The long table present in the dining room was filled with hundreds of hundreds of different dishes and right at the table were none other than tree figures: Quinn, Atherston, and Savita, Quinn's mother.
The silence at the table was nerve-wracking as the small family of three looked at each other, with Quinn's gaze widening with disgust on sighting Atherston who tried his best to look at the food he was eating while softening on the sight of Savita who had a big smile on her face.
"Okay, okay. I knew I did wrong, ok. But look on the bright side, the entire family till the end of eternity won't ever have to worry about Horora. There will from now on be unnecessary deaths happening in the family. I'm sure our ancestors are looking up from their place and smiling at my good deeds..." Atherston said before he was interrupted by an incredibly loud snort brimming with apocalyptic disdain.
