It had started out just like any other day; perhaps a bit on the cold side, but an ordinary day nonetheless. Vincent kissed his wife and daughter goodbye as they set about their work in the kitchen. Then he and his eldest son Nathan went out the door to open the shop as per their morning routine.
The shop was just a little bakery down the street from the house. Vincent knew he had to get there early enough to get the ovens warm and the bread cooking before the morning rush. The sun had not yet peeked over the rooftops, and a thin mist hung about the streets. If he were less familiar with the area it would have seemed eerie. As it was, however, Vincent knew and loved this city. He had grown up in it, he was raising his family in it, and one day he hoped to peacefully die in it.
As they arrived at the shop, Vincent glanced at the sign hanging above the door. Devale Bakery, it announced in peeling green letters. This modest building and all within it had belonged to his father, and it would someday belong to his son. He unlocked the door and entered to begin the day's work, his son dutifully behind him.
Vincent set about mixing the ingredients for the dough, and Nathan began to heat up the two large ovens in the back of the building. After a few hours, the sun glimmered over the rooftops and the city slowly came to life. Nathan and Vincent set out the first batch of bread just as Vincent's wife brought her first delivery of sweets, delicious chocolate treats that she prepared at home every day The Devale Bakery was located in a perfect corner. The area around it had grown into a sizable marketplace, and the handmade bread Vincent sold had been popular since his father had first made it. Local restaurants bought bread from him daily, and Vincent could reliably put a name to almost anyone living nearby, for most of them patronized his bakery several times a week. All in all, it was a very successful shop. That success, however, may be what caused the problems for the Devale family. Eventually the sun peeked over the rooftops again, but this tame it was a furtive look back rather than an anxious glance forward. As dusk fell, Vincent and Nathan began to close down the shop. Nathan amiably hurried the last few customers out, and Vincent sold the last of the bread out the back door cheap to the second-class restaurant behind his shop. The two locked up and went home to eat their dinner. Once home, the nightly ritual began with each Devale telling the family of their day. The highlight of the day for young Sophia, Vincent's daughter and youngest child, was getting her hair cut short. After dinner, with another busy day looming on the horizon, the entire family retired to their beds. This was the last ordinary day for the Devale family. The next morning, Vincent and Nathan went to open the shop just like any other day. When they arrived, they gazed in shock at their beautiful shop, or what was left of it. Someone had smashed in the door and destroyed most of the furniture inside the shop. Nathan ran to find a city guard and Vincent stared in numb disbelief at his shop. The once-friendly sign was on the ground, snapped in half beneath his feet. The two men were relieved to find that nothing had been stolen and the city guard promised to find the vandals that had done this. The repairs were a hassle for the family and forced the shop to close for a few days. Fortunately, Vincent could easily afford the time off and the cost of the repairs. A new sign was lovingly painted by Sophia, and two local carpenters, regulars at his shop, promised to work hard and replace his furniture with stronger, fancier items. On the day that the new furniture was moved in and the shop was reopened, an entire crowd gathered to cheer for Vincent and buy more delicious Devale bread. Almost two weeks after reopening the shop, Vincent and Nathan came back to find the front door smashed in again. This time, however, the windows had been destroyed and many of Vincent's supplies were missing. Again Nathan called the guard, and again the bakers were assured that the vandals and thieves would be caught. This forced the store to close for even longer as new furniture was made, new glass was made for the windows, and supplies were purchased from a larger city to the west. More fanfare greeted the reopening of the bakery, and this time several of the local winos promised to stand nightly guard for the Devale bakery. Vincent smiled and thanked them, but knew that they would be no help when it happened again. Something in the pit of his stomach told him it would be sooner, this time. A mere four days after the store reopened, Vincent and Nathan arrived to find the door forced open, but this time nothing was damaged or missing. Nathan, once more, went to find a guard, and Vincent ventured into the store alone to investigate. He stepped slowly through the door, looking about the poorly lit shop. Once inside, the door slammed shut behind him. He spun about to find himself face-to-face with a nightmare. The beast snorted from wide nostrils and glared at him with eyes full of dumb cunning. Cracked green lips parted, exposing a tusked smile full of yellow daggers. A fist with more akin to catapult shot than a hand knocked him effortlessly off his feet. The fell humanoid advanced on him as Vincent struggled to regain his feet. Just as he got back up, the beast backhanded hard. Vincent felt a tooth loosen as he struck the ground again. "That will do, Gresnik," A whispered, sinister voice commanded from the dark corner of the room. The malevolent voice stopped the monster's raised fist before it could strike a