I don't think so

"What could he be jealous of? Is it that he can't reach my level of crazy?" I joked wishing it was all just a sad joke.

Pinching my cheeks, Will smiled. "He is not jealous of you"

"Then who is the King of the Underworld jealous of?"

"That's what makes it so funny." He fell into another round of hysterics falling on to the floor as I get off. Smashing his fists on the floor, his laughs turned into coughs and ragged breaths, marking the onset of another cycle. Ignoring the laughing mess, I turned on my heels ones again letting myself be lost in the maze of corridors.

Making colorful faces at each painting I passed by I wondered the time and the effort the artist took to bring them into such detailed authenticity. Differentiable backgrounds and attires, only his stoic face remained constant.

But with close inspection, one could notice the changing shades of darkness and sky that his eyes cast. One such painting held me in place, with the iris burning like molten magma and dark pupils