Immortal's Mansion

Since I'm not clever with titles, it basically is the elaborate home where my Gods and Goddesses reside.
Have a nice day

Oliver raced with all his speed, touching the handle of the large ancient door first.
"Ha! I beat you!" He gloated

"Yeah well..." Artisan panted as he caught up, "Shut up.." Artisan absolutely hated losing, especially when he was completely outmatched.

Oliver giggled as he flew over to Artisan, helping him to the door.
"We haven't had visitors in a long time." He wiped blood from his lower lip from feasting on the slayers
"Sorry"

"Don't worry about it..." He at last managed to catch his breath.

Oliver opener the large set if double doors, surprised to see no one in the grand entrance
"Huh...usually James is always in here."

"Wow, you got a pretty kickass place here..."

"Heh, thanks!" He flew around the whole center room
"Our seperate rooms branch off down these hallways." He pointed down several long halls
"Yeah there's quite a lot of us, netting Leon and Elijah and me is...is say roughly 15% of us."

"So hey, this may be a stupid question but... do you guys have jobs or... how do you get all this dough?"

Oliver gestures to the enormity of the mansion
"This? It was inherited. SOME of the artifacts were stolen but for good reason!" He floated to the ground again
"The construction for this place began in the mid 1809's under our fathers supervision."

"What reasons were they?" Artisan didn't have all that many objections with minor laws like theft, after all one of his best friends was a thief.

"Most of them were already IN the wrong hands. Others we wanted to find and keep safe before others who didn't know squat about them did."

"Good call it seems..." He went over to one of the artifacts and picked it up like a curious child, "What's this one do?"

"PUTITDOWN!" Oliver rushed over, snatching it from his hands
"Few, had you dropped that it would've released some of the most deadly spirits plaguing humanity. It's Pandora's box."

"Ohh... that's real?" He asked amazed.

"Duh! Mos things from myth are!"

"Well how am I supposed to know?!"

Oliver shrugged casually
"Common knowledge?" He said as if everyone should've known

"Maybe for freaky-immortal-children and such!" He laughs musingly.

Oliver laughed along with him
"Ha! Maybe!" He then flew to the top of the double sided staircase. "Follow me, there's A LOT in here you should see!" He then stopped, "wanna see my room?"

"Yeah sure lead on!" Artisan ran along with him like a child in a playground.

Oliver led him to a bedroom...well, bedroom is a rather modest term to what basically seemed like the combination of a bedroom, a bathroom, a spare room and a deck all put together. The doors to the outside were open, a soft breeze blowing in. IN the center sat a bed with tall black posts and ghost white curtains. The grandeur of it all was amazing. Oliver turned to Artisan
"Well? You like it?"

"Dude, you sure know how to live! This is a bedroom worthy of me!" Artisan had been forced to live in a shack of a house until Helm's invasion all but destroyed Honora Castellum.

Oh there was a thought! The archaic strayer ways were dead and buried thank god! Maybe he could modernize it when it was time to rebuild everything. This room he was in surely gave him some ideas.

"You'd think we sleep in coffins. I know Leon does, but his has a stereo in it..." He wandered around a bit
"I thought you'd like it. But...it's not my thing" his face dropped

"Are you nuts?! This is a fricken palace!!"