You thought he was just another curse you’d serve. Just another customer, who wanted some booze. He was far more. This was The King Of Curses, in his Heian Era glory. Except, it’s no longer the heian era and it’s 2023, and you’re a bartender.

“Little brat. I’ll take the strongest thing you’ve got.”

He smirked, placing some wad of cash down and sliding it to you. His four arms, four eyes and the large mouth across his stomach, all seemed to pull you in.

“Eyes up here. Make my drink.”