The chime over the door jingled as the dark haired man entered the store. Xander could feel the wards placed over the entrance ripple in response to the dark aura the man was carrying. With a casual glance he took in the little details of his newest customer. From the practical way he scanned the area around him to the way he held his body, screamed hunter. His eyes lingered for a moment on the metal hand before leaning up against the counter to see what he wanted.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah”
The guy replied with a smile that would have done any used car dealer proud.
“My name’s Ash and I heard around in certain circles that your place deals with, shall we say unusual items."
Reaching up, he un-slung the backpack he was carrying and placed on the counter top.
“My friend do I have a deal for you! I have in my possession a very rare book that I am willing to let go for a steal.”
Xander’s eyebrow quirked upwards as his BS meter started to beep.
“I see”
Xander replied dryly.
“And the name of the volume?”
“Yeah about that”
the man ran his hand through his hair as he paused to shift nervously.
“It’s the Nec “cough” on “cough” omicon “cough-cough”.
Looking in bemusement Xander shook his head.
“I’m sorry Sir, I can’t help you.”
“Now wait a minute!”
Shaking his head Xander merely pointed at a sign posted on the wall of the pawn shop.
“Sir, there are certain items this establishment will not pawn, buy or trade for. Your book falls under number eight on the list.”
Walking over to the sign Ash read over this disclaimer and started reading down the list muttering to himself every once in a while.
“Souls!? You gotta be kidding me.”
Heaving a sigh as he gets to number eight and sees.
(Any literature dealing with the raising of, or opening of the gates of hell or other hellish dimensions.)
With a rueful grin Ash turned around and regarded the young man behind the counter.
“Well Hell!”
