Only Human: Hide and Seek

Chapter 183: Geralt Emrick

Change of POV

"They have arrived, Minister."

I stirred atop my throne. It was as dark and imposing as I was expected to be, but it wasn't comfortable. I wanted to be uncomfortable. I needed to get my thoughts out from her words. Loki crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. I hadn't told him anything about what June had said, but he could tell that something was preoccupying my mind. I grasped the goblet of blood in my hand and leveled my glare on the nervous servant.

"Bring them in." I instructed firmly. The servant nodded before scrambling out as fast as he could. That was how people were supposed to act around me: Nervous, terrified, and mindful. It was empowering to know how much sway I had over them, and yet I found June's indifference so much more pleasurable.

I'm an angel, Geralt!

I shook my head. It just wasn't possible, but what could she have meant. Was she so desperate to escape me that she would make up such an idiotic and blatant lie? I knew June wasn't like that. She was honest to a fault and did not make a convincing liar. Those words were raw and they seemed to have gutted her. She fully believed what she had said, but what did she mean? She couldn't have meant it literally. Angels were Before Realm beings that were rather androgenous and lacked mouths like demons lacked eyes. June had both and was very much a woman. She was shapely and deliciously tempting. Angels also didn't dream or have sex, both things that June has done an abundance of. There was also no way an angel did not know who I was, and yet June was entirely taken by surprise. No. She couldn't be an angel, but maybe she meant a host.

Her being an angel's host was almost equally unlikely. Angels were patronizingly particular about their hosts, and humans were a rare choice. The humans that they were chosen were raised and trained more strictly than nuns. They were virgins, never swore, only thought pure thoughts, and dedicated their lives to repentance and serving their angels. It was for these reasons that I found immense pleasure in corrupting them. Breaking the angels' toys if you will. Yet June was openly not perfect. She occasionally cursed, had very naughty thoughts, and assuredly was not a virgin. She initially knew nothing about the AFC, and again was clueless to who I was. She couldn't be a proper host. So what did June mean?!

My attention refocused on the immense doors that led into my throne room creaking open. Once the doors ceased, the group of them came in. Three hosts, three demons, and their captive restrained in magic-neutralizing cuffs. This vampire appeared well dressed, despite the wear and tear apparent on his garb. His blonde hair was untidy, but his pale green eyes took me in. He impressively was able to keep walking with his head held high, but I recognized the scent of fear anywhere. This man was accustomed to ignoring it, which either meant he was formidable or stupid.

"My Minister." Mammon's fae host greeted with a deep bow and a tip of his ridiculous hat. "Phineas Krem here to report." I stared the squat man down. With Mammon his shimmer was nearly impossible to see through, but I could see the real Phineas Krem. He was nothing but a Boggart that had been given a name. A name he dropped whenever possible. I was beginning to wonder if the fae was falling for his own shimmer. He held himself as if he weren't an unattractive hairy stout creature with long arms and ghastly teeth. Mammon enjoyed the greed in his host, but I just found the creature to be reaching beyond his means.

"Who is this?" I said nodding to the oddly composed vampire.

Ares's host Ruby stepped up and her tail swished in pride. "This here is apparently Dean of Dracula. A little crime boss from Vania." The werewolf sneered. Her lilac eyes were eagerly waiting for what I wanted to do with her captured prey.