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Chapter 26

“Another drink, sir?” asked the waitress who was wearing a silky black outfit.

“No thanks, I need to be sober enough to drive home.”

She gave me a million dollar smile and gracefully turned to head back towards the bar. She dodged the hand of another customer trying to grab her butt without slowing down. She didn’t appear to look at him or even to put in any effort to dodge. She was naturally as graceful as a jungle cat.

It was easy for me to see her movements were way too quick and graceful for a normal human. Humans could not move like that.

~I wonder if she is single.

Bob’s voice came in loud and clear inside my mind. Telepathy was a minor magic for a god. Bob could hear my thoughts and could see through my eyes, but only when I allowed him to.

~Bob, she’s a monster. She would eat you alive.

~I know.

I could almost feel him smiling within my mind.

I turned my attention back to my surroundings. The club didn’t have a true name, but most people called it Club Night. The club was majorly exclusive. Only the richest of the rich were allowed in, by invitation only of course. Thanks to a gross misuse of my new powers, I was currently one of the richest movers and shakers of any human in the world. Acquiring wealth in the human world had been rather easy for me. Perks of being divine.

I had decided that being insanely wealthy would help me with hunting monsters. I currently owned several news companies around the world. Certain individuals at those companies were instructed to notify me via a certain cell phone number if they or any of their reporters encountered any stories that involved anything strange. Despite all of my acquired resources I was currently getting rather tired of investigating big foot sightings.  Only a small percentage of sightings were real.

“Wow. Someone is slumming it,” commented a voice I recognized in a snarky tone.

Maybe if I didn’t acknowledge him he would go away. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Though it does have a nice atmosphere here,” said Cupid, the God of Love. Also known as a pain in my butt.

“How much do I have to pay you to go away and leave me alone forever?”

“We told you we would be checking up on you. This is me doing my civil service. Would you like a drink?”

Two golden goblets suddenly appeared in front of us.

“Cut that out,” I told him sternly while looking around to make sure no one had noticed his little display of magic. “Don’t do magic in front of the mortals.”

“Relax. Even if someone saw, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. Mortals are experts at lying to themselves.”

He reached down and picked up one of the goblets and took a drink. He looked over the top of the goblet at me. “Give it a try. It’s the nectar of the gods, ambrosia.”

I reached down and took a sip from the other goblet.  “Fruity.” It was actually rather good.

“One of the many perks of being a god,” he replied.

A tall, slim girl with blond hair walked up to Cupid.

“Want to dance, cutie?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

“Maybe another time,” he replied. He still took his time checking her out.

~She’s cute. I’d dance with her.

~Bob, I need you to find a girlfriend, quick.

~That’s what I’m trying to do! Ask her and see if she likes pale and short guys that are scared of the dead.

I ran through multiple scenarios of me chatting the girl up about my pale friend that’s scared of the dead and every time it did not go well. So I ignored Bob.

The cute girl pouted, but walked away. Cupid seemed to also be enjoying watching her leave.

“That was a perk of being the God of Love,” said Cupid with a smile. “I can’t keep the ladies, and some men, off of me.”

I rolled my eyesand took another sip of ambrosia. It was growing on me.

“I can’t turn it off. If I even concentrate a little I can make this entire place turn into a giant orgy.”

“Please don’t. These clothes I’m wearing are really expensive. I don’t want to get any stains on them.”

I adjusted the tie I was wearing. I would be super pissed if my tie got messed up, as I had spent over a thousand dollars to buy it.

“Relax Tarous. Do you really think I would do something like that just to entertain myself?”

“Yes, without a doubt,” I replied instantly and without hesitation while simultaneously glaring at Cupid. I almost felt like I was channeling Cronus.

“You know me so well, despite having just met me,” said Cupid with tears brimming in his eyes.

I could tell the tears were fake. I took another sip from my glass. I was really enjoying the ambrosia.

“So, what are you hunting this time?” asked Cupid.

“Not sure, but I’m pretty sure all of the staff here aren’t human. Perhaps you would like to stick around as bait?”

“Oh, look at the time! It’s getting late. Unless I get my beauty sleep I look only extremely handsome instead of my usual absolutely gorgeous.” He faded away, along with the two goblets.

~Loser.

“Cupid has left the building,” I mumbled to myself. Stupid pigeon of love, I wasn’t done drinking that. I really wished he had left the ambrosia.

“Do you think it could be aliens taking the bodies?” The conversation of a nearby table wafted over to me.

“No way. How could aliens be everywhere at once?”

~I just wish that for once the sightings of Bigfoot would be real.

~Bob, Bigfoot isn’t real, give up on that fantasy.

~I know he is real Tarous and I will prove it, one day.

Bodies that disappeared seconds after a person died was something so attention grabbing that even humans had