Dark Passions at Death's Door

14 - Plan A

Of all the arrogant, impertinent immortal males!

And this baby wants to try and educate me?? Rrrrrrrr! I’m the damned wild card in the Lore, not him!

Nїx shook her head fiercely. She had to force down the shivers that had threatened her thighs.

That and the knowledge that this crazy male had sent a shockwave through her with that body of his. But then, she was also a demigoddess, with lusts to match.

The reaper had left her on edge of one of the best orgasms in recent memory. She couldn’t remember the last time she had one that intense she hadn’t induced with a little help from her battery-powered friends under her bed.

Her eyes cast off to the other mountains opposite the one he'd just leveled. She had a limited time table to do what she’d been planning, and now that mission was getting interrupted because of this baby. How did this boy even know about Orion and the pantheons?

And how exactly did he even think he was going to accomplish all of this? She paused. More importantly, how is he fighting me this hard when he’s barely older than Josephine or Thaddeus!? They’re from Apparatia. He’s… what is a reaper, really?

The youth interrupted her musings. “Orion’s halfway kin to my kind’s primordial creator. You might know him. The one they call Grim?”

Nїx’s eyes connected with his, narrowing. Had she asked that question out loud? She paused, then her mind processed what he’d answered with. There was no lie in those green eyes, or that face. Was this immortal male truly serious?

“The Grim Reaper.” She pointed at him delicately. “You’re saying your primordial creator is Death?”

“One and the same. Been ‘round a long while. Since Creation itself began with the Creator.”

It sank in why she was feeling differently about him. His lingo was new. Her tone lilted with a squint, “You mention God and Creator so much, you sound like one of those new Christian types.”

Another smirk twisted those male lips, “Yep, new kids on the block. Or, maybe an old tale retold with a new twist. Or,” he chuckled. “We’re a completely different tale others never expected.”

She weighed that a moment. Most of those from the mortal religions had almost never entered the Lore. They weren’t equipped for the shock of learning myths were not myths. More frequently, they were turnings from vampires.

Ellie Ann was one of the few to do so, and she’d been inhabited by a goddess before Lothaire had shown up. And she’d still ended up a vampiress. Albeit a daywalker, thanks to her husband's unexpected kindness.

Lothaire might have been the most evil of all vampires, but to grant his Bride the sunlight so she could walk in it was an unexpected and touching thing to many.

Nїx planted her hands on her hips. “Most of you newbies seem pretty closed off to others. If you transitioned so recently, shouldn’t you be wigging out about all this, reaper?”

“Nope.” Byron settled back a bit. “I always believed there was a spiritual reality to every faith system. Come to find out the spiritual is also physical. So, adjust, adapt, overcome.” He jerked a thumb at the scythe. “The scythe, new powers, and my home help immensely."

Nїx ran her hands together in thought. This young, his earlier behavior was more easily explained. He was still adjusting to hypersensitivity.

Also known as overstimulation, it was common with immortal species when they finally became immortal. For most, it meant their bodies would be on fire even more than they had been as teenagers.