When Dianthus said "room", Atticus' imagined a dark, dank holding cell with shackles attached to the wall. A place where he would be banished for however long it took to figure out the situation. He was not expecting what stood before him after Dianthus opened the main door once they had entered the apartment, hardly pausing to look at the main room which they had entered to start with.
To start off with, it was more of a suite than a room. The main area, which was approximately 20 by 30 feet, contained an enormous king bed, the colour of thick tar, with black sheets. Matching side tables stood on each side of the bed, adorned with identical glass vases filled with red roses. In front of the bed was a three-seater velvet couch, the colour of wine. It was seemingly the only bright colour in the room, contrasting with the void of black. The walls were black marble, and the ceiling was a space grey colour, with various patterns etched into it. A gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room, completing the sophisticated look.
"Is this room okay? We have others if this one doesn't suit you." Dianthus asked, breaking Atticus from his daze.
"What? No, this is perfect, thank you. It's too much, really." Atticus said quickly.
"This is the main bedroom. Then you have four other rooms: the bathroom, wardrobe, kitchen/living room, and the guest bedroom." Dianthus stated, gesturing one-by-one to the near-hidden doors around the room that Atticus hadn't noticed earlier.
'There are more rooms? Why would anyone need that much space?' Atticus thought.
"I'm sorry if this room isn't spacy enough," Dianthus added. "We have other residents taking up the larger rooms. But if it is really a problem, I can always see if I can pull some strings."
"No- I swear it's perfect." Atticus insisted. "It's much larger than I thought it would be, I'm not used to rooms this big."
"Okay, great then. Are there any questions?" Dianthus asked.
"I have many questions but none to do with the room." Atticus thought. Although he said:
"Just one question, actually. Why is there a guest room?"
Dianthus leaned against the door frame. "It's my room. I'm required to stay with you at all times. I'm not sure why, but my only guess is that it's to keep you from escaping."
"Why would I try to escape?" Atticus said, trying to imagine himself crawling out of literal hell.
Dianthus peered at him, his glare making Atticus shiver slightly.
"That," he muttered, "you'll soon find out."
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The Prey of Truth
Aventura"You're in the Underworld, Atticus. Enjoy your time here. It's going to be an... interesting ride for both of us." When Atticus falls off a cliff, he unexpectedly wakes up in the Underworld, greeted by a strange man with bubblegum pink hair, Dianthu...
