Mass release: 5/17
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🎧 Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé
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"They are also way more into technology than us, because they don't have magic, so they get really crazily creative with it. I stayed there more in the future of your years there, so I think I saw some crazier things. Technology is becoming a big thing to them," she grabbed her bottle again and finished drinking her vodka.
"I imagined that much, I left in the year 2017 of their calendar, and it was already very advanced for a civilization with no kind of magic and that is quite the basic race compared to us, and the other kins in our realm." I got up and went to the mini fridge, then I got the strawberry juice inside it and the last slice of pie, "Is this passionfruit pie?"
"Yes, you can have it, I left it there for you," she gave me a thumbs up. "Can you get me another vodka?" Grabbing another bottle of it, I threw at her and she got it. "Thank you, very much, Your Imperial Highness."
Scoffing, I closed the mini fridge, grabbed a small spoon, and went back to the couch with the pie and the juice, "Just call me Venna."
"Okay, Venna here, Vina outside. Ah, that's a strawberry martini."
I stared at what I thought to be juice and then to her, "Martini is a diverse cocktail, right? I remember my human mom having lots of this."
"Mmhm, a vodka based cocktail, you can have it in many ways, of many things, and you can also switch the base if you want, but it's mostly a vodka based drink. Traditional martini, strawberry, Pornstar, blueberry, espresso, chocolate, Mexican, and many other types of martini. In fact, you are a lucky girl for being my dorm-mate, if you want to try cocktails, since I worked as a bartender part-time while in senior high and college, so, from 16 to 21, and not to brag, and not because it's me, but I'm amazing at it."
"That's so cool, you gotta teach me how to make them," I clapped my hands and she giggled, happy with the idea.
"On it, I'll love that. Passing down my knowledge," she winked.
"That's about it. I worked two years as a babysitter from 10 to 11, for the kids of building I lived in Central Park, back in Manhattan, since I like kids, but from 12 to 14 I stopped and began to work baking all kinds of sweets to sell in my school, which got me a lot of money, money that I spent by building myself a library. I read all the books and left my notes on them, then, before I left, I dedicated all the books with a note on them, for my baby siblings, so that's the only record of me there left," it was for the best.
After five minutes in silence, in which I ate some of the pie, sipped the strawberry martini that was surprisingly delicious, and she drank her vodka, she spoke, "So, you can bake?"
"I can cook and bake, but I like to bake more. I learned 7 different cuisines while I was there: the Italian, French, Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, Brazilian, and Indian. I know how to do the stuff the North Americans eat too, but I don't really consider that a cuisine," it was too basic to me. "I also got money by making all the art assignments from the kids in my class, as I was the best at arts, and I'm still great at it, so I took a lot of money from them like this, and it was fine since they were all rich."
"Now that was clever, ugh, I wish I had done the same with math."
We stayed in a comfortable silence again, until I ate the passionfruit pie and we both finished our drinks. Then we just laid there, silent, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Probably thinking of the same chaotic things.
"Rose," I called her and she turned to me, "what do I do?"
She pressed her lips together, "About the war?"
"Yes," I passed my hands through my hair. "Should I kill the Kings and the Queens and then hand myself over to the damned God of Death, or should I just hand myself over to him because we will need the fucking strength of the Kings and Queens in the war? I don't know what to do, and I feel like one way or another, I will end up at the God's hands. Like they told me earlier, I was indeed raised to be an Empress, I was built to have the mindset of protecting my people, and now I…"
"I don't know either, Venna," Rose sighed. "I don't want to induce you to do anything, because this is literally about you. We have no way of knowing what exactly the God of Deaths wants to do to you, I don't think it'll be nice, as you did make a fool of him when you stole the immortality dew back then, which I would have done it too in your position. But we have no idea what he actually has in mind to keep you at his side, he could torture you and make you his pet, or he could try sexing you or,"
"Girl, no," I burst out laughing. "It's the God of Death, not of lust."
"I don't know," she giggled anxiously. "But what if he does try to seduce you? That would be a nicer way to be around him, no? As his… uh, consort of something? Can you imagine? Ravenna, the Consort of Death!"
My entire body cringed at that, "I would rather be a Goddess myself as I'm now immortal and incredibly powerful, than be a Consort. Ew, ew, ew. I was born to be an Empress, to be a ruler, to have a Consort, and not to be a Consort myself. That's degrading, even if we're talking about the God of Death. Who knows? He could look old as hell, and be horrifyingly ugly, he could smell of death, and he could be disgusting. What a nightmare, Gods be damned, I don't even want to think about that."
The disgust in my voice made her fold laughing, "Oh, Gods."
"I'm serious, girl, that's horrific, ew, no," I groaned.
"Can you imagine Death seducing you?" She laughed, teary-eyed.
That stupid idea made me laugh with her, "It'd be a plot twist."
"No, no, no," she giggled, her shoulders shaking, "him being your... Death being your Consort," she cried laughing.
"Ugh, you're so I unserious," I gasped, rolling my eyes, smiling.
"That would be fan-fucking-tastic," Rose cackled.
"Jokes aside, let's remember he caused my family's death."
That made her calm down, but her skin was still reddened. "That's quite unforgettable, and fucked up. But I was parting from the point that you are probably the only one he can be with in a physical level, since he probably kills anyone he touches, but that's not the case with you, because you cannot die. So, what if he wants to… I don't know? Do naughty stuff?"
"I'm not going to fuck Death itself," I scoffed.