The shop was cold, the stone floors leeching the heat out of the air itself, and even with the bright sun of summer scorching the land outside the cool interior of the store still sent shivers shooting up the spine. The high ceiling lent the space a feeling of openness, however this was smothered utterly by the minimalist lighting, the almost sole sources of which were a large stained glass window dominating one of the walls, and a forge which glowed with soft green flames.
The stained glass caught the rays of the sun head-on, its rich red, gentle yellow, and sumptuous purple glass bathing the floor and shelves in deeply hued light. The effect would have been quite charming were the imagery depicted within the glass not so ghoulish, its primary figure pure and unmarred only up to his lower thighs, beyond which his skin and musculature flayed away piece by piece. His arms hung by his sides supporting ribbon-like streamers of his flesh, the skin of his torso fluttered limp around his hip