10-02-2012, 04:09 AM
Hades
Lewis turned around not to let the look of fear show on his face.
There is no way she could know.
To hide the look on his face he made his way back to the kitchen grabbing a box of cookies. Lewis quickly regained his composure. Years of political lies had taught him to conceal the signs of falsehoods in his face. Terra went on about Persephone. Lewis only half listened to the words coming out of her mouth. His mind drifted to the underworld. Lewis could picture Minos in the throne room. There were two chairs. One was made of flesh and bone, the other was smaller and made of a dark wood, engraved with flowering nightshade.
He sat down on the couch beside Terra. The flicker of the television was nothing my then ambient motion in the room. Lewis needed to get out.
“The night is still young; I think I should try to find that drug dealer. Maybe he knows why you left the bar. I can lock up the building, you will be safe here.”
Lewis didn’t care. He just wanted out of the apartment. He hoped Terra didn’t want to go with him. The fear that Terra might figure out he was Hades was too much.
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