Viewing Party 3
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“Eh, sure,” the Malefic Viper said. He materialized a screen in the air showing what he’d looked at earlier.
A human with wings flew through the air with a bird that sometimes flew up and pecked him on his forehead. They appeared to be fighting some larger birds. None of the sisters cared much for the scuffle between E-grades but still watched intently to try and comprehend what made the mortal so extraordinary.
The fight ended rather quickly, the larger birds clearly being outmatched. The only interesting thing was the snickering of the Viper at the human’s quite frankly horrendous flying skills. He full-on laughed when even the bird accosted him.
To the three female gods, it was boring to watch until the fight was truly finished by taking down a flock of smaller birds with some soul-attack skill. And the human did something they didn’t expect. He looked straight up—straight into the void where the Viper and three of them peered through, staring directly into their eyes.
“Villy, are you having a viewing party or what?” the mortal said into thin air before rubbing off the blood that was coming out of his eyes. “I got used to your staring, but please don’t invite friends over, or I’ll have to charge you for it. It’s distracting as hell.”
The four gods lying on the bed were the only ones to hear him—except for the bird, which appeared to only lower its opinion of him due to his apparent insanity.
Jake’s casual rebuttal made the three sisters open their eyes wide. Now they were full of even more questions than before.
“How did he detect us?”
“How dare he speak the Malefic One’s name like that?”
“Those eyes…”
The Viper could only smile, feeling a weird sense of satisfaction at the three dumbstruck gods. Felt good not to be the only one surprised by Jake’s nonsensical abilities.
“Well, there you have it,” he said, dispersing the screen once more. “As to how he knows I am watching… heck if I know. He just does, and I find it only adds to the enjoyment.”
He chose to categorically ignore the comments on etiquette and whatnot. He didn’t care. He also knew that any punishment short of death would be meaningless, as she was a bit of a masochist, if he had to say so himself. Not that he found the trait detrimental in bed.
But he had one more thing to add. “Oh, by the way, don’t mention anything about him to anyone, alright?”
The words were formed as a request, but the sisters were fully aware it wasn’t.
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