Chapter 20: Companion
Charon’s eyes widened before he squinted, noticing the features and remembering who they belonged to.
"Emerius?"
His roommate frowned, looking down at the blood dripping off his robes with disgust, but it felt different to Charon. Not that Emerius couldn’t stand the blood itself, but only the fact that it dirtied his clothes.
"Where are we?"
Charon glanced from the swords to the corpses, noticing how savage the cuts were. Guts and organs were scattered about. One of the dogs was evenly bisected down the middle.
"The River Acheron, it’s a realm for undead souls."
Emerius casually nodded, flinging his swords to get them a little cleaner.
"I remember you mentioning it before."
The man approached, his blades still unsheathed and held threateningly.
"So why don’t you do me a favor and explain what the hell is going on?"
Gone was the usual smile Emerius had; in its place was a firmness Charon had never seen before. The look in his eyes was not kindness, but purpose.
Emerius was willing to kill Charon if he thought he was an enemy.