Chapter 69

The days seemed to blur together and before I knew it, the snow had come. I had always marveled at the pureness of snow, but after living in New York for so long, I began to understand that like most things, snow was not as pure as I originally thought.

Put aside the picturesque pictures and movies that you have seen, snow is nothing along those lines for longer than an hour. It falls, either melts and refreezes into ice, or stays on the ground to be contaminated by dirt.

I guess human life was a lot like snow. When you first came into this world, you were as pure as you could possibly be. However, the longer you stayed here, the more contaminated you become, until you no longer resemble the person you were born to be.

If you were wondering what brought upon this bout of melancholy, It had been three months and I was still dealing with the crap that was the House Gypsy under Jenny's rule. The darkness that seeped into the House was unimaginable.

Trying to curse me to death was actually the least offensive thing that they had been doing for the past 10 years.

I sighed as I turned away from the window of my mansion. Yes, Viki was able to find me a fantastic mansion with everything that I wanted… including being surrounded by woods and by a river. If I didn't know that she was a Monstru, I would have accused her of conjuring this place in order to get the sale.

But I digress. I looked at the people sitting in my office and wondered for the umpteenth time what the Hell I had gotten myself into. All of the people, men, were humans, and I use that term in a very… very… loose sense. We had a mayor (not of New York thankfully) a few senators and even a military general.

How they even knew what was going on, I had no idea, but here we are, trying to… you know what? I don't even know what we are trying to do.

But let me get back to how this whole thing started: the House Gypsy was dabbling in more than just curses. Apparently, Jenny wanted to branch out from the traditional roles of the Gypsies… curses and potions… into demon conjuring and assassinations. Yeah, I don't know how that came about either, but I have 6 men sitting in my office, drinking my coffee and asking if I will continue to provide them with demons and curses like the previous Head of House.

I was seconds away from losing my mind. The House Gypsy had become a liaison (to put it polity) between the humans and the supernatural community… something that should never have been bridged in the first place! I clearly dropped the ball when I agreed with Mother to leave the House Gypsy alone. Maybe this was her doing?

In the years that I didn't pay attention to Mother, had she manipulated House Gypsy to become this perverted? But how else would they be able to pull something like this off?

Still trying to hash things out in my mind, General Brian Greyson placed his coffee cup on the table with an audible thud. Believe it or not, this man was the most unoffensive of all of them here. His pink thread was still pure with only slight darkening here and there… no signs of rot. This made me think that maybe he had made some questionable decisions, but they were still for the better good.

I would be happy to work with this man in the future, depending on what he was expecting from this conversation.

"Yes?" I asked, raising my eyebrows to look at the man.

"You have not really spoken since we have asked if you were going to continue Jenny's legacy," said the man in a calm, collected voice. He was younger than I would have thought a military general to be… maybe no more than 45 years old. His brown hair was only slightly turning grey at the temples and his skin didn't have a single wrinkle. He also had maintained his figure… unlike the other men in the room.

"Jenny's legacy. Is that what you think this is about? Is that all you know about the situation on my side?" I asked, tilting my head to look at the man.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his brows wrinkling in concern. Huh, I guess he did have wrinkles.

"This situation is a lot more complicated than simply 'Jenny's legacy' of providing you with magical benefits and the use of demons. In fact, you have no idea the world that you have brought yourself into and I need to figure out if that is a good thing or a bad thing. But let me make one thing perfectly clear: Jenny does not have a 'legacy' and even if she did, this is not it."

General Greyson leaned forward, the concern on his face evident. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have unknowingly entered the world of the monsters… and that is normally a death sentence for humans."

I was willing to figure out what was going on with the military guy, but the other 5 were buried so far into the rot that I could practically smell it from here. "I will not be working with you five. Leave now before you can never leave."

One of the politicians stood up stuttering, yelling profanities and curses, threatening to have me put in jail if I was not willing to work with him. I smiled at his words. "I will not kill you simply for speaking, but do not think that I cannot hide your body well enough that no one can find it."

He sputtered and started pointing at me like that was going to make up for his inability to speak. "The others have heard your threats! If anything happens to me, they will know it was you."

I chuckled and took a seat in my leather chair behind my desk. "It's cute to think that they would not be in the graves beside you. Now go. You have two minutes to get off my property. I suggest you used them wisely."

The six men stood up in a way that was faster than usual, but still slow enough that they were trying to make a point that they were in control of the situation. They were wrong.

"Greyson, you can stay," I said, making a decision without realizing it. The other five huffed but quickly made their way out of the room when I made a ticking sound.

Turning to the lone man left in the room I smiled and invited him to sit. "You are not contaminated," I began, not sure where I was going with this. "For that, I am willing to hear you out. What do you, General Brian Greyson, need from the House Gypsy?"