Zumira was up bright and early, polishing her prized weapon of choice: a 21 SF Glock equipped with a suppressor. The handle of her gun was matte black with a silver frame and gold floral etchings. The rest of her gun stayed as a matte black.
She holstered her weapon to the side of her hip underneath her legged skirt. She left her room and calmly strutted down the steps towards the kitchen. Zumira appeared in the doorway just as another Imp wearing a servers attire was setting a tray ready for the prince.
"Is the Prince still in bed?" She questioned.
"No, the Prince is right here." He answered strolling in from behind her.
"Your majesty, I have your breakfast prepared for you." The Imp replied showing the tray that he was about to deliver to Stolas in his bedroom.
"Yes, indeed. That won't be necessary. I shall eat here. Octavia and her mother will be be due soon and I want to be ready for when my daughter arrives." Stolas explained to both of the Imps.
Zumira watched as Stolas strolled over to the table and began digging in to his breakfast. She stood at attention watching the other Imp with caution.
"Please, sit. Eat something." Stolas ordered clapping his hands and food was brought to her.
A simple meal of what appeared to be a cereal-like substance was placed in front of Zumira. She stared down at the bowl, hesitant on eating.
"Does my food not suit your Imp appetite?" Stolas asked her, his tone showing is offense.
"No, your majesty. It's been a while since I've had a decent meal." Zumira noted causing Stolas to halt in his eating and watch her take her first bite.
Zumira saw this and was reluctant to answer his stare with her own.
"What's my job for today?"
"Right. My ex wife is dropping my daughter today. I just need you to stay a few feet from me while I deal with her." He screeched angrily.
"Did you want me to detain her, sir?"
"No. However, if she does proceed towards the house then by all means, do what you must to keep her from going in. This isn't her house and she is not welcome."
Zumira nodded her head, grasping her gun carefully close to her.
Perhaps I will be using this today.
"Is there anything I should know about your daughter?" Jumira asked taking another bite.
"She just turned 18. I want to make this weekend special. I want to take her to that shop you mentioned and then there is an extraordinary phenomenon happening in the human world that I believe she would fall in love with."
"Will there be any complications?"
It got quiet.
"There shouldn't be. But, I have a feeling my Blitzy will try to stop by. I just want to spend time with my daughter and I don't need to be distracted from whats important to me any longer." Stolas cried, stuffing his mouth.
"Does your daughter know about the incident leading up to your night at the hospital?"
Stolas shook his head, "And I want it to stay that way, understood?"
Zumira again nodded her head in agreement when the kitchen door swung open.
"Your highness, Stella has arrived."
Zumira stood at the bottom of the grand staircase keeping a close eye on the overly displayed white and gold chariot that arrived in the driveway. Stolas stood with his back to her and yet, by his stance she could tell how angry he was.
An Imp scurried and opened the back door where a overly sized female shoved her way out. She had white and grey feathers with a flat face and long eyelashes to boot.
"Stolas." She growled.
"Stella."
Behind the woman, a teenager slid out wearing a black beanie, a white tank top with a red flannel overtop and carried a galaxy colored backpack.
"Dad!" She cried out happily snd ran to Stolas.
"Oh Via!"
Zumira watched as they embraced one another, leaving the one as Stella in a rage filled shock. Only having met Stella for the first time, Zumira felt a twinge of victory for her employer.
"Oh, before I go, I'm here to grab a few things."
"Stella, you are prohibited from entering my own home."
"Oh shut up you twig of a dick."
This was her moment; her moment to show her boss just how capable, loyal, and trustworthy she can be.
Zumira stood in front of the path of Stella, crossing her arms over her chest. Compared to the two, Zumira had no height advantage. She glared at the owl woman who only grinned viciously at the Imp.
"Oh please, as if you could stop me." Stella spat and proceeded to walk on.
It was in that moment Zumira stepped on Stella's dress, causing the woman to fall forward.
Zumira then grabbed her by the ankles and swung her towards the car.
"What the FUCK?!" Stella cursed.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that I hired my own personal protection? I have ordered her to keep you from going inside at all costs." Stolas told her.
Zumira stared down Stella as she got up and brushed herself off, "Mark my words, Stolas. You will come to fucking regret that."
The vehicle finally departed the property leaving Zumira to escort Stolas and his daughter back inside.
Zumira followed behind when she noticed Octavia sneaking glances at the Imp. It was a look of worry, defense, and hate.
"I have missed you so much Via. What would you like to do today?" Stolas questioned.
Zumira could hear the faint conversation they had but kept herself from butting in. They headed to Octavia's room where Stolas left his daughter to unpack and unwind.
"Okay, now, I want you to do a quick perimeter check. Make sure all doors and windows are locked. I have a key that is sealed with powerful magic. I want you to sweep every lock that isn't tightly together."
Zumira took the key and proceeded with her job without question.
It was a long, drawn out task but Zumira swiftly accomplished it until she got to the window of Octavia's room. She went to go make sure the window was locked when a hand reach out and dragged her in to the room. Octavia held a knife to Zumira's throat who struggled to get free.
"Why did my father hire you?"
Zumira choked from the sheer grip the teenager inflicted.
"Your dad needed the extra muscle." She answered.
"I swear if you are here for anything else, I will surely slide this knife across your throat and tear you open from your gapping mouth to choke on your own blood and organs. Do we understand each other?"
"Perfectly." Jumira answered hoarsely.
Octavia slammed Zumira on the ground before leaving her bedroom. Zumira rubbed her throat where a slight mark from the blade could be felt but not seen.
"Fucking teenagers." She grumbled, not taking the threat all too seriously.
Zumira exited the bedroom and went back down to the lower level where Stolas motioned towards her with an arm around his daughter.
"Now Via, I want you to meet Zumira, my personal bodyguard."
Zumira didn't move and the two of them locked eyes.
"I think I'll nickname you Gummy."
"That's not my name." Zumira growled.
"It is now."
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The Goetia Hired Mercenary
Fanfiction"I am going to hire you as not only as my mercenary but my personal bodyguard. Your first task is to retrieve my grimoire." ~~~~~~~ Mature Audience ~~~~~~~~ This fanfic is based in the world created by Vivienne Medrano or Vizziepop known as Helluva...
