your own personal jesus [Kaiser]

[charon]

Boots thudded on the ground as Vihtori made his way through the village. Cane in hand like always, it clicked along with the sound his steps made. The black smoke inside shifted almost uneasily, as if it was nervous about something. Vihtori ignored the weird feeling it gave him, used to things changing. Black hair was styled so he had a fringe made of three thick strands, falling over his icy blue eye. It was still visible, as it was rather difficult to hide the colour, but it stuck out even more thanks to the kohl surrounding his eyes. His silver suit was laced with gold thread, mainly around the cuffs and the large over-turned collar. A silver top hat matching the suit was on his head, unmoving as usual. His eyes narrowed slightly, tongue running along his crimson top lip. Both lips were dark crimson, similar to the colour of dried blood. But having dried blood on your lips was uncomfortable, so a look-alike was the next best thing.

His pace was slow, considering Vihtori didn’t need to go anywhere. Honestly, the man had no idea why he was in the village at this time. He could be out looking for the black market, trying to sell and buy organs and similar creepy things. Perhaps a charm for his little household. A shrunken head or a little thatch doll and make people believe it was real and that he could control them just by looking them in the eye while holding onto the doll. It would have made him chuckle if he was joking. Making a mental note to check some stalls later, Vihtori decided to take a gander into the depths of the murky village and see what it had to offer.

Eventually Vihtori spotted a nice enough place to waste his time. He had no idea who owned it and didn’t really care. Stepping into the ‘Writer’s Den’, knowing walking into the Inn was pretty pointless, Vihtori glanced about. Walking through the bookshop slowly, the sound of his cane hitting the floorboards echoing slightly, he skimmed over the titles of the books. Hopefully he would find something dark and interesting. Was there even an owner here? Vihtori would gladly snag a book or two if there wasn’t someone watching. He stopped for a moment, looking round at where he came from, and then back at the books, taking one out from the shelf. The cover was black leather and tattered, as if used often.

Vihtori scanned over it. It was titled simple ‘Magic’. It seemed pretty cliché and suspicious, but a book was a book. He skimmed through the pages, not really caring to read the small printed letters. He snapped the book shut with one hand and put it back in its place, turning in his heel to go down a different aisle. This place was rather interesting.

[Kaiser Adair]

The bell chimed that he had ringed to his office. Someone had come in again, it had been a good while. he was sitting there with the door closed looking at the book in his hands. It was his own that he wrote but he wanted to read it again. He put it down on the desk and stood. He smoothed his clothing and went to the door. He was going to see who was in here.

He opened the door and went out. he left the door open. He greeted a few and saw books on the cart to be put away. He picked up the few and started walking toward the shelf. He noticed someone he hadn't seen in here before. He was a rather dark character. The cane was interesting, that was for sure.

He noticed the book in his hand. Magic, on of Kaiser's favorite. That book was interesting if you knew demonic. He went over to the man. "Hello," he said. "May I help you?"