Vincent stepped forward, his body filled with anticipation as the throbbing pain faded; however, the constant calling and beckoning him didn't.
"What a dark and eerie dungeon." He said, the deep voice echoing along the walls of the narrow passage.
'I hope there are no dangerous monsters, Master. Please use me to your heart's desire!' Raizel chirped.
"This is no church... It is a tomb!"
The walls were decrepit and rotten, filled with weathered carvings and paintings of forgotten gods and beliefs. Thanks to the dungeons, most people began to forsake religion people put their faith in saints, kings, queens and people lifted above others instead of gods.
A black carpet with faded gold patterns squelched under his steps, filled with the remains of blood and moisture that dripped from the ceiling; Vincent looked around and couldn't find the source of his foreboding feeling, so he continued forward.
