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“Yes. I bloody well like my new name. Nick, is it?”
    “Touché.” Only his brothers and sisters called him Kinich. Everyone else called him Nick. But the gods had many, many names, depending on the culture. Votan, on the other hand, now had just one: Guy. Guy Santiago. Not very deity-like, but whatever. Didn’t change his gifts: killing and fighting.
    “And why are you trying to butter me up with a three thousand dollar bottle of wine this evening?” Guy asked.
    No use in beating around the bush. “This.” Kinich held out the black jade amulet Cimil had given him and each of the gods at her party.
    Guy sneered. “Thanks, I’m flattered, but I have several already…and a mate.”
    Kinich growled deep in his chest. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Guy.”
    The bartender quietly crept up and served them each a glass a wine.
    Guy thanked the man and then swilled the ruby red liquid in his mouth before responding. “I’m well aware of your feelings, Kinich; Cimil warned me, but you are mistaken in your point of view. Chaam did not turn evil because of the black jade. He was already fucked in the head when he discovered it.”
    Chaam was the God of Male Virility who’d found the black jade mines in southern Mexico. The jade had the ability to absorb and blunt the gods’ powerful energy in the physical world. With it, Chaam discovered he could be intimate and procreate with humans; both acts were an impossibility for any deity up until that point because prolonged contact with a god overloaded a human’s circuits, so to speak.
    But no one knew for certain what caused Chaam to turn against humanity. Kinich still reeled with horror every time he thought of the hundreds of women Chaam had used to provide him with female offspring whom they called Payals. Eventually, he would slaughter his female descendants and harvest their divine energy to fuel his apocalyptic weapons. A complicated, horrific mess.
    “You are correct; the jade is not to blame for what happened to Chaam.” Kinich sipped his wine. He much preferred a fine tequila or cognac—anything that burned, actually. “However, even Cimil admits she does not know the consequences of our using it. She thinks screwing humans is a recreation, like driving her latest new car.”
    “I assure you, screwing my fiancée is infinitely more enjoyable than a new Pagani—and trust me, I know. I have three. Paganis that is. Not fiancées. Emma would kill me if I ever looked at another woman.”
    Emma, one of the surviving Payals, was Guy’s new fiancée and the love of his existence. His devotion to her went beyond disturbing and disgraceful. Guy pranced around like a sappy, lovesick fool.
    Sad. Simply…sad. Kinich shook his head in disgust.
    “What?” Guy barked defensively, misinterpreting Kinich’s reaction. “I won the cars in a poker game from Cimil. But damn her, if she hasn’t taken every automobile, carriage, and horse I’ve owned for the last three centuries. It was about damn time I won.”
    “Idiot. Cimil sees the future. She let you win.”
    “Who cares?” Guy shrugged. “They’re Paganis. But still—nowhere near as enjoyable as a night with Emma.”
    “Yes, Emma is indeed special, brother. But there will be consequences for bringing more Payals into this world. This black jade is nothing but a test—if we were meant to bear offspring, the Creator simply would have given us the ability.”
    Guy ran his hand through his long black hair. “We’re hardly in a position to guess the Creator’s intentions. And who’s to say this is not fate playing its hand, guiding us into a new era of our existence?”
    “Or leading us to destruction,” Kinich argued. “The universe is in a state of cataclysmic imbalance. If we do not intervene, the Maaskab will overrun the planet.”
    The Maaskab, a cult of dark priests, descendants of the Maya and secretly ruled by Chaam before the gods managed to imprison him, grew more powerful by the day. Kinich