The trio made their way back to the establishment with plenty of bags hanging from their hands, the happiest of the bunch undoubtedly Martin.
"Get some rest and prepare for opening hours, we won't be closing early today just like we did last night."
Aza'zel told Fiona, patting Martin's head before walking downstairs. As far as Fiona was concerned, he was going to prepare the bar for a busy evening, so she nodded with a blissful smile before urging Marin to enter their private living space.
Aza'zel wasn't particularly smiling anymore as he made his way through the bar, the rear corridor, and into the secret room underground. Once he was positive of his secure location, he sat on the ground and disappeared, a floating genetic core remained in his place.
This was the inner world in its raw form, and it appeared because Aza'zel went inside with his real body, not a projection of his will.
