Rebirth of the Nephilim

Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Venturing Into the Village


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Jadis stood tall in the stone hut she’d repurposed to be her own personal fort, heads in the rafters of the thatched roof. It had taken some time, at least a few hours she guessed, but she’d managed to create halfway decent defenses, if she said so herself.

One Jadis had stayed in the house, using the old furniture to build up barriers in the windows. With the addition of extra wood from a couple of the other abandoned homes, she felt the piles of wood were heavy and solid enough to make any attempts at breaking through a real challenge. Nothing was nailed in place, since she lacked nails much less a hammer, but with larger pieces jammed against the walls and into the window frame, she was confident in their stability.

Her other body had transported the clay jars of preserved food from the cellar she’d found them in over to her new base. It was while she was making cautious trips back and forth from the two buildings that she noticed the effects of one limitation of her body doubling skill. When she was at both places at the same time, a pressure headache started to throb behind her temples. However, once she started walking back, the headache lessened until after a few minutes it was gone completely.

The skill had told her in its description that the further her two bodies were apart, the more mental strain she’d be under. She guessed that the throbbing headache was evidence of the strain. By her estimation, the distance between the two buildings was about a thousand feet, maybe fifteen hundred at most. That felt like plenty of space to work with if she needed to separate her selves, but she did want to test the limits of just how far she could actually go if she needed to.

“Testing can wait until I’ve got more important things in order,” she said aloud, dismissing any plan to experiment for the moment.

“Like dressing my wounds,” she agreed with herself.

Looking at herself, she chuckled a bit. Ironically, despite the name of her class, she was sure she’d never need to use another mirror ever again. With two independent sets of eyes, she could check herself over in a way no one else on Earth could. Maybe other people on Oros, but not Earth.

She examined the condition of both her bodies, eyes raking over her forms. Both were fairly banged up with scratches, cuts, and bruises on arms and legs, as well as a few places on her torso. With no true medical supplies, she had no way to properly sterilize or bind the more serious cuts, the worst of which had her worrying about infection. She had a makeshift solution, though.

When she’d finished carrying the jars back to the hut, Jadis had used the strength of both sets of arms to pry apart the lids of the two boxes she’d discovered under the beds. The wood cracked and shattered under her combined efforts, rendering the iron locks useless.

“Who needs a key when you’ve got guns like these?” She’d laughed, flexing one of her biceps at the time.

Inside the first box, she’d found a leather pouch with ninety silver coins inside it. Forty of them had been about the size of a quarter and had the image of an acorn on one side, some kind of fancy crest on the other. The crest had two axes crossed in front of a shield with a crown over the top. She could make out small symbols on the shield and words on both sides of the coins, but the letters were foreign to her and she had no clue what they said.

The other fifty coins had also had the crest on one side, but had a tree on the reverse side instead of an acorn. The coin was also a bit larger, closer to the size of a half-dollar coin. She guessed they were different denominations, but she would have to wait until she found some living folk to find out what the difference was and what they were worth.

The box had also had a small gold pin, a silver ring with a green stone set in it, and a flat piece of wood with what looked like a family portrait carved into the surface. The contents were clearly the treasures of the former owner of the building. She felt a twinge of guilt as she stared at the faces in the wooden portrait but shook her head clear of any sentiment. She couldn’t afford to leave potentially useful supplies behind out of some misguided sense of respect for someone that was likely long dead.

While the silver and gold were probably the most monetarily valuable things in the box, the true treasure in Jadis’ eyes was the last thing she’d found in the box: a steel flask.

Opening the flask, Jadis had taken a sniff and found that it was filled with a highly alcoholic drink, something as potent as vodka if she had to guess from the smell.

She’d set the task aside until she’d finished barricading the hut, but now that she had that done, taking care of her wounds was priority one.

Combined with the clothes and rags she’d found, Jadis used the alcohol to sterilize her wounds and bound them tightly. Fortunately, she had enough cloth left over to wrap both of her chests. She felt a lot better with her injuries cared for and her boobs no longer bouncing about free.

Despite what the rude menu had said, she was not an exhibitionist and would be more than happy to get some decent clothes on her back.

Still… she had to admit she was enjoying the view. As she sat in the darkened, defended stone hut, making a few last adjustments to her bindings, she couldn’t help but admire her looks. Without the cuts and blood to distract her, she was very appreciative of the ability to take in her own beauty. As she ran fingers over her soft skin and tight muscles, she felt a stirring in her loins, an unfamiliar tightness that she’d only experienced once, on the day before.

Both heads snapped down to look at her two rising pillars that were obscured only by flimsy pieces of cloth.

