Night 66: Hall of Voices

[unpriest]

[From here]

'Don't look back.'

Seishin froze as the door locked behind them, but the whispered warning (or was it a threat?) was unmistakable. He managed to prevent himself from looking over his shoulder to see where it came from - what would happen if he did?

He inhaled, and forced himself to calm down, focusing on the sight before them. Rough, stone walls made up a narrow, winding hallway. Occult symbols carved and drawn in what he could only assume to be blood marked the surface, along with bloodied hand prints and pentagrams and writing in a language he didn't recognize. It was unsettling, all of it, and it did not bode well for whatever that awaited them beyond this ominous corridor. It matched the beach they had just left behind rather well...

Nonetheless, they had little choice but to continue...hadn't they? The door had locked behind them, after all. He offered Silvestri-san a glance that conveyed his wariness, but he otherwise did not speak.

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[avengingfists]

Ilia had thought the sights left behind them were ominous, but the whisper that met her ears as they moved beyond the door was like a dirge. Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing onto Seishin's sleeve despite knowing he wouldn't feel it.

"Dont!" she cautioned needlessly. For a moment, she didn't move. Just stood there, waiting a moment. When no other words came, she relaxed her stance but only just.

"I think..." her words were barely a whisper, "... I think that's our clue. So... no matter what... don't look back, okay?"

And with her flashlight forward, Ilia began to step quietly down the hall. It was only a few steps when voices began to speak again, but she couldn't understand them. It was a different language than any she knew on earth, or any planet of her knowledge. The symbols on the walls were definitely archaic. Perhaps even demonic.