Chapter 4
"You've been with the mortal called Rejalyn Athenlar for quite a while now," the man, Hades, said. "Your task was to gather information. I trust you have a report for me now?"
Lyn nodded slowly. /What would he want to know about the woman and her friends, life, and so on?/ "Yes, sir. Rejalyn, or Rejal as her friends call her -"
"She has friends?"
Lyn supressed a grinning smirk. "Yes, sir. Rejalyn has friends."
"Interesting. . .include them in the report."
"Of course." Lyn nodded. "Rejalyn is a fighter in some ways. She is also stubborn, and does her best to hide her inner thoughts and emotions.
"Rejal longs to see those of her past. . . Whether you have already claimed them or not, sire. Lately she has seemed somewhat morbid and out-of-sorts. Before she met up with her two companions again a few weeks ago she was extremely loney, even though she did have the dog along with her.
"Her two companions are a spaniardess and a half night-elf/half drow. The previous is called Carmencita and the latter is known as Marisa, also called the Cobra in some parts. For awhile she was aso traveling with the dragon called Sven, and Tahlet."
Hades raised an eyebrow. "I have been told of the Cobra before."
Lyn couldn't wait any longer. "Lord Hades; if I may ask, what is it that you called me back here for? What do you require of me now?"
He smiled. It was a cold, dark smirk when compared to the eternally burning fires of hell. However, it was the only way the master of death knew how to grin.
"I called you here because that woman has been a thorn in the ass of an associate of mine since she was fifteen years of age back in her home kingdom of Alahar. He wants her out of his way; perhaps not dead, but atleast 'moved' from his pathway.
"And you are part of the plan. Not the dog you, but the human you."
"What am I supposed to do?" Lyn asked softly.
"Distract her. Act like a local girl and sort of 'chum up' to the group. Show them around. After a few days my associate will come into contact with you and give further instructions from that point."
"How will I know who this 'associate' of yours is?"
"Believe me, little Lyn, you will know."
Lyn watched her master curiously. Another question formed in her mind. "And what of Rejal's canine companion?"
"He will be found dead in the street when she awakens. A blow to it's poor liddle head will have done the poor bugger in."
"You're killing something that wasn't even true in the first place?"
"I can do what I want. I can create what I want. I can make things happen when I want. Therefore I created a replica of your dog form and made it die. Remember that, Lyn. The world is my toy."
Lyn hesitated. That was, without a doubt, a direct threat toward her.
Hades waved his hand. "Get going. You have a new job to do now."
Despite her mind's tortured scream of 'Nooo!!', Lyn's legs started to carry her back toward the town.
* * *
Rejal was shocked.
Who would kill her dog? Who would kill her poor, poor Styxie? Who was that cruel? That merciless?
"They. Will. Die."
Carmen patted Rejal's back as Marisa helped Rejal onto her feet. Having already consoled her and offered their hands in helping with the capture of the fiend, there was little else they could think to do that would be much help.
"Let's go back to La Vielle Taverne and get some drinks," Carmen offered softly.
Rejal nodded and the three turned to the building they had stayed in. They quietly entered and took their seats at the main bar and ordered their drinks.
The three girls drank slowly in silence until a man sat on Rejal's left.
The man was big and burly with a beer belly. He was almost completely bald except for some hair in a braided rattail he was growing that was almost down to his ass. He had a long beard the same orance-red as his rattail and dark green eyes. On his arm was a skull tattoo with a sword through it and the name of "Punkin."
Rejal eyed the man. "Did you kick my dog and kill him?"
"Uh. . . . .no."
Rejal turned and faced him fully. "'Uh. . . . .no,'" she mimicked him. "Took a nice amount of time for you to answer that question, didn't it, Mister Punkin? If that's even your REAL NAME!" she shrieked.
Carmen grimaced and looked down into her glass, muttering, "I'm guessing this was a bad idea."
"Of course not, Cita; Rejal can vent out frustration this way," Marisa said.
"Look lady! I didn't kill your damn mutt!" Punkin pounded his fist to the table.
"He wasn't a 'damn mutt'! He was a great dane, you dolt! Don't you even bother finding out about dogs before you hurt them?!"
"I didn't hurt your dog, lady!"
"Don't call me 'lady!'"
"Why?" Punkin asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you one?"
Marisa grabbed Rejal's arm and Carmen put a hand over her mouth before Rejal could say anything else.
"I'm sorry, 'Punkin'," she said. "Our friend has been having a bad day. Please excuse us and don't try coming after us because of this or we'll be forced to take action against you. Have a nice day!"
They hustled Rejal out of the room.
"Nice touch, Cita," Marisa said, grinning.
"Eew," Carmen said.
"What?"
"She licked my hand!"
