Today was Aspros’ birthday, right? She didn’t like the man and she was already thinking about how to ruin his birthday. When Aspros entered his room, he was going to find his room in ruins. If he wanted to eat any grapes that he loved so much, every grape he eats was going to be very sour to the point it was inedible. If he tried any wine, they were going to taste like blood. No matter what Aspros did, it was going to be a inconvenience after another inconvenience.
♕┊ Aspros had returned to his room for the day, after spending a good portion of it having a battle of wits against the First Judge of the Underworld. He was exhausted and cranky, having spent so much of his precious time wasted by such a loser.
When he walked into his room, he rolled his eyes at the mess. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another...!
He was so frustrated at the day, he didn’t bother to eat grapes. No, he went straight to pouring himself a bit of wine--only to flinch away from the glass as soon as his tongue touched the contents. It tasted like blood... He didn’t know he turned into a fucking vampire.
♕┊ “Now, why in the bloody hell would someone be so ugly?” he groaned. Then, as if the words sparked the flame of rage he had been putting a lid on for the entire day, the Phantom threw the glass cup against the wall, not really giving a damn about it’s shards splintering off everywhere around the room.
Well, if someone’s going to trash his place, then he might as well join in.
Pots, wood, stone, and anything else that could be broken was shattered by his hands as he unleashed his rage on various objects in his room. After he got a considerable amount of violence out of his system, he left his chambers to fetch an underworld maid to clean up his demolished room.
It entirely escaped the Specter’s mind that today was his birthday.