Ω Cuixtli Namacuix Ω
And I fortunately know a little secret
It's a talent that I always have possessed
Dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely and depressed, pathetic!
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Humans, they were so simple. So needy. Most wanted everything they could get their hands no, not happy without the things they quested for. Never looking at what they have, but rather what they didn't. It was something he'd noticed in all humans, every single one. Even the kindest, most selfless ones had a wish they fought to make come true. Though he would admit some, few, were willing to work hard for it. Others... not so much.
But then again it was this quality that kept him in business. Cuixtl offered an easy, simple, and somewhat painless way to get what they wanted. Simple, and easy, but no where near cheap. Over time the young-well young in warlock age- had learned just how to manipulate his clients. With a few careful words he could get them to offer up anything, even their eternal souls. Something that humans took for granted much or the time.
"H-how long is this gonna t-take?" A wake voice shook behind the Warlocks back. Pathetic. Cuixtl's fought the urge to roll his eyes, instead he forced on a sweet smile, turning to look at the man that set behind him. "Oh, not long at all. Just a few moments more and I'll have it ready." With that small reassurance the light brown hair male turned back to his work.
Slight sun-kissed hands moved quickly, grabbing the items he needed for this kind of potions. His eyes never lifted form the pot that steamed in front of him. He had no need to look at what he was grabbing. Having everything set up perfectly, in a place he knew it would be. And the ingredients all listed in his mind. Cuixtl's knew just what he was doing. He was skilled in this form of magick. Known as something of a kitchen witch warlock, the male did most of his spell over the oven. Using select herbs to cause the effects he desired, if he ever used an incantation, it was mostly just for show.
Placing the final item, he watched as a spark appeared over his work. A simple pop of light, fading only a moment after it showed. This singled it's completion. With a careful hand the young warlock grabbed a glass vile dipping the tip of it into the mixture. Sure to keep his fingers from the scolding potion. Once it was half full he lifted it, holding it by the tip as he place a bottle cap lossy in the opening. Just so that the liquid would not leak if turned upside down. Humans could be so reckless with things, and he never liked to make a second batch of anything.
He turned to his customer, the skinny, underdeveloped black haired male, whom set at the edge of the bar stool. His hands gripping the side of the wood, holding tight. Feet drawn up as far as he could get them without losing his balance. He looked pathetic to Cuixtl, like he was more of a small scared animal, then what should be a proud man. Though he used the term proud lossy for humans. "Here you are." The warlock said, carefully designing his thoughts behind a friendly smile. But when the human reached out for it the brunet pulled his hand back, taking the vile out of his grip. "No, wait. Theres still the small matter of your payment."
The mans dim green eyes widened. "A-about that... I-I don't have it right now... but.. but I'll-I'll get it." Almost instantly his nice facaded ended. The smile dropped and a glare meet the scared mans eyes. "If you can't pay the price you don't get the prize." With that the warlock tunned his back on the other male, moving and setting his potion on the counter. He heard the male rush to his feet behind, him moving so fast that the bar stool he'd set upon tilted and fall over. Creating a harsh bang though the kitchen. "But I need that potion!" He was shouting.
Cuixtl sighed, and touched to side of his head, a small pain working along his temples. "Need it you may, but their is a price. And I do not trust your kind to hold up to the payment." He heard a step drawing closer to him. But the warlock underestimated the threat a desperate man might be, a desperate human was. The young man turned just in time to see the glamor of a knife being drawn from the hidden spot in his leather jacket. With a shaky hand, the human pointed it at him. "Give me the potion, and no one gets hurt." His voice seemed to have suddenly become stronger now that he thought he was in control, a smirk of sorts lifted his lips. It would seem the warlock hadn't been the only one acting.
But Cuixtl wasn't the type to take threats easily, or play into anyones game. This was his show, no one else. With narrow eyes Cuixtl's lifted his lips in a snarl. "You'll get nothing from me with threats. I told you your payment is to be made, and then you will get your item." He held out a hand, "Now give me the knife before you get hurt." The man matched the warlocks glare with one of his own, "As if." Then he swiped the knife downward. The sharp end meeting the flash of Cuixtl's out stretched hand. Blood leaked from the wound, red like most humans. It pooled in his hand, but the young magick user hardly seemed effected by the slash. "That was very stupid of you." His eyes seemed to glow a moment, but before he could retaliate the human lunged at him.
