"Put the box down and step away." It was a man's voice though I suspected at first it would be a female (I guess the most recent daughter having had the power of the fire god once didn't seek it out like this moron did).
"You really want my grand mothers secret recipes? I won't stop you her cake was delicious." I never actually knew my grandmother, at this point I don't even remember her, did I even have one? Questions I'll never care to answer. The gunman had his pistol in my back, it felt like a modern one based on barrel and I didn't hear the hammer hit back, but he might have just been threatening and not intending on killing me.
"Don't bullshit me Lorentino, I know what's in the box, its the only thing my father would leave to someone like you." I turned around and saw the shriveled little punk who confronted me. He had a wispy mustache and baggy clothing. He looked like a dirty vagrant and I could see why Mordere the elder wanted nothing to do with him.
"Someone like me? What ever do you mean by that you little shit? Someone stronger than you? Someone able to kill you with the snap of a finger? Someone who has fought gods and killed them and could just as easily destroy you WITHOUT A THOUGHT? THAT'S WHAT YOU MEANT BY SOMEONE LIKE ME?!?" I admit I'm getting sick and tired of being treated like garbage, especially by some family cast off. he stumbled backwards and ran into one of my shelves, he pulled the hammer back on his pistol (it was modern, but even semi-auto's have a hammer, it taps the trigger for an easier pull).
"Stay back." His voice stammered, he wasn't sold on this.
"Oh now you want me to stay away from you? Big man with a gun? Well let me show you what you came to find!" I opened the box and drew the hand of the fire god, upon touching it was like sticking my hand in molten lava, but I didn't care, I drew the pistol and blasted the lesser Mordere. He was vaporized instantly. My anger dialed back down I put the pistol back into the box, it was draining to have fired it, and draining still to have even touched it. I shouldn't have bothered, but like I said I'm tired of being treated like a child, especially by someone who was a damned child. I almost worried someone would call the local police on me after my display, but I didn't hear boots tromping after me or anything. So I figured I was in the clear. And I was, from the authority anyway.
"Mr. Lorentino I'm so glad you contacted me." I turned around and it was the Fire God. Well it was, but it wasn't. I tell you things have gotten weird in the modern world, and the God's are one of those things that has gotten all screwed up. But as usual next entry blah blah blah. Look I give you a taste!
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