The Hallway

Stepping carefully around the ever widening mess he headed for the door. Poking his head through the wreck of wood he found the remains of more ****.

As best as Aaralon could tell there had been three people standing in the hallway, it was impossible now to know who they had been. Strips of flesh and chunks of bone had been spread in a thin layer across the walls, ceiling and floor of the hallway for several meters on both directions. Nothing recognisable had been left intact with the exception of the odd tooth that jutted out of the gore and strips of cloth.

Looking at this terrible sight Aaralon wondered why he didn’t feel more, even as his nose filled with the stench of burst bowls and blood he could only react with a sense of mild dismay. He had been one of the stronger stomached students but this was something else, it must be the effects of the demon, dulling his emotions for some reason.

The Incubus itself was waiting for him at the end of the hallway, a expression of infuriating calm on its face. Once he had stepped through the slippery mess on the floor it spoke.

“Stick close behind me from now on and lead me to the office of your School Master.” It said and Aaralon nodded, it was a perfectly reasonable request after all.

No it is not! A voice in the back of his mind screamed, but it was ignored as they headed further into the school.