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Post by Erebos on Aug 14, 2008 14:47:02 GMT -5
Lurking, somewhat, in the shadows of a colonnade, Erebos watched the tiny humans below. His black eyes followed a couple of teenagers walking together. They were holding hands. "Young love. How sweet." He muttered to himself, reaching out to probe the heart of the boy, encouraging the darkness within. Once this was done, Erebos leaned back against a column to watch the fireworks.
Soon, a fight had broken out. The darkness had formed into jealousy and the boy had spontaneously attacked another for looking at his girlfriend.
Erebos smirked. It was these kinds of dramas created by humans that kept him entertained. They were a source of amusement, and, as such, he looked down upon them. He could hardly help it, they all went to the Underworld in the end.
It seemed as though it was the shadows following him, rippling around him like a cloak, but in fact it was a cloak that rippled around him like shadows. It was an interesting concept to observe, especially with the faint glints of starlight woven into the fabric. Almost as though the auroras, and the night sky that beheld them, had transformed into the robes that Erebos wore. He had to hand it to Nyx, she did have beautiful taste in cloth.
Erebos strode a little way along the colonnade and looked down the mountain side again. This time, he spotted another couple, but these pair seemed to be so happy and content in each other's company that he didn't quite have the heart to play with them. He missed that spark of love in a relationship. That was the problem, he supposed, of being married to your sister.
Sighing, he played with the lengthening shadows as the sun set, forming them into different patterns and making them dance across the ground. As the sun grew lower, small patches of darkness seemed to be shed from his body, the glints of starlight shining a little brighter now his shadowy protection from the sun lessened.
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 15, 2008 18:56:57 GMT -5
Mnemosyne ducked her head as she hurried down from the higher regions of Olympus. Sometimes gods just couldn't take a joke... but it meant she'd have to stay undercover from the open sky for a few days. Thunderbolts wouldn't kill her, but they hurt like Hades... Speaking of, she noticed just into whom she had collided as she ducked under the colonnade. Typical aim, that. She tumbled across him to the floor in a heap of pale robes and vivid hair. That was all she needed, another god with a grudge. As she stood, brushing the white dust of the ever-present Paphos marble from her normally-pristine attire, she considered using her powers on him. Sure it'd mean he'd be more annoyed at her later on, but she could make good her escape... No. That wouldn't be fair. She felt an innate kinship for Erebos, after all. He was one of the originals, like her, and she didn't like to meddle with them as she sometimes did with the gods. The few titans that were still around were so much the easy pickings of the gods it didn't do to make it any easier. "I apologise," she said instead, rather formally. Truth be told, she didn't know Erebos well at all. Best to be polite. "I do hope you won't take offence at my dreadful mistake." She remembered once being told he had a temper, but whether or not it was true, she didn't know. Maybe the forgettery would have been better after all...
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Post by Erebos on Aug 16, 2008 5:06:39 GMT -5
Completely absorbed in the dancing shadows, finding them bewitching, almost hypnotic, Erebos didn't notice the Titaness hurrying towards him until it was too late. He was knocked sideways when they collided, only staying upright because his pale hands were clinging to a column.
"Watch where you are going!" He hissed, the shadows around him becoming deeper, darker, and more menacing. However, upon recognising her a little, the darkness seemed to recede a little, but his infinitely black eyes bored into her. One look into those eyes would make anyone remember why children were afraid of the dark.
Straightening up, he paused for a moment to search for a name to match the face before he spoke again. "Mnemosyne, isn't it? I suppose I might forgive this error, if you tell me why you were in such a hurry." Glancing in the direction of where she come from, Erebos thought perhaps that he might have heard the slight rumbling of thunder. If so, it was a sign that somebody wasn't too happy.
Looking back at Mnemosyne, Erebos was coming dangerously close to properly smiling, but had decided to stop at an amused smirk instead. Ironically, he could only really remember that she was the mother of the Muses, but if she could irritate gods, well, she could well prove interesting to talk to.
