Sacrifices To Jupiter III
"Umm…" The girl finally speaks. "You can… speak?"
"Are you fucking blind?!" I shout at her. Fuck, I didn't mean to shout that! "Are you fucking deaf?!" No! That's not it! I didn't mean to shout altogether!
She shivers, bowing her head. "Please forgive me, oh Great Demon!"
"What the fuck is with the Great Demon thing?" I ask, frowning.
"Umm… Are you not?"
"Do I look like I have a fucking clue?!" I shout at her. I didn't mean to be this loud. Calm down; it's just a kid.
Her shivers intensify. She freezes, speechless.
Her eyes accidentally fall on the corpse of the elf, and she swells up, and bloats.
Then she bends over, and throws up.
Fucking hell. I can't have a normal discussion with this moron.
Yes, let's just be patient and tread calmly. It's just a kid, better give her some room for breathing.
"If you pull any funny shit once more, I'm tearing apart your arm!"
No, not like that! Not just an arm—
She attempts to close her mouth, yet instead pukes more.
That's it, I'm killing this bi—
NO!
Lord give me patience, because if you give me strength, I'm gonna kill this bi—
I breathe in and out. In and out. Patience is a virtue. I must cultivate it. I must be patient. I, must be patient. Come on, inner peace. I don't have all day.
All things are difficult before they become easy. Have patience. Okay.
Breathe… calmly… in… and… out…
In… and out… in… and out.
I'm calm.
"You finished, bitch?! Don't test my patience!"
She backs away instinctually, leaning against the wall, her hands clasped tight, terror washing over her.
"Good," I tell her, nodding my head. "First, it's fucking cold. Give me that robe of yours."
She shakes, watching in between my legs.
"That's inappropriate, kid."
Her eyes shoot up. She freezes momentarily, then takes her purplish robes with brownish linings off and hands them to me.
I take my time to wear it. Good. It barely covers. It'd be weird to lead a conversation with my goods hanging.
"How do I look?" I ask.
She nods her head, her teeth grinding from frost. Without the robe, she seems plainer, with a black and tight tunic and bruises over her neck.
"Speak, moron. Are you mute too?!"
Her legs teeter, her leggings barely warming her. Her arms shake, crossed together to cover herself. Whether from shame, fear, or cold or maybe everything altogether, I don't know. I don't care.
"Youuu looo-oo-kk fassci-nating-q-g."
"Bullshit! I was testing you," I shout, pointing at her. "Ingrain this into your mind. The first rule. That is, if you want to live. Don't ever lie to me! That's the first rule!"
"Tell me. The first rule. Is?!"
"Too-o-o no-ot everrr l-lie to Si-sir!"
"Don't stutter!"
"To no-o-o. To n-n-n." She blinks repeatedly, sobbing. "To not lie to Sir ever!"
"Good, good, good." I clap my hands, smiling. They say kids learn fast. It's true. I'm proud. "Now, tell me everything."
"Everything…?"
How stupid of me to praise her. Kids will remain dumb no matter. "Are you serious right now?!"
She looks at me questioningly.
Calm down… patience… tranquility… peace…
I aggressively remove the arrow hanging from the left side of my chest. Blood fountains. "DOES THIS GIVE ANY CLUES? PATIENCE HAS FUCKING LIMITS!"
"I WAKE THE FUCK UP AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I GET A FILTHY FUCKING GOBLIN SHOVING ITSELF UP MY ASS LIKE IT'S TRYING TO LAY BOTH ITS STICK AND HOSE IN ME. THEN THAT BITCH DECIDES TO TOSS A FUCKING ARROW AT MY RIGHT LIKE SHE'S PLAYING FUCKING DARTS AND THEN `NOTHER MOTHERFUCKER COMES ALONG AND TRIES TO STAKE MY HEART LIKE I'M A FUCKING VAMPIRE AT A MIDNIGHT MASSSTAKING! YET AFTER ALL THIS SHIT YOU STAND THERE TALKING `BOUT SELLING MY FUCKING CORPSE LIKE I'M A GODDAMN CHRISTMAS TREE ON CLEARANCE SALE! WHILE I LAY HERE SLURPING UP MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD OFF THIS SHITSTAINED FLOOR LIKE I AIN'T GOT NO GODDAMN SENSE! WHAT THE FUCK AM I A THANKSGIVING TURKEY? A RABID DOG?"
I forcefully grab at her hair, dragging her along the floor toward the elven corpse so that I can feed her ears to her.
She covers her ears, trembling.
"DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HOW YOU PERSONALLY FUCKED MORE HOLES INTO MY BODY THAN A NEWLYWED COUPLE ON THEIR FIRST FUCKFEST! I'VE SEEN PINCUSHIONS WITH BETTER INTEGRITY THAN THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF BONES I'M IN! MY BLOOD HAS BEEN SPILLED MORE TIMES THAN A MOTHERFUCKING BARTENDER DROPS DRINKS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT! YOU HAVE THE FUCKTONE OF AUDACITY TO STAND THERE TREMBLING LIKE A FUCKFACE CHIHUAHUA AND ACT LIKE I'M THE CRAZY FUCKHEAD?! FOR FUCK'S SAKE. ENOUGH FUCKERY. BITCH. I'LL SHOW YOU CRAZY!"
"I'm sowwyyyyyy—"
"NO YOU'RE NOT SORRY YER FUCKING STUPID"
I stand before the elven corpse, a smile creeping up my face.
Red glows appear on my body—
No!
With my other hand, I hit my face as hard as I can, blinding myself in my left eye.
"ARGHHHHHHH"
I drop the moron down and fall back, pressing hard on my bloodied eye.
"FUCK!"
Relax… Relax….
I'm relaxed… I'm relaxed… I'm relaxed…
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
Heal |F+|
"Hang in there!" she calls, coating my face in blue glows.
As if that's enough to curry a favor with me.
Well, at least better than bullets.
Oh, there's apparently a hole in my forehead?
One of the previous bullets? Strange.
How did I even function with a hole in my head?
It's closing up, though. So all good, I guess.
Except that I'm blind in my left eye.
Surely this can heal. If my regeneration can heal and restore a brand-new heart in minutes, then that mustn't be that big of an ordeal?
Right? Right.
Even stranger than all, blinding myself somehow calmed me.
Did I develop masochistic tendencies by chance? It's painful, yet it's peaceful all the same.
What now, do I just walk with a peg up my butthole so I can feel constant pain?