Bryan
*Just on the outskirts leading into the City of Worshippers, within the overgrown ruins of what looked like an old water mill waited a figured draped in heavy robes. The faint hints of moonlight that did peer into the building gave little away as to whomever they were.*

*He had managed to find a fair number of folk interested in stealing the bones that the Witch so desired, and thus he told all the same thing - to meet with him here in these ruins before they would be set loose into the city. Indeed, should they manage to pull things off - his Mistress would be very pleased, and he had to also see if any of the so called 'helpers' would be of any worth to the Witch herself.*

*She was always looking for powerful servants to seduce and use for her own means.*
Sheridan
Mindless wandering had been in the eye of the beholder. Had the blue demon truly been wandering, or did he have a destination in mind? The latter had been true tonight, for his twin brother had given him a job to do. It wasn't super unlike him to do so, but this was the kind of job Ronan normally picked up. Then again, Asta couldn't really understand the necessity of this job. Sure they were nomadic demons, but what use did Ronan have for a couple of bones? He didn't bother to ask. This choice of town was also questionable.

>"Go and get these bones for me".
>"...Kay."

Was about the crux of that conversation as he replayed it in his head. Thankfully for the man who was waiting for his quarry, Asta had been the first to begin approaching. Blue fire accented Astaroth's horns at the tip that jutted out from his head, along with a much bigger one that seemed to replace the tip of his tail. It swished around as he walked, Asta surprisingly seeming careful not to bring it too close to any sort of foliage that could easily catch on fire. One could easily mistake it for a wisp retreating away into the night.

Burning blue eyes settled on the figure as black slits narrowed. Asta hadn't necessarily been 'dressed to impress', considering he wore long black pants and a somewhat tight-fitting black and blue accented shirt. The pinnacle of it all? Well, he was barefoot. 

The demon would stop a few short feet away from the last, that long slender tail of his coming to a hover above the ground. This was the one he needed to meet, right?
Larry
Work, work, work, it was something that pleases Damian every time someone asked him for a job, he loved his job, as he made a career off of stealing things, which he found very entertaining, but also profitable, more so than if he tried to make an honest living, which in his defense, would be quite difficult given his situation, though he doesn't see it as anything bad

He stood on some tree branches in the woods a little bit away from where the clientele requested him, and presumably others, should meet, he jumped from tree to tree with incredible agility, and where he wasn't able to jump, he shot a web from between his fingertips and walked the silk rope in a matter of seconds, indeed he was a spider, given the nickname "Silksong" By his peers in the art of thievery

Soon enough he made it to the outskirts, and snuck his way towards the building, where he would remain in seclusion there until the others followed
Howard
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`Name:`Nymvial Daze 
`Mood:` Dark & Anxious 
`TW:` Extreme delusion/paranoia
`Mentions:` Althedon's Astaroth Von Nobleese || 
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〖☽〗Luminous Silvern globes penetrated the darkness of the current night with ease as they diligently swept along the tree-line just afore her. *Mmmnn.* She hummed, seemingly finally coming to a decision after contemplating for what had been, undoubtedly, 2 hours. It wasn't out of the norm for the eccentric woman to often take hours pondering over the littlest of things. She was an odd specimen, a being not even a mad scientist could've mistakenly made, a creature no one in satan's hell would want to be. Perspiration from her hard work and long travels gifted her olive skin with a newfound shimmering glow that dutifully complimented the silver cast tonight's full moon casted upon her figure. Though she'd prefer to not be seen. Once big and bright eyes finally came to a dangerous glare before her curvaceous physique began to snake creepily toward the nearing woods, her movements sly and careful. If you were to ask, the woman wouldn't be able to tell you why she had specifically chosen to be here of all places. However, the last place she explored had been over hunted, and she only had herself to blame. The excruciating thirst for blood that she'd been cursed with was a son of a bitch, and was the reasoning for her inability to settle and rest for extensive periods of time. Oh how she hated her repetitive life.

