With Blood shall come Desire (MxM)

☽ Chapter Seventeen ☾

𝕵osé was a middle aged man with a strong alcohol odour. When people looked at him, they didn't really expect him to be the most important man in the underground world. He provided ways for the mafia to smuggle drugs, liquor and other valuable goods into London. Most people knew him by name 'Deadly Rose', because whenever he chose to appear he overshadowed the smell of alcohol with a rose perfume. The last thing his opponents would sense.

"Aris! You're looking as bloody as always." José gave him a big grin, not the tiniest bit scared of Aristaeus' appearance. Even though the people didn't believe in gods anymore, he preferred to have another name down on earth. It made him feel more connected to the humans and distinguished him from his work as a deity. The god gave him a nod and pulled out a roll of money. "We need a place to stay. Preferably away from people and not in a brothel."

"Alright, alright, my friend!" José laughed and took the money. He didn't comment on Silthos' beauty at all. "So you and your boyfriend need a place to stay. I get it! The gays don't have it easy these days." José wiggled his brows, not even intimidated when Aristaeus gave him a death glance.

Silthos stayed close to Aristaeus almost like he wanted to protect him. The middle-aged man before him was in love, so honestly even his beauty didn't attract him. But not the common love between two souls, often carried out sexually and intimately, no - it was the love for his own child, his daughter. "For your daughter's safety, do what he says and quickly.", he said with a sharp tone in his voice that could cut through stone. Silthos didn't even look to see José's reaction, he was too focused on the other comment the mortal has made. Humans loving humans of the same gender was represented as a sin. Humanity had taken a strange path when it came to the equality of love. Silthos had tried to fight it, but his grandfather stopped and reminded him why humans were created according to only two genders. Love is irrational, Silthos. It has no significant purpose in this world. But giving birth to a child, creating a new life, is crucial significant to keep humanity going. Fucking around relentlessly just because of so-called ‚love' is useless and could be a downfall for all those mortals. At least humanity realized this easily seen fact. I'm not sure if some gods came to understand this. Silthos had just swallowed his words and kept his hands from changing this thinking in humanity.

José looked paralysed at Silthos. In the underground everyone was very private. Any personal information could be used as leverage against someone. "How did you-", he stumbled over his words before quickly pulling out a key. "Here! It's a house by the coast with blue and yellow flowers on the side of the frontdoor. It's located in a small fishertown near London - 'Gravesend'. You can easily reach it by train." Aristaeus grabbed the key and tipped his hat. The god was stunned at Silthos' sharp tongue. He had never expected the god to react this way. Almost protective over him. Aristaeus hid away a smile and cleared his throat. "Don't worry, no one will harm your daughter. Have a good day."

Silthos bowed shortly and then followed Aristaeus outside. He walked beside the other god, quietly, admiring the peaceful moment. "I'm not sure if I will be able to live just like a human being." To become fully undetectable, behaving just like humans was their ultimate key. But the young god was on earth far too little to have gained enough experience. He was also used to his huge bedchamber, with a swimming pool filled with moon water. Oh, he would love to take a bath there right now. The young god was too spoiled.

Aristaeus looked down at him and suddenly smiled. Though with his face speckled in blood, the smile wasn't all too pretty. "You don't know that yet. Look what you just did: you threatened this man with his daughter's life to get what you want. If that is not the most humane thing I have seen you do." He chuckled softly and stopped by a small well. The workers of the fabrics used the well for drinking and cleaning themselves during breaks. "I'll have to clean a little before we travel anywhere. It's not socially accepted anymore to be bloody."