Loud, sharp knocks echoed throughout the empty store, jolting her awake. As she shook off the shadow of sleep, aggravated at being roused from her slumber not at her choosing. Thinking how to hurt Ryan for waking her up, she remembered,
"Oh right the delivery..." she mumbled to herself. Leaving the comfy enclosed space of the broom closet, she was now aggravated for having no one to be aggravated at, Shelby sulked to the back where deliveries were dropped. She opened the door to find a fat demon guy with an obvious beer gut, purplish skin, and a handle bar mustache.
"Morning", he said she nodded in acknowledgement. He held out a clipboard
"All right jess gonna see the list and get a signature an-".
His voice being some backwater drawl, Shelby already in a bad mood snatched the clipboard from his hand, signed the clipboards name slot, not caring if it was all there or not. That was Ryan's job, and if something it would give Ryan a headache. That brought a smile and a pang of guilt right after. Stupid friendship. So she grew branches from her appendages and checked the boxes, grabbing each one that had the stores logo- a canines head with a book balanced on the snout- irony she supposed. Tossing the clipboard to handle bar guy, she nodded and left, carrying the half dozen boxes to the front. Seeing how she had time to kill before Ryan arrived to open up for business she decided to open a box to read whatever only to find it was full of magazines. She shrugged and picked one up, it was something about humans called Kardashian.
'Oh joy another' she thought in the most sarcastic internal voice possible. 10 minutes later she sensed him before he announced himself. Coming around the corner came her friend, at 7feet tall, a mouth full of teeth that would put wolves to shame, with light brown fur and a bushy tail, he looked like what humans would call a lycanthrope or werewolf. Shelby supposed he would look intimidating, if he stopped smiling, telling jokes, and not dressed like a 1930's paper boy. He takes that newsboy cap wherever he goes, cap in question was a light gray color and actually from the 1930's. He spotted her
"Ah", "Thar she blows." He said with his iconic stupid grin. She smirked.
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The Demons Collection
FantasyIt's about a book store in hell, with the owner Ryan your friendly neighborhood demon and the various interactions with the different deity's from various religions or mythological history. A room mate who's literally fear itself, his best friend i...
