Page 273 of The Cruelest Undead

Yeah, he wasn’t aware of what that was like. Morgana was in his dungeon in pieces where she belonged for trying to kill Jolie and their children.

“I have to pop in. You can wander, but there are rules. Don’t open any doors. If you do, bad things will get out. Do you understand?”

They nodded.

He made a table of food appear. Coffee too.

“We can’t eat that,” John admitted. “They told us it will kill us.”

He reassured them.

“You can here. It’s not real. It’s part of the realm. Have something to eat, maybe watch a game, and relax,” he said, making a TV appear. “You’ve missed years of baseball.”

Before he could pop out, she grabbed his hand.

“Please make sure he’s safe. He’s my only child. Don’t let him get hurt.”

Jacques smiled at her.

“You can bet on it.”

And with that, he was gone.

As they sat down at the table, there were so many delicious things there.

Of course, Bob started eating.

The whole time, his wife shook her head.

“What?” he asked.

Barb sighed.

“You’ve never heard of the story of Persephone and Hell, have you?” she asked.

He stared at her.

“What are you talking about?”

Barb gave up.

She poured herself some tea, and sat beside her husband. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it was enough for John to eat a whole pie.

“You’re going to make yourself sick.”

He laughed.

“I’m not even full, and you heard him. It’s not real. Come on, have a bite.”

“Pass, Adam. Eve knows better. I’d like to see our son one day.”

John shrugged and had some food fun. They were still sitting in that room when she heard it.

“Does that sound like crying to you?” she asked, as there was a faint sound coming from outside the door.

“Yes.”

Barb was up, and she moved toward the door to put her ear to it.

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