Chapter6

#Chapter6

The Breakfast Club

Breakfast has never been this unappetizing.

The dining room looked beautiful, with its high ceiling and white walls. The soft carpeted floor sometimes silences the noise of the furniture whenever we fight and we throw things. Some times I feel like throwing Persephone on the carpet so she could shut up as well.

But then, even with a house as cozy and beautiful as this, when the ones living in it are the spawns of Satan, no one wants to live in it anymore. Especially when there are three of them looking at me and my bruises which I got from Zelos yesterday.

Well, I would make that four, but Delta Solomon has always been the quiet one. He never gave a shit about other's shit. A good delta with a good head on top of his shoulders. Unlike the rest of his comrades.