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𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕙 ignores Sabrina's heated gaze, slowly stalking closer, narrowing her orbs. She speaks whilst moving her one hand around in the air, "There's plenty of time for tearful reunions after we eat dinner. There are certain protocols that must be followed... even in hell."
Athena stays quiet, as Sabrina interrogates Lilith on Nick's condition. Her arms fold across her voluminous chest, and as she glimpses down at the brunette man in interest, the voices surrounding her becoming background noise. It must be fun having the dark lord in your head.
Sabrina looks down at Nicholas once more, defeat lingering in her orbs. She closes her brown eyes, and takes a deep breath, a steady stream of air flows from her nostrils. Lilith looks towards the group, annoyance consuming her voice, as she motions towards the door with her right hand, "..Now come along, the lot of you,"
The group of teenagers follow Lilith through the large wooden door, towards a dining hall, their feet pattering against the stone flooring. A part of the endless castle that Athena has yet to travel to, and she is looking forward to the upcoming adventure.
As they arrive into the dining area they notice a long victorian-style table, with tall and carved wooden chairs. Athena traces her delicate fingers along the intricate detailing of a chair, before pulling it out to sit on, her red fabrics meshing with the velvet cushion beneath.
Sabrina, Roz, Harvey and Theo also pull out a chair to sit on, looking down to food on the expensive china. Various golden chalices and serving platters litter the silk table cloth.
Lilith stands at the end of the buffet, her golden skull-crown softly glistening from the beams of light in the fireplace behind her. The crackling of the flames are subtle and disguised from her booming tone, "Please, sit, eat. Enjoy, and refresh yourselves,"
Harvey reaches out his hand for a large turkey leg on one of the elegant silver serving-trays, the smell of the fresh meat invading his nostrils, irresistible, increasing the volume of his stomach. But just as he goes to pick it up Roz grabs his wrist, whispering-shouting, "Please do not eat that!"
A smirk grows on Athena's features as she listens to the two quietly converse. Harvey's brow arches up in confusion, and his brown orbs dance towards hers. "How come?" Roz looks down towards the flesh and bone in his hand, her brow creases, "Trust me, it is not edible. None of the food on this immense table is edible. "
They both look down at their plates, noticing the mounds of white maggots and mold layering various items. The resonating flies buzz around and devour the entirety of their eardrums, growing louder as they process the scene in front of them. Death.