But then again it was this quality that kept him in business. Cuixtl offered an easy, simple, and somewhat painless way to get what they wanted. Simple, and easy, but no where near cheap. Over time the young-well young in warlock age- had learned just how to manipulate his clients. With a few careful words he could get them to offer up anything, even their eternal souls. Something that humans took for granted much or the time.
"H-how long is this gonna t-take?" A wake voice shook behind the Warlocks back. Pathetic. Cuixtl's fought the urge to roll his eyes, instead he forced on a sweet smile, turning to look at the man that set behind him. "Oh, not long at all. Just a few moments more and I'll have it ready." With that small reassurance the light brown hair male turned back to his work.
Slight sun-kissed hands moved quickly, grabbing the items he needed for this kind of potions. His eyes never lifted form the pot that steamed in front of him. He had no need to look at what he was grabbing. Having everything set up perfectly, in a place he knew it would be. And the ingredients all listed in his mind. Cuixtl's knew just what he was doing. He was skilled in this form of magick. Known as something of a kitchen witch warlock, the male did most of his spell over the oven. Using select herbs to cause the effects he desired, if he ever used an incantation, it was mostly just for show.
Placing the final item, he watched as a spark appeared over his work. A simple pop of light, fading only a moment after it showed. This singled it's completion. With a careful hand the young warlock grabbed a glass vile dipping the tip of it into the mixture. Sure to keep his fingers from the scolding potion. Once it was half full he lifted it, holding it by the tip as he place a bottle cap lossy in the opening. Just so that the liquid would not leak if turned upside down. Humans could be so reckless with things, and he never liked to make a second batch of anything.
He turned to his customer, the skinny, underdeveloped black haired male, whom set at the edge of the bar stool. His hands gripping the side of the wood, holding tight. Feet drawn up as far as he could get them without losing his balance. He looked pathetic to Cuixtl, like he was more of a small scared animal, then what should be a proud man. Though he used the term proud lossy for humans. "Here you are." The warlock said, carefully designing his thoughts behind a friendly smile. But when the human reached out for it the brunet pulled his hand back, taking the vile out of his grip. "No, wait. Theres still the small matter of your payment."
The mans dim green eyes widened. "A-about that... I-I don't have it right now... but.. but I'll-I'll get it." Almost instantly his nice facaded ended. The smile dropped and a glare meet the scared mans eyes. "If you can't pay the price you don't get the prize." With that the warlock tunned his back on the other male, moving and setting his potion on the counter. He heard the male rush to his feet behind, him moving so fast that the bar stool he'd set upon tilted and fall over. Creating a harsh bang though the kitchen. "But I need that potion!" He was shouting.
Cuixtl sighed, and touched to side of his head, a small pain working along his temples. "Need it you may, but their is a price. And I do not trust your kind to hold up to the payment." He heard a step drawing closer to him. But the warlock underestimated the threat a desperate man might be, a desperate human was. The young man turned just in time to see the glamor of a knife being drawn from the hidden spot in his leather jacket. With a shaky hand, the human pointed it at him. "Give me the potion, and no one gets hurt." His voice seemed to have suddenly become stronger now that he thought he was in control, a smirk of sorts lifted his lips. It would seem the warlock hadn't been the only one acting.
But Cuixtl wasn't the type to take threats easily, or play into anyones game. This was his show, no one else. With narrow eyes Cuixtl's lifted his lips in a snarl. "You'll get nothing from me with threats. I told you your payment is to be made, and then you will get your item." He held out a hand, "Now give me the knife before you get hurt." The man matched the warlocks glare with one of his own, "As if." Then he swiped the knife downward. The sharp end meeting the flash of Cuixtl's out stretched hand. Blood leaked from the wound, red like most humans. It pooled in his hand, but the young magick user hardly seemed effected by the slash. "That was very stupid of you." His eyes seemed to glow a moment, but before he could retaliate the human lunged at him.
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Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
This one wants to get the girl
And do I help them? Yes, indeed!
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
This one wants to get the girl
And do I help them? Yes, indeed!