But one that can be interrupted.

The ground suddenly begins to shake violently. An enormous booming noise can be heard out and above from the room, and the two nude goddess that were just about to rock my metaphorical socks were suddenly up from the bed, fully dressed in newly materialized armored clothing.

"Oh Us damn it! Guards! What is the issue?!" Shouts Mel, storming out of the room.

"We'll be back. Stay, doggy... play dead." Says Carn, winking as she follows her sister.

A man in a dark blue cloak rushes into view, panicked as he runs past. "One of the Chosen! We're all going to die!"

Similar shouts and screams are being heard out in the hallway, as the sound of rushing water can be heard in the distance.

One of the Chosen? Did Scott find Fawks?

As soon as the sisters are out of sight, I begin straining against my bindings as violently as possible, trying to snap the chain, the manacle, or even the bedframe. Finally, the chain gives way, and I rise to my feet; suddenly stumbling down to the floor. It seemed after Carnachias's little playtime with me, my legs have gone a tad limp...

Finally able to gather my bearings, I peer at the room around me. Dark stone walls, with candles lit by dim blue flames lighting the room. The floor had a fine rug, once more colored that midnight that the Goddess of Plots and **** was so fond of. The bed itself was a stark contrast to the room; that frenzied yellow hue of Carnachias marked its sheets, and the frame was spiked at odd angles, with dried blood from where it had been apparently lifted and moved here. Speaking of the bed...

I rip the sheets from the would-be prison, and wrap them around my waist. Standing as best as I can, I stumble into the hallway. The dark corridors of wherever the hells we've been taken too are finely decorated with dark blue adornments and bobbles such as rugs, banners, and even a bench or two; this hide-away was Melanoche's, for sure.

I need to find the others.

I stumble my way as quickly as I can from door to door in the hallway, searching for my friends. Instead of cells, however, I find only rooms containing vast amounts of burning paper.

Documentation being destroyed as they flee? Thank goodness the walls and floor are stone...

"Monster! Thank the Gods!"

I turn to see Cilla with a rather large splattering of blood covering her right arm; her hand's lack of a glove showing it to be no wound of her own that produced the crimson liquid.

"Where are the others?!" I ask, as Cilla puts herself under one of my arm to support me.

"They're not far, Gabbie is attending to Zana."

My fists clench, remembering the Emissary of Carnachias's earlier words.

"What happened to her."

Cilla remains silent.

Nothing good, then.

Cilla rushes me into a room down the hall, before pulling a large bookshelf over the door to brace it. The room we find ourselves in seems to be another for holding records, but without the raging inferno I had seen prior. The reason for this was clear, as I saw large splatters of blood across the leftmost wall; dead before the papers could be disposed of. Where the body the blood belonged too had gone was unclear, but I knew Cilla to be the one who delivered the blow.

"Did they hurt you?" Says Cilla, resting me down onto the ground, away from the door.

"I'll live."

I then hear a hoarse voice call out. "He's alive!"

From seemingly nowhere, Ashes wraps her arms around my neck, seemingly trying to snap the damn thing. "Good news for once today. Gods... come on, Zana and Gabbie will want to see you."

"She's healed then?"

"Gabbie did her best..."

The words of the two women are stopped by a sudden bang on the door. Then another. And another. Cilla rises to her feet, claws outstretched, and Ashes pulling a "borrowed" sword from her side. The door and bookcase suddenly shatter, sending debris across the record room. A hulking figure stampeding past and into Cilla, sending her flying into another bookcase. Ashes swings her sword into the thing, causing it to screech in pain. Not one to stand by, I try to lunge upward, only to be slammed away.

The sound of rushing water grows closer.

Now firmly planted on my ass, I can see the creature more clearly. Some sort of wriggling mass of pink fleshy tentacles, with one now cleanly sliced off by Ashes. However, the appendage seemed to be regenerating at an alarming rate; two more taking its place.

"Of course they have a Hyrdacle! Fucking **** cultists!" Yells Ashes, taking another slimy limb off with a second swing.

The sound of rushing water even grows closer.

The beast then flings several of its limbs at the Artisan, sending her flying away into a wall. Ashes lands shoulder first, with a sickening crack reverberating through the room as her arm and shoulder break.

"Gaagh!"

As I try to rise to my feet, I see the beast turn its attentions to where Ashes had come from earlier; a doorway leading further along, to where Zana and Gabbie were. It begins to purr and hum, its tendrils beginning to leak an sickening ooze. Knowing full well what the horror intends to do, I spring upward and rush towards it with claws ready, not caring for my own safety. The horrific seedbed beast responds by slamming me over into the same wall as Ashes; causing me to impact headfirst into solid stone. I crumple to the floor, helplessly watching the monster approach us.

The sound of rushing water stops...

And then the beast then ceases its movements, before falling apart into hundreds of diced tiny pieces.

As the light dims from my head injury, I see a the blurred figure of a woman approach; a sword in one hand, and the familiar staff of Gabriella in the other.

Everything goes black.