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 16, 2008 12:02:08 GMT -5
Thankful that there seemed to be no extra wrath coming from this direction, Mnemosyne relaxed a little, peering carefully round a column before snapping back behind it and looking wary. She remained like that for a few moments, until there was a loud crash of thunder, a sizzling noise, then a warm silence. Then, she seemed to sag a little, relaxing and giving a quiet smile. "There, his mardiness has departed. And I was in a hurry because the Great and Beardy One with the big Libido has no sense of humour." She grinned, a wicked little grin of white teeth and red lips. "Just couldn't take a tiny joke... well, it was about something tiny anyway." She laughed, a conversational and quite pleasant laugh, now completely at her ease since the threat of smiting had dissolved. "So... Erebos... what are you doing up here? Don't you have dominions of the Underworld to rule or somesuch?" She held no rancour for those with portions in hell. She too had a stake, since the river of her name flowed its black waters through the black lands. So her comment was not accusatory, simply a question, small talk... something to pass the time. "I'm sure the damned won't flay their own skin off..." It was a joke, as explained by the dancing grin of her eyes and the slight smile on her lips. Her face, unlike the god's before her, wore smiles easily and with natural grace, never being far from true humour, no matter what the situation. To be around her was to feel happier at the state of the world. There was a sudden burst of thunder again, and the smile slipped. "Damn and blast..." she took Erebos' arm by the elbow, hoping he'd forgive the presumption. "I'd love to continue this conversation, but preferably not where I'm likely to be in mortal peril. Come on, I've got to hide." She pulled him along the colonnade, not entirely sure where she was going to flee to, but knowing that fleeing was a good idea right now.
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Post by Erebos on Aug 16, 2008 18:56:03 GMT -5
Erebos' eyebrows raised. That certainly explained matters a little. He couldn't quite understand why Zeus was so pompous and self important. He had been saved from being swallowed by Cronus by luck, and it wasn't even as if he was the eldest of his siblings. Quite the reverse. "I cannot believe that so many mortal women could find him attractive." He muttered, folding his arms.
Now that the sun had almost set, Erebos appeared to have grown several inches and to have become more intimidating. Night, of course, was when he was at his strongest. That, and when he was in the Underworld.
"Yes. I suppose that I do have duties to the dead. But I am fed up of having more than my fair share of workload. Plus, live mortals are so much better to play with than dead souls." A look appeared upon his face at the last comment. An expression of not quite evil, but one that might belong to someone who was prepared to do technically evil things for amusement.
He was greatly surprised, however, as she grasped his elbow and dragged him along behind her. It was all rather undignified. Yanking his arm out of her grip, he, in turn, grabbed her wrist. "I know the best place for you to hide. Just don't struggle." He muttered, pulling her back and sliding his other arm around her shoulders.
Darkness that could be described as gelatinous, quickly flowed up over the pair's robes and skin until it engulfed them completely. As soon as they were encased, there was a strange feeling of both intense heat and cold before the darkness receded and they were faced with the gates of Erebos' domain. A deep, rumbling growl could be heard from above their heads, coming from a huge three-headed dog.
"Down, Cerberus." The words were softly spoken, but instantly the growling ceased. The giant animal had learned to obey two masters over the millennia. "Good boy." Erebos spoke softly again as he led Mnemosyne past the guardian of Hades. "Do come inside. I promise that eating anything in my domain doesn't prevent you from leaving."
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 19, 2008 14:05:43 GMT -5
She smiled easily, pleased, delighted even at the change of surroundings. Zeus wasn't allowed down here, after all. "Believe me, I am free to come and go down here as often as I please, I have a river, after all, so in technicality I am a denizen of these parts as much as you." She grinned. "Not that I visit much, I prefer the air and the darkness of ink to Asphodel and Lethe." But her smile remained. She was unbelievably glad to be out of Zeus' way, and was rather shocked she hadn't thought of this herself. And, on top of that, she'd never visited the palace of Erebos' himself, so her curiosity was most certainly piqued herein. A snoop would definitely be worth her time. But her dignity, such as it was, needed to be preserved. She extricated her wrist from his grip as politely as possible, and shrugged his arm from her shoulders. "Less of the touchy-feely, if you please," she murmured, not sounding too dreadfully offended, "I'd prefer not to be so roughly manhandled in future." She made a show of rearranging her dress where it had become a little crumpled at his touch. "Of course, I'm very grateful, but just a little warning, eh? Ladies prefer the gentle touch." She couldn't help it, it was in her nature, though even she gave a little inward cringe at that one. Her standards really were slipping these days. "So... my kind rescuer... care to lead the way, or am I to stumble around out here until Cerberus gets hungry?"
