𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 -𝐄𝐧𝐝

                     With my fingers tapping on the arm throne, my gaze focused on the tank on the corner placing a smile on my face, it's a gift of a good friend of mine! Suddenly, I got interrupted when a man came in, making my eyes sparkle, "Hiro!" I gasped as I rose from my throne. A large smile plastered on his lips as he extended his hand, "What are you doing here?" I smiled as I made my way to him, fast-paced yet elegant. He lets out a soft chuckle, "Can't I visit my sister?" he asked as he pulled me a warm embrace but hissed instantly by the time his skin landed on mine, "You're hot" he gasped making me chuckle, "Of Course I am–" he chuckled in response, massaging his temple as he looked already stressed from me. "I mean literally" he explained, making me nodded, "Hell's king gifted it to me tho" I pouted– call me childish but he's my older brother, so. He hummed in response as he patted my head lightly, "It's a great gift".

For a moment his eyes landed on the tank, his raised furrowed as he glanced at me with that questioning look. I just played an innocent act as I looked away, darting my gaze on the tank. He let out a soft sigh as he made his way on the tank; it's made of glass that's visible from inside. My gaze trailed to the tank as I admired what's inside of it, hand on it as I tilted my head on it, "You..did this?" Hiro asked without even looking at me, hum in response I glanced at him with a smile, "He looks pretty, right?" I asked as I felt fascination from the sight all over me.

"You're such a great display, Eros" I whispered as the gleam in my eyes shone from the sight. Inside the tank is Eros' preserved body, the absence of his hair is seen from here, while his skin is pale as the light from the top of the tank. His eyes immediately opened as he starts screaming, I can see his pain and anger through his eyes sending me pleasure, "Pretty" I whispered as I continued watching him from my position, looking up at him, "Shh, don't struggle" I whispered, tapping on the glass as mischievous smile displayed on my lips.

Did you know what's the perk of being dead? It is, you will never be able to be alive and be killed either as you have no soul to burn and waste. 

Turns out men is just men. I still wonder if he really fell for me or it's just all part of his stupid plans because of how my parents tormented his kind- well I guess it's in their blood being a betrayer though. He should've been burning in hell along with those nobles and peasants who betrayed me and the source of my suffering. Another thing is, he also the one who persuade those jerks to burn my family and ruin my entire life. What a fate. 

With him being a display as my furniture isn't bad anyways, his pretty form can make my living room more pleasant and also, it's for him to suffer too.