We all sat still at the large table. It had many arrangements on it and many floral designs. I admired the patters and print the table upheld, it was so dark yet beautiful.
"We had Leonardo paint it." I looked up at Marcel who spun his wine in his glass.
I frowned, "you knew Davinci?"
He nodded, which made me even more skeptical, "so you all lived at one point?"
Curiosity filled me again, how did they know him. Hades is suppose to be older than time?
"Being alive didn't matter, we wandered as false humans for years. Made a few bets, took a few lives and did what we wanted. Nobody ever suspected anything."
He took a long sip. I wonder if they ever fell in love.
As if on cue, Marcel spit his wine and stared at me in awe. "What?!" . He looked around the table, all eyes were set on me.
This bastard read my mind again!
"I must excuse myself. Brothers." He nodded then stood and walked out, I looked down at my hands in hopes they would look away, but I could still feel someone's stare burning through me.
"Baquyet!" a throaty voice hollered, two large doors opened and a row of black bird-like servants came with dishes in their hands.. Err wings?
"English only." Harry spoke. The line stopped and then continued, the throaty voice approached me and I didn't dare to turn.
"The breakfast sir." I looked at Harry who stared at me, he nodded and plates were placed on the table. Edward remained slumped back on his chair like a fat cat. He picked at his nails while the bird men opened the dishes.
I almost vomited upon seeing the hidden dish. It looked like rotten flesh, each dish contained blood and a body part.
I pushed my chair back and stared at Edward who picked up a piece and tossed it at one of the bird men. He laughed and picked at the corpse.
"Harry what is this monstrosity?" I spoke in a horror filled tone. This is disgusting, nothing of this makes me feel alive, I feel more dead.
"Food." He simply spoke and picked at the dish.
"This is not food." I said disgusted.
"This is my food." He picked an intestine and took a bite allowing blood to run down his chin.
I stood up and ran out of the dining room.
Why would they do that? Who are they eating? I ran through the halls before bumping into a figure, it was Marcel.
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Hell's Empire
Fiksi PenggemarHe's the god of hell and desires, you've died and are in his domain. Harry Styles ~ This is for mature readers only.
