Festival of Chaos: Prologue I

Climbing out of the vat of acid, Altair was met with the strange sight of the girls huddled around Laros. Olivia was weeping, cradling the skewed pale body of Laros, surrounded by dozens of bone-deep gashes gushing streams of blood.

"Is he finally dead?" asked Altair hopefully.

"No… not yet." Said Nia, looking at him peculiarly. "Are you al—" 

Watching Reina mount a lewd kiss on Altair to welcome him back, Nia turned away a little awkwardly, wanting to cover her ears at the sloppy sounds of their tongues. She turned to Laros, whom Olivia had used as a meat shield against the branches. 

The battle had been hard for them, but Thanatos and Zagreus had taken a load off their shoulders. She was thankful for that. An even happier Laros was going to die soon. She wasn't sure if anyone deserved what happened to him.