Nergal came in from his latest adventure and looked around cautiously. He didn’t see his mother anywhere. That was good. He knew she wouldn’t approve of what he had been doing. He knew it upset her sometimes. He really didn’t like to upset her, but it was just so much fun.
He dragged the bag in behind him. It was really heavy and he just wasn’t strong enough to carry it inside by himself. Maybe he should have asked those seven guys he had met today to help him. He liked them and they liked what he did. They even helped him out. Nergal would definitely have to find them again.
He kept an eye out for his mother or anyone else as he dragged the bag to the kitchen. That room had the best space for his next project. And he had watched the cook do this once, so all the tools he needed were right there. The hard part was going to be getting the body onto the table. It took a lot of work and required Nergal to repeat some words that his parents told him not to. He decided that if he didn’t get caught, it wasn’t bad.
As he climbed onto the table, he kicked over a bottle of his mother’s favorite spice. The spices mixed with the blood that had spilled as he was getting the body onto the table. He wondered if that made blood taste like his mother’s cakes. Probably not.
He was just about to start working when his big brother came in and yelled at him. Nergal looked up at his brother and smiled. “Nanna! You should come see what’s inside.”