"Only the best," he said, deciding to drop off the for my family part. No need to kick up any dirt here.
"Come see," Hades said with a coy grin, as he gently bounced Azeyma in his arms. He walked them through the kitchen, turning right at the windows to go down a corridor made of arched glass. As the sun was hitting it just right, it left a tasteful kaleidoscope of color on the floor.
He opened the first door on the right, and let it gently fall open to reveal a room that was the interesting combination of a nursery and a playroom more suited for a cat. The crib was a mass of squashy pillows covering a pillowy bed underneath a mobile of the star systems. In the center of it all was a cat tree of sorts, though it reached the ceiling and spread out all around, and it actually looked like a stylized tree.
There were toys, dolls, letter blocks.... The left wall had childrens' books and a small desk with simple creation matrices on it. The center wall was a frame left blank, though as Hades snapped his fingers, their images wrote themselves upon it. The ceiling was domed with the same sort of glass, though all a blue hue in mimicry of the sky.
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"Come see," Hades said with a coy grin, as he gently bounced Azeyma in his arms. He walked them through the kitchen, turning right at the windows to go down a corridor made of arched glass. As the sun was hitting it just right, it left a tasteful kaleidoscope of color on the floor.
He opened the first door on the right, and let it gently fall open to reveal a room that was the interesting combination of a nursery and a playroom more suited for a cat. The crib was a mass of squashy pillows covering a pillowy bed underneath a mobile of the star systems. In the center of it all was a cat tree of sorts, though it reached the ceiling and spread out all around, and it actually looked like a stylized tree.
There were toys, dolls, letter blocks.... The left wall had childrens' books and a small desk with simple creation matrices on it. The center wall was a frame left blank, though as Hades snapped his fingers, their images wrote themselves upon it. The ceiling was domed with the same sort of glass, though all a blue hue in mimicry of the sky.
"What do you think?"