Sunday.
The simple human Arthur had found some comfort in Skye Monty. He was human, like him, after all. He could understand the embarrassment he felt when he found himself surrounded by so many gods. It had all happened so quickly; overnight he found himself on board a ship of which he did not know many things. They only knew these gods by name and prayed to them on days in their honor. Although he had prayed at times in his life, he never had a pious person. Now he was in a mansion that exuded wealth and sophistication, surrounded by gods and vampires. Vampires...If he had been told a week ago that vampires existed, he would have laughed. But now the redhead couldn't laugh as he saw whoever was stealing his heart drink a glass of blood.
"Something is bothering you, Arthur," said the older Monty suddenly, sitting at the end of the table facing his brother.
