It Hurts So Bad With A Knife In Your Back ♥ Private, Izayuki

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"This is the last of them." The rather thin dressed in a dark cloak man grunted as he plopped down the last box in front of the store, right on top of one of the many piles of boxes scattered around the front of it. To anyone passing by, it might have looked like someone was getting ready to move, with various boxes of all different sizes strewn about the place. But actually, it was the complete opposite. Someone was not moving out, but rather, moving in. Kim had bought this somewhat small store soon after coming to this dimension. The previous dimension she had jumped to during her adventure, while pretty diverse and chock full of dumb people willing to spend their coin on her magic uses, was a little too diverse for her services. In a world where anything and everything was possible, her magic and witchy stuff was rather dull compared to being able to walk outside and see a dragon. So, she left. Too boring, she supposed. A little strange perhaps, seeing as how the world was so big and magical one would think you would never get tired of it. But as someone who came from such a world and was used to those sights it wasn't really enough to catch her attention. Normalcy was stranger to her than magic. Plus there were some real assholes with god complexes who back stabbed her there. She'd rather leave them to rot and have more fun elsewhere than deal with them in charge. And this place? Was a pretty good start. Skiagis, it was called. She learned that after asking about and getting a few strange looks. It was a place where magic existed, yet was not the entire life of it. It still held mystery while also not normalizing it. Pretty good for her business. very good, actually. You never wanted a world that was too full of magic and yet not one that was completely unaware of it. Trust her. She ended up on a normal dimension once and it ended up with an angry mob with pitchforks almost burning her at the stake.
Fun times. Fun times.

That all was besides the point, however. This was going to be her big breakthrough. All she needed, were some supplies. Thankfully, forging some papers and documents using her skills had landed her with a rather big sponsor who was willing to help her completely set up shop free of charge. Granted he only wrote her through papers with letters cut out from magazines and left money for her in dark alleyways under blood moons, demanding dark sacrifices of virgins in return for his deeds but other than that he seemed like a pretty neat guy. A little weird, but neat... Since he was giving her an entire shop for free. And not just a shop, but her entire first supply drop too!
Kim scanned over the boxes, counting in her head the amount he had promised to make sure it all was here. After the sixty sixth box, a smile edged onto her witch's lips. 
"Alright, looks like everything. And i get more once i start selling, right?" Kim looked over the to shadowy man who was wiping the sweat from his bow, who nodded at her question. Or at least she thought he nodded, it was hard to tell with a hood draped over his face.

"This is merely half of what the Dark Lord Mortem will eventually gift to you. You do well, you receive more. Such is the way of our glorious leader." There they go with that 'glorious leader' crap again. This dude must really be full of himself if he forced them to call him that. 

"Yeah yeah, leader schmeeder. Look, i wanna go eat my lunch, where do i sign?" The feline asked, her split tail swishing behind her, annoyed it has taken this long to get all the boxes set up. She had to get up early for this delivery and he spent the first half reciting something about the darkness eventually taking over this land and how she was helping their almighty lord yada yada. Honestly Kim had zoned out about half way through so she didn't even know or understand. Nor did she care. All she cared about was setting up and getting money.
A black smoke shrouded the hooded man, a clipboard with a paper attached to it and a black pen appearing in his grasp a few seconds later. He gave it to Kim, who took it from his hands and looked over the paper. There were a lot of words, so she didn't bother to read it and just signed her signature at the bottom with the pen. Not really having a signature in the first place, it ended up looking like someone who tried to write in cursive but who also didn't read anything above picture books. A mess, in other words. With a final stroke it was finished and Kim handed it back over to the man. But, the man did not take it back.

"A signature is only half of the contract. A blood pact must also be made onto the scroll in order to make it official."
The witch rose one pink eyebrow, letting out an annoyed grumble, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Blood? Come on, man. I just got my clothes back from the dry cleaners yesterday after i gave your 'glorious leader' more sacrifices. Do you know how hard it is to get virgin blood off of white cotton? It stains. Does it have to be blood?"
A silence soon followed for a bit before the hooded man spoke once more.

"... I suppose not. Any sort of spiritual essence will do as long as it comes from you." Right after he finished his statement a sound grunting and snorting came from the witch before she spat out a wet loogie onto the paper next to her name. Upon contact the paper vanished in a purple flame, along with the pen and clipboard. 
The hooded man bowed.
"Praise Lord Mortem." He spoke.

"Uh, yeah. Praise Mormons or whatever." Completely butchering the name and not caring too much she merely watched the cloaked guy vanish out of sight with a single teleport.
Strange fellow, he was. Were all of Mortems lackeys going to be this way? Probably didn't get paid enough, minimum wage here sucked.

Left to herself and the many boxes surrounding her Kim's yellow gaze looked them all over once more, walking over to one of the closest ones and picking it up. She leaned it to the side, judging its weight. It felt a little heavy, but yet not heavy enough to be straining to her. Actually, feeling it within her grasp, the box felt kind of... Warm?
Leaning her head down Kimial jostled it up and down rapidly to hear what was inside. Hopefully nothing fragile. She'd hate to have to have another one of those guys near her for the rest of the day.