At the door, two security guards checked each orc before letting them inside. When it was my turn, they blocked my way with their arms before speaing.
"There is no space inside. You will need to come at another time," one of the security guards said.
I was drowning in my sorrow. If only I had been a bit faster. My body stepped out of the queue and as I was preparing to go to another restaurant, a sentence stopped me dead in my tracks.
"You can enter Sir."
My head turned around to see that the guards had allowed a fat orc and his wife to enter.
"WHAT IS THIS?" I yelled.
"I'm sorry, but he's the son of an aristocrat. I will need you to keep walking. You are not worthy of eating here," a guard said.
The fat and obnoxiously dressed orc turned around and began laughing at me.
"Poor human, where do you even come from? You wish to dine here?" he said while giggling.
The orc entered the building while I walked towards the security guards with a fierce expression.
"Walk away before you get hurt boy," one of the guards said.
I call them security guards, but in actuality, they were quite weak. They did not even have an energy core. I could not let these worthless idiots make a mockery of me. I imbued my fist with energy and released my aura. A purple cloud appeared around my fist as I lunged towards the first orc. He was the one who was disrespecting me. Their faces immediately turned pale, but it was too late now.
My punch slashed through the air before landing on his face. His head turned concave as his humongous body flew backwards. The orc let out an agonizing scream. He fell down on his back, but I had not yet taken my rage out. I stood above his body and struck him until the other security guard kneeled down and begged for me to stop. The orc's face was mangles and he was in a puddle of blood. The smell of iron permeated the air.
I turned around and looked at the other guard, who was now trembling like a leaf.
"Can I eat here?" I asked with a straight face.
"Y-Yes you can."
By now, the rest of the queue had vanished out of fear and I was the only one left. Step-by-step, I made my way inside a long corridor. The place was so massive that they did not hear the commotion that I had just caused.
"If fatso bothers me again, he's dead," I thought to myself.
Inside, a waiter guided me to a free table. The walls were covered in shiny wooden planks and grand curtains ran from the ceiling to the floor. The restaurant had a dark atmosphere and was only lit by the candles on each table. The polite waiter gave me the menu and after choosing, he set off for the kitchen. The orc was around my age, yet he was already working. While waiting for the food, I enjoyed a wonderful cocktail. Calm music played in the background. One-by-one, the orc brought out my meals, with each of them surpassing my expectations. I understood why even a good cook like Jasper liked this place so much. This was heaven!
As I was enjoying my dessert, a loud ruckus caught everyone's attention. My waiter was on the ground with his hand on his cheek and an orc was standing in front of him with a menacing face. I recognized the one who was standing. It was the fat orc.
"Don't make me repeat myself. You messed up my wife's order. Give us the food for free now! My father can ruin you and your family's life," the fat orc yelled.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. I will lose my job. I need to work," the young orc said.
"And how is that my problem?"
"I am sure that I gave your wife the correct order," the waiter said.
"Honey, he's calling me a liar," the wife said.
The orc held up his hand and prepared to hit the waiter again. A loud swoosh echoed in the restaurant. Everyone including the fat orc turned around to see a human charging at rapid speed. My fist extended and landed against his stomach. His gut appeared to deflate as blood oozed out of his orifices. I did not use energy for my attack so that he had the chance to talk. He was on his knees, trying desperately to get up. His wife began yelling at me.
"How dare you hit me," the orc said.
"My father is an aristocrat," he added.
"Is the belly an aristocratic trait or are you just a disappointing son?" I asked.
His face turned red in anger and he looked like a tomato.
"Apologize to the waiter," I said.
"How dare you order me around. I won't do that!"
"Fine then," I said as I struck his arm.
As my foot landed on his limb, a loud crack reverberated throughout the room. He shouted in pain as his arm was broken.
"You're dead, you know that! You and that stupid waiter can go to hell!" he yelled.
"You still have the strength to talk."
With another stomp, I broke his other arm before throwing a flurry of punches to his stomach. His shirt was ripped and his abdomen had turned into a shade of purple. Blood oozed out of his mouth incessantly.
"I WILL TELL HIS FATHER," the wife yelled.
"Tell him everything. I am not going to cower over doing the right thing. My name is Luke. Let him know that I am waiting."
"His father will let the chieftain know. Enjoy the rest of the night. It will be your last!"
The orc was on the ground, unconscious, with his arms dangling on either side. I went to check on the waiter who was in a state of shock.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Uhm yes, but are you going to be fine after this?" he asked in a sincere tone.
"Don't worry neither him nor his father will be able to touch a strand of my hair."
Some of the guests who were looming in the shadows were smiling at what I had done.