The Lay To Steal Back Hades Prisoner
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Alexander glanced to the temple door. He sniffed the air and smelt the scent of blood. The servants had been burning incense all afternoon, and still he could smell it - rich, metallic, substance which tainted the world with scent that was full bodied sour, and sick, all the way through. He knew the scent well. He had spent his youth growing up with it surrounding his person. He felt tainted with its substance. He felt as though he had drunk down life and left it to rot. He felt sick.
Alexander drunk down a cup of wine. It felt good as it hit his stomach, however he knew he would become drunk soon if he drank any more. He was not the silly drunk like some of his fighters were - he rested when he felt too heavy to move; it made him sleep well.
“I am the golden boy for the Golden age;” muttered Alexander as he glared at the wall and saw his shadow on its painted surface.
Alexander smiled at his shadow, and saluted. However the shadow of a creeping servant caught his eye, and soon he threw away his wine cup in order to be able to grab the servant, toss them onto the bed, and push a curved knife under their throat.
The servant gasped as she hit the bed, and she glared at Alexander with fire and water inside of her eyes. Alexander almost wanted to cut her throat regardless - however something inside of his body softened as he felt her lightweight breath flow over his jaw. He could smell it, and he didn't mind the scent. It smelt of lavender and rosemary, and he knew she had been drinking tonic for health.