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I’d just thought… you know. Hey, those weird guys up in that compound are super interested in our kind. Maybe one of them would want the chance to live platonically with a demiurgus, to get to know one for real. But no, it had to be a fucking sex cult.
He immediately dipped his head, voice breathy as he spoke. “Please, tell us how we can assist you. How we can please you.” Raising his head, his milky blue eyes shone. Fuck me, was he about to cry?
“I… I just wanted to see the inner workings of The Order. I was… curious.” The hopeful gleam in the old man’s gaze dimmed, and all the silent humans behind him sagged in apparent devastation. I eyed them all with mild horror. So they really lived their lives up here, separated from the rest of the world, on the off chance that one day they might get fucked by a demiurgus?
“You’ve never had a burger?” He looked back at the compound, now way above us as we descended the hill. His yellow eyes narrowed. “This place is cursed.”
“I’m not all that young. I’m thirty-five.” Parin rolled her eyes. “Darling, that’s young. Life doesn’t truly get good until you’re in your thirties and you stop giving a shit what people think of you. You’ve got the best years of your life ahead of you.”