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Chapter 36: Ambadassor of Death

"Anyone found anything?" I call out in the park.

"Not here, Dear Sir," says Mero.

"I know, dear Mero." I lower myself and kiss her cheek, my arms around her. "I'm the one pushing your wheelchair."

"Oh, right." She blushes, fidgeting with the flashlight in her hand. "I guess I just forgot."

"Sure you did." I pat her head.

"Nothing, Aruji-dono." Cerea calls from somewhere on my left. "If her skull was here, 'tis vanished into thin air."

"Can we go back home, Darling?" Miia whines from where Cerea was just speaking. "I'm tired, hungry, and scared."

"It'll be just a moment, Miia. Hang tight, my love."

Tionishia comes running to us. "I found nothing, sweetie."

"Damn it." I click my tongue. "Should we call for backup? Zombina and Draco."

"I think you should, Dear Sir," says Mero, gazing at me over her shoulder.

I take my phone out and hear Miia scream.

"Miia? Miia!"

When we get to the source of the scream, Cerea is on her knees, trying to wake the unconscious Miia.

"Oh, Aruji-dono." Cerea looks at us, her voice relieved, holding Miia's head in her lap.

"What happened, Cerea?" I ask with ragged breath.

"Well…" Cerea seems at a loss on how to answer. "You should see for yourself."

She points in the direction where Miia's fallen flashlight is throwing light.

A blue head is lying there, with eyes that are staring at us from behind the white bangs.

I walk to the head.

"Dear Sir!"

"Aruji-dono!"

"Sweetie!"

"Relax, my loves." I pick the head up, my hands cupping the cheeks. "It's nothing."

"Foolish Mortal!" The lips of the face part and a menacing voice comes out.

I almost drop the head in shock.

"Whom do you think are you calling Nothing?"

"So you can speak. You don't seem in much of a shape here."

"So what if the Fates have decided to separate my visage from my torso and limbs?" the head continues. "I'm still the Reaper. I ride the stallion of death!"

"Uh… okay. You want to go back to your body?"

"Impudent upstart!" Her voice makes us all jump. "Who are you to think you can…"

At that moment, her face goes red and she makes weird expressions.

"What's happening?" she manages to blurt, her voice girly instead of guttural. "Who's made a toy of my body?"

She moans, starts drooling a moment later.

"I'm tied, bound up, but it feels so good!"

"Aruji-dono." Cerea places her hand on my shoulder. "I think I understand her predicament."

"So do I, Cerea."

I have an image of Rachnee playing BDSM with the poor headless body.

"Let's go home."

"Oh, you're all home." Rachnee smiles at us as she opens the door.

"Yep." I hold up the head as we walk in. "Look what we found."

"Not exactly what I expected you to bring home," Rachnee giggles, draping her arm over my shoulder.

"Where's our newest guest?"

"In the living room." Rachnee covers her mouth with her hand to stifle her evil laughter.

The blue body is hanging from the roof with Rachnee's webs. Zombina is there as well, her separated limbs hanging close to her main body. She seems to be asleep.

"I'll have to sew her back together." I sigh. "When is this day gonna be over?"

"Really?" Rachnee seems regretful. "I'm sorry, Honey."

"Don't worry about it, Rachnee." I pat her head, kiss her hand on my shoulder. "Just get them down. That's enough play time for one night, don't you think?"

"I guess." She laughs, sweat gleaming on her face.

The blue body is happy to have her head back. The stoic head is also glad to be back to its rightful position.

The blue girl coughs. "I have to thank you for your assistance, Mortal. Be thankful I have deigned to show gratitude to you, me, a Dullahan, a reaper, to you, a paltry human."

"So you're a Dullahan?" Smith pads into the room, her nipples showing through her shirt, her hair bedraggled, her feet bare. "You mind keeping it down?"

"Who is this insolent…" The Dullahan turns her attention to Smith.

When Smith does her Demon glance, the Dullahan freezes and hides behind me, peeking from behind my shoulder, her hands clutching my sides.

"Keep her away from me," she whispers. "She's frightening."