third time. Gresnik, as apparently the savage was named, stared down at Vincent's curled form in disappointment. "Help him to his feet," the shadow continued, "we have business to discuss." Gresnik hauled Vincent roughly to his feet. "Wh-what do you want?" Vincent coughed out, blood tingeing his lips. His question was answered with a hard shot to his right kidney. He would have fallen again, had the beast had not had him gripped tightly with its other arm. Vincent looked frantically at the door, thinking Nathan will bring the guard soon. "Please do not speak unless I tell you to," the dark voice said. "Now then, I am here to discuss the recent unfortunate damage to your store. I am aware that it has been targeted by a most disreputable sort of people of late. I can protect you from these kinds of things, and prevent any further losses to your lovely family." At the mention of the baker's family, the source of the voice stepped forward to display a vicious grin. Vincent was confronted with a far smaller manner of beast, tiny compared even to the skinny baker. Its pale grey skin was a maze of wrinkles and imperfections than only accentuated its horrid pointy teeth and sharp, flat nose. It was the creatures eyes, or more accurately, lack of them, that entranced Vincent, however. Where the eyes should be, the creature had only blank skin, as if the eyelids had never parted in the womb. "Who are you, and why are you doing this" Leave my sto-." Vincent's brave reply was cut short by an even harder hit to his side. This one forced him to double over. Gresnik let him fall to his knees and gasp in pain, laughing at the splotches of blood that fell from his lips to the wood floor. As Vincent attempted to regain his composure, he spared a sidelong glance at the window, hoping to see some sign of help. "I would hate to see further harm come to you or your store, Vincent. All my protection will cost you is half of all your income from this fine establishment," The grey being said smoothly, with a voice like rotten silk. It crouched down next to the ailing baker, grasped his chin, and forced him to stare at its eyeless countenance. "Tell me, how is your pretty wife?" Vincent's head jerked in the creature's cold grasp. Panicked, he asked, "How do you know about my wife, or my family?" "I know much, very much. Now, I'll give you time to think over my offer. Do not go to the guard and do not tell anyone what happened here," The grey man said. He roughly pushed Vincent's head aside and beckoned to Gresnik. The unlikely duo walked toward the back door, but then the black voice called back, "Oh, and tell your daughter that she was far more beautiful with long hair.? With that, the two creature's slipped out the back door, into the predawn darkness. Vincent slumped to the floor and whimpered. He had never known such fear in his life, but he held back the urge to cry as he heard Nathan arrive with two guards. Ignoring the warnings of the pale nightmare, Vincent told the guards everything that happened. He pleaded for their protection, placing his faith in the laws of the city. He had faith that the guard forces could handle two monsters running amok. That faith, however, did not extend to his dreams. That night, he dreamt of long, grey fingers snatching up his wife and daughter, and a fist the size of a mountain crushing him and his son into nothing.
Vincent set about mixing the ingredients for the dough, and Nathan began to heat up the two large ovens in the back of the building. After a few hours, the sun glimmered over the rooftops and the city slowly came to life. Nathan and Vincent set out the first batch of bread just as Vincent's wife brought her first delivery of sweets, delicious chocolate treats that she prepared at home every day The Devale Bakery was located in a perfect corner. The area around it had grown into a sizable marketplace, and the handmade bread Vincent sold had been popular since his father had first made it. Local restaurants bought bread from him daily, and Vincent could reliably put a name to almost anyone living nearby, for most of them patronized his bakery several times a week. All in all, it was a very successful shop. That success, however, may be what caused the problems for the Devale family. Eventually the sun peeked over the rooftops again, but this tame it was a furtive look back rather than an anxious glance forward. As dusk fell, Vincent and Nathan began to close down the shop. Nathan amiably hurried the last few customers out, and Vincent sold the last of the bread out the back door cheap to the second-class restaurant behind his shop. The two locked up and went home to eat their dinner. Once home, the nightly ritual began with each Devale telling the family of their day. The highlight of the day for young Sophia, Vincent's daughter and youngest child, was getting her hair cut short. After dinner, with another busy day looming on the horizon, the entire family retired to their beds. This was the last ordinary day for the Devale family. The next morning, Vincent and Nathan went to open the shop just like any other day. When they arrived, they gazed in shock at their beautiful shop, or what was left of it. Someone had smashed in the door and destroyed most of the furniture inside the shop. Nathan ran to find a city guard and Vincent stared in numb disbelief at his shop. The once-friendly sign was on the ground, snapped in half beneath his feet. The two men were relieved to find that nothing had been stolen and the city guard promised to find the vandals that had done this. The repairs were a hassle for the family and forced the shop to