Hades Black was a really good chef.
When I walked inside the kitchen, the aroma of the food he had cooked filled my nostrils. And he was standing against the kitchen slab. His chest faced me as he was staring right at my face, smiling impishly. And relief washed my body when I saw him smiling mischievously at me, rather than smiling evilly at me. At least he wasn't smiling at me with the intention of hurting me.
I know he didn't save me from my fall in the bathroom. But this was different.
"Are you feeling hungry now, at least, Lazarus?" He asked me and I blinked at his question, shaking my head softly.
He really thought I would have any appetite left for me after he was staring at me like he would swallow me entire in his eyes? He really thought my belly would be able to accommoda