〖☽〗As she crept lowly amongst the woods' floor, foreign sounds began to flood her ears. The creatures here didn't seem to be what she typically hunted. Things like regular old deer and rabbits. It sounded as if this miniature forest housed mostly avian species, which she'd never hunted before. *That's fine*, she reassured herself, trembling form finally coming to a rest. Alas, all seeing eyes resumed their search for an easy meal, a victim. When she wasn't hunting, Nymvial fancied animals of all shapes and sizes and often befriended them. Unfortunately, her thirst would never let such a beautiful thing last before she'd kill and eat them. She was a tormented soul, a broken woman through and through. There was nothing she could do about that now. Fanged dentition lowered themselves upon the plush flesh of her lower lip as her mouth fanned out into a toothy grin, that curved bodice tight with anticipation. Nymvial's hunt would come to an abrupt end, though.

〖☽〗Considerably small nostrils flared instantly upon the smell of smoke, thus causing now wide oculars to dart about in search of the origin. *Humans?* She questioned, her body shaking profusely at the the internalized query. The lass began to drown in her own panic like a goddamned tsunami, her once dainty movements now shifting into some more clumsy and frantic. Slim extremities waved about desperately as her body threatened to misplace itself in attempts to prevent such an embarrassing thing. Though when you're hyperventilating and frantically running away from what was truthfully nothing, you're bound to miss-step. And that she did. Nymvial just barely managed to throw her arms out ahead of her to stop what would've been a face-plant. She remained there pitifully, her breathing coming to a steady slow. *Am I okay?* Now watered eyes lifted themselves from the ground to examine her surroundings. This proved to be a horrible decision, because what she was gandering upon had been a terribly beautiful sight. Blue flames have now engulfed the surrounding area, and Nymviallah was trapped. Unusually high verbalized whines began to fall from the woman's lips as she threw herself onto her rump and began desperately crawling backwards as the blue fire threatened to swallow her alive. It's fierce hisses and crackles drowning out her own vocals. Bright blue. So beautiful yet so deadly. How could one begin to look away? It was now surrounding the helpless woman and there was nowhere to run now. Nym backed onto the trunk of a nearing tree, the slight collision pulling a gasp from the troubled vamp as she looked back to see what would be the cause for her inability to escape.

Snapping her beautifully sculpted head back around to face forward and meet her demise, she flung both hands on either side of her brown tressed head and brought her glowing orbs to a quickened close. Pearly whites clenched as she groaned her despair, velvety fingers tightening their grip upon her elongated tresses, so tight that her claws began to draw darkened red blood from her crania.

〖☽〗She was still alive. How? Alabaster claws detached themselves from her scalp as her luminous silvern orbs came to a slow open, though didn't dare wander beyond the ground beneath her. She did, however, move her hands to be within her line of sight. Blood. A dark red, thick liquid moved swiftly down her hands. Nymvial's lips formed a tight line. There was no blue cast. *Tch.* Raising a singular hand to be placed awkwardly upon the trunk, Nym used it as a leverage to haul her petite frame upwards. Though the surrounding area had no longer been engulfed in blue flames, she did however, catch a glint of bright blue. Narrowing her dexterous eyes upon the unfamiliar flash of light, she began to swiftly maneuver about the small woods to investigate. She followed this blue flame until she reached the end of the woods. Her steps were silent and her movements were paranormal. With the dead of night masking her build wondrously, it was a slim chance of her being detected. And her being quite a bit sways only made sure of that. As she crept closer, nearing what lay beyond the cluster of trees she had been stalking within, Nym was able to see much better. The origin of the blue fire that nearly killed her was this seemingly wandering demon afore her.

