《The Botched Summoning》Chapter 56 – Eating Out
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i have gotten the time to finally post chapter 56 despite taking the mcats and the workload of organic chemestry. this is a non pred chapter, and if you guy can tell me what you think of my other story
without further ado Chapter 56
———————————fafnir POV——————————
“Azazel it’s time to get up.” I said as I tried to find the little demoness in her makeshift blanket hoard.
“I don’t wanna” I heard a muffled reply
“We are getting special food today.” I said knowing my daughter. It did not take long before Azazel’s head popped out of the fluffy hoard.
“We are having some of the blue stuff?’ she said as she crawled out of the pile.
“Not right now, but uncle Therin is going to take us to get special food.” I replied
“But I want the blue stuff.” She frowned
“Azazel, remember what happened the last time you had too much of the blue stuff?” I asked
“I don’t care if I am all glowy for a little while I like the blue stuff.” She huffed; plopping back into the fluffy hoard.
“Azazel this is a special dinner because uncle Therin is proud that you dealt with the scary man,” I said as I used my tail to pick her up, “now let’s get you cleaned up and ready.”
We headed to the bathroom and after about ten minutes we managed to fill the tub. I watch as Azazel tests the water with one foot before she shucks off her clothes and jumped in; spilling water all over the floor. I stealthy grab the jar of, what the Therin calls cleaning oil, with my tail and dump it Azazel’s head.
“Daddy why did you dump this stuff on my head?” she asked; attempting to get the stuff out of her hair.
“That was soap and you will need it to get the blood out of your hair.” I replied, “now scratch you head to make bubbles the bubbles will get the stuff out, and if you can’t I will.”
She stared at my claws for a few second right before she starts to wash her hair. After a half an hour struggle I declared Azazel clean. I dried her off with a bit of magic that I picked up from Aesthyra and helped her as much as I could to get back into her dress.
“I really need to go and retrieve Lilith; she was good with these kind of things.” I sighed. We left the waterlogged bathroom to dry and headed towards Therin office. We walked into the rather humorous sight of Therin passed out sleeping on his desk.
“Is uncle Therin sleeping?” Azazel whispered; trying to get a better look.
“yes, a perfect opportunity for some fun, cover your ears Azazel.” I whispered back with a large grin. I took in a deep breath and let out a loud roar. Therin jumped out screaming like a girl; the acrid scent of urine filled the air.
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“Why, in the dark god’s name would you do that you idiotic overgrown lizard?!” he screamed. It took me over ten minutes to stop laughing enough to answer the angry elf.
“I have never caught you napping, and after the enthusiasm you showed for the party I never would have imagined that I would find you passed out on your desk.” I said; catching my breath, “the look on your face was priceless.”
“Uncle Therin’s face was funny.” Azazel said with a smile.
“You two need a hobby” Therin sighed; he stood up and left the room saying, “I’m going to change, I will be back and then we can celebrate.”
We waited for a good twenty minutes before Therin returned wearing a blood red shirt and a loose pair of pants in that same crimson color.
“Come on let’s celebrate Azazel’s first true kill.” He said with a smile.
“I still don’t get why y’all make a big deal about first kill.” I said as we walked out of the house.
“it is a big thing in dark elf tradition that when someone kills their first non-beast they are seen as a true elf and now I can rub it in my families face that their assassin was beaten by a small child.” He replied with a small smile.
“So let me get this straight” I growled; stopping in the middle of the street, “you are using an assassination attempt on my daughter as a way to kill off some of your family?”
“Lighten up Fafnir, when you put it that way it sounds like I used her as bait.” He stuttered; his face turning a light blue, “think of it this way, now you can help me prune the family tree and send a message that attacking Azazel will mean death.”
“I have destroyed people for less, why would you even consider using Azazel?” I growled
“I did not plan this at all.” Therin stammered, “But I can let you deal with the culprit.”
“Daddy you said that we can get some special food.” Azazel wined from my back.
“Fine we’ll get food first then I can go on a rampage” I nonchalantly said; then it hit me, “why would I even think that.”
We walked under the shaded streets as Therin led us to a more lively section of the city. I watched elves laughing and having fun; though I wasn’t surprised when I found more than a few dismember elves lying in the alleys.
