Hades raised his eyebrows, sat back with his wine, and waved his hand over the feast to disperse it. He made a motion with his hand like he was trying to make a wine glass sing, then clenched his fist.

A sleepy wisent appeared on the table. Hades flicked his wrist sending a bolt of dark energy through the back of its head. As it fell limp, Hades flicked his fingers, causing the skin to split and fly off. He rotated the beast, and as he drew lines in the air, the thing began to fall apart. The blood pooled off the table and onto the floor. Hades continued to manipulate the thing, flaying and separating it. By the time he was done, the thing was pulled apart in a macabre spread. The flesh was cut into in criss crossing strokes that one may pluck it apart like a pineapple.

“Enjoy, dearest,” he said even as he was dematerializing the less savory parts of the animal.