Who was this? Her glimmering eyes softened at the thought, finally allowing her body to loosen, yet it continued to shake violently. A slight exhale pulled itself from her mouth as she wrapped her hands around either side of a tree trunk to peer out the side of it. Without another thought, Nymvial's curvy physique began to darken, mystically morphing into the black silhouette that followed the white haired lad. Trapping herself within his own shadow, she began to hitch a ride. She hoped that whoever this was had been less than 30 minutes away from his destination. That is the longest she could stay a shadow after all. If she were to transform back into her original form before he had, she imagined it'd be quite awkward. Just ahead, Nymvial caught sight of a dilapidated structure. Seemingly a ruined mill. Was this where he was headed? Perhaps she could find something to *Drink* There.
Denna
The vampire wasn't always the type to take on work from others, but even he had use for gold and such an interesting request caused him to at least show up. He imagined something to do with cults or other had to be going on, he didn't imagine the stranger needed bones for a pure hearted reason. Not that it mattered of course.

Ethan walked up to the ruins with confidence, he believed he wasn't to do this task alone. Noticing blue flames and a robed figure, he believed he must have fount the right place. The vampire stepped in, looking around expecting more people then what he could see.

"Is this the cult meeting place? Or have I taken a wrong turn?" The vampire would jest, speaking more to the room then anyone in peticular. He was no secret Ethan was infact a vampire, his deep red eyes and fangs proudly on display as he spoke.

Thr vampire dressed to fit the job, a black shirt, black trousers, boots and to top it all off a cloak with the hood currently down. The peticular perceptive may even notice the shine of a danger coming from under the robe.

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Bryan
"Ahh so finally most of you decided to show your faces... Took ye long enough" *He remarked in a heavy raspy tone, his hallow and sunken eyes looking over those that had come before him. The sight of a demon was one that caught him off guard, but once looking closer he saw this was just a... Lower ranked demon, compared to those of much older and higher ranks.*

'A demon nonetheless, no doubt she'll find this most interesting' *He thought, looking over the arriving Human and Vampire, both seemed decent enough. What their skills were, well that was to been seen.*

*From just outside he thought he spotted some others coming into the mill as well, as he snapped loudly in that direction* "To anyone still lurking outside, if you are here for the request at hand... Get the hell in here or fuck off. Time we don't have to waste!" *He wanted to be certain that all parties were accounted for, he wasn't going to explain things twice, the night would last only so long...*
Sheridan
Narrowed slits examined the figure up and down up until different scents approached the scene. Bright blue eyes flashed once, specifically eyeing the one who was hiding near the ruins. Everyone's souls had looked different to him, which also made the thought of consuming such much more appetizing. His brother never understood. Humans had a specific taste with varying flavors depending on their personality and tally of sins committed, or so he believed. Feasting upon those who *Weren't* Human was an exotic treat. Just thinking about it made him hungry; a long and smooth slender black tongue snaking out to glaze over his lips. 

The scent of another person arriving behind him distracted him from such thoughts, turning his head to stare at the arrival. Right... He wasn't here to eat. He was here to play fetch. An odd, deep rumble quaked within his throat and chest before his blue eyes would cut down to his shadow. Oh? There was a discrepancy within it. Another... Soul was hiding inside. This caused Asta's tail to lash about above the ground and over his shadow, that blue-flamed lit tip coming dangerously close to the ground as it left blue embers in its wake.

*"Quit hiding in there, unless you want to be accidentally burned."* 'Accidentally' was more of an understatement, Asta clearly threatening her. He didn't like sneaky individuals, nor did he like people not even asking permission first. But with the threat having been made clear (in his mind), he'd turn his attention back onto the cloaked figure, leaning forwards with his upper torso.

He'd take in a few silent sniffs, much like a dog would to register a certain scent as his arms hung loosely down. *"Am I... Required to share this reward? Or is this a first come first serve thing..?"* Asta didn't like sharing. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he needed to split the bones with anyone, because Ronan didn't even tell him how many he wanted specifically. Oh well. He'd figure it out later.
Denna
The vampire watched from the side lines for now, hoping to get as close to his employer as possible without setting off the what he assumed was a demon. Going to be a long night it seemed, with such a clash of personalities. 

