Tarous, стр. 50
“Give me your money,” said a man wearing a ski mask and currently pointing a pistol at me.
“You must be exceptionally ugly if you have to wear a mask.” I decided to play dumb. I was good at that.
“Give me your money now or I’ll shoot.”
I don’t do well with authority figures.
“I have another idea. How about you give me your money and then you leave?” I was not in a good mood and I didn’t need this crap. Seriously, what kind of crappy person mugs people?
“Are you joking?” the criminal growled, aggressively waving the gun at my face.
I wondered if I was going to be shot again within an hour of the last time I was shot. To be fair, with my people skills it’s surprising I’ve managed to live as long as I have.
Crowley yipped at him.
“Don’t make me sic my dog on you.”
The mugger looked down and seemed to notice my dog for the first time. “That ugly little fur ball?”
[Charm]
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and tossed it on the ground. Then he took the gun and placed it in his mouth.
“I think you hurt his feelings. He doesn’t like to be called little.”
“Muahsofsknamua,” came his muffled reply.
[Charm]
He cocked the gun.
He began to cry. His eyes turned red, his face became puffy and red, and he bawled like a baby. It was so embarrassing I was wondering if this would be a mercy killing.
“You promise never to rob another person again?” I couldn’t kill a crying man. I’m a god, not a monster.
He enthusiastically began nodding. Snot began to run from his nose and mingle with his tears.
I began to grow, my scythe appearing and growing with me. A skull became superimposed over my face. “Good, because I’LL BE WATCHING YOU, MORTAL!”
The ground shook from the sheer volume of my roar. He dropped the gun and screamed, fell to the ground, and pissed himself. He crawled away as fast as he could, leaving the gun behind. It had been completely forgotten in his terror.
He eventually managed to stand up and he immediately took off running. I was rather surprised at how fast he could move. I guess fear is a really good motivator. He was still running when he moved beyond my range of sight.
I noticed Crowley had the wallet in his mouth. Apparently he had robbed the mugger. I reached down and removed the wallet from his mouth and began flipping through it. “Nice, over three hundred dollars. We are going to eat well today.”
“Yip yip,” replied Crowley with his usual happy smile. He began to hop in circles around me. It shouldn’t be possible for anything to be so cute.
We headed to our previous destination, the diner. We opened the glass door and stepped inside. The smell of frying grease filled the air. I could hear the sounds of sausage and bacon sizzling on the grill. The place felt a little dirty but we were hungry. It was empty inside apart from one middle aged woman who appeared to work there and one older gentleman drinking a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper. I hadn’t realized newspapers still existed.
“Sorry sir, no dogs.”
[Charm]
“Doggie! So cute!” cooed the waitress. Crowley’s charm was a vicious weapon.
I ordered one of everything on the menu and it was all delicious. Except the bacon. Not because it wasn’t good but because I wasn’t fast enough. Crowley ate every last piece. For such a small animal he could move really fast. He currently looked like a beach ball.
The meal was excellent, at least 50% grease, just how a god of death likes his food. I left the waitress all the money I had acquired from the mugger. Crowley and I left and headed back out onto the road.
Crowley walked along beside me until he started to fall asleep. He stretched, yawned, stretched, and blinked as his eyes slowly closed. He stretched again and finally laid down on the road. I paused and waited to see if he would stretch again. Then I picked him up and put him onto my shoulder.
He immediately woke up and turned so his head was facing forward. His eyes sparkled and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth that was currently in a big grin as I began to walk again. My dog was crazy and weird.
I moved with my normal super speed and I only slowed down when we came to a rather large lake. It was nice and quiet with no one around. The sun was starting to come up and a cool breeze was blowing across the water. We walked over to the shore and watched the sun rise.
“What do you want to do next Crowley? Want to go swimming? Or boating?”
[Charm]
A fish jumped out of the lake, then another and another.
“So you want to go fishing I see.”
The little dog ran around yipping as one fish after another jumped out of the lake. He began to eat the fish with his impressive appetite.
I was still full from breakfast. While Crowley continued to wolf down fish I wondered where he was putting them. He was so tiny and despite how much he ate Crowley never grew any bigger. I sat and meditated as my tiny dog continued to enjoy himself. Ever since I became death the amount of death qi in my body had exploded to insane amounts. The original vortex inside my body had been destroyed. It was time I reawaken it.
Using the technique I had learned years before, I rotated all the life qi in my body with an equal amount of death qi. I slowly began to increase the amount of death qi in the rotating hurricane of qi and as I did