The Crypt

The feeling is unmistakably dragging you towards the Crypt, you can only hope whatever is pulling you is friendly. You push the heavy doors open and gingerly enter the crypt, hoping you can avoid disturbing anything within.

The crypt certainly lives up to its' name, coffins line the walls and are spread like a grid across the floor. Then you see what has been calling to you - by the far wall is a pedestal with something on it. You can't quite make out the details from so far away, in such poor light, but you can feel the power flowing out of it. You make your way towards it, as you do you notice as you get closer to the pedestal the coffins become increasingly nicer looking. By the time you reach the pedestal the coffins are impossibly ornate, especially a red and black one positioned behind it.

The object on the pedestal is strange, a lopsided sphere of scorched metal but somehow you know it's so much more than it seems. You can feel some kind of power pulsing from it into the room. You're sure you can use it to power the portal, maybe even more.

But before you can reach the pedestal you hear the coffins begin to shift, a thick black smoke or mist starting to pour out of them. You start to run as feminine figures begin to climb out of the coffins. You come so close to the pedestal, you can almost touch the object, and then a pair of cold hands wrap around you, holding on with unnatural strength.

"Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?" A female voice hisses into your ear. You slowly turn to your assailant, a woman with deathly pale skin and long, tangled blonde hair. She runs her tongue over a pair of fangs in her mouth in a sensual fashion. Her clothes are less clothes and more fetish gear, exposing her breasts and bush. Behind her more woman with similarly pale skin and revealing or nonexistent clothing rise f4om coffins and approach both of you.

"So beautiful..."

"How does she taste?"

"Another new sister..."

"ENOUGH!" A solitary voice calls out over the crowd and all of them fall silent. You look ahead to the source, the coffin behind the pedestal has opened and a woman has stepped out. She is gorgeous, her red dress is more modest than the others but its' plunging neckline puts her cleavage on display. Long black hair covers one of her glaring red eyes. "My, my. Look at what has wandered into my home. You're a little overdressed for stealing relics aren't you?"

"You have no idea who you're dealing with."

"Oh I believe I have a much better idea then you think. In fact I have a little proposition for you."