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Post by Erebos on Aug 22, 2008 11:52:46 GMT -5
Erebos raised an eyebrow at the words which were almost seemed to be verging upon ungrateful. "I do beg your pardon. It has been some time since I have touched someone who could be called a lady." His comment was a rather blatant dig at his wife, whom he never allowed down into his realm. Then, a sly smile graced his lips. "Oh Cerberus wouldn't try to eat you. He finds Titans far too chewy... Follow me." Then he swept towards his palace, the gates eerily creaking open without any visible means of propulsion.
The main house itself certainly commanded the attention of anyone that happened to be passing with a mile of the building. It had at least 4 stories. It seemed to be made out of some granite material with slate tiles on the roof. There was an element of dark, traditional French chateau mixed with a large influence of English medieval castle. The combination produced a beautiful but imposing building which gave off the air that it contained dungeons purely for the owner's pleasure of torturing any souls which took his fancy.
"Welcome to my humble abode." The front door swung silently open just as the gate had done. The large hallway was devoid of life and echoed ominously despite Erebos' footsteps being soft. "Would you care for some refreshment?" He asked and as he spoke, a dead soul came drifting out of one of the room bearing a tray which held two glasses of a rich, dark red wine.
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 28, 2008 17:57:51 GMT -5
She made no comment about the dog again. She'd encountered him enough times in the past to know that, chewy or not, he'd take a bit out of anyone he felt might scream loudly. Best to keep quiet, she felt, else she might not get this chance to look around. She was unimpressed by his trick for opening doors. That was just laziness, she felt. The architecture, however, definitely caught her eye. He'd evidently made changes over the years since the original building, as there were hints and suggestions and blatant obvious parts from history since the Hellenistic age. She didn't mind. She always felt Olympus was poorer for its adherence to tradition. Architecture didn't stop with the birth of Christ, after all. The dungeon aura was... not really her scene, to be truthful, but she couldn't begrudge a god his foibles. Probably better not to say anything anyway. She'd always been a bit uninterested when it came to hurting the damned and she'd rather not take the tour. She took the wine with a quiet "Thank-you" and took a sip. "Hmm..." she murmured, "very nice... very old stuff... top notch... but not my thing, really." She frowned for a moment, looking at the glass. There was a quiet hiss and a swirl of black, which, if one looked closely, one would see were letters swarming from her pale skin and into the liquid. Then the darkness dissipated and what was left was a clear liquid, a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon. "Gin and tonic," she grinned, "not the right glass for it, but ice and a slice and the world tastes nice." She lifted her glass in his direction. "Cheers, and here's to knights in shining armour." She knocked her drink back with a smile of satisfaction, setting the glass back on the tray from whence it came. "So this is the little retreat of the dark god, eh? I must say, it's always a pleasure and a wonder to see the homes of the powerful. It gives me the shivers all down my spine." She gazed around, taking everything in with intrigued expression. "If you feel indulgent to one so nosy as myself, I'd very much love it if you'd show me around," she gave an ingratiating smile and a wink, "since I don't figure I'll get another invite soon and all." She sighed, fiddling with her complicated dress, which had ruffled simply with the action of walking. "But first, I suppose, I must ask, is there anything I can give you in return for my daring rescue? I feel obliged, since His Beardiness will no doubt be mighty peeved with your little show of chivalry. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble on my account, after all." She cracked her finger joints absently, her eyes watching him with a silent and more serious intent than normally graced her features. The smile had almost gone from her lips and her voice, which in itself was unusual. "Anything at all, if it is within my power, and it is yours... anything?" She wondered what a dark god might want. It wasn't as though he was lacking in power or influence for himself, so she hadn't really known what to offer. There was always the old standby for males, but that was just coarse... to offer oneself like that... and it was far better to let him think of something for himself. If it was something she didn't want to give? Well, there were ways of weaseling out of such things. She wasn't only a giver of words... she could twist them when it suited her too.
