Theme: 011 - Red
Words: 173
Character: Deathmask
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
011 - Red
“Aren’t you too quiet tonight?”
The smirk appears again, as if to haunt them even longer.
“Come on, drink up! This is the best wine you can find on this side of the world,” he offers with his hand extended, but none accepts. With a shrug, he drinks from the bottle. Part of the beverage runs outside of his lips, down his neck, until it stains his clothes.
When he finishes, he throws the bottle away, its fall cushioned by the soft floor. From the bodies piled up flows a stream, down the stairs of the temple, forming a puddle of red outside. With his head tilted to the side, Deathmask watches the scene, the drops falling from his hands becoming one with the river.
He can’t wait until morning comes and the servants come to his temple. It’s almost as much fun watching them struggle with their disgust as it is to see new masks appear on the walls of his home.
He just hopes that, this time, they accept his wine.