The Golem’s feet slopped as it moved. It didn’t leave any traces of clay behind, nor leave any marks in Sam’s carpet. The magic that held it together, held it well.
Alix poked it with her finger, making a little hole in the red tinted grey muck that made up the golem.
“It’s not as tough as Doug was.”
“I haven’t finished him yet.”
“Oh.” Sam held her hand out almost touching the flat piece of clay that would have been the face. The clay started to crack open, right where his mouth would have been. The crack reached around to the back of his head. The top of his head lifted as the crack opened further. Pieces of clay slopped of the top half of his head, assimilating back into the bottom. His head was open, revealing a hole down his neck. “That’s horrifying.”
“Yeah, a little.” Sam stepped away from the golem that was now absolutely still. It seemed even taller than it was before.
Sam knelt down, she pulled out a draw from the coffee table. She grabbed a square sticky note and a pen out of the draw. Placing the note on the table she quickly wrote down what was needed on it. The name of the golem, the name of its owner and several words written in Hebrew ‘Earth, Fire, Soul, Servitude.’
Once she was done she popped back up, looking directly at the frozen mound of clay. Slowly Sam rolled up the sticky note, she half placed it half threw it into the hole in the golem’s neck. After several silent moments the golems head started to pull itself back together.
The clay made a wet slapping noise as it snapped shut. The flat patch that would have been its face returned with no sign of its recent split. Red patches slowly grew on its face as though it had seen someone undressing. The colour grew exponentially until he was more brick than clay.
The golem rolled its shoulders as its arms grew larger. His entire form grew and defined. The brick moved as though it was still a fluid, forming more human muscle structure. Oversized biceps and triceps, pectorals and abdominals, larger and more defined than any bodybuilder or previous governor of California.
“Alright Gerard, stop showing off, go compact please otherwise you won’t fit through any doors.” Sam waved her hand the golem sealing her control over it.
“Yes mistress.” Gerard’s voice was like it came out of the deeps of the earth.
“… And don’t call me mistress. My name is Sam.” The golem silently nodded accepting the information. His false muscles rescinded like the rest of his body mass. The liquid brick folded over itself seamlessly shrinking as it did so. Alix stood silent in awe, she had only seen Sam make a golem once before.
Gerard was now roughly the same size of Sam except without the bust and still half a head taller. He brought his hands out in front of him clenching and unclenching his fists, testing his strength.
“How will he hold up this time?” Alix came out of her daze as Gerard become less imposing.
“I’m not sure. At the very least he’ll be a lot harder to get rid of. So long as part of him remains he should be able to rebuild the rest.”
“Have you ever clothed one?”
“No, why?”
“Just seems a little impolite, having a naked man walking around behind you.” Sam just stared at Alix for a moment.
“He doesn’t actually have a gender, or a cock for that matter…”
“I know but…”
“But what? Are you seriously thinking about him as a naked man Alix?”
“He was all big… and muscle-y Sam!”
“Ugh! Alix!”
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