- delight.

All the while I stayed in this castle till now, I noticed how the time wasn't at all present here, like I was just stuck in place with singularities or perhaps the weather, atmosphere and the look of that dimension stayed the same so I couldn't ever tell whether it was night or day or how many days it had been since I was here. I had tried accessing my digital watch wrapped around my wrist but for some reason, I couldn't indulge, it seemed to glitch and turn off completely. I sighed, taking off the watch and keeping it in the backpack I had brought, clinging over my back. staying here, I felt a little lightheaded as I neither had any family members nor any friends or lovers worrying over my disappearing, my family knows that I work in a museum, not any specific one.

I looked through the windows at the side of my bed and gazed at the blood-red skies spread as far as any could see, to the horizon. few light shades of red were spread over the right side of this building or whatever this was. I wondered if the greenhouse effect had such a bad outcome here. no, that would be dumb.

bored, I plopped on my bed, its fragrance of sweet red roses. Do they also have housekeeping here like in hotels on Earth? okay stop this Eze, this is the underworld, where the dead reside. ain't your London life for god's sake.

Kazumi had shown me around the castle, every room and hall of it - except the spacious ballroom. She remarked that a mortal like me shouldn't be allowed to witness the beauty of death. I just walked on, pretending to be semi-deaf when she said that. I was more attracted to the voices of the dead, who all seemed to call out for help and as Kazumi said, " they wanted to escape hell "

now, laying off carelessly on my bed, wondered what happened to them, the dead ones. Vincent seems to be taking me lightly just because I decided to pretend I liked it here. I mean I did, a little bit. come on, was a history teacher after all, who loved Greek history more than anything else. I had grown up listening to my dad telling the tales of Olympic gods and how chaos reigned over the universe before everything was put right into its place.

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an age-old but physically 25-year-old-looking guy, stared at his drink, lifelessly. his mind was somewhere else, thinking about someone else. out of nowhere, who was this masked villain on a killing spree? and how was the mortal related to the prophecy marking the end of the world?

this mystery couldn't be solved by the god of death. he was risking the life of the mortal by keeping him away from his dimension as soon the gates of the void would open and just swallow the body of his fellow guest. he would have to displeasingly finish him off and guide him to the gates of eternal truth, where the dead are sent into either hell or heaven based on their good and bad deeds. and as for this psychopath, he was going to hell. thought Vincent, sipping his intoxicating drink.

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the clouds seemed darker now, in some parts it was almost ash black. I wasn't surprised this place was exactly the way I had studied. you know, you might lose belief in something you have only heard and read of but not seen, I didn't. From a young age, I was convinced that some of these things existed in not ours but totally a different dimension.

some said I was naive. but I had my beliefs. and now I have seen it too. 

unable to sleep, I pulled myself out of the cold sheets and sat up. my eyes were swollen, my body aching to do any work, any kind of physical work that least east engage me in something other than laying in the bed the whole fucking time. at this point, I had no idea how long I had been lying around here.

I heard a whisper, just from around the room I was staying in. My instinct kicked in and I took out the pocket knife I kept with me all the time and defensively held it forward. whoever was present there, whispering, they were behind the curtains. my hands were shaking from the effect, anxiety had on me. I approached the curtains and pulled them away. expecting the worst possible outcome of that and closed my eyes due to the fear of it.

I waited for a few minutes before opening my eyes, sweat trickling down my cheeks. I opened them and was flabbergasted to find a young, attractive gentleman walking towards my way. i backed up and he came closer to me, his face inches away from me and cursed myself in my mind noticing my back had hit the wall and was cornered now.

he looked at me, his face slightly tilted and his blonde hairs elegantly falling over his shoulders. he side smiled in delight, watching me squirm under his gaze submissively.

" So Vincent found such a pretty little thing and didn't tell me about it?"