"And I'm told I cause trouble. And I certainly hope this is a shared reward, competition would surely cause problems for the overall mission? Then again, some added fun wouldn't be the worst thing" The vampire smiled, baring his fangs proudly.
Howard
〖☽〗 Frigid nightly winds crooned their Endemic hymn as the vampire remained concealed within the confines of the unfamiliar man's shadow. At this state, it would've been nearly impossible to notice the woman's presence. Frankly, the only way one could detect her is if those luminescent eyes of hers began to glow, which they often did when under lots of pressure or simply when it was dark and she needed to see. Still, she dared not to give so much of a hint towards her existence for she knew not of this demon. His mannerisms, his attitude... Perhaps he took quite the disliking towards blood-sucking beasts like herself. Alas, she continued to ride along in silence, wondering when and where the man would stop. Even as a shadow, Nymvial was still anxious, and her trembling body emphasized that greatly. 


〖☽〗 A disturbance within her newfound peace elicited a dark hum from Nymvial's mouth, one that housed utter displeasure with it. Under normal circumstances, the abrupt acknowledgment would've scared the shit out of her. However, Nymvial had been traveling on foot for days and was now bleeding from her head. Though she had herself to blame for that, that didn't mean it wouldn't be used as an excuse for her abnormally mellow behavior. *Who's that?* She said internally as she pulled her eyes to a slow close, hoping to dig up what little bit of peace she had left. Unfortunately, Nym was out of luck. Because a plethora of unknown voices began to speak, some at once. Now glowing silvern oculars began to dance every-which way in attempts to investigate those before the demon she had be using.

〖☽〗Before Nymviallah could even begin to think about making a swift and sneaky retreat, her ride had violently begun confronting her. It was odd. There would've been no way the demon could detect her in this state. Nothing can, unless she makes it obvious, of course. With that, Nymvial just assumed he was crazed, an odd ball. This demon was belligerent, already off-putting to her and probably whoever had been accompanying them. 

"You're Noisy. What's this? A cult?"

〖☽〗Femininely dark vocals poured from the woman's mouth like venom, the question prying in its entirety. Alas, the woman allowed her ability to reverse, the shadow discombobulating along with. Now out in the open, eternally shaking body tight with tension, the woman's eyes narrowed dangerously upon the fire-clad demon afore her, those luminous depths gleaming with beautiful fury. Though before she could show him what a spit-fire was, the voice of another made her eyes dart sideways towards the presumed vampire. Just her luck.
Larry
At last, everyone was here, and like the good spider he was, nobody was any the wiser of his place, he continued to sneak about, his ability to hide being, probably, the best of all those here, then again, a life of petty thievery and assassination and you tend to pick up a few skills

"Wow, what a crowd, so many freaks all in one place!"

His voice appeared out of nowhere, from behind the group, he had stayed so low to the ground that the long grass has hid his movements, he moved through it with great agility, and pops up at a relatively safe distance

He points to each of them, taking count of who all was there, a very... Strange group of people they where, all of which likely evildoers, but not like he could talk

"Freaky demon guy, freaky demon woman..."

He shudders... Women... A great fear of his, having struggled to talk to women in the past, he made up for it by being sort of a playboy icon, though, they still scared the ever loving everything out of him

"Another... Y'know what, you might be a vampire actually..."

He thinks for a moment, and then waves his hand

"Aaaah not like it matters anyways right! "Partners"! Hehe"

Apparently, this human was part of the group too, though, how... Why? Was he not terrified of them?

He points to the head figure, the one who was likely the big boss

"Aaah, you must be the one giving the paycheck around here, good good, you look capable enough!"

He flips a gold coin in the air, but he didn't have it on him before, where'd he get it from? 



"So, here we are gathered, mm, yea... What's the job, give us what you know"
Bryan
*The hooded man - if he was a man - would cast his sunken gaze over all four that stood before him "So four in total, I had expected... More but of little matter now."

