Chapter 45

Scarface was humming to herself.

With her bone bowl in hand, she joined Divine and the goblings for the meal.

First Disciple had made Divine very happy today and gave cause for celebration.

First Disciple had made Scarface happy too.

That Scarface had had much work to help her get clean today was no trouble.

The goblings, she was happy to help.

Scarface always became happy if they were, but especially today because Divine was sitting with them again and not with that stupid human woman.

It hadn't been easy for Scarface lately.

It made her sad that Divine obviously didn't want her, not the right way.

Sometimes, she had felt like leaving.

And sometimes she had felt like blowing up.

But she had done neither.

Scarface had never lived better and wasn't so stupid to toss that away, only because Divine didn't want to give her his dick.

At least he treated her well and appreciated her.

And there didn’t exist better living conditions in the tribe.

After a merry meal, Master Divine took the goblings to their cave.

Scarface gave the minions the order to wash the dishes and followed Divine and the little ones.

Divine was reading to them from one of his books.

Scarface didn't understand everything, but it was about sitting still with the eyes closed and feeling for something in the air.

First, Third and Fourth Disciple were listening attentively.

Second Disciple was only nodding along with glazed eyes.

It was easy to see through him.

"Second Disciple, stop making that listening-face and concentrate!" Divine stopped his reading to rebuke him.

“He is just stupid. Stupid! Stupido! Stupigob! Hahahihi.” Third Disciple laughed at her brother.

The other goblings giggled and Second Disciple lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Don't let your brother and sisters tease you, especially not Third Disciple. Just learn at your own pace. But you have to put in the work and pay attention." Divine soothed him.

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Divine just wanted to start to scold, when…

"What does 'face' mean?" Someone asked with a small and hesitant voice.

First Disciple eagerly answered to show off her knowledge.

"Your face, it is this part of your body..." First Disciple circled her face with her finger. “… where mouth, nose and eyes are…”

"And what does 'scar' mean?" There was some trepidation in Scarface voiced now.

Divine grew alarmed by her tone of voice, but he was too late to stop First Disciple's answer.

"When you hurt your body badly and then it recovers it can leave a scar. Just like the one in your face." First Disciple expected compliments for her great explanations, but none came.

The other disciples just looked at her with bored faces.

Scarface just stared at Divine.

Aghast and with tears in her eyes.

Her lips quivering.

Deeply hurt.

This was even worse for Scarface than realizing that Divine wouldn't mate with her.

Divine uncomfortably looked back at her and didn't know what to say.

Maybe it had been a mistake to name her Scarface.

Or generally naming everything and everyone so carelessly, just for his own convenience and amusement.

The goblings didn't understand where the weird atmosphere had suddenly come from, and they started asking questions.

“Something wrong?” Third Disciple and Second Disciple were afraid it was about them.

“Master?” First Disciple asked uncertainly.

“What’s up with Scarface?” Fourth Disciple wondered concerned.

Scarface took that as a cue to let out a sob and take off.

As fast as a frightened rabbit, Scarface ran out of the cave she shared with the goblings.

Perplexed and not knowing what to do, Divine hesitated.

After a minute, he went to the cavern to talk to her, but she hadn’t only left the cave, she had left the cavern.

Divine decided to let her cool off and wait for her to come back before talking to her.

He didn’t know what to say anyway.

Sorry?

That didn’t sound appealing.

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Scarface was devastated.

Blindly, she was running through the Lost Tooth Tribe's territory.

Completely distraught, but she still took care not to run outside in her haze.

She was sad, not suicidal.

After running through caverns and tunnels for what felt like an eternity, she ended up in some cave.

A small fire was burning inside and no one was there to tend it.

She just stood there and stared into the flames.

The worst thing was... maybe not the worst thing but a terrible thing was that she had even started to call herself Scarface in her own mind.

Disappointment.

Helplessness.

Sadness.

She was feeling down and defeated, but there were also other feelings.

A spark of hurt pride.

An ember of betrayal and humiliation.

A fire of anger and rage.

Deep in the pit of her stomach.

It had ignited and was growing bigger and stronger, washing over her.

Her grip around the small fire core in her hand strengthened.

She hadn't even realized she had taken it out.

The small fire in the cave danced higher.

She stared into the flames.

She closed her eyes and could still see them in her mind.

She could feel the fire.

Not only the heat.

But fire itself.

It was coursing through her.

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Snicky and the two brothers he shared his cave with were returning after they had called Snicky out to skin their prey.

On the menu today was a racoon that looked a little strange.

A little small with an untypical black and white coloration the two brothers had hunted earlier.

Or they had stolen it someone else, but fact was that they had brought it.

The peculiarly clothed goblin tit suddenly standing in his cave was a surprise.

“Snicky, you trying to suck up with gift?” The older and stupider of the two brothers asked. “She look perfect from behind. Look the ass!”

The most noticeable was the strange pelt she wore.

It reminded him of the strange gossip that Snicky had heard about a super goblin.

“Wait brother! Something not right. Her pelt strange…” The younger one wanted to stop his brother, but it was too late.

He was too eager to get his hands on a high end and easy target.

He just had to get a taste.

The goblin touched the beauty from behind on her arm to turn her around.

Suddenly he received a jet flame to the face.

The heat immediately roasted the goblin’s meager hair and dried his eyes.

With a scream he fell back on his ass.

The beauty turned around.

A fire in her hand illuminated her scarred face revealing a terrible expression.

Snicky and the younger brother gasped.

The older brother didn’t feel the pain from his burns and let out a terrified scream. “Ahhh!!! Ugly!!! Trap!!! Only beauty-from-behind!!!”

Snicky thought for a moment that this stupidity was scarier than that fire wielding tit.

But then the fire tit screamed out in anger and the fire in her hand grew.

It grew and then jumped at the older brother.

He burned to death quickly, but his screams were terrible.

The younger brother cried out in anguish and turned around to flee the cave.

Snicky thought about doing the same…

“Stop right there!” The fire tit commanded in a fiery tone and the younger brother froze before even taking a single step.

It was horrible, she stepped closer to them.

Fire still in hand.

“Kneel!” She commanded and the two complied immediately. “This your cave?”

“Yes.” Snicky answered quickly and honestly.

The fire in her hand flickered dangerously.

“No! No! This cave belong to you, great ruler of fire.” The younger brother cried out hastily.

The scarred goblin tit nodded with a horrifying smile.

“One of you dicks angry about this stupid dick dead?” Scarface gestured to the burned corpse.

The two hastily shook their heads.

Scarface eyed them up and down.

“From now on, you both serve me well. Right?” She asked.

“Yes.” Snicky answered fearfully.

“Yes, me serve you well.” The younger brother promised eagerly.

Then she burned the younger brother to death, too.

Afterwards she asked the last goblin left alive. “What your name?”

“Me Snicky.” He answered in a hoarse voice.

“Snicky, you serve me well, right? You not lie, right?” Scarface asked in a dangerous tone of voice.