“Fucking hell, now is not the time,” she murmured from both lips, longing tinging her words and eyes. Her throat went a bit dry at the thought of what sensations she might experience from two identical bodies being pleasured at the same time…

“No!” She admonished herself. “Not now! …maybe later,” she said, shaking her heads.

Jadis still had things to do. The sun showed the day hadn’t even reached noon yet and she had a lot of things she wanted to work on before night came. Jadis didn’t know if the bone thief demons cared about day and night, or if they slept, but she knew she had to sleep, and she certainly couldn’t see in the dark. If she wanted to feel safe that night, there was more to be done.

Fortunately, the second locked box’s contents were going to be of great help in securing her safety.

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Aside from another pouch of silver coins and silver necklace with blue stone pendant, the box held one of the most useful tools she could have hoped for: a knife. Small in her hands, clearly made for someone to fit the size of the dwarves who must have built the village, the knife was still sharp and without rust thanks to a silver trimmed leather sheath.

With knife in hand, Jadis got to work on improving her wooden clubs.

Jadis wasn’t a survivalist nut, nor did she have much training beyond what she’d learned from a single year in the girl scouts. She certainly had no experience making weapons. However, what she did have was an overabundance of wasted hours spent watching internet videos that revolved around survival situations or making primitive tools.

Using the knife, she peeled off all the bark from the thick branches she’d found, removing any little twig stubs and giving them a smooth grip. Next, she cut the tips of the larger ends of the branches, splitting them in half.

From what she remembered, the videos she’d seen had shown the men chipping away at stone pieces to give them a proper shape, but Jadis wasn’t sure how long that would take and decided to skip that step. Instead, she found a couple large rocks that had about the right shape she was looking for. She didn’t need to make axes to cut trees, just blunt objects that could break bones.

Wedging the stones into the split ends of the branches, she wrapped them in place first using the twine she’d found, then the leather strips.

In the end, she’d turned the wooden clubs into stone clubs, each one about the length of a baseball bat, their feel heavy and solid.

“Okay! Now I feel like I can break some demon skulls!” Jadis smiled, swinging the hammer-like weapons, testing their weight. “Not bad for a city girl, eh?”

“Not bad at all!” she grinned in response to her silly question, white teeth shining.

Heading out of her fort, Jadis decided she was ready to head a little further into the village proper. She’d found some good loot searching the outer huts, but she was certain there had to be more in the buildings that surrounded the stone temple. A village had to have had shops, right? Craftsmen? Smiths? Tailors? If she could find any places of business, she had high hopes of finding ever more useful tools and equipment.

Before she headed into the village, Jadis took a couple of empty jars to the water source she’d found and collected as much water as she could, drinking her fill and leaving the full jars in her hut. She didn’t want to have to go looking for water in the dark if she was gone longer than she intended.

Preparations complete, Jadis proceeded to the village, her walk slowing to a crawl as the village homes and clearing came into view.

She paused at the tree line, both sets of eyes watching the cobbled streets and open spaces for any signs of movement. Nothing stirred. With a deep breath, she crept her way towards the closest building, a larger stone structure with two stories.

Like every other building Jadis had come across so far, the structure’s windows were without glass and gapped wide, shutters either open or missing. There was no door on this side of the building, but Jadis still moved close and took a look through the windows.

A mass of splintered wood was all that greeted her. The interior looked ransacked, like a tornado had danced within. With how damaged everything looked, Jadis had no desire to try and sort through the mess. However, there was the second floor to check still. The first floor might be a wreck, but that didn’t mean the whole structure was a loss.

Putting aside the hammer one body carried, Jadis put her foot up on the sill of one window and boosted herself up, grabbing hold of the second story window and pulling herself up.

“For once I’m glad this place was built for little people,” Jadis mumbled as she climbed up and into the second floor window.

Unlike the first floor, the second was far less damaged, the furniture displaced but not shattered. She searched the rooms thoroughly, checking every drawer and under all the beds. Eventually, she had to admit defeat. There was nothing of value in the building.

“Maybe this place has already been looted?” She wondered. With all the drawers and boxes thrown open and askew, her assumption felt right. “I might not be the first to try and gather supplies here…”

Shrugging, Jadis made her way out of the building and rejoined her double. Just to be certain, she checked the perimeter of the building for any cellar doors and found none.

Moving on, Jadis followed the same pattern, checking the next four buildings for any useful resources with one body while the other waited outside, standing watch. None of them held anything that Jadis could even remotely call worthwhile. Three of the four had cellars, which had excited Jadis at the prospect of more hidden food stores, but all were disappointingly empty of anything but broken rubbish.

As Jadis moved to check the sixth building, a slight movement she almost missed caught her attention and she paused, ducking low behind a wobbly wooden fence between two buildings. Across the road, hanging from the partially exposed rafters of a thatched roof, a creature made of bone was slowly swinging back and forth.

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