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Post by Erebos on Aug 29, 2008 12:05:11 GMT -5
Erebos sipped elegantly from his own glass. The wine had actually been grown in the vineyard that was part of his estate, surprising as it may seem, and it was why it was such a dark red. It wasn't very often that he had guests and was just about to offer to go into the sitting room when she hinted at a tour.
"Very well." Placing his glass back upon the tray, he dismissed the soul, which drifted back into one of the rooms and disappeared from sight. "If you would like to follow me, Mnemosyne." Firstly, he led her into the sitting room, the high ceiling arching above them and a fire crackling in the huge fireplace. It was large enough for one of average height to stand inside of it and barely have to bend their head. The only light in the room was given out by the fire, giving a very eery feel to it. The fireplace and the large mirror above it dominated the room, which, otherwise, was modestly, but comfortably furnished.
"I doubt that Zeus would bother taking his anger out on me. I think he might consider me beneath his notice. I have heard him comment on me as 'Hades' secretary'." Leading Mnemosyne back into the hall, Erebos opened the door to the next room. It was smaller than the sitting room, and contained a billiards table. Large portraits hung around the walls, the eyes watching you where ever you stood.
"Hmm. Anything at all?" He pondered, trailing a finger lightly down her arm. "It has been so long since I have had female company." He whispered, almost wistfully, his black eyes looking her up and down, admiring her figure. "However, taking sex as repayment for chivalry, would not be chivalric at all." A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he led her into the largest and most grand room in the house. The ballroom.
"All of the best death parties are held here. There haven't been too many recently though. Souls aren't as lively as they used to be." Erebos didn't bother to laugh at his pun. Instead, he lightly took Mnemosyne's hand and guided her out of the French windows, and into the grounds. Based upon an Elizabethan knot garden, the part closest to the house consisted mainly of dwarf hedges. These then blended out either side into sections filled with herbs and wild flowers. Then, beyond the knot garden, stone steps led down onto a sweeping lawn with mature trees scattered about, and the rows and rows of vines were just visible in the distance. Of course, everything was a darker colour or shade than of that in the mortal realm, but what else could you expect in the Underworld.
"Do you like it? I had Capability Brown do most of the landscaping. He took a little persuading, but I think he did a marvellous job." Raising Mnemosyne's hand, he brushed his lips against it. "Give me your companionship here for a time. It gets so lonely with only dead servants to talk to."
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 29, 2008 17:18:59 GMT -5
She decided not to take offence at his unsolicited touch. In some circumstances, she would have had something to say about that. She had considered that he might ask her to sleep with him, and had been steeling herself to weasel out of such a request, so she was rather glad when he decided against such a thing. It was nice to see some chivalry still around in this world... or Underworld. Not that she found him unattractive or anything, but it wasn't really her thing... to be like that. She just said nothing, following him and making appropriate noises of awe at the right moments. Sure the place was grand and lovely, but it felt... wrong. It was just so empty. Having spent so much time among humans, where almost everything rushed with life, every moment and every second of every day was filled with other people... every space full of noise and activity. Here... all this space... but no one used it. No one filled these halls with life. It was a mausoleum... a dead home. It was a sad thing, she felt. The gardens were a little better, as gardens always were... they breathed a life of their own... but still she got the sense that all this... everything... was maintained for no one but this one man. She suddenly felt very sorry for him, though she barely knew him, that he had all this kingdom, all this domain, and nothing and no one with whom to share it but the dead. It was the reason she spent her time in the world, not in the Underworld... that empty, cold and awful sensation one got when one was down there pressed down too much on her. She wasn't surprised at his request. If he spent his days down here, alone, he must be so dreadfully bored of it all. "Gardens are gardens and all alike to me, I'm afraid," she murmured, smiling at the brush of his lips on her hand. "It's the people in them that make them worthwhile." She glanced at him, trying to look at him properly as she hadn't before. Of course, his body was false, as it was with all gods, but one could determine something from the looks a person chose to wear. She made a decision. "Of course I'll stay, for a while. I can't imagine lost souls have all that much of interest to say." She squeezed his hand gently, then pulled him back into the ballroom with a widening grin. She had an idea how to cheer him up... though he didn't look much like the type for dancing. Oh well, she had to try. One hand was raised as they reached the centre of the dance floor, and from it seemed to flow strange black shapes, writhing gently as they leapt into the air before disappearing. After a moment, music took shape as the shapes vanished, an old waltz she'd once heard in Vienna. She loved to dance. "I hope you know how to waltz," she murmured, smiling softly at him, "it is, after all, the king of dances. And it would be such a shame to waste the music, hm?" She pulled one of his hands down to rest on her side, ready to dance, but before she did so, she was borne by a sudden strange compulsion. Standing on tiptoes, she brushed her lips against his, a swift and silken moment before she blushed gently, looking away. "So... care to dance with me?" she muttered, trying to look as though she'd done nothing odd.
