Tarous, стр. 65
He looked me in the eye and held my gaze for an uncomfortably long time. His eyes were without any spark of life. As the God of Death, trust me when I say he had a dead eyed stare. He didn’t blink. He just stared right into my eyes, and it was more than a little creepy.
Then he also smiled. Not in a ‘hi, how are you doing?’ way, but in a way that showed he could make the muscles in his face move in what resembled a smile, but he had no understanding of the emotion behind it. Creepy as hell.
“Hello,” I said, “How can I help you today?”
With his creepy emotionless eyes and fake smile, he had the face of a killer, I thought to myself.
“I would like a pulled pork sandwich.”
At Zan’s we had no menu. Whatever food you wanted and whatever drink you wanted, he could make it and it would be the best dish you’d ever had. You could even order a plain ham sandwich and it would be so delicious it would make a grown man cry.
Zan made the food and I brought it out to Captain Smiley Face. No way in hell was I going to call him that to his face though. I placed the food on the counter and he picked it up. He was still creeping me out. I just knew he had killed more than a few people while wearing that same creepy smile on his face.
He turned and walked away, then sat down at the nearest table facing me. His eyes never left me for a moment. He continued to smile as he ate. That guy was not normal. Even for a god who was working at a restaurant in the City of the Gods, I knew what weird was and that guy was on an entirely different level above weird. A shiver went down my spine and I had to keep reminding myself that I was the God of Death, and other gods couldn’t hurt me here in the city.
As he continued to watch me, he pulled out a long knife. It was the kind of knife people used for filleting fish, and he used it to cut up his food into even smaller pieces. Not even for one second did he take his eyes off of me. He finished his meal and walked towards me. Reaching into his pocket he removed a gold coin and he placed it on the counter.
“The food was delicious. This is a special gift just for you.” His creepy smile grew even larger.
I hesitantly picked up the coin. It had a picture of a blade on both sides.
“This isn’t any normal coin, my friend. It has a little bit of my power in it.”
With those words he swirled around and marched out of the restaurant. That guy gave off a vibe of pure craziness.
I took the coin and placed it in my pocket. It was a gold coin, after all.
So many gods came and went at the restaurant, some of whom had unimaginable power. When I had first arrived I had considered going back and hiding out in the monster world instead.
I actually missed it there, especially now that I was strong enough to hold my own. At one point Edward had even told me that some of the female monsters had found me rather attractive. Although later he revealed that it was the female goblins that had found me attractive. I wasn’t sure how to take that.
He had told me that they liked my face. I had to wonder what was so wrong with my face to make female goblins become attracted to me. Am I… Dare I say it… Ugly?
I went to the bathroom and looked closely at my face. Well… At least Nyxra loved me. Or hopefully she still did. If I could ever get back to her and explain what happened before she turned me into a salamander, she might still love me.
It had gotten dark and I was busy wiping down tables when I felt a powerful presence approaching the restaurant. Gods never sleep, but we did have night and day here. The sun and the moon in the sky were fake, created by the ancient gods, but they looked real.
The approaching presence somehow felt familiar. It was the power of a god, but this one was unnaturally strong. Being surrounded by gods all the time, I had developed the skill to sense them and their power. It was an extremely common ability here.
As a god in white robes walked closer to the restaurant my jaw dropped.
“Cronus!” I yelled. The power swirling around him was overwhelming. He had only been a god when I last met him, but now he was an Elder God. From the feel of his power, an incredibly powerful Elder God.
The glass doors of the shop exploded, glass flying everywhere, and then it all stopped. The glass froze in mid-air. Cronus walked through where the doors once had been and then the explosion reversed. The broken glass reversed its path and the glass doors reformed themselves.
“Showoff.” Zan commented with a friendly wave from the kitchen door he was leaning against.
“How? What?” I was so lost. Cronus shouldn’t be so strong, but power radiated from him. He was far stronger than me and pretty much all of the other gods I had sensed over the past few weeks.
“I have some bad news. My friend, the God of Space, died. We were ambushed by some of Hephaestus’s faction and he sustained horrendous injuries. I thought I was also going to die. As Space passed away, he gifted me his powers.”
I listened intently, hanging on his every