Left Hand of Doom by Mike Allan

Author:Mike Allan [Allan, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-05-05T04:00:00+00:00

Kendra hunches over her workbench. The miniature is a beast with a beard of wriggling tentacles and blood crusted tusks. Her brush darts in to add little cataract shines to its puke yellow eyes. On the shelf above her stands an army of paint pots ordered by name. Her files and brushes are arranged on a washcloth neatly as a dentist’s torture implements.

“What is that? Chaos?”

“Nah.” She sets her brush aside and turns the figure back and forth. “Something off some Kickstarter. People have no respect for the classics these days.” Tell me about it. Nilos has never even heard of Candlemass. She picks up the brush again, dips it onto her palette.

She and I are recovering plastic crack addicts. Well, I didn’t so much recover as quit when the price got too high and the choice came down to food and rent or another box of sweet, sweet destructrixes. Kendra turned the habit into a job. People ship her their sprue fresh virginity protection brigades and she sends them back painted up and battle ready. Her first love, though, is illustrating.

“You want what now?” Her breath fogs over her magnifying glass.

“Like, a hag. Not as ugly as a D&D type hag, but still kind of creepy looking. Like you’d want to fuck it but you feel weird about it.”

“So about how Purd feels about you?”

“Haha. You want the job or not?”

“God, yes. I need a break from these damn things.”

“What kind of price are we looking at?”

“Forget it.” She unclips the mini from her stand and sets it aside to dry. “I make enough painting these things. Like I said, this will be a vacation for me. So, a hag. Big tits, small tits?”

“I leave tits to your discretion.”

Her mouth quirks to the side. “I’m thinking maybe like a witchy thing. . .bubbling cauldron filled with eyeballs and ears and shit.”

I hold up my hands. “Like I said, as long as there’s a sort of screwable hag on it, I don’t care. You do your thing.”

“You guys got a logo?”

“I got somebody else working on it.” Designer I know from the Hour. And Purd says I don’t have any friends.

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