Sometimes death comes for us, and sometimes he doesn't mean to.
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𒊹︎ The winged man placed you gently on the marbled floor, soon joining you. Your hands were damp with sweat and you kept wiping them on your pants, trying to calm the sudden nervousness you felt rising in your chest.
"Alright," he said, turning to face you, "make sure you follow closely behind me, and under no circumstances, are you to speak. Got that?" You nodded your head vigorously, trudging behind him as he began his climb up the stairs.
The whole time you walked, you followed the slim black coloured carpet that was draped along the floor.
You were to scared to even look up, which is why you suddenly ran into the back of your escort when he suddenly stopped. He gave you a look before turning back to face the two grand stone doors, each one dark grey in colour.
He knocked three times, each time the sound echoed off the walls of the chamber, giving it an eerie feel.
"ENTER!" A voice boomed from the other side, both doors opening on command.
The two of you walked in, still following the path of the black carpet. As you looked ahead of you, you could see there was a throne and a silver haired man who occupied it. 'That must be Hades,'you thought to yourself.
"Yoongi, my man! What have you brought me this time?" The man bellowed out, his bright blue irises looking you over with a curious expression.
If this really was the 'king of death', he sure looked the part.
The man sat on his throne with elegance, a leg folded over the other. His silver hair framed his face perfectly, and his face was a true representation of good breading.
