Thousands of junctions, thousands of passages, patterns yet nothing...
Valentine had started to lose his composure, almost no words were exchanged between the demon and him, said bastard would continue to draw his symbols, and carry them across the world, sometimes losing his temper himself, crushing things on and about.
"DAAMITT!"
*BAANGG!!*
He'd crush a wall, but not go through it.
Several times they had encountered the shadow creatures, some others... they had managed to back off in time before meeting a Maiden.
"Stop..." Valentine would say, the sight of a bloody creature at the other side of the next corner, this time not a maiden, an animal... but once again, those bloody contours were the only thing that indicated that 'thing' to be a Blood Maiden.
The only existence in this world that wasn't grey.
