribbling out from around a long tongue sliding over his top teeth.
Karl was completely transfixed by that tongue that had only minutes ago been in his mouth, and it was too easy to imagine all the other places he’d like to explore—Christ, he was still so horny, and it was probably more than a little insane to be this horny for Death.
“Hey,” Cephus said.
“What?”
“Don’t change what I said, okay? About you bein’ a hero and tryin’ to help.”
“Why?” Karl scoffed. “You knew there was no point.”
“Yeah, but you sure as hell didn’t, did ya’?”
“Hey, I’ve seen you, haven’t I? Before the wreck. Are you stalking me or some shit?”
“What? No!” Cephus snorted dryly. “Today was the first damn time I’d ever seen you. If you can see me, that means you can see all of us.” He scratched at his neck, his claws dragging through his thick mane. “You probably just seen one of my cousins or somethin’.”
“One of your what?” Karl’s voice cracked. “What does that mean exactly? There’s… like a whole bunch of you? Death has a family?”
“Yeah, I have a fuckin’ family.” Cephus poured himself another drink. “The fuck you think? There was just one fuckin’ dude in a black hoodie wanderin’ ’round takin’ souls for the whole planet?”
