Chapter 51 - Reapers (4) (1/2)
Simon watched as Nidal gracefully handled the floating needles of gold, slowly turning his eyes with each new motion of the glorious spectacle before him. With each motion of Nidal's fingers, a thread would come into place, leaving only a feeling of pure satisfaction in the eyes of any who would have watched. Only pure technique and experience could make such a thing happen. As it seemed, Nidal is indeed a master of his craft, perhaps the best of the demon world.
”What do you think about a silky red coat with furs to comfort your neck?” Nidal gently asked.
”That seems very appealing, please continue with your hard work.” Simon responded.
”As you say.”
Nidal quickly finished his spectacular display as a red coat appeared in front of Simon in the mere moments it took for him to respond.
”A fine piece, but not the finished piece. I still need the pants, the u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts, all of it.” Nidal declared.
”Let's go with simple black pants, of course made with my high quality silks. Nothing is ever half done in my shop.” Nidal continued as a line of black silk threads started to spew out from the walls.
”Don't worry, black silks are much more volatile before I form them into a piece, just watch and relax, my valued customer.”
”As you say.”
”Done.”
And the silks had formed into a pants just like that, leaving Simon slightly confused.
”Don't worry, it's just been that many years that I have been in this line of work. No one truely appreciates this art better than me. I don't say this to brag, but it is rather obvious that these pants are the work of a master.”
”Also, I have already made your shirt and u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts.” Nidal said as he directed his right hand to a floating group of excellently refined clothing.
”As for shoes, I'm no cobbler. So I regret to inform my dear valued customer that I can only provide you with a standard pair.”
”Sometimes it is good to acknowledge one's limitations, it leads to more satisfaction in what we already have.” Nidal joyfully explained as he gathered the newly made set of clothing and folded them into a pile.
”As for protection, trust me. The work of a master doesn't rip from a mere cut.”
In all honesty, Simon only came to the town in particular, because of this one shop. Everything else felt somewhat irrelevant to him, he didn't need anything from the town except for this masterwork clothing set, and his own custom fitted headwear. On top of that, Simon d.e.s.i.r.ed for a place to relax away from home; a a warm and cosy land of friendly faces and interesting stories.
And of course, there are plenty of interesting stories to be told, and Simon wanted to hear each and every one of them.
”Now then, why don't we move on to the real experience!” Nidal exclaimed.
”I haven't found a worthy enough customer in years, perhaps decades even. It's just been so long since a devil has impressed me with their minds and aura.”