Berries and Greed

I side-eyed him. So they actually, actively worshipped my kind then? This whole place was so fucking creepy.

“Why do you worship demiurgus?” I couldn’t help but ask as we made our way into a wide, black-stoned hallway. It was far too spacious—unnecessarily so. At least there weren’t any windows.

“Because we…” The high priest paused. “Because we do.”

I almost snorted. “That’s not an answer.”

It seemed like he was struggling to think of an actual response, which made this whole place even weirder. Definitely brainwashed.

“Because you have given humankind so much,” he eventually said. “And you are… Your forms, both of them, are beyond imagining. Your strength and speed and longevity… You are higher beings. You’re better.”

What in the actual fuck? I eyed him in alarm. What had we given humans? I supposed when my ancestors had first emerged from below to live on the surface long ago, they’d brought with them remedies and medicines that had since wiped out some human diseases. And I knew humans enjoyed some of our food and wine, delighted in our creations, gathered in droves in galleries and museums to gaze at our artwork and sculptures.

But… higher beings? Really? We literally came from below them.

And they were the ones who’d made all the good stuff. Pizza and TV and those little patches you could put on your pimples to make them practically vanish overnight.

“I’m not a higher being,” I told him, wondering if I was about to make his world implode. “I piss and shit just like you. I get drunk and do stupid things. I watch TV and eat junk food and sleep in too late.”

“Well, yes,” he sputtered, “because you have honoured humankind by choosing to live modestly among us. You honour us with your humility, Greater. You honour us with your presence, with the… the mere chance of blessing us with matehood.” He turned to face me, gazing up at me with teary eyes. “There would be no greater honour than to see you take one of my flock as your mate. To let them live in the warm shadow of your glory, in the knowledge that they may experience the divine ecstasy of your…”

“Of my what?” I asked apprehensively when he trailed off. If this frail old man uttered the words, ‘of your cock’, I was going to smash my way bodily through the nearest wall to escape.

“Of your virility,” he breathed, which was almost just as fucking bad. My eye twitched as I suppressed a cringe, wanting to inch away from him. “There is no higher pleasure for a human, my Greater. Nothing comes above it. That is why we worship you.”

Fucking hell, who had started these rumours? The demiurgus themselves? Truthfully, if a demiurgus attempted to fuck a human, the human likely wouldn’t survive it. For multiple reasons. Demiurgus with cocks… Well, that went without saying. But while demiurgus with cunts didn’t possess the physical attributes that would destroy a fragile human body, most demiurgus were far too vicious and rough during mating—not to mention much, much bigger—for a human to come out the other end with their body and sanity intact.

And yet somehow, I had found myself being given a tour of a sex cult’s compound. A sex cult that worshipped my kind. That worshipped me.

Get me the fuck out of here.

The high priest was eyeing me with gleaming, adoration-filled eyes, making me wildly uncomfortable. I took a step back, gaze drifting to the doors we’d just gone through. Maybe I could make a run for it. I’d never be able to show my face in the city again, but it wasn’t like I went out much anyway.

“The courtyard is just through here, Greater.” The old man was shuffling onward, his silent entourage following but watching me with wide eyes.

I glanced back at the doors one last time, then reluctantly trailed after them. If it made the old man so happy, I would step into the stupid courtyard, give it a nod, then leave. What did they have out there? Probably a gigantic, very incorrect statue of a demiurgus cock. Did they all gather around it and fall to their knees in worship? Fucking weirdos.

When I stepped out into bright sunlight, I realised there wasn’t a giant cock statue, but there were several sculptures of my kind that gleamed black under the blue sky. They towered over us, depicting demiurgus in various poses, and were interspersed along the length of the wide courtyard. The building stretched all around the rectangular space, enclosing it completely. Potted trees sat between low stone benches, and there was a large fire pit in the very centre.

I cleared my throat when I realised the high priest was gazing up at me expectantly. “Very nice. Well, I—”

I cut myself off when I finally noticed the rows of humans waiting silently at the other end of the courtyard. A wall of beige I’d missed at first, seeing as they stood in front of an actual wall of beige, almost blending into it.