Holy smokes

The Khyaak's skin wasn't dark, for that would suggest it had a color. It resembled a void: unreflecting, unyielding nothingness. Its eyes were bright white, and the pupils dark brown, the shade of an expensive leader sofa. When it spoke, the room trembled-- there was gravitas and weight put into each word. If anyone dared stare into its eyes, they could almost see the bright red fires of Yama's domain and hear the painful screams of forever-tortured souls. Fat and pudgy it may have been, but it was agile and quick and had instantaneous reflexes.

It took another long puff of smoke in, and rolled its eyes. Chest puffed up, there was a pause where it seemed to be considering something. And then the exhale. Colors not seen anywhere in the realm swirled around with the threads of green purple and pink, all mixing together into a river of a psychedelic lake that seemed to be gradually filled the room. Haka wasn't sure if he wanted to inhale the smoke, but he decided to take a chance anyway. He took a quick sniff. It smelled like fresh lemons and red roses and sandalwood, and -- to his surprise -- thick, rich buffalo milk the kind he had had as a child. I don't feel high, he thought to himself, convincing himself the smoke wouldn't mess his head up much more that it was currently.

He tried regaining his bearings. He was in his room, a supernatural entity had introduced itself and informed him that he would do its bidding for some time, because it had been so. There was no original introduction or connection... it was just that his name had come up in a particularly unfortunate raffle, and he would have to nicely but firmly explain that while he was flattered that whatever belief system had chosen her was doing pretty well, and not following the orders could have negative consequences. The Khyaak didn't care either way, of course. It had to have a job done, consistently, through the years, and that was all what was expected from the person too. These days though, with companies being flush with their Series C funding (because the rush is over, as everyone else knows) and in absolutely no hurry to go public or show profitability. It was other's people money but it made certainly differences, obviously.

What's the smoke, he asked, feeling rather foolish. Don't worry about it, came the reply. It won't hurt or touch you, as soon as its office/loction is covered, the staff spends more time fixing issues and administrating rather than being the manager for those kind of tasks that can't necessarily have anything similar besides the same collee they attened. Maile pani bibhinna chenko maanche chinta ma list gareramaatra nepali company ko throuh baata ticket purchase gardinthhyoo jhaan.