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"You've been with the mortal called Rejalyn Athenlar for quite a while now," the man, Hades, said. "Your task was to gather information. I trust you have a report for me now?"
Lyn nodded slowly. /What would he want to know about the woman and her friends, life, and so on?/ "Yes, sir. Rejalyn, or Rejal as her friends call her -"
"She has friends?"
Lyn supressed a grinning smirk. "Yes, sir. Rejalyn has friends."
"Interesting. . .include them in the report."
"Of course." Lyn nodded. "Rejalyn is a fighter in some ways. She is also stubborn, and does her best to hide her inner thoughts and emotions.
"Rejal longs to see those of her past. . . Whether you have already claimed them or not, sire. Lately she has seemed somewhat morbid and out-of-sorts. Before she met up with her two companions again a few weeks ago she was extremely loney, even though she did have the dog along with her.
"Her two companions are a spaniardess and a half night-elf/half drow. The previous is called Carmencita and the latter is known as Marisa, also called the Cobra in some parts. For awhile she was aso traveling with the dragon called Sven, and Tahlet."
Hades raised an eyebrow. "I have been told of the Cobra before."
Lyn couldn't wait any longer. "Lord Hades; if I may ask, what is it that you called me back here for? What do you require of me now?"
He smiled. It was a cold, dark smirk when compared to the eternally burning fires of hell. However, it was the only way the master of death knew how to grin.
"I called you here because that woman has been a thorn in the ass of an associate of mine since she was fifteen years of age back in her home kingdom of Alahar. He wants her out of his way; perhaps not dead, but atleast 'moved' from his pathway.
"And you are part of the plan. Not the dog you, but the human you."
"What am I supposed to do?" Lyn asked softly.
"Distract her. Act like a local girl and sort of 'chum up' to the group. Show them around. After a few days my associate will come into contact with you and give further instructions from that point."
"How will I know who this 'associate' of yours is?"
"Believe me, little Lyn, you will know."
Lyn watched her master curiously. Another question formed in her mind. "And what of Rejal's canine companion?"
"He will be found dead in the street when she awakens. A blow to it's poor liddle head will have done the poor bugger in."
"You're killing something that wasn't even true in the first place?"
"I can do what I want. I can create what I want. I can make things happen when I want. Therefore I created a replica of your dog form and made it die. Remember that, Lyn. The world is my toy."
Lyn hesitated. That was, without a doubt, a direct threat toward her.
Hades waved his hand. "Get going. You have a new job to do now."
Despite her mind's tortured scream of 'Nooo!!', Lyn's legs started to carry her back toward the town.
* * *
Rejal was shocked.
Who would kill her dog? Who would kill her poor, poor Styxie? Who was that cruel? That merciless?
"They. Will. Die."
Carmen patted Rejal's back as Marisa helped Rejal onto her feet. Having already consoled her and offered their hands in helping with the capture of the fiend, there was little else they could think to do that would be much help.
"Let's go back to La Vielle Taverne and get some drinks," Carmen offered softly.
Rejal nodded and the three turned to the building they had stayed in. They quietly entered and took their seats at the main bar and ordered their drinks.
The three girls drank slowly in silence until a man sat on Rejal's left.
The man was big and burly with a beer belly. He was almost completely bald except for some hair in a braided rattail he was growing that was almost down to his ass. He had a long beard the same orance-red as his rattail and dark green eyes. On his arm was a skull tattoo with a sword through it and the name of "Punkin."
Rejal eyed the man. "Did you kick my dog and kill him?"
"Uh. . . . .no."
Rejal turned and faced him fully. "'Uh. . . . .no,'" she mimicked him. "Took a nice amount of time for you to answer that question, didn't it, Mister Punkin? If that's even your REAL NAME!" she shrieked.
Carmen grimaced and looked down into her glass, muttering, "I'm guessing this was a bad idea."
"Of course not, Cita; Rejal can vent out frustration this way," Marisa said.
"Look lady! I didn't kill your damn mutt!" Punkin pounded his fist to the table.
"He wasn't a 'damn mutt'! He was a great dane, you dolt! Don't you even bother finding out about dogs before you hurt them?!"
"I didn't hurt your dog, lady!"
"Don't call me 'lady!'"
"Why?" Punkin asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you one?"
Marisa grabbed Rejal's arm and Carmen put a hand over her mouth before Rejal could say anything else.
"I'm sorry, 'Punkin'," she said. "Our friend has been having a bad day. Please excuse us and don't try coming after us because of this or we'll be forced to take action against you. Have a nice day!"
They hustled Rejal out of the room.
"Nice touch, Cita," Marisa said, grinning.
"Eew," Carmen said.
"What?"
"She licked my hand!"
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