Prophets of Sin: (Version 2)

“Honey Cherry”  Lillian said, face planting into the bar, and tossing out the ID she had.

 “You know I can't serve that to you, right?” The female bartender replied.

Lillian was about to reply when another ID slid across the table. “A Gross Apple, and a Honey Cherry mead.”

“Travis Oxadon” The bartender replied. “I didnt think you capable of such—”

“Just do it, Renee!” Both her customers replied, before getting served their drink.

“Thank you… I guess it’s not father, anymore.” Lillian replied.

“Trox” Travis replied. “Is the name I still hold at least.”

“Trox fits you.” Lillian replied “So Trox it is,” Chugging her drink shortly after.

“Tough day at the church, then?” Trox replied, drinking with her.

“No.” Lillian replied. “Just another day in the box, because I still want to do an independent summon. That, and my parents locked the door.”

“Again? 4 time this week isnt it?” Trox asked. “You considered… You know the Trox route?”

“I have wanted to summon all my life. Where am I supposed to go if not the church?” Lillian Replied slamming her fist into the table.

Trox shrugged. “Braoxen never had problems keeping the shepard away from me. So I assume he knows of other ways.”

Lillian stared and blinked twice “Braoxenqu? The demon minotaur who is rumored to have to have brought down a chunk of the moon cause he thought it was made of cheese.”

Trox spit his drink back into its mug before bursting out laughing. “Oh, he was pissed as all 11 layers of hell when it was just rock.”

“And you are working with him?” Lillian asked.

Trox walked out of the bar, and brought back a box. “I bring him rum. He gave me that.”

“A luxirum?”Lillian looking over the box. “One of the seven deadly sins gave you a HOLY artifact.”

“Your barrals are marked mister Yaniff!” Trox yelled. “Seems I have something to attend to tonight.”

“Trox, you could have done this yourself!” Lillian shouted.

“Back when I, like you, thought it was that simple? Yes. Yes, I could have”

“Just what is that supposed to mean?!” Lillian replied.

Trox yanked down a map, and pointed out roads “Radestilk, doesn’t pay due. Mortiker, orders too much alcohol. Alkcore has always got a dispute or two with the capital. Which means I have no way of knowing whether I can take one of these 5 roads, or if I‘m even allowed to take a shipment half the time.” Trox slammed the table” almost all my business is near impossible to get to. And no one brings supplies there, if I don’t. I mean it seems like every week now one of them is struggling to even survive.”

“You are from us!” Lillian replied. “And now you believe we are worshiping a cruel god?!”

“I believe in what works.” Trox replied. “And your church. No longer works for me” Trox started walking away. “I have orders to get to.”

“Trox…” Lillian replied as he turned back around. “Could I come?”

Lillain’s face blushed with embarrassment. Grabbing her blue habit tight as both of them remembered why they were  here to begin with.

“Well you being here for the night isn't going to work now , is it?” Trox replied, as he gestured to follow. “Maybe Braoxenqu will teach you how to summon an oath.”

“I have tried to.” Lillian replied.

“A dozen or so times” Trox said.

“Only the 10!” Lillian said. “They always say it needs to be more unique, but whenever I give that to them it’s the work of Braoxenqu or something.”

“Well then, let’s introduce you to the man.” Trox replied. “See what he has to say”