Chapter 49 : There are too many chapters with this title! part 9

Nothing happened. Supposedly.

According to Benedictis (After I woke him up and beat him for taking my innocence, which he didn't take. Apparently. But I feel no discomfort at the moment so he has the benefit of the doubt) I got wasted, plastered, downright drunk on fairy wine (Strong stuff, heh.) and proceeded to drag him out of the ballroom and into the random (and slightly dangerous) doors in the infinite hallway before finding this nice and cozy castle wing (That he hasn't even seen before, surprisingly,) and collapsing into the bed.

...He lost his shirt to the mermaids.

Yes, I remember that. Am I laughing? Nooooo.

"What kind of god loses his shirt to a mermaid!" I cackled.

"I am not a god in the ways your thinking. I am not like Aphrite or Termoner, ("The 'Evil' god?" "He's not evil." "I used parentheses, didn't I?")...I am living, breathing. I cannot die in your sense, but I wasn't just suddenly there like they were. I was once human, I think. Or something like that. A being. And then I evolved into what I am,"

"Like a zombie?"

"...I don't understand."

"You don't know what a zombie is, or how a zombie is similar to your situation?"

"..."

"So, a zombie is a member of the undead that, for some reason, needs to feel on human flesh and brainnnnnssss," I moan, holding my hands out in front of me in the stereotypical zombie pose.

"...No reaction? Alright, I was just trying to be funny..."

"Oh, Ha. Ha. Ha-"

"Enough, you're dampening my spirits." I cut him off.

"As to how a zombie correlates to your sitch, heh. call me, beep me-- off-topic, sorry. Zombies die before being reborn into the...de-evolution they are. But in some cases, or stories, rather, they later evolved into a super species, and humans become their prey...even more so than previously. Some regain their intelligence, too."

"...Why are we talking about this?"

"I dunno. You brought it up, stop being so defensive!"

"...I kinda wish I hadn't danced with you as much as you intrigue me."

"The feeling is mutual, Benny-Ben-bunny."

A pause.

"What, no comments on the name?"

"I can't even--you exhaust me."

"Thank you." It was a compliment.

"You're deranged, I think."

"Hmm. Maybe. I think I've finally crashed. Or cracked. Choose your poison."

"Goddess, help me."

"Nah, that bumbling mess of a horror story can't save you, man. Just embrace the weirdness."

"Would you please stop tal--"

"I think we're going to be great friends!"

He groans into his hands.