Let’s just ignore the fact that even I have no idea what I’m writing.
Soon after we returned from the store the Bats had helped me decorating my room.
With black walls and a greenish interior it reminded me much of my home in the Underworld. Most people would presume the black was for darkness and the green stood for souls, but in fact, it was nothing like that.
The black in my interior stood was simply the colour of charcoal, the colour of the coal that the flames made of my mother. Even after everything she did for me, her death at the hands- or lightning bolts of Zeus still took a toll on me. She was my mother after all.
The green stood for rebirth, the choice my sister made after her death. I remember being heartbroken when I got the message that Bianca chose to leave me, even after she already left me. It was then I knew I never got to speak to her again, even after my very own death. Still I wished her the best of chances to enter the Isles of the Blest.
Crack!
I heard a loud noice, which remembered me of the wine glasses my mother used to throw at my head.
Loud laughing escaped from the windows as I saw the lights of my room flicker until off. I could see a rock with a bloody paper stuck to it.
I took the paper off and read the message.
– Nicoló di Angelo –
Born 17th August 1932 in Venice, Italy.
Son of Maria di Angelo (and Hades)
This reminds me of a joke! A boy walks into a graveyard, says, ‘I’m just dying to see my dad!’ The shadows start laughing, the tombstones crack up-guess who’s coming to dinner? Spoiler alert: it’s not the boy! Hahahahaahaah!
I was shocked upon finding out someone had already figured out about my existence, in my head, I went through a list of possible people who would want to do this to me, but I couldn’t find anyone alive with a lasting grudge against me.
Thud!
I felt my head become heavy, but my body become weightless simultaneously. My vision gained black spot and it started blurring. I could feel myself being pulled away from my bed.
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