Today was just like any other day in the shop. Business was slow, the owner was in the back stocking the shelves, all the weapons were polished and she cleaned the store three times already!
Now with four hours left open she was here, sitting in her favorite chair, in the corner of the shop, reading the latest issue of one of her favorite novel series. “Ooklag Fa'thogis cultist hunter,” was a book written in Aklo about a shape shifting bounty hunter who hunts cultists of an evil deity.
"Ooh here comes a good part. I wonder how Ooklag is going to be creative with this higher up of the cult.'"She really liked asking these questions to herself. Being delved into the book she was thinking in Aklo of course as she was trying to understand the language more. She continued reading with her eyes widening in anticipation and excitement.
“Ooklag charged at his already tired opponent. Using his trusty blade he slashed at the priests stomach, disemboweling him. Using his powers he transformed his arms into tentacles and pinned him to the ground."
"Ooklag then proceeded to generate more tentacles and slowly slither one down the priests throat, causing him to start suffocating. The man began flailing in panic as he tried to break free and cry for help. His attempts were futile as darkness began taking the priest. Soon his eyes slowly closed as he accepted his fate and death devoured him.”
"Ooklag satisfied with his kill slithered out of the man and began getting to work. Pulling out a dagger, Ooklag began slicing away at the man’s limbs one at a time. Pulling out his intestines like rope on a ship, and draining them slowly of all its innards!"
"THEN TAKING OUT ORGAN AFTER ORGAN HE LAID THEM ALL OUT, SKINNED THE MAN AND PICKED APART EVERY MUSCLE OFF EVERY BONE! STARTING WITH THE HEART AND LIVER HE TOOK A LARGE SNIFF OF IT AND RAISED IT TO HIS MOUTH TO-”
“VAL! What have I told you about reading those books with your earring still active! I know you enjoy them a lot, but listening to the noises of that language is frightening! I almost went insane in the back room!” Valery's head snapped up to see her adoptive father in front of her. Sinking behind her book she gave him an unsure smile.
"Sorry sir. I guess I wasn't aware I was thinking aloud. Especially in Aklo over the earring." The shop keep sighed “Sweetheart I told you time and time again, you don't haft to call me 'sir'. I adopted you for a reason, but whatever you're comfortable with is fine.
"Oh, and don't be sorry! I was only picking fun at you. You were into the book I understand.” He pats her head softly. “You're such a good girl. Don't ever change. By the way how are you doing on your Draconic? We have that order for that dragon lord to fill. We wouldn't want to insult him again now would we?
Val silently giggled ''Yep! I've been practicing day and night! Hopefully I can surprise him with my new skill! No worries!"
“Excellent” he shouts as he is looking around. “Say why don’t we close up early today and go out instead? Take a little break?” She happily closes her book making a mental note of her page. "Sure! I need to go into town for a new grindstone anyway. Got to keep my sweetheart nice and sharp!"
“Alright. Go change then go lock everything up. I'll close out the money since you don't like doing it.” She quickly jumped up and ran upstairs with her book thanking him as she left. Meanwhile the man was just starting to close out the money and take inventory when the bell went off on the door.
“Oh my apologies! We are closing early for the day. We will be open again tomorrow morning though!” He looked up to see three well built men and a woman in robes.
“Hmm what a shame. I thought you were open for a few more hours” one of them spoke. “Oh well I guess it doesn't matter. Now there won’t be anyone around to hear you scream.” Suddenly the largest man pulls out a longsword, the two other men pulls out flintlock pistols, and the woman has a strange book in her hand.
“Now if you would be so kind to make this easy. Hand over all of your valuables and all your money.”
“Great. I'm getting robbed, again. What else is new. Val you might want to get down here soon” he thought. “While I do appreciate the craftsmanship of fine weapons from around the world; I do not however appreciate them being pointed at me in a threatening manner. I can say the same for my adoptive daughter.”
The man scowled “You got a lot of balls for an old man. If you value your life and your daughters, I suggest you shut the hell up and do what I say.” The shop keep sighed “And if you value your lives you will take your leave now, or before my daughter comes downstairs.”
“Why” barked the man. “What is she going to do? I’ll just put her in her place like I always do to people weaker than me. Keep talking and I'll slit your throat. Now hand over the money!”
“Listen I'm about to start begging. I won’t even alert the guards. Please just leave.” Now the man was really upset. “I said SHUT UP YOU OLD SACK OF SHIT! Say one more god damn word and I'll-” He suddenly stopped when there were noises of footsteps coming from the nearby staircase.
Val came bouncing down the stairs in her combat attire and a large metal rod strapped to her back. She stops and looks around, then to the shop keep. "Really? Again? Ugh is this all?" she thought.
“Yes Val. These are it” he said. The man with the longsword laughed. “HA! This is your daughter? She looks no older than eighteen, and just got back from school!” This caused Valery to look down. Now that she took a closer look at her attire he wasn't wrong.
Her shoes, knee high socks, combat skirt, corset and blouse did kinda look like a school uniform. "Huh. Better try and rethink my wardrobe a bit." The shop keep ignored this in his head. Now he was annoyed with the robbers. “Alright look. I just had the place remodeled. I don't want to spend my afternoon cleaning up blood from everywhere again.”
“OH? And who is going to stop us?” He walks over to Val. “Her?”
“Yes” the shop keep quickly said. “She will also enjoy every second of killing all four of you. She also won’t stop until she is fully satisfied. Gets her off.” The man looks back at Val.
“That's some really kinky shit there girly. How about we do this. We kill the old man, then take your precious little girl with us and show her real pleasure? I like me a quiet one, because they scream the loudest.” He bends down, now eye level with Val. “What do you say little lady?”
Now Val was annoyed too. She looked at the shop keep again, also making the others look at him too. "Turn away. I apologies in advance." He obeyed her. As the man in front of Val turns back there is a sudden sound of clanging metal and skin being pierced.
A sharp pain flew through the man as he yelled. He looked down to see the blade of a large scythe pierced through his abdomen. “What the hell-” was all he was able to say when Val pulled upwards splitting the man in half. Using the momentum of the blow she turned and launched herself towards the other three robbers.
For the next several minutes all the shop keep herd was screams, gunshots, glass breaking, and laughter from his mind. Blood splattered on his shirt at some point too. Eventually silence filled the room and he decided it was safe to turn around.
Now normally the sight he witnessed would have made anyone else throw up their dinner, but it happened so often it didn't matter. There were pools of blood covering the majority of the floor.
The display cases were either broken or covered in blood splatters, body parts littered the ground, and Val? Val was standing there knees bent inwards, scythe held sideways, trembling, and slightly panting.
"Um. . . I may need an hour to myself. .. .then I’ll be down to help clean up."
“Go take care of yourself. I'll go find the solutions and brushes.” Val took off up the stairs with her weapon, while he went to look for the supplies.
Yep. Just another day at the shop. . .
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