Time: Shortly after Beside A Black Tarn
Place: Amnesia Space Port
"Leopold, my dear, you do understand that your grandmother is dangerous, yes?" Shax peered at his spiny son as they strolled past the shops, Leopold's front paw tucked firmly in his Papa's hand.
"I'm aware, Papa. Traps can lie in promises. Grandmama's, at least."
"Well…good." Shax stopped to peruse a display of colorful boots. "I do love my mother, but I also know her well. She does nothing without reason and her pursuit of your loyalty is… Ah, well. It's expected. She consolidates power wherever she can. It's still mildly concerning."
"Grandmama plays games. Some of them are even fun. Best from a distance."
"Ha! Yes." Shax squeezed his son's paw. "She's only slightly less dangerous from afar, but it does give one a better feeling of control."
A cat raced by with something cylindrical in its mouth. Not five seconds later, a gremlin raced after it shrieking the war song of her people. A human followed shortly after, chasing the gremlin. Followed by a larger human. Then a larger, lumbering demon.
"Er. Hmm. That was interesting." Shax turned them to continue their meander. He did need to pick up the custom deck boots for Heckle that he'd ordered several weeks before, but a bit of window shopping and conversation never went amiss. "My point is that I'm pleased to see you get along so well, But do be careful if she starts asking for favors. Or worse, demanding that you do things for her out of familial obligation."
Whatever bits of haiku wisdom Leopold had meant to impart cut off as the gremlin raced by them headed in the opposite direction. She clutched the cylinder thing in both hands, cackling. The cat galloped after her. Followed by the larger human. Then the smaller human. Then the lumbering demon who looked a tad confused now.
Leopold shook out his spines with a sniff before he turned back to Shax. "She asked a question. Papa, I'm thinking I should—" The large demon lumbered past again, though now with the cylinder in his possession, both humans and the gremlin hanging off his arms trying to pull him down, and the hissing cat atop his head. "Should we do something?"
"I'm a dangerously curious demon, it's true." Shax picked Leopold up to keep him from being trampled as the whole cluster stumbled by again. "But there are times when you need to know when to mind your own damn business."
Leopold peeped as Shax strode at a determined rate away from the melee, "Yes, my dear. This would be one of those times."
9/11/2018 04:27:45 pm
Parents who barely listen to their child.....no doubt Leopold was going t say something about that Orb? Can imagine a grand adventure of Shax being called back to the Hellish realms to steal back the Orb from Lucifer, who will have gone mad(der) with Power. Mother has a legit excuse to see Shax and grandbaby. Prince of Thieves skills will be needed to save them all. LOL-no doubt you will have something far grander in store for us. Humbly awaiting next installment.
9/15/2018 02:00:28 pm
I'm intrigued! Thank you for the story!
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