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Post by Erebos on Aug 31, 2008 5:51:09 GMT -5
A smile graced Erebos lips as Mnemosyne agreed to his request. Company and decent conversation would be very welcome, certainly if she decided to take charge for a while. Being the Master of such a large estate, even with as many souls as he liked to tend the gardens, keep the fires lit and keep the place clean, it did surmount to giving a lot of orders. Many souls hated their duties and never did anything under initiative, so Erebos found himself spending half of his time giving orders.
Back in the ballroom, Erebos was surprised by the music. "Waltz?" He repeated, trying to gather the steps from his memory. He had watched many couples waltzing down the years, just before he began to play with them. But the music was beautiful, as was the woman before him, so how could he refuse.
Blinking in surprise, he seemed frozen for a moment. Taking his hand from her waist, he gently touched his fingertips first to his own lips, and then to hers. "May I ask what that was for?" Erebos whispered, resting his hand back upon waist and pulling her a little closer.
The lighting seemed to dim, giving a more intimate feel to the room. The darkness was manipulated in such a way to give the illusion of there being only candles to provide illumination. Then, picking an opportune time in the music, Erebos began to dance, leading Mnemosyne and managing to remember the correct steps.
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 31, 2008 11:34:29 GMT -5
She shrugged, still blushing slightly. "You looked like you needed it," was all she could say, he lips shaping themselves into a gentle smile. His fingers had been strangely cold against her skin. She couldn't really say why she'd done it. She had long been a creature of impulse... doing now what felt right because it would be fun, rather than pondering long and hard on consequences and reasons. That only lead to difficulties, after all. So a fleeting feeling had rushed in, telling her to kiss him, and she had acquiesced. Why shouldn't she obey her whims? It made life so much more interesting. She vaguely wondered if she was attracted to him. She didn't think so, but then, she never could tell. She'd slept with Zeus once, after all... though she thought that might have been more a moment of madness than anything else. It had always been a bit of a blur afterwards. But dancing was dancing, with whomever it might be, so what point was there in probing silly things like feelings? She moved lightly on her feet as they danced, the steps second nature to her. He danced well enough, though she'd known better, so all in all, the day... evening now, she thought... was turning into rather a pleasant one. The music grew faster for a time, and her cheeks grew pink with the laughter she didn't voice and the joyful strain of keeping up. The room was a blur of dimly-lit colours, swirling around them as they wove through other couples that weren't there... ghosts in her memory alone. She saw them all exactly as they'd been, frozen and captured perfectly in her mind, forever. She was Mnemosyne, after all. Then it faded into silence, the song passed, and she sighed, the black shapes writhing back once more into view and sliding, dissolving into her skin. Nothing more than ink in her veins now. A laugh escaped her then, heady and wild. She felt properly awake now, full of life and joy and happiness. Dancing always did this to her. "Did you enjoy it too?" she asked, the words lilting from her lips, caught in the cadences of her laughter. The room echoed back after a few moments, cavernous and empty now the music had faded. She realised she was still standing very close to him, his hand was still on her waist. "Sorry," she murmured, smile still broad on her lips, as she stepped back, slipping herself from his grip. "Forget my own head next," came the addition, trying to fill the gulfing silence of the room. "Too presumptuous me... I never remember that others like to stay back... they have a bigger personal space, I suppose. Forgive me my... forwardness."