close for a few days. Fortunately, Vincent could easily afford the time off and the cost of the repairs. A new sign was lovingly painted by Sophia, and two local carpenters, regulars at his shop, promised to work hard and replace his furniture with stronger, fancier items. On the day that the new furniture was moved in and the shop was reopened, an entire crowd gathered to cheer for Vincent and buy more delicious Devale bread. Almost two weeks after reopening the shop, Vincent and Nathan came back to find the front door smashed in again. This time, however, the windows had been destroyed and many of Vincent's supplies were missing. Again Nathan called the guard, and again the bakers were assured that the vandals and thieves would be caught. This forced the store to close for even longer as new furniture was made, new glass was made for the windows, and supplies were purchased from a larger city to the west. More fanfare greeted the reopening of the bakery, and this time several of the local winos promised to stand nightly guard for the Devale bakery. Vincent smiled and thanked them, but knew that they would be no help when it happened again. Something in the pit of his stomach told him it would be sooner, this time. A mere four days after the store reopened, Vincent and Nathan arrived to find the door forced open, but this time nothing was damaged or missing. Nathan, once more, went to find a guard, and Vincent ventured into the store alone to investigate. He stepped slowly through the door, looking about the poorly lit shop. Once inside, the door slammed shut behind him. He spun about to find himself face-to-face with a nightmare. The beast snorted from wide nostrils and glared at him with eyes full of dumb cunning. Cracked green lips parted, exposing a tusked smile full of yellow daggers. A fist with more akin to catapult shot than a hand knocked him effortlessly off his feet. The fell humanoid advanced on him as Vincent struggled to regain his feet. Just as he got back up, the beast backhanded hard. Vincent felt a tooth loosen as he struck the ground again. "That will do, Gresnik," A whispered, sinister voice commanded from the dark corner of the room. The malevolent voice stopped the monster's raised fist before it could strike a third time. Gresnik, as apparently the savage was named, stared down at Vincent's curled form in disappointment. "Help him to his feet," the shadow continued, "we have business to discuss." Gresnik hauled Vincent roughly to his feet. "Wh-what do you want?" Vincent coughed out, blood tingeing his lips. His question was answered with a hard shot to his right kidney. He would have fallen again, had the beast had not had him gripped tightly with its other arm. Vincent looked frantically at the door, thinking Nathan will bring the guard soon. "Please do not speak unless I tell you to," the dark voice said. "Now then, I am here to discuss the recent unfortunate damage to your store. I am aware that it has been targeted by a most disreputable sort of people of late. I can protect you from these kinds of things, and prevent any further losses to your lovely family." At the mention of the baker's family, the source of the voice stepped forward to display a vicious grin. Vincent was confronted with a far smaller manner of beast, tiny compared even to the skinny baker. Its pale grey skin was a maze of wrinkles and imperfections than only accentuated its horrid pointy teeth and sharp, flat nose. It was the creatures eyes, or more accurately, lack of them, that entranced Vincent, however. Where the eyes should be, the creature had only blank skin, as if the eyelids had never parted in the womb. "Who are you, and why are you doing this" Leave my sto-." Vincent's brave reply was cut short by an even harder hit to his side. This one forced him to double over. Gresnik let him fall to his knees and gasp in pain, laughing at the splotches of blood that fell from his lips to the wood floor. As Vincent attempted to regain his composure, he spared a sidelong glance at the window, hoping to see some sign of help. "I would hate to see further harm come to you or your store, Vincent. All my protection will cost you is half of all your income from this fine establishment," The grey being said smoothly, with a voice like rotten silk. It crouched down next to the ailing baker, grasped his chin, and forced him to stare at its eyeless countenance. "Tell me, how is your pretty wife?" Vincent's head jerked in the creature's cold grasp. Panicked, he asked, "How do you know about my wife, or my family?" "I know much, very much. Now, I'll give you time to think over my offer. Do not go to the guard and do not tell anyone what happened here," The grey man said. He roughly pushed Vincent's head aside and beckoned to Gresnik. The unlikely duo walked toward the back door, but then the black voice called back, "Oh, and tell your daughter that she was far more beautiful with long hair.? With that, the two creature's slipped out the back door, into the predawn darkness. Vincent slumped to the floor and whimpered. He had never known such fear in his life, but he held back the urge to cry as he heard Nathan arrive with two guards. Ignoring the warnings of the pale nightmare, Vincent told the guards everything that happened. He pleaded for their protection, placing his faith in the laws of the city. He had faith that the guard forces could handle two monsters running amok. That faith, however, did not extend to his dreams. That night, he dreamt of long, grey fingers snatching up his wife and daughter, and a fist the size of a mountain crushing him and his son into nothing.