I retreated to the kitchen, setting his coffee down before checking on my stew. Greid had been right—it did smell really good already. My mouth stretched into a proud grin as I gave it a stir, pleased to see the gravy thickening as the recipe had promised, and clamped the lid back on.

I went upstairs to change my pad and swap my work clothes for something comfier. When I got back downstairs and shuffled into the living room in my slippers, there was still no noise coming from the basement. Frowning a little, I pulled out my phone and typed out a text.

Are you okay? Where are you??

I heard Greid’s phone ding in his bedroom. Crossing the hall, I knocked on his door again. “Greid, you okay?”

He didn’t answer. Maybe he’d gone back to sleep. But then why was the basement light on?

I stood there for a few seconds before heading for the basement door. I was pretty sure he wasn’t down there—it felt empty—but now I was curious. Descending the staircase, I shivered as the air grew cooler. Greid wasn’t there. The TV was off and all the machines stood still and lifeless.

He must have been asleep then. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t have left the house without his phone. Just as I turned to go back upstairs, something caught my eye.

Right at the back of the basement, past the gym equipment, was another door that was partially open. I cocked my head as I stared at it. Huh. I’d never noticed that before, but then, it was the same colour as the walls, and there were random objects either side of it—a few cardboard boxes, a bedframe tipped on its side and a dresser. I wondered if it had all been cleared out of the room upstairs for Agma’s studio.

It looked dark beyond the open door, but… this had to be where Greid was, right? What was he doing in there?

I hovered for a few seconds, wondering whether I should just leave him to whatever he was up to. In the end, curiosity drove me forward. If it was, like, his secret masturbation room or something, I’d back away and pretend I’d never seen anything.

Approaching the door quietly, I reached out to grasp it and pull it open a little more. I was nervous, for some reason, and felt just a touch guilty. But… surely he wasn’t doing anything nefarious in there? It was Greid. He was just a big, lanky teddy bear. It was more likely to be a secret eating room or something. Or maybe a second Room of Shame.

It was too dark for me to see anything, so I pulled the door open wider to let the light from the gym flood in. I blinked when I saw the staircase spiralling down directly beyond the threshold. Leaning in just a little, I peered down. It seemed to go on forever, descending into total darkness.

What the hell? I licked my lips nervously and called out, “Greid? Are you… okay?”

I thought I could hear a faint thumping sound down there. Oh god, maybe it was a secret masturbation room. Just as I started backing hurriedly away from the door, I heard another one open far below and the thud of footsteps racing up the stairs.

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Chapter Thirty-One

Greid

“I wasn’t doing anything weird,” I blurted the moment I reached the top of the staircase and saw Beryl standing there with wary eyes.

“It’s okay,” she said quickly, backing away. “I was just worried about—I just wondered where you were. I’ll leave you to it. No worries.”

“No, wait, Beryl.” My ears went wild as she stopped and eyed me, blunt white teeth nibbling on her lower lip. “I swear it’s not anything weird.”

I was pretty sure the more I said that, the weirder she’d think it was. She shook her head, backing away again.

“Seriously, Greid, you don’t have to explain anything. It’s your house. As long as you’re okay, I’ll just go, uh, watch TV.” She paused, freckled cheeks growing pink. “Your, uh, your sweater’s on inside out, by the way. And back to front.”

I glanced down. Fuck. Now it looked really weird.

“It’s not a sex thing,” I burst out hurriedly. “It’s just a… It’s a, um, demiurgus thing. It’s just…” I fiddled with the cuff of my sweater, before blurting out, “I’m not all that used to spending this much time in my humanoid form, and I was feeling a little anxious, so I just—I decided to go to my deeproom.”

“Your… what?” Beryl cocked her head.

I gestured at the door behind me. “All demiurgus-built houses have a deeproom. It’s like a… cave, I guess? Just a space, um, deep in the earth, where we can go to relax and stuff.”

And race around like an idiot when I had too much energy that I needed to expend in my true form.

“Oh.” Intrigue sparked in Beryl’s green eyes. “That’s cool. So you feel more relaxed deep underground?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrugged. “I was born on the surface, obviously, but all demiurgus like being close to the ground, or below it. Just an instinct, I guess. So, yeah. Demiurgus houses tend to have deeprooms.”

Some rich folk even had entire deeproom networks that tunnelled super far down. And I’d heard rumours that the one percent had their own private entrances to Deep Earth underneath their mega-mansions.

“Wow. That’s awesome.” Beryl smiled at me, but then her mouth twisted with worry. “Were you feeling anxious because of what we talked about?”

“No, no,” I rushed to reassure her. “Just work. This headpiece thing is really complicated, and my eyes started to hurt when I was working on it earlier, so I decided to take a break and come down here.”

And because restless frustration made me get what my mom had always affectionately called ‘the zoomies’. I could not let Beryl know that.

“Okay.” She relaxed, eyes darting to the door behind me. “Well, I’ll leave you to it—”

“Do you”—I shifted from foot to foot, my ears fluttering—“do you want to see it?”

She perked up. “Your other form? Your true form?”

“Oh.” I fidgeted again. “Um, well, I actually meant the deeproom, but… I could show you that too. If you want.”

“You don’t have to,” she said immediately. “Sorry, I just thought that was what you meant.”

“No, it’s okay.” Despite the nerves churning in my belly, I managed a shrug. “It’s not like a demiurgus’s true form is a secret. I’ve just, um, never shown a human before.”

She gave me a gentle smile. “You don’t have to show me, Greid.”

“No, I-I want to.” I actually did. I wanted Beryl to see all parts of me. Turning for the door, I said, “I’ll go first because it’s pretty dark, but there’s enough light in the deeproom for you to see.”

“Okay.”

As she followed me, I felt her small fingers twine through mine. Clutching them tight, I led her down the spiral staircase, our footsteps clanging against the metal.

“Gosh, it’s far down, huh?” she said with a slightly nervous chuckle.

I glanced back at her quickly, almost tripping on the stairs. “Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s fine, I just… I guess I’m used to living up high. On that stupid hill.”

I snorted, facing forward again. “Yeah. If the cult really wanted demiurgus visitors, they should’ve built their compound underground.”

“Trust me, Greid, they do really want demiurgus visitors,” she said dryly. “They just don’t know anywhere near as much about demiurgus as they think they do.”

That was… very true, judging by the incorrect demiurgus cocks plastered all over their walls.

“Haven’t any of them ever watched demiurgus porn?” I realised how abrupt the question was the moment it left my mouth, and my ears fluttered. “Sorry. I was just, um, thinking about stuff. That they have wrong.”

Beryl chuckled, giving my hand a squeeze. “I guess they haven’t. I think the main reason they cut us off so much from the outside world was so that we couldn’t start to view the demiurgus as regular folk. Folk who, you know, just go shopping and out to dinner and make porn and TV shows and films… They want us to think of you all as gods. Above everyone else.”