Desolation [manxman] DRAFT

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was still pissed. I had to go to the nearest thrift shop and buy a teleporter which didn't even work correctly. After I bought a tub of vanilla ice cream and several bottles of alcohol to drown my sanity in I tried teleporting home and it spit me out in the middle of the island and I had to spend two hours walking home since I didn't trust it enough to use it again. It might as well split me in half next time I used it or scatter me across the universe. In the end I spend the evening getting drunk and eating soupy ice cream. Much to my annoyance I was still lactose intolerant and this body didn't take alcohol that well.

In the morning I grabbed my gear and started tinkering with the teleporter in order to get it to work properly. If I couldn't teleport to people I was supposed to harvest the next big shit show would be on the verge of going down and I so wasn't in the mood for that. I managed to get it to work at least for short distances and since I was bored I decided I might as well continue bugging Moros and the little shit.

I appeared in the main hall of his house. Not to be polite, I had actually aimed for the bed room to bust in on them doing the naughty and spook them but this shitty excuse of a teleporter sent me there instead and almost electrocuted me in the process. I startled some servants by suddenly popping up but I didn't bother any further and just told one to go fetch Nael. I didn't have to wait long until the tiny dragon tiptoed towards me, claws clicking on the marble floors. Apparently, every room in this house contained marble as far as I could tell.

"I wanted to check on you." I stated.

He cocked his head at me questioningly. Maybe because I was a foot smaller than before and not god like, looking completely different. He looked better or at least not beaten up and well fed this time. The bags under his eyes had somewhat faded and his cheeks had a rosy color to them. That was better, I guess. Maybe I misinterpreted the situation yesterday and they got along.

"Why? I thought your whole thing was I am Thanatos, god of being a rude pain in the ass. Are you now suddenly concerned for me? How sweet." He mocked.

Okay. Enough was enough. First my family, then the rest of the worlds and now this scaly little shit. I made an effort to help with saving him and not even a tiny little thank you. Or a hello. Anything.

"Huh. Yes, that is my deal, thank you very much and no, Moros actually sold you off to me because he has had enough of you, so are you coming or just standing there looking stupid?" I replied snarkily.

His smug facial expression instantly dropped and he actually looked quite frightened and upset. Oh, come on, living with me wasn't that bad. I'd never come into your room and bother you with plans I wanted you to join, I'd just hide in my laboratories all day. I was the perfect roommate. Or maybe it was just the fact that he for some reason still loved Moros and worshipped the ground he walked on. Thinking about it, that was probably it. I might have taken it too far because he started shaking and actually tried to sniffle away his tears. Whoops, my bad. I decided to put him out of his misery.

"I was joking. Glad you aren't dead. I'm leaving. Bye." I huffed and turned around.

I didn't want him to know I couldn't use my magic anymore because that was just pathetic and under my standard. I walked towards the doors that lead outside when Moros yelled for me to stop. I rolled my eyes and turned around. I had almost gotten away with not running into him but luck wasn't on my side.

"First you leave dinner early without saying anything and now you break into my house and bother my dragon? What the fuck is wrong with you?" He growled.

He seemed very upset. Shit, he even crossed his hands and tapped his foot on the ground to signal his annoyance. Oh, someone didn't get what he wanted and now he was pissed. It was like poking a bee hive with a stick. Except more exciting. I smiled sheepishly and slowly came closer. This was going to be a fun investigation. For me a at least.