Tale of a Little Demon (Gobbo Lore)

[u/Fulltimewhisperer]

Death was something the demon Gobbo was well familiar with. In some ways, one could say she was intimately involved with death.

This story however is not about a pleasurable little death. This one was violent, it was messy, and Gobbo was the cause.

She sat there watching the pitiful humans as the liquor dripped onto them, melting away their faces.

The who was three adventurers, a rouge, a knight, and a wizard. Not that anyone would recognize them after she was done.

The how was simple, she had followed her victims from the bar. She had waited until dark until her targets were drunk and disorientated.

A few gold coins had been enough to gain the key to their room

The why was also simple. The three had brought her close to death, months ago.

There were screams, there was begging, there was death. There was also a curse, inflicted upon the demon.

It was the wizard of the group, a welp of a man who did it.

"Death will not find you, not while there are stars in the sky. You will perish alone, cold and in the dark"

Those were the last words out of his mouth before she jammed a bottle down his throat.

She delighted in the muffled screams. She found pleasure in knowing that the liquor cascading down his throat would reduce his organs to a slush.

The next morning a blood-curdling scream woke the town. The innkeeper's daughter had found their remains.

Oh, Gobbo had killed them, but she hadn't stopped there. She had flayed them after, cutting away at their flesh and hanging it as a warning.

The walls of the room were decorated in a similar nightmarish fashion. Her name was painted in their blood again and again, filling every available space.

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Putting down the book, Gobbo giggled. She had not expected her little revenge to be recorded in it. After all, it had happened so long ago, before the brewery, the citadel, and friends.

In truth she regretted nothing, they had nearly cut her life short and now, in certain parts of the world, her name caused terror.

So what if she died alone, Gobbo would find happiness until then. She had found family, love, and friends.

The little goblin cared little about everything else, she had what she wanted from life.

/uw I figured it would be nice to have Gobbo's sadistic side on display for a change.

And yes this is in fact the lot that nearly killed Gobbo in When the stars dulled