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Mizrak stares at the man in awe as relief floods his chest that had tightened painfully with sudden terror of the gruesome end.

His heart warms with admiration as he watches his lover's beautiful muscles tensing with the effort of the magic, wondering how he'd acquired such powers. As the flames die out, Olrox lets out a soft sigh and drops his arms.

"Mizrak!!!!" Richter shouts in warning, his tone strained with terror for his momentarily transfixed friend. The monks eyes grow wide, a gasp escaping him as he sees the roaring flames approaching mere feet away from him!

With a soft grunt, Olrox leaps fearlessly onto the demon’s knee and swiftly runs up the monster’s body as it thrashes viciously to rid itself of the unwanted passenger.

As the demon takes a deep breath in they can see a deep red burning substance resembling embers between the thick black scales of it's chest and throat but before they can move the demon unleashes a mighty wall of fire at the wide-eyed humans.

As the demon sees the small group of braced heroes, a deep, sinister laugh rumbles through its broad chest. "Where is the god? Bring him to me." The demon's voice is sinister and deeply unsettling, sending a shiver down the humans' spines.

The three gasp in shock as they see hundreds of abnormally large human skulls trailing purple and black smoke flying about the temple’s perimeter. Mizrak’s mouth falls open as he realizes these are the skulls from that strange wall outside of the temple.

“Try to stay focused ye old pious monk.” Richter teases gently, elbowing the stoic vampire whose cheeks blush deeply at having been called out.

“The fate of the world is at stake and you’re making fun of me!?” Mizrak hisses, fangs baring slightly as he glares at the young man who shrugs easily.

“The fate of the world is at stake and you’re ogling your boyfriend’s muscles!” Richter counters with ease, earning an even deeper blush from the vampire who opens and closes his mouth.

“A being like you took my life. What are you and what are you doing here?” There’s a fierceness and caution in those piercing eyes that makes the monk recoil as if struck and he takes a step back to put his lover at ease. No, not his lover…this was him before…this is his human soul.

Taking a steadying breath in, Mizrak gently explains “I am a vampire; a human whose blood was drained and then drank vampiric blood thus becoming an undead being. You…you were turned into a vampire as well…you are the one who turned me…you…you are my lover.” Mizrak's cheeks turn a slight pink at the admission.

Panting, Mizrak finally crosses the top step but before he can survey his surroundings a giant black form rushes toward him. With no time to draw his scimitar, the monk dives down to avoid the oncoming attack. Looking over his shoulder, he watches as the demon’s limp body plummets down the staircase. Curious to see what had killed the beast, he looks up and gasps.

Mizrak’s eyes are wide as they take in the spirit world around him, tears coming to his eyes as he realizes he still has a soul after all! Subconsciously his hand comes to his own chest as he lets that truth sink in. He thought the loss of his soul was the reason why he feels such overwhelming anguish within his heart. If that’s not the case, then why does he suffer so greatly? Why does he constantly feel tormented?

“You ok?” Richter asks easily, those blue eyes holding a concern for the monk who stands frozen with a complicated expression. With a start, Mizrak meets those eyes and immediately nods, easily dismissing his worry with a soft “yes, I’m fine.”

As he follows the young couple, a strange feeling tugs at his heart which aches with fear. Fear from what though? His stomach squirms as he sees the shadows of spirits around them existing in a place that doesn’t seem like heaven or hell.

Carefully stepping to shore, the monk’s blood runs cold as he draws nearer the odd structure at the base of the temple, realizing what the peculiar decorations are.

“Is…is that…” Richter breathes, taken aback slightly.

“Skulls…yes.” Mizrak’s deep voice confirms, stomach squirming with the sight of hundreds of human skulls on display in neat rows of the fence-like structure. Truly a brutal and intimidating sight, one he’d not expected to be outside such a regal, splendid temple.

With a few simple movements, Annette turns her shield into a small boat just big enough for the three of them to stand upon. Carefully she paddles them across the serene water, her keen eyes searching its softly undulating surface for any unseen threats that might be protecting the holy temple.

With a sigh, Maria quietly crosses the field alone noting with sadness the wide birth the human soldiers give the lone vampire who sits silently by a fire a few good paces from the rest. It’s bad enough to suffer such a devastating loss, let alone be treated like an unwanted outsider! Boldly, she nears the monk, whose eyes widen slightly with shock at the sight of her.

“May I?” She asks politely, a warmth in her tone that soothes his deeply troubled heart as he nods once. To his further surprise, she settles herself by his side, close enough for him to reach out and grab if he wanted to. His eyes narrow slightly at her bold trust.