Ninorra followed close behind, but this place was unknown to her. She kept up the pace, eager to see more until they came to the statues. They were all strange and new, but somehow familiar. She caught a glimpse of the succubus as Callus strode past her, and made an audible gasp.
Helnia?
The boy's singing brought her out of the reverie, back to the present. He approached another statue, no, two statues. A male and female. They too seemed familiar, though the female was twisted with strange markings. She was no demon Ninorra had ever seen, bones protruding from her hips and enormous horns sprouting from her forehead.
Callus plunged his staff into the statue's wound.
The fallen angel stands in victory
The final seal was broken
The female's eyes glowed, and a strange liquid poured from her eyes. Ninorra noticed the streaks on her face. Scars from the liquid, burned into the stone? Blood? Something below was filling, and a terrible smell filled the air. The smell was familiar, the faces of the statues all bringing with them a feeling of foreboding.
I do not want my eyes to see,
I never wanted to believe
Take me to the gardens of the sinner
Light blinded the warlock. She covered her eyes with one hand, reaching out toward her companion.
"Callus!" She shouted, waving one hand in the direction she'd seen him in. Ninorra walked blindly to find him. "Callus, what is happening? Where are you?"