Tai the Demon Bester pt 2

Like a thing without a heart he hung the dead in place of art.

A long the walls of crimson red, satin like a woman's bed, rows with heads of men of virtue, statued and their eyes avert you.

"Tell me traveler and only

one time, are you he who comes to confine?"

Upon his head, a crown of bone.

Bones and bones and fire and thrones.

I am Tai and I'm alone.

"You may call me death or master if you've time before the laughter that incurs not shortly after your eyes stray the next alone."