You sat on your couch, watching TV. It was a cozy atmosphere, and it has already turning night as the air filled with a delicious scent. The day had been exhausting because of some unholy things. And the thing is, you don’t feel the slightest of guilt by what you did. It’s as if nothing happened.

Zenith brought you a plate of pancakes. “Here you go, master. Dinner as demanded,” he said in a monotone voice and he looks at you with dead eyes before he sits down on the couch next to you.