derepressed: (not doing anything suspicious...)
chizuru "would you jerks stop leaving me" yukimura ([personal profile] derepressed) wrote in [community profile] recountal 2014-06-13 08:29 am (UTC)

The woman - no, demon - lets out a guttural snarl as Saitou's blade rips into the skin that looks so much like Chizuru's, but then it slumps over onto the altar. It's blood pools under her, some of it sliding down over the edge; it seems to fill in the etchings depicting a sacrifice, and when the entire thing is red like blood, there is a click and the padlock falls open and away. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the doors creak open.

The scraping sound has halted. The entranceway is blocked by the towering, imposing figure of a winged marble statue, holding a blood-stained scythe, but it keeps its gaze on the body on the altar and doesn't even look at Saitou and Chizuru.

Chizuru is trembling, half wanting to cling to Saitou for protection and half frightened to because what if the action is too much like the demon's, and it makes him suspicious, and he cuts her down? She looks over her shoulder and yelps when she sees the statue in the doorway, scuttling forward a few steps toward the now-open doors.

She wants her clothes and her weapon. But she has no idea where they are... the only way they can go is forward, and so she glances at Saitou uncertainly before heading into the next room.

If the rest of the catacombs were dark and oppressive, this room is light and airy. It is large - much larger than Chizuru ever expected - and the walls seem to be made of marble, not simple stone. At the far end is another altar, but this is larger and more comfortable; not a stone slab, but rather a raised platform which is coated with swaths of silk and a pair of pillows, conceivably to kneel on. This platform is in front of a statue holding a sword, which looks down on the silks benevolently. At either side is a fountain, somehow trickling with the clearest, purest water Chizuru has ever seen.

Once they both take a few steps into the room, the doors slowly close behind them, and this time Chizuru can't help but draw herself close to Saitou, frightened more of being apart than of making him think she's an impostor. "Um..."

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