Night 63: Chapel

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Yomi didn’t know what she was looking for, but if there was a chance she could find a means to speed up her healing in this place, she was willing to try. The downstairs infirmary was another option, but conventional healing methods would only go so far.

A creature like her needed something drastic. She needed something now.

(There were those creeping, menacing fingers again, almost a physical touch on the back of her neck.)

Slowly, she took one step forward, then another, the sound of water drawing her forward. She remembered coming here during the day, but everything felt different now, slightly askew. Tarnished. More or less like she, herself.

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Yomi soon realized the fountain’s water was not actually water, as well. It was a huge step away from the place’s usual atmosphere of lazy peacefulness during the day; this new side of the chapel was dark and macabre and not a little ominous. But then the nightly transformation seemed to bring out the worst in everything--and in everyone.

She felt a certain amount of pregnant expectation. During her stay at Landel’s, she’d walked into more disturbing places than this, so the only matter at hand seemed to be what, if anything, would happen now.

“The whispers I heard about this place were true,” she murmured quietly to herself. With each survey of the room, her eyes kept being drawn back to the fountain. Hadn’t Landel said this was a kind of holy place in his twisted mind? An area where monsters wouldn’t attack? If that was true and the fountain wasn’t just a figment of her imagination, then she’d gotten very lucky. Something that could take away her injuries, could get her on her feet faster… that was good, wasn’t it?

She looked back at the man with a distant expression, almost as if she were seeing right through him. “None. But I’ve already sinned in the worst ways you can. What’s the worst it could be?”