Fiction: Death Before Breakfast

This month's Words for Wednesday prompts are provided by Charlotte (MotherOwl) over here. This week's prompts are: agile, bleak, comfort, dull, even, full, and/or the photo below from Spencer Gurley, Pexels.

Fiction: Death Before Breakfast
This morning, as Enyo started on buttering the first of ten toasts, she thought of how Spence should die. It was her morning ritual before breakfast ever since she came here. Today, Spence was to fall into a volcano that was just erupting. He would slowly melted away and turned to ash. Yes, that would do. No pieces of him would exist after that, maybe ashes but who would decipher what was the man and what was not?
    It might be bleak to think of death before breakfast but Enyo was used to it. Back in the days, she used to witness one or more deaths before she even had her morning tea. Death was a comfort to her. Death was order. Even when life is at its craziest, there is death to pause it. But Enyo wasn't a god of death anymore. She was demoted to a full human with no powers and only her will to keep her from going insane. Until this body, her body, died, she could do nothing to move time along. One of the down side of her punishment other than being human was, she couldn't die by her own hands but apparently eating didn't count. After a heart attack last month, a doctor advised her she must quit all junk food or else face an early death. She was counting on it. When she died, she would return to her old life, not necessary a nice life but at least, she could deal with death, it's humans she had issue with.
        After she finished buttering her toasts, she put the photograph of Spence on a plate. Looking at Spence in his shorts with his backpack, Enyo's agile mind quickly dulled. She should've let him died when she had the chance.
    The private eye had sent her the photograph, one of many. Knowing Spence was enjoying life made her angry so she sent her last payment to the private eye last week.
    If she still had her powers, she would set the photograph on fire with a touch of her finger but she must use a match. She pulled one out of the box and was about to light it when an alarm sounded. She looked around her. Nothing was on fire and there was no smoke. The screeching was close. She got up and peered out the windows. There was smoke coming out of her neighbor's kitchen windows.
    Humans were meant to die when it's their time. No god or former god should interfere with that. Enyo knew that. Back when she was still a god, she had allowed Spence to escape his fate. He screwed her over by telling the gods what she had done. By bargaining her life for his, he had managed to prolong his life and altered Enyo's. That scumbat!
    There was a scream that pierced Enyo's heart and forced it to race far quicker than usual. The scream came again but this time, it had words: Enyo! Help us! Was it Jason? She must go. She paused to look down at her pajamas. Did she forget to shower again? She took a sniff of her underarm. Ugh! She shrugged and ran out her kitchen door.

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Enyo dropped the unconscious Mrs. Eventide's arms and let her fall on the grass. She glared at the woman. Why bothered saving a woman who had nothing but mean things to say to her neighbors? Why bothered saving her husband when he often chased people with his car and laughed while he did it? Enyo's left ankle still throbbed every time she saw him. He had better not yell at her for his various bruises for saving him. After all, Enyo was a small human so how could he expect her to drag an almost 300 pound man out of a house without some mishaps?
    The Eventide's little boy, Jason, nine, was not like his parents. He didn't talk and he was kind to everyone, even Enyo who didn't much care for children. Sometimes he left her cakes on her back door steps. Other times, he distracted his parents so Enyo could leave their company quietly. Now Enyo had saved them and she was screwed. Again.
    "Enyo!"
    "What?" Enyo said. She looked up at the God of Blabber, not his real title but Enyo thought it fitted the man well since he loved to gossip. In his white toga, Roman might be from some ancient era dropped in the wrong time.
    "You know what. These two were meant to die today. You screwed up, Enyo," Roman replied.
    "But I'm not even a god anymore. Didn't this mean I can interfere?" Enyo raised her eyebrows.
    Roman shrugged. "It's not my call. I'm just the messenger. You now have twenty more years to your sentence. No heart attack is going to kill you in a long while." Roman grinned, creasing his forehead and then he disappeared.
    Enyo scowled. But then she sighed. There was nothing she could do about that. Except maybe order pizza. But she was delayed.
    Almost six hours of standing around among the flashing lights, firefighters, firetrucks, hoses, curious faces and answering questions, Enyo wished she still had her powers so she could disappear. But she could do nothing but stand limply, waiting. They wouldn't let her back into her house until they deemed it safe. Being human was getting on her nerves more and more with each day.
    When she was finally allowed to return to her house, it was almost night. As she washed up and changed, Jason's face came to her. How did he call her when he didn't speak? She shook the thought away. At least the kid wasn't an orphan. As unsuitable as the Eventides were as parents, the kid was better with them than without.   
    When she was back in the kitchen, she found the toasts had gone soggy and the  pot of tea had gone cold. She picked up the phone and ordered ten pizza pies and sat down at the table. The most she ever enjoyed about being human was the food. It was a good thing the identity she possessed was a woman with a yearly income from her dead husband's insurance or else Enyo would have to work. She knew nothing of employment other than it would be hard to get a job when you're over forty and was an uneducated widow.   
    The photograph of Spence on the plate stared back at her. There was a time she had thought she was happy to save him and was even fine with him living his life without her but now she couldn't imagine how she thought that way. It was possible Spence's charm had altered the pheromones in her brain and made her believed she was in love, like a silly human. But there was no excuse to justify her behavior but his? He should've been a better human.
     The hell with Spence. She pulled another match and lit the photograph and watched it burned. The smoke alarm sounded and she threw the plate into the sink and ran cold water over it. Quickly, she opened all the windows and then waved a placemat back and forth at the smoke alarm until it stopped beeping.
    She stared at the few remnants of Spence in the sink. Now that she knew she wouldn't die for another twenty years, there was no hurry with her revenge. Right now, she needed to catch up on breakfast, lunch and dinner.