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#34 in MURDER-MYSTERY
After a middle aged businessman was found brutally murdered in a high-end restaurant Olivia Summers, a forensic expert working for NYPD, suspects the owner of the restaurant himself. But when the said suspect is a d...
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'It was Minotaurs, his highness was sure of it. That was what he told me before he... well, passed out.'
Keres narrowed his eyes behind the darkened frames of his sunglasses. Keres could not, for the life of him understand why Olympus was drenched in sunlight so much so it nearly blinded him. Of course, by being the son of darkness and night he was to prefer less light but the amount of light in the luxurious gold-rimmed palace would give a human a headache.
He didn't show his distaste in his face however and continued to keep a face of stone; as was expected of a Primordial, especially a Prince of Dark Clan. Nobody needs to know that he could feel emotions now like the paltry Gods, let them continue to fear his inability to feel just like they do with Mors. The young disciple of Ares nervously glanced at the devilish axe reflecting the harsh sunlight with its sharpness.
'Where is he?' Keres asked lowly.
'In here, Lord Keres.'
The disciple bowed so low, Keres was sure his nose touched the gleaming white marble. Keres nodded nonchalantly and entered through the doors made of gold.
Ares' chamber was spacious and vast with a high ceiling supported by wide pillars, topped off with a mural painted dome above his luxurious four-poster bed. White and gold dominated the room as much as the diamond chandelier throwing off sunlight in hundred other dimensions. Keres narrowed his eyes further in irritation.
He was going to blind himself before he leaves Olympus.
'Ah, Lord Keres! We were waiting for you to arrive.' Zeus got up from his seat next to Apollo, dragging his new pearl white toga on the marble as he made his way towards him. 'Your brother arrived earlier than you did and he lives in the Underworld. What kept you busy?' Zeus raised an inquisitive brow but Keres could see the underlying annoyance the King had. After all, a King waiting for a subject is unheard of.
'There were matters I needed to tend to.'
Keres replied in an even and flat tone as he looked over where his brother stood nursing a chalice. The knowing glint in Thànatos' eyes told him that he knew the reason why he was late. The mere thought of his firecracker of a mortal almost sent a shudder of pleasure through him. After leaving her to her devices, Keres could only ever think of her sweet lips and even sweeter moans. If he hadn't had to leave to see how battered the impulsive moron was, he could stayed with his little mortal, tasting more of her sweetness till she broke apart in his arms.
What a nuisance it was.
His eyes fell on the brawny body of Ares, unconscious and on the road to healing. It didn't matter as they were Gods, he would be alright in under an hour but the fact that someone showed enough courage to hurt a member of Pantheon surely didn't sit well with Zeus.
