![]() ![]() Sisyphus withered a little, then slowly lowered himself to set the plate on the floor. With his sharp, inhumanly golden eyes and inky black robes, He resembled nothing so much as an enormous wounded bird crumpled in the corner of the room. Thanatos only fixed his most venomous glare on him. “Lord Thanatos, would you… care for some food and drink?” Sisyphus peered through the entrance, holding a platter with bread and a pitcher of wine. He had barely stirred for days, lying so still he seemed to be asleep, but he had been awake every moment, ever-vigilant of his surroundings. Thanatos opened his eyes as door of the throne room creaked open.
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