Chapter 3 (Dialogue fighting and Monkeys oh my!)
Tania we ve talked about this, take my money first before you leave me dry I spoke calmly to the person behind me, and I was rewarded with a laugh in my ear like sweet warm honey. You know I can t help but want a taste of you first The woman behind me whispered to my ear, and what a women she was. Seven feet of sun kissed skin and curves to make a racetrack look straight. Taking my once again full glass I poured back the ball of fire hissing at its power, and wheeling the stool around I was greeted to a god s honest perfect pair of tits in my face, and deciding when in Rome I planted my face in them and sighed like I was lying on a pillow made of clouds. This earned another silky smooth laugh from the woman as she easily hauled me to my feet and held out a hand, and with an overly dramatic sigh I reached into my coat and dropped a stack of bills into the waiting palm. The smile on her face went from light and happy to something darker, more seductive as she grabbed the front of my coat and hauled me along behind her. I tossed my cane to Marcel telling him if I found it in any less of a shape then how I gave it to him then I d make sure his ass would get a face full of sunshine, to which earned me a smirk and his word which wasn t shit to be honest. To say that Tania s tits were the only perfect part of her would be an honest lie as I learned and what kept me coming back every Wednesday on the dot, but to say that I enjoyed it would be an understatement as it seemed on this day the demon gods had other plans for me. Now normally hearing the sounds of someone screaming wouldn t be considered too odd in this place, as it normally would mean one of the ladies was getting too rough with a customer, but in this case the scream wasn t one of pleasure but one of terror. Cue me busting through one of the back room curtains with my tiny cannon in hand, pants around my ankles and a rager to cut diamonds with. Six shots of pure demonic energy tipped bullets howled through the air and into the back of the demon currently making a snack of a lady up on center stage, and with a flick of my hand nightshade whistled through my hand as I tore off the guard and jumped towards the monster. Well I would have if my pants didn t decide to tangle and send me to my feet where berserker went sailing off into a corner and the monster turned to rear its massive ugly monkey like head at me and let loose a bellow before diving off the stage at me. Tearing off my shades I let loose the bloodthirsty monster inside of me in the form of a massive cannon replacing my free arm, to which let loose a massive ball of demonic energy that slammed into that mean sucker and sent him sailing clear across the place and into the back wall where it crumpled into the ground stunned for the moment. Shaking off the cannon from my arm I reached down and belted up my pants before taking a running jump off center stage and with a fluid motion, only able to be pulled off by someone like myself I drove the blade of nightshade down into the monsters skull. Pulling my blade clean I drove my other hand into the wound to sate the thirst of my demonic freeloader as it drained the monster clean in seconds, and along with the disgusting fact of what it was doing it also gave me sight long enough to see just who had sent the bastard to ruin my perfect Wednesday. Raziel the useless no good piece of fucking shit! I swore tearing my hand from the now fading demon and keeping my head down I walked back over and put back on my shades, the reason behind this simple. When I said my eyes could pick out the darkest demon hiding in the purest souls I wasn t kidding, the only problem being that when I see this with my eyes and not behind something the demon inside seems to think he needs a snack hence the mirror shades. Dropping my coat I tore off my shirt and cleaned the blood off of nightshade before slipping it back into it s guard, and I picked up my hand cannon and stored that back as well. Taking a moment I surveyed my chest, and much to my already knowing disgrace I saw that the tattoo ward holding my little friend inside was beginning to fall apart due to the amount of blood I was letting him eat. Once the ink of the chains faded away from my skin it gave him a small window to take over and let off his own steam, which generally meant half the city fell when it happened. Luckily afterwards I drop off into a deep enough coma to be picked up and have the bonds rewarded before I m sent off on my merry way. Walking my way back to the counter I grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I touched, and walking back into the curtain I said Tania, I m gonna have to pay you double for what s about to go down.
Tania we ve talked about this, take my money first before you leave me dry I spoke calmly to the person behind me, and I was rewarded with a laugh in my ear like sweet warm honey. You know I can t help but want a taste of you first The woman behind me whispered to my ear, and what a women she was. Seven feet of sun kissed skin and curves to make a racetrack look straight. Taking my once again full glass I poured back the ball of fire hissing at its power, and wheeling the stool around I was greeted to a god s honest perfect pair of tits in my face, and deciding when in Rome I planted my face in them and sighed like I was lying on a pillow made of clouds. This earned another silky smooth laugh from the woman as she easily hauled me to my feet and held out a hand, and with an overly dramatic sigh I reached into my coat and dropped a stack of bills into the waiting palm. The smile on her face went from light and happy to something darker, more seductive as she grabbed the front of my coat and hauled me along behind her. I tossed my cane to Marcel telling him if I found it in any less of a shape then how I gave it to him then I d make sure his ass would get a face full of sunshine, to which earned me a smirk and his word which wasn t shit to be honest. To say that Tania s tits were the only perfect part of her would be an honest lie as I learned and what kept me coming back every Wednesday on the dot, but to say that I enjoyed it would be an understatement as it seemed on this day the demon gods had other plans for me. Now normally hearing the sounds of someone screaming wouldn t be considered too odd in this place, as it normally would mean one of the ladies was getting too rough with a customer, but in this case the scream wasn t one of pleasure but one of terror. Cue me busting through one of the back room curtains with my tiny cannon in hand, pants around my ankles and a rager to cut diamonds with. Six shots of pure demonic energy tipped bullets howled through the air and into the back of the demon currently making a snack of a lady up on center stage, and with a flick of my hand nightshade whistled through my hand as I tore off the guard and jumped towards the monster. Well I would have if my pants didn t decide to tangle and send me to my feet where berserker went sailing off into a corner and the monster turned to rear its massive ugly monkey like head at me and let loose a bellow before diving off the stage at me. Tearing off my shades I let loose the bloodthirsty monster inside of me in the form of a massive cannon replacing my free arm, to which let loose a massive ball of demonic energy that slammed into that mean sucker and sent him sailing clear across the place and into the back wall where it crumpled into the ground stunned for the moment. Shaking off the cannon from my arm I reached down and belted up my pants before taking a running jump off center stage and with a fluid motion, only able to be pulled off by someone like myself I drove the blade of nightshade down into the monsters skull. Pulling my blade clean I drove my other hand into the wound to sate the thirst of my demonic freeloader as it drained the monster clean in seconds, and along with the disgusting fact of what it was doing it also gave me sight long enough to see just who had sent the bastard to ruin my perfect Wednesday. Raziel the useless no good piece of fucking shit! I swore tearing my hand from the now fading demon and keeping my head down I walked back over and put back on my shades, the reason behind this simple. When I said my eyes could pick out the darkest demon hiding in the purest souls I wasn t kidding, the only problem being that when I see this with my eyes and not behind something the demon inside seems to think he needs a snack hence the mirror shades. Dropping my coat I tore off my shirt and cleaned the blood off of nightshade before slipping it back into it s guard, and I picked up my hand cannon and stored that back as well. Taking a moment I surveyed my chest, and much to my already knowing disgrace I saw that the tattoo ward holding my little friend inside was beginning to fall apart due to the amount of blood I was letting him eat. Once the ink of the chains faded away from my skin it gave him a small window to take over and let off his own steam, which generally meant half the city fell when it happened. Luckily afterwards I drop off into a deep enough coma to be picked up and have the bonds rewarded before I m sent off on my merry way. Walking my way back to the counter I grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I touched, and walking back into the curtain I said Tania, I m gonna have to pay you double for what s about to go down.