“We'll have some more cool acts all with audience participation,” I start then launch into specifics.
For years people have tried to figure out how I can use strangers for my shows and it still looks real. I’m always amused because it is real.
Ifmy trick is to split someone in half, I really split them. I just take away the pain and rip them apart. When I’m done, I put them back together and go on about my business. I’m a one man show. No aide necessary. It also makes me more mysterious. Entertainment magazines and shows are going crazy trying to figure out how and do it. More so, they want to know all about my personal life, like bloodhounds. Periodically, I’ll plant a “memory” in a random woman or man’s head that they’ve had sex with me. They usually keep the media amused since there is no proof.
I wouldn’t be me if didn’t fuck with people. Plus, I don’t have black hair, deep brown eyes, full body tattoos, and piercings so they can never find me when I’m not on stage. I don’t like leather pants; they make my balls sweat. I used to actually wear them until I decided to stay naked and give the illusion I’m dressed - nice and breezy.
Astrid tries to follow me into my dressing room. I put out an invisible blow that makes her trip then slam the door to my room. They think I’m dramatic and need a lot of quiet to “prepare” for my show. I don’t. It’s just I’ve found few mortals appealing which is why it hurts when one dies.
My mind goes back to Sigyn. She was always beautiful to me, but I really like her golden skin, the shape of her body, and the brown eyes that are as big as her curls. Her sweet pussy is the same--just more fragile in her mortal form--but, fuck, I want some more. Tamping my desire after trying to like mortals has made me ravenous for my wife.
Tuning into her thoughts, I laugh that she’s still worried I’ll appear. Nope. I have a magic show. Then after that, I might fill in for a nearby pop star who needs a break. I’m not going to go full-out blonde chick with booty shorts shaking my ass to the beat, but I can project the illusion and laugh at the overdressed assholes who think she can see them.
She’ll get a reprieve from me tonight, but she’s lost her fucking mind if she thinks I’m going away anytime soon.
