Happy Thanksgiving!
Adam's head was going to explode. Just because there was a Top Five system to the Lords of Terror does not mean
they could all come together like they were family.
"Now now brother, haven't you ever heard of Armistice Day?" Shay asked, smirking from the far end of the banquet table. They were sitting at opposite heads of the table, to have the maximum amount of people Adam would need to climb over to splatter his elder's brains on the wall.
"THAT'S NOT THE SAME FUCKING HOLIDAY." Adam raged from his side, before slamming his head in the table. Ava was at his side, making sure he didn't accidently kill himself.
"Is this really necessary, hon?" Ava asked, setting up the various condiments that Adam's attack on the table toppled over.
Adam just sat up, wild-eyed.
"He-You...What?!" Adam sputtered, unable to articulate the RAEG.
Was everyone just trolling him?
"Oh come on now, can't family come and talk over a nice dinner once in a while?" Shay asked, clearing out an ear.
Adam surged to his feet,
"FIRST, GO FUCK YOURSELF. SECOND," He threw his arms wide,
"THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT MY FUCKING FAMILY, AND NEITHER ARE THEY YOURS!" Adam screamed.
Seated to Adam's right were Ava Pyrre, Daniel, another mouse-y woman with raven hair, and...Corpse, at Shay's left. Not even a zombie, Shay literally took a corpse from outside and set it on a chair. Not that present company was adverse to it, but it didn't improve Adam's disposition. From Shay's right
Assistant was seated, followed by the portly Lord Techron in all his blue-TRON-like stature, followed by Lord Oculus in his all-encompassing trenchcoat sitting silently, before finally ending with Levi and Aria Crowley who was seated to Adam's left.
"Language. There are children here." Shay said, wagging a disapproving finger at his brother.
"You are going to die slowly, and painfully." Adam promised.
"Didn't you say the same thing, as your family lay dying at my Master's feet?" Assistant innocently inquired, before dodging a lightning-speed butter knife.
"You're next." Adam threatened, as he was popped on the nose by Ava.
"Now you, settle down. While I'm setting the food up, you will keep your temper, okay?"
*Grumble Grumble*
"Good~!" Ava says, kissing him on the cheek while departing from the table.
"Whi-pish! Whi-pish!" The mousy-looking woman down the table smirked as she made whipping motions.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN HERE? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Adam was this close to pulling all of his hair out from this insanity.
"Me? I'm Bailey! I'm Lord Void's stand-in for today's gathering~" She replied, cheerfully. Similarities to Ava were immediately obvious.
""
"Well obvioussssllyyyy Void couldn't show up in person~! It'd break character!" Bailey cheerfully exclaimed.
Adam swung an accusing hand over to Trenchcoat, "Oculus is here without his horde! That's not a thing, ether!"
"Yeah, but you know what Oculus looks like~! Void is still a plot point!" She retorted.
"...Whatever."
"Ohhoho, seems like quite the lovely party you've assorted, Terror!" Lord Techron exclaimed from the diaphragm.
"Shut. Up. Techron. I swear to god if you show up at Christmas again..." Adam warned, exasperated.
"Ohhoho, but Terror! We have a little one to...entertain." Techron boomed, trying to subtly indicate Aria.
Adam didn't notice, as he was mid-faceroll.
"Ah, I'm back!" Ava called out, followed by Zombie-butlers carrying various dishes.
As the food was (grudgingly) passed around, Shay stood up suddenly, "Now wait just a moment...!"
"..."
"...What?"
"We need to say grace!"
As Adam's face hit the table, you could hear a muffled, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Suddenly, Aria stands up. "God Bless us, everyone!" She says with childlike glee.
Shay grins a toothy grin,
"God save the Queen!"
"God, please kill me."
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Happy Thanksgiving. Even if you don't celebrate it, take time out of your day to talk to a family member. You only get a few of them.