I let out a nervous laugh. "I guess she is, to those she doesn't like. What did you say your name was?"

She coughs. "You insignificant creatures have the pleasure of addressing Lala, an ambassador of Death."

"Hai, Hai, keep it down." Smith opens the fridge and bows. Her shorts reveal her panties.

I have to look away in order to not get an erection.

"Darling."

"Yes!" I straighten.

"Where's the ice cream?" Smith peers at me, unaware that a strap of her shirt has slid off her shoulder. Her breast is threatening to reveal itself. "I thought it was in the fridge."

"It's in the freezer."

"Oh, thank you."

"So, Lala, is it?" I sit down on the couch, Zombina's limbs lying on the sofa, who has woken up with a yawn and a groan when she sees the state her body is in.

I start sewing her left arm.

"Hurry up, babe." She clicks her tongue. "This is inconvenient."

"I can only do so much at a given time, you know. Be patient."

"Darling," Smith lilts. "You want some ice cream?"

"No, thank you, Smith, I…" I look at her and words halt in my mouth. She is standing with her breasts bared, nipples covered with ice cream, "…would love some ice cream."

"Don't get up." She holds her hand, stopping me in my tracks. "I'll come."

"I'll too." I give her a goofy grin and bite into her nipples, licking off the ice cream.

She moans under my wet, slippery attention. After some licking, she sits in my lap and pulls my lips in for a kiss.

"Ow!" Zombina yowls. "Careful with the needle."

"Oh, sorry about that." Smith gets off me, keeping a foot on my thigh, my cock under her big toe. "We'll continue this later." She cups my cheek. "Okay, Darling?"

"Yeah." I nod, fidgeting because of my erection. "Left arm done, Zombina."

"You call this done?" Zombina holds up her left arm, which is dangling from its socket, the inside of her skin visible. "Who do you think I am? An injured war veteran?"

"Oh, I'll do it again."

"When?"

"Right now."

"Good." Zombina smiles and offers me her arm.

"What were these two just doing?" Lala whispers to Cerea. "What deviants have trapped me."

"The sexual kind," says Rachnee.

"He's very active," says Lala, "for someone at the threshold of death."

There is stillness in the room as her words.

"What did you say?" Miia sits up, her head slipping off Cerea's lap. "The threshold of death?"

"That's right." Lala jams her finger toward me. "Heed my words, Human. Your death is close. You may not survive this night."

The shock in the room is palpable.

"What did you say?" Miia is too bamboozled to raise her voice. "Darling's going to die?"

"Oh!" Mero jumps into her tragedy tantrum. "You'll die, leaving me behind. I'll have to gather my daughters and tell you'll be home soon, while knowing you are never coming back. As they happily talk about you and being with you, I'll turn away and wipe my tears."

"No one, not even death," Cerea draws her sword, her eyes a dance of water and fire, "shall pass me to hurt my beloved Master. Even if 'tis the Legions of the Pit, I'll battle to death for the sake of my Master."

Zombina just stares at her unsewn arm. Tio is standing near the wall, watching the proceedings like a guest.

"Let me get this straight." Smith approaches Lala, who cowers behind Rachnee on seeing Smith, who has covered her tits now. "Are you the one who sent the letter?"

"Yes!" Lala juts out her chest. I notice that her breasts are almost the same size as Mero's and Zombina's. "That was not a paltry threat. That was a prediction. When death knocks on his door, I'll be one to transport him to the next world."

"Oh, be quiet." Rachnee ties her up with her thread. "You talk too much."

Lala thrashes in her bindings, trying to speak with her mouth gagged.

"Silence." Smith shoots a glance in her direction.

Lala goes still like a snake pretending to be dead.

"Now, we have to figure out what she means." Smith places her hand under her chin in thought.

"There's nothing to figure out!" Miia grabs me and slithers towards the exit of the living room. "Darling will make love to me the last time before he dies. I was his first and I shall be his last!"

I listen in silence to the angry protests and shouts that Miia leaves in her wake, slithering up the stairs to her bedroom.

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