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Post by Erebos on Aug 31, 2008 19:20:25 GMT -5
All the patches of shadow and darkness in the room lightened in response to Erebos' feelings. "Yes, I enjoy that very much indeed. It has been aeons since I last danced with such an agreeable partner." His expression had softened from dancing, making him look far less harsh and more attractive.
When she slipped from his grasp and stepped back from him, Erebos actually followed her. Unusual for him, one who the more often inclined to spend his time alone. That was why he spent so much time in this mansion. Very few disturbed his solitude here by arriving uninvited, and very few were invited at all anyway. "Why should I forgive that which I find pleasurable?" A smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Do you realise the weight of the honour that has been bestowed upon you, seeing my home? I do not even allow my wife to venture here. It is my own, private, paradise."
Lightly brushing a hair away from Mnemosyne's face, Erebos slowly leaned forward, as if to kiss her, when a soul wandered in and spoke. 'Dinner is served, Master.' It mumbled reverently, before bowing and shuffling backwards out of the door. Shooting a deadly glare at the retreating soul, Erebos straightened up, clearing his throat. "Would you care for something to eat?" He offered, trying not to sound too put out.
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Post by Mnemosyne on Aug 31, 2008 20:07:48 GMT -5
Maybe it was the strangeness of it all, the stillness down here in the Underworld... the emptiness of the hall and the hush of a room with only two people within. Maybe it was the rush from the dancing, the pounding beat of her heart full of adrenaline and hormones. Maybe it was lack of food making her lightheaded. Whatever it was, the presence of him standing so close to her, his touch on her face as he moved her hair, so close as though he meant to kiss her... it was exhilarating... enticing. She almost cursed when the servant spoke and Erebos pulled away. But that would have been both unladylike and rude, so she held her tongue. "That would be wonderful," she replied instead, smiling serenely. "But wait a moment." She grinned, twirling in the middle of the room, her orange and red skirts swirling round her pale legs. "I'm not dressed for dinner, just a moment." She clicked her fingers, and a strange blackness welled up from her palms. It spread down her arms, down her torso and her legs, changing as it moved. Orange and cotton became blue and velvet, embroidery and lace and proper dress for evenings. Within a few moments, she wore an old-fashioned gown that seemed to suck in the light from all around and made her skin seem strangely white by comparison. She hadn't changed her body, she liked the one she wore at the moment. "Better... wouldn't do to go to dinner improperly dressed." She moved forward, offering her arm to him as she had done so many times at formal dinners passed. Admittedly, however, the necklines then hadn't been quite so... revealing. "Lead on, good sir, lead on... I can't wait to marvel at your conversational skills."
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Post by Erebos on Sept 1, 2008 4:52:51 GMT -5
Making a mental note to flay that soul until it screamed for mercy, Erebos attention was diverted to Mnemosyne's new attire. He couldn't help but cast his black eyes over her figure. The dress in itself was beautiful, but it also seemed to subtly accentuate certain curves, or perhaps he was simply looking too hard. "With such a radiant beauty sitting opposite me, I do think that my conversational skills may stay unrevealed. Very few men would be able to keep their thoughts upon the meal at all, let alone their words, if they were dining with you, Mnemosyne."
Erebos had only shed his cloak, but the faint pinpricks of starlight woven into his midnight robes glinted more brightly than before. Taking her arm, and trying fervently not to remain preoccupied with her appearance, Erebos led Mnemosyne back into the hall and then into the dining room.
This room was very long, but also rather thin. Occupying it, was a vast, dark mahogany table, it's ends disappearing into the darkness. Like this sitting room, a huge fireplace with roaring fire dominated the wall opposite the door, providing the room's only source of light. A very tall, wing backed chair was in the place opposite the fire, but not surprisingly, no other chairs.
Erebos narrowed his eyes and the ends of the table appeared to be drawing closer together until it was only five feet long. Then, releasing Mnemosyne's arm, he crafted an elegant chair for her out of the darkness, which he placed at one end of the table. His wing backed chair had somehow also moved to the other end. In a gentlemanly fashion, he held out the chair for her to sit. Then, when she was seated, what seemed like dozens of souls began to drift in, setting the places and bringing a huge variety of different foods from the world over, the dishes also, were specialties from different eras. "Do help yourself." Erebos told her, opening out a black napkin.
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