Viktor pauses. His hand gripping tighter onto his cane. Watching the way you looked oh so perfect sitting off in the greenhouse he kept right by his lab just for you. What were you doing even being friends with him. He was the God of the Dead, the King of the Underworld. He didn’t deserve to be seen by you, more so be friends with you. The you which was the very embodiment of Spring. You were new beginnings, life, blessings of a new year, all these positive notions that humans seemed to love. He was the drab and dreary reminder that all good things came to an end. Abhorred by the same humans. Yet here you were, talking to him, enjoying his company…bringing that same life he has come to love into this little corner of the underworld.

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Viktor calls out to you as he walks over to your side. Looking down at the flowers blooming at your feet.