'11:50PM'
"Last round everyone! Al, you stay behind a bit I need to ask you something."
12AM came and with customers leaving, my clones came back.
[Beer making lv2] [Wine making lv2] [Lager making lv2] [IPA making lv2] [Ale making lv2] [Cocktail making lv2] [Gin making lv2] [Vodka making lv2] [Whiskey making lv2] [Tequila making lv2] [Rum making lv2] [Brandy making lv2]
Why is there so much alcohol? Immediately I set my clones to ferment, distill and crush to level up the different alcohol creation aspects. Hopefully, pint magic assists me in the levelling up and practice throughout this.
"Alright Al, what do you recommend I do with her? From a demons perspective." I point at Bansi on the floor crying.
"Usually I would eat their souls, but since you can't I'd offer hers up to someone who'd appreciate it. You know just how many demons there are, which one would you like to be in the good books with?"
That's an obvious one since his daughter comes in here for blood everyday.
"Hunson Abadeer."
"You're joking? You must be, to even get a modicum of appreciation from him you'd need at least 100 souls, notable souls as well!"
"Clone #2, go hunt in elden ring. We need 49 living beings knocked out for a little bit of sacrifice." If I was anyone else I'd give up, after all there are many good people in the world that I don't want to hurt. But in Elden Ring, there's too many that I'd simply be doing a favour to.
Whilst me and Al waited, I went to the kitchen and got some different alcohols fermenting. I want to try and mix more magical or otherworldly ingredients in but I think I'll need a higher skill level first. However as a lv30 in mead making, thanks to my variety of willing ingredients, I did start fermenting a tears of the damned series of mead.
[Juicing lv20][Mead making lv32][Beer making lv4] [Wine making lv4] [Lager making lv4]
Naturally I'm going to merge them all together at level 20, hopefully with that level I can create some legendary wines that satiate Hunson Abadeer so he doesn't try to kill me.
The clone returned stringing along 49 incapacitated bodies of various allegiances. All of whom were floating in the air with tactful use of gravity magic.
Shuffling them all into the large open training room, I set a pentagram on the floor and placed the pile of bodies in it. Atop the pile, I placed a letter written in cursive 'Courtesy of Olivarick's bar'.
It is noteworthy that all of the people in this circle were warriors, cleanrot knights, carian giants, bloody fingers and anything else my clone could find.
Under Al's gaze, I begin the ritual. Stabbing each corpse in the throat and letting their blood spiral downwards into a portal. Their flesh decayed into dust as spirits resembling them sunk into the hell portal, followed by the armour and weapons they all carried.
"Right hopefully I won't be killed now, let's get back to work. Thank you for your help Al." They were a bit awkward leaving but eventually shook it off and went back to hell.
The full night was spent with me filling barrels, shelves and fridge shelves with a vast amount of alcohol.
[Juicing lv20][Mead making lv32][Beer making lv7] [Wine making lv7] [Lager making lv7] [IPA making lv7] [Ale making lv7] [Cocktail making lv7] [Gin making lv7] [Vodka making lv7] [Whiskey making lv7] [Tequila making lv7] [Rum making lv7] [Brandy making lv7]
The final thing I did that night was use some of the cash I've been inadvertently collecting to send a clone to a variety of shops and bars and bring me back samples of everything near and available. Thus netting me candy kingdom, lumpy kingdom specific drinks along with energy drinks and coffee from a '7/11'. The monster ones taste quite nice, though the ingredients scared me somewhat.
Morning comes and Marceline looks extremely on edge, hopefully her bass string just snapped and nothing else. "You okay there Marceline? You've hardly touched your drink."
"Huh! Oh um yeah, my family are coming to town… Ah, you know who my family is don't you." She said, automatically trying to downplay her father coming to Ooo.
"Oh… that's really not good." I'll have to close to the other worlds for a while then, I can't put them at risk of something I can't hope to beat.
"Very not good, I hope he's just here for his usual routine of trying to convince me to be a 'proper' vampire. But why would I when I can just buy blood from you?"
"Ah yeah speaking of which, if you give me a lesson or two in music theory I'll consider your tab paid for the month." I think my magic training made me take revising too differently, I can't seem to grasp music at all.
She agreed and the day passed like the one before, uneventful. However at night I was considering ways to reassure myself of my own safety, I realised that I was powerless in this, so I looked higher.
Sat cross legged on the floor, my training and practice dedicated to the various aspects of elden ring's magics shall hopefully show themself here. I seek to bind myself through death to the outer god of the twinbird. Just as the headless mausoleum knights live on through death, they are still tangible and active, though bound. I am already bound so I think this is a risk I need to take.
Though I still have a job, I will need to make my death clean so I don't disturb people too much by my appearance.
Upon my back a clone engraved the symbol of the eclipse unto me, from there I channeled my focus into it, constantly cycling around and around, warding destined death. Deep breaths were taken as I took the final step, burning my brain stem off.
It was immediate, I watched as my body collapsed to the ground, set alight by ghostflame. I was drifting off away from it, the scenery darkened and I felt like there was nothing tethering me to the bar once more. This is wrong, wasn't the twinbird god supposed to bind me, why am I still going? I did everything I was supposed to.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to centuries. The only company was my voice, counting the very seconds that passed, not once did I lose count. My mind refused to buckle, to madden, this torture could only temper me now…
'17,863,372,801'
'17,863,372,802'
Though my body rots, my mind shall never decay and my spirit will, it WILL walk the earth once more.
-"Granted"-
My spiritual body was sent hurtling across the lightyears of distance, lights flashed by me as I slingshotted back the way I came. Not even a minute later and I recognised a rapidly approaching room.