//Roxy, I must say I'm writing several short stories based on what Lumi & Grace did (sci-fantasy) and on my own ideas for the plot here (steampunk), so you're not alone ^.^ And everyone will get a link too
Also according to the previous statements each demon group is 100-400 demons strong, so approximately 250, not 100.//
Low frequency tremors detected. Estimate: 80 t TNT underground blast.
Approximate location: General Hunter. New data acquired.
Target threat assessment: low, rising.Grace silently processed everything she heard from the distance. New findings didn't please her--one more potential threat to Lumi was always one too many. She also still wondered about the word said by Lumi:
Civilized. Definition: advanced, merciful, polite, ordered.
Effective essential resource acquisition method devised. Executing.She, Lorkin and the company of demons finally arrived at the village with a dock. Ignoring Lorkin she pointed at a team of 4 demons.
"You, follow me. 2 by 2 formation. Keep your weapons holstered."She sniffed loudly, inhaling immense amounts of air and analyzing it's content for certain substances, such as hormones indicating cancer and other diseases she considered incurable with the local medical knowledge and without enough money for a magical healer.
Be advanced.She quickly mapped all housings in the village and plotted the best path, starting from the ones of the sick who had relatives.
Be ordered.She approached the first building. It was a rather big wooden villa. She knocked on the door. It opened, revealing an old, trembling fox.
"Good morning, villager. Can you please give me all your gold, please?" Be polite."Why, you thieving bastard, you think you can scare me?" the fox croaked and hit Grace with his heavy cane, making it stick to the instantly formed ice and then break apart. A demon started to unsheathe his sword, but Grace's hand rotated awkwardly to the back and gripped its head, then squeezed, crushing the steel helmet like it was made of paper, then pumped steam through it at enormous pressure making blood and other, soft and hard parts of demon's head erupt, spraying the ground, all within a fraction of a second.
"I'm very sorry for that impoliteness. The command was to keep weapons holstered. I am bound by honor and prime directives to remain civilized.""Oh... uh..." stuttered the fox, "so you want to trade?" he grinned and rubbed his hands in greed.
"Not by conventional definition," Grace said and paused to evaluate the fox's remaining lifespan and the pain associated with his cancer. Less than half a year, death in agony.
Be merciful. "May I see your daughter?""How do you know I have a daughter?" he said in surprise. Grace didn't answer. "Alright, since you gave your word. Dala!... Dalavesta!"
"Yes, dad," said a young vixen, "wha--" she cut off as she saw Grace launch a meter-long icicle into the fox's muzzle, killing him instantly and making his lump body hang from the icy spike that nailed him to the inside of the wooden door.
"Good morning, villager. Can you please give me all your gold, please?" said Grace. Dala screamed as she burst into tears. The rest of the household ran to the entrance. Some other villagers who saw the bloodshed and watched curiously gasped in terror and ran to their homes.
Be civilized. Command executed successfully.
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