The Guild of Gamers: The Shopkeeper

Chapter 6.5: A Bit of Perspective

A/N: So my pat...reon is live! The site doesn't like that word so I have to space it out. The name for the link is my pen name and the name for my page is Omega's Fanfiction Emporium. Feel free to give me a little love over there. If nothing else free members can view my lemons from my works on that site. Also my steam got stolen so if I come across as a bit depressed that is why. Disregarding all of that! Let's get right on with it!

Disclaimer: I only own my dreams. The Guild of Gamers is a concept created by TheDarkWolfShiro and as many of you keep pointing out I did take many parts of the start from Warranty Void if Soul is Broken. Go check out his stuff and that story if you haven't as he makes great works and makes stories come to life.

{System speech}

[System screens]

"Active Thoughts/Telepathic communication"

"Speech"

"SCREAMING AND OTHER LOUD SCHIST."

"ROB's and other higher plane beings speaking."

POV: Runeas Gremory

Even after all this time I still found it odd waking up after such long periods of time had passed. During the Great War I had done my duties well and worked hard. I took my job as prophet and divination expert for Lucifer seriously. That lasted right up until so many of my brothers and sisters started dying because of Lucifer's terrible plans and unwillingness to listen to us. The first straw that broke the camel's back was when little Mammy died. Mammon was one of my closest siblings. Sure he was annoying in how he constantly had to steal from us and our enemies. But he always had this humor to him. As though the world was all some big joke or game. Because of this even when he was being a pain he was still one of our most beloved siblings. He brought laughter and humor to even the gravest battlefield.

Then one day he got the bright idea to steal Gabriel's panties of all things. To this day we don't know how he broke into Heaven. We only found out that he had managed to do so when the next battle came. And there he was being lifted above the legions of heaven nailed to a cross. And even then he was laughing and smiling. Right until heaven started chanting and singing to God. Then all we could do was watch as he started screaming, smoking, and BURNING. We all raged that day. Even Lucifer seemed to snap a bit at the loss. We made heaven pay dearly that day as we took Remiel The Seraphim of Hope from them in return. But it didn't fix the lose of little Mammy.

From that day on Lucifer seemed to get angrier and less trusting. He started lashing out at all of us if we even so much as disagreed with him about anything. I hate to say it but by the end I was glad he died. I would have rather had my king and father back how he was before little Mammy died but his death was something I had privately celebrated by the end.

After that there was no point in staying awake. None of the rest of my family was alive and thus there was no point in staying awake. I think there were even points where even being alive was a burden. But I carried on for my family if nothing else then to have someone who remembered them for how they truly were. I woke up on a few occasions. Like when my descendants got married or had a child. It was only after little Sirzechs was born that I started to return to normal. Despite how little they had in common he reminded me so much of Mammy I couldn't help but love him with all I had left to give.

As he got older he seemed to grow more weary. Then the civil war happened. Sirzechs begged me to stay out of the war. He told me how he got an agreement for Zekram Bael to stay out of the war so long as I did and despite how much I hated the idea of leaving what precious little was left of my family alone to fight itself; I agreed for the love I had for little Sirzechs. When I woke up next little Sirzechs had taken up the mantel of Lucifer and was getting married to such a diligent girl. I was so very proud of him. And things returned to normal for a time. I slept and woke for births and marriages. Little Rias was a little mini me, a tiny spitfire of a child; and little Millicas was a mini Zeoticus trying so hard to be all prim and proper all the time but still just a little boy at heart.

And then something new happened. Sirzechs came to me for help! I was so excited to be able to help for once. Then he told me that there was someone related to Mammon who had a weird reaction to becoming a full devil. That got my attention rather quickly. And that was how I found myself here standing in front of a door where a descendant of little Mammy was after having an odd reaction to becoming a full devil. By my side was a camel I requested both for me to ride and for a source of comfort. I had tried to interact with the children of Mammy in the past but it brought nothing but pain. None of them were like Mammy no matter how much they looked like him. I opened the door and found myself in for quite a shock. Even more so than I was preparing myself for.

It was like looking at a piece of the past. While there were notable differences such as the silver tufts of hair or only having three sets of wings. The aura, the body, even the face and voice were the same as his when we were little. Before we got a proper handle on our powers our horns, tails, and even wings were on constant display. It was only with years of practice and control that we all gained the ability to hide such features.

It was a struggle to keep up the mask of a joyful airhead in front of him as there was a large part of me that just wanted to curl up and cry but I managed to speak up after gathering myself. And then he turned to look at me and most of my restraint flew out the window. All because his eyes though a different color had that same spark of mischief and greed that Mammy had. That same look in the eyes that screams he knew a joke that no one else did.

It took more self control than I believed myself capable of not to just hug the stuffing out of him in that moment. But I managed and asked (Though it was more demanded.) he explain how this was possible. He seemed reluctant to tell me so I sealed the room with all the spells I knew. Even if this was some trick I owed him this much for showing me a small piece of the past. And then the story spilled out of him. The excitement for an adventure, the horror and pain and terror of having a piece of his soul stolen, his desperate ploy to become whole and to survive, and the consequences and benefits of his wild plan, How he was summoned to this world and told of a way to return to his life. Part of me was disappointed that he wasn't Mammy's actual kid. But then I realized that Mammy PLANNED this. That Mammy even one I didn't know HAD to know this kid would come here and become what he did.

So that meant Mammy knew I would treat him like family. That decided it for me and I agreed to help even if it meant screwing over the Phenex clan. Besides Phenex was a bit of a skank and screwing over her descendants was honestly just a bonus compared to the true prize here. Because helping little Lexy meant staying awake and staying near him. I could see just how similar him and Mammy were and get to enjoy the comfort of being around a piece of my family I thought dead and gone.

His and Sirzechs reactions to me deciding to stay with him were rather amusing.

A/N: Not a full chapter just an interlude. We get some perspective from Runeas. I am sorry for the wait on a new chapter guys. Life has been kicking my ass lately and I have had very little motivation to write. People have complained to me about the character being pathetic and seeming desperate in everything he did. Further people have complained that I seem to have given up the Shop part of this fic. What people don't realize is that he IS desperate in pretty much everything. This guy was a NORMAL dude. He has NO Gamer's Mind and NOBODY to really rely on. He has no one truly loyal to him. Runeas is the first person he has trusted with his TRAUMA from having a PIECE of him removed. On the thought of me giving up on the Shop part of the fic. That isn't the case at all. The shop will be more integral as time goes on. This isn't just a "Shopkeeper" fic this is also a "Gamer" fic. Gamer's have to get powerful enough that they can survive. This guy can't just stay in his shop all the time and do nothing or he won't grow in power. And if he gets dragged into something with a world where people can one shot him he ain't exactly strong enough to survive.

I plan for the shop to become more integral when the Gamer System he is using is a little less broken and when he has a little more power. Right now only a fragment of his powers are working how they should. This world will fix the "Skills/Perks/Races/Traits" Part of his system. The next major world he interacts with will fix the "Stats/Levels" part. All of this is pretty well planned out. For those of you who have been fans of my work for a while and been supportive. Thank you.