Saga:-Journey to the sunrise
Arc 2:- INDESCRIBABLE STEPS
Chapter->24
-->A very simple day
Scyures saw the symbol of 'Libra', one of the twelve zodiac signs. However he wasn't much into zodiac signs so he proceeded to knock the door.
Knock. Knock.
He retracted his hand and calmly waited and tried to hear footsteps.
Tap. Tap.
The sound of footsteps became audible as the door smoothly opened and a pair of burgundee eyes peeked out with thick eyebrows and flimsy eyelashes of the same shade.
"How may I be help of you?" She carefully looked and asked, the girl peeking out of the door with just her head visible had baby fat on her cheeks that made her little adorable.
Scyures flustered a but didn't show it and proceeded to speak with cool.
"Erm..I'm actually lost."
Lost? Yeah, I don't know the directions and all so I guess I'll take help from them. Morever, her way of talking feels a little off..
So does mine.
"Lost?...let's talk inside. My grandfather might be able to help you."
Her lips had a light red shade with a little bobbed out shape which complimented her beauty.
"Who's there ....?" An heavy and old voice came from inside. The name was said along with the question by the old man who's probably her grandfather...I couldn't hear it.
She retracted her face and said something to her grandfather then opened the door. It was a beautiful interior with crimson wood furniture, a dining table in the centre, and the kitchen was just visible from the door as the dining table was occupied by four people:-A middle aged man, A women around her late 20's, A teen kid and An old man with visible wrinkles All-smiling shrunken eyes and a thick silver beard with no hair on top.
The dining table had a beautiful table cloth with black and white designs similar to a pegasus. In the middle was a white shining flower pot with roses inside and leaves crowding it's opening.
The person seemed to be her father was wearing an brown t-shirt wih trousers. The women who must be her mother was wearing a gown similar to a night gown one but with more coverage. The teenage boy was wearing a brown cotton shirt with leggings matching them.
The Grandpa was wearing an double-breasted luxurious coat in contrast to a white turtle neck underneath and a pair of golden glasses with a pipe in his mouth. A painter's hat on his head and a golden chain trailing down from his glasses's frame to his breast pocket. A golden pocket watch in his fist was hanging there.
Scyures walked inside as everyone stood up except Grandpa and put there hands on their chest and bowed as a gesture of welcome. Scyures mirrored them in a hurry.
"Don'tcha be nervous, make this your home lad!" The Gramps spoke with smoke coming going out from both the edges of his lips looking like a dragon.
"Y‐yes." Scyures replied as he casully walked in there and sat down on the seat in front of him while the girl closed the door and hopped happily to the exact opposite side of the table seemingly on the chair of honour and sat there.
"Let us introduce oursleves." Her father-looking person spoke while Scyures's eyes were locked on his chocolate like small but sharp beard and reducing hairline.
"Y‐yes!" Scyures replied again clenching his fist to blurt out confidence.
What kind of situation is this? It's like the NPC's skipped the suspision trial and just proceeded with the plot.
"I'm Cyle...Cyle Lair." The girl on the honour seat—the one who opened the door for me spoke.
"I'm Ceulus Lair Fredz, her father."
"I'm Lemosa Fredz Lair, her mother."
"I'm klynt Lair, her little brother." He spoke while standing and bowing wit all the manners every parents desired but none got.
"Oh my! I've told you many times my Klynt don't be so formal!" His mother Miss Lemosa spoke. You don't know Miss Lemosa what's the situation is on earth.
"I'm Scyures...SCYURES ARTHUVUSTRA KLEJOLE." Scyures spoke a little loud in fear of being seen as slow. While everyone looked at him with curiosity with their Crimson pupils.
"What a nice name lad!" The Gramps spoke as he lifted up his arm which had the golden-pocket watch tied with to a golden chain revealing his golden rings in all five fingers.
"You can call me...THE MOTH." I could feel his aura from chairs apart.
"M‐moth?" Scyures asked in confusion and a little hinderace.
"Dad, how many times I've told you at least be a little normal with the guests." Mr. Lair spoke as he jerked his chin towards Cyle.
"Heh heh, I like this lad. Also are you scheming with Cyle behind my back?"
As the Grandpa looked behind and Cyle was standing there with a turkey plush as she started slamming it on her Grandpa's back while everyone was calm excluding Scyures.
The atmosphere was calmed down as all of them sat down.
Ba-dump! Scyures put his hand on his chest, closed his eyes and took a breath and opened his eyes.
Slither!...
The warm tone was replace with blue.. eeire, silence. Everyone on the table disappeared except the Grandpa whose body was nothing but a corpse. His eye socets were eye less with rough scratched marks, his face was plumped with mucus like substance and there were moths, maggots rumming over his body as the table-cloth on the table was missing. The table was scratched from every corner and the pot in the centre was broken with withered flower and water leaking out dripping down fron the edges of the centre.
Scyures's body froze in the moment as he could hear slippry, slimy, slithering noises. From every corner, underneath the windows, the kitchen sink, the upper floor, the door he came in from, the dark lightless rooms around.
Grey-ish blob like smooth tentacles with no excess liquid were crawling near them with a smooth tip and a transparent coating.
From all directions they were closing in slowly and slowly...
Ba-dump.
Scyures was feeling nausia as he blinked syncing with his heartbeat.
"What's wrong?" Klynt asked, Scyures opened his eyes and saw them again. Grandpa moth was still being beaten by Cyle as he was laughing. The mother and father were bringing some food to the table as Klynt stood up and placed his hand on Scyures's shoulder.
"Don't worry! We treat our guests like angels." His smile put Scyures at ease for a second.
What was that? What was that I saw?...
As he calmed down the food was being served. The aroma filled the room with warm qualities. The plates were pure white crystallic, flower patterned. Glass water-cups as the food was in the sight.
Sun-kissed wheat sticks with thick creamy Gold-horn tomato soup garnished with foul-bread's cream. Milk-jelly with honey and sweet flakes.
Garlic rice with golden broth that was speaking in words of steam and flavours shining bright in Scyures's eyes as his platinum hair waved.
This looks cozy and delecious. He commented inwardly as he picked up the spoon and tasted the broth. The thick and rich flavours of flowered-onion and garlic grass with hernic fat peas was pleasing his apetite. He licked his lips and closed his eyes taking the flavours of aroma in.
Ba-dump!
He opened his eyes...the slithering grayish smooth tentacles had reached his seat and were slowly wraping around other chairs as well from beneath. In the plates and bowls were blood and puss with maggots and eyeballs reeking a poisonous stench. The Grandpa's body was nearly devoured by the insects as the slithering tentacle slowly climbed up Scyures's body slithering behind his head.
This is bad...this is really bad.