The Father

The Son and the Unholy Ghost vanished in a tuft of smokeless flame, leaving the Father and myself alone. The goat-man's eyes stared down at me, though whether it was rage or some other primal feeling she could not say. The minotaurish beast gave a huff and motioned her to follow as he opened a twin-doorway into a hall. Lights bleeded to the glass-less windows, bathing the hall in red from the setting sun.

"So, where are you taking me now?" She asked.

She was on alien turf now. Given how far the box sent her, she was not sure how effective the protective spell she placed on herself even was.

"If I must babysit a green-horned whore fresh from witchcraft kindergarten until she leaves, then it is best that I continue with my appointments. Say nothing and you will live to leave."

The Father opened the pair of doorways at the very end of the hall, revealing...