The Aftermath of an Overturned Hell Part 1

Magic of the Mansion

As the masked man carried Deacon up the steps, he started to whistle a tune that Deacon could only think of random notes. However as the tune went on things moved through the windows, Deacon saw this and thought that they were creature to be fed too, he was skeptical to say the least. "What? Are you scared of maids?" the man asked, as they walked up to the doors blew inwards without a touch. Standing there on rows on each side of the door where maids who seemed quite odd. Where each limb and joint connected there was a small gap. As deacon noticed this a light shining above them grew brighter and when he looked up he saw i giant chandelier fall from the roof down to the floor. As Deacon closed his eyes in fear of shards of glass he felt himself be pulled from the man's arms and into the air. As he opened his eyes he saw that he was floating by the chandelier while the masked man started walking up the staircase of the main room, "how's the view from up there?" the man asked as he leaned on the railing. As Deacon looked around he finally got a look at the place, the main theme of the mansion was red with white walls and marble pillars and a gold trim. The stairs the man where on looked like a cinderella type stairway, one main staircase the splits of into a T with the curves on the sides. As Deacon was floating in the air he looked back at his leg and saw that there were white lights moving it and fixing it. At first he wanted to cream cause he thought he was in pain but when he focused on it all he felt was warmth from the part that was broken. "What's happening?" Deacon said with fear in his eyes."Don't be scared, they're just here to help" the man said with a chuckle. As Deacon floated around the room he floated back down to the ground. "Well your leg should be perfectly fine now."