“You look much better, my dear,” Hades said approvingly. His hands were clasped together on the dining table. It seemed that a lot of their interactions were done during meals.
At that point, Melinoe had already forfeited three years of her life. She had bargained for a year for every day, as long as she portioned her food. The demon simply nodded in amusement at each of her requests. So, she was not entirely sure what she was getting herself into.
But the thing was, once you started eating, you could not stop. Hell’s master had made sure that all the food she needed was there. Needed? Nay. Craved. The smells were incredibly enticing, heightened in the small space she navigated in the otherwise vast underworld.
“So, can I start training, father?” Melinoe asked her mouth still full. Sh