“Here we are, the bloody elf, one of the best places to celebrate.” Therin said; pointing at a building at the end of the street.
“The bloody elf; sounds like a curse, are you sure it is appropriate for children.” I asked as I examined the crimson building with a sign of a red colored elf that looked like he was screaming.
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“sure there are plenty of the little brats here, it is one of the best places for the rite.” He replied with a wide grin.
We entered through the large double door and we were immediately assaulted by smoke and people screaming.
“what is this place?” I growled; lifting my wings to cover azazel’s eyes.
“this is a dark elf restaurant; great food, a fighting pit for elves to test their mettle, and some of the best wine found this side of the elven forest and they cook your food in front of you so you don’t have to worry about poisons. The smoke is probably from a mage going a little too wild.” He grinned.
“Lord Therin, would you like your normal place?” asked a shirtless male elf.
“Not today, I am here to celebrate my niece’s first kill, could you please seat us near the arena?” Therin asked before I could object.
“Certainly sir, just give us a minute to a place ready.” The man replied as walked towards the back.
“What kind of place is this?” I pointedly ask the elf.
“Lighten up, Fafnir. We are celebrating Azazel’s first kill, what’s a little bit of violence,” Therin replied, “and you have a chance to warm up for the blood bath.”
“what’s a blood bath?” Azazel asked as she poked her head out from behind my wings.
“Nothing sweetie, just sit down while I talk to uncle Therin.” I replied shooting daggers at the elf.
“Fine, I’ll see if we can have them seat us at my normal spot along the wall.” Therin grumbled; singling one of the staff.
“Yes, lord Therin.” A different half clothed elf asked.
“My dragon friend reminded me of the danger of him being near fights, and I was wondering if we could be seated at my normal table as I don’t want this place destroyed.” Therin said.
“”really” I sighed as the server dashed towards the back. It was a few minutes before the original half-clothed server returned.
“You-your table is re-ready.” The elf stuttered eyeing me. he lead us towards weaving past wall segments to a lone table in the back of the restaurant.
“He-here you a-are” he stuttered gesturing towards the table. “dd-do you want me to b-bring the usual lord Therin?”
“yes, I would enjoy a morel wine,” he replied with a smile enjoying the server’s terror way to much.
“n-nightshade, myceliry ok?” the server asked edging away from me. I could smell the fear on him, stupid nose
“That’s fine” Therin replied; sitting down on one of the chairs.
“you lord dragon?” the server asked; edging away from me.
“What kind of juices do you have?” I asked as I grabbed Azazel from my back and placed her on one of the chairs
He lists of a rather long list of fruits that sound like jibberish. I sighed before randomly picking a fruit called comous (if you want you can change it to french for pineapple) and shrink just enough to curl up on the plush covered chair.
“Daddy, why are those people not wearing any clothes, you told me that people aren’t allowed to not wear clothes.” Azazel asked looking around the restaurant.
“It to prevent assassinations” Therin quickly interjected, “their state of undress is designed to make it impossible to hide weapons on them and the pants are tight enough that any attempt to conceal weapons would fail.”
“What is an assass-in-ation” Azazel asked
“It when someone fights someone else really important.” I replied bending the truth a bit staring daggers at Therin once again.
“Oh,” she said; plopping down with a confused look, “does that mean that if I fight daddy, I assass-a-nating?”
“No dear, we are family so don’t worry about it. Therin what is good here?” I replied changing the subject more than a little annoyed at the elf.
“for non-drow I would recommend the terrorlisk,” he nonchalantly replied
“what is that?” I asked apprehensively
“do you want to know?” he replied looking at me
“fine, what about Azazel?” I replied with a huff
“She should get the blood stew; it is animal blood, nothing sapient.” He replied.
“What is with this place?” I asked
“We’re dark elves” he replied, don’t worry about it. Now the real question is do you want to have a bout in the arena, it is a good chance to blow off steam, I know I will” Therin said.
“Why did I let you drag me and my daughter into this?” I sighed realizing these elves were insane.
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this is not PRed so there are a few mistakes present,
also how do you have a restaurant in a culture where you can be killed at any point and it’s fine as long as no one finds out?
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