"Listen up well for only once will I say it, whether or not any of you have heard already... There is a tomb that rests just outside of Elsir Vale which contain some bones that the Witch Elsbeth demands" *He's cast a boney finger over each one of them.* "Yet locals guard the tomb day and night, but they'll be little threat... What you do with them is your choice. But should you cause too much chaos, you'll surely to attract the holy guards of the city... Beastly brutes and their holy arcane" *He'd grumble.*

*The man would go on to explain the location of the tomb, and how it would be surrounded by various local followers - the four of them would have to enter the tomb, of which he warned was likely far larger on the inside.*

"You shall all be rewarded with items crafted by my Mistress herself, but only the best one shall go to the one that brings me the bones themselves first... So are you lot still up to the task?" *He'd ask, a tone of challenge in his voice.*
Sheridan
As the woman hiding in his shadow revealed herself, Asta glanced back and made direct eye contact with her. For the most part his facial expression was blank as he processed her words. His head cocked lightly to one side a bit. He was noisy? She should have known better than to hitch a ride with a *Demon*, of all creatures. Well, not that it really mattered much right now anyways. She was out and no longer stalking him. *He* Was meant to be the predator here.

Alas, Asta wouldn't bother responding to her question, turning his gaze upon Damian as he pointed to each of the people present. He softly blinked at him much like a content cat would, seeming to almost stare past his physical form.

*"Part... Ners... That is a rather strong word here..."* Asta mumbled out to himself. Did he really need to partner up with these people..? He didn't want anyone becoming a hindrance, considering he intended to complete this job as fast as possible. Considering this area was filled with religious people, his ilk was not welcome here. Him and his brother didn't exactly 'blend in' either, causing word of their arrival to normally travel quickly in the area.

Head turned back forwards to listen to what the job details entailed. Oh, so he wasn't supposed to take the bones back to his brother? He supposed he could always steal them as well. The statement about the guards caused Asta's burning tail tip to sway. They shouldn't be a problem for him, if he was going to be allowed to dispatch of them quickly. Attracting those who had holy arcane would become a massive issue for him if it came down to it.

*"Ah... So, I don't have to share?"* A clawed hand rose up to point across him to the others standing nearby whilst making eye contact with the hooded man. *"...Very well. I shall start heading there immediately."* His hand lowered, head glancing up to the trees before he'd leap upwards, beginning to hop from tree to tree with innate speed; his flames acting as a blue trail in the night.
Larry
"Yes, partnersssss, ever heard of the word? It's typically very vague, never said we were friends, we are just colleagues, y'know?"

The way he spoke was nonchalant, he uttered no fear, well, with the exception of the lady around, but he was always nervous when talking to women, though over the years he had been getting over this

He returned his attention to the employer, and was happy upon hearing the stealth part, a mission quite literally fit for him

"Ah! Sneaky way in! Yes yes I understand, er... But does that mean we aren't allowed to kill?"

He says, opening up part of his tunic to reveal... A concerning amount of knives... More than one person would ever need to carry but he seems to use them all, inside the jacket of course where other things a thief would use but... So many knives 

Due to his excitement, Damian became a bit giddy, he would walk around in circles

"A gift specifically for me, aw you shouldn't, really I'll probably just end up taking theirs"

He laughs at the thought of such a trick, but he was a man for hire after all all, and at the least he had some sort of morality when it came to jobs such as this 

"I'm joking obviously!"
Howard
〖☽〗 Truthfully, Nymvial hadn't the slightest clue what they were talking about . Bones, mistresses, witches? What the hell did she get herself into? The plan had been to hitch a ride to some place new and hopefully find new feeding grounds since she'd been walking on foot for days. Time to rest would've been greatly appreciated. Though it seems life had other plans for the vampire. It always had. Dual extremities crossed themselves gently to protect her chest from the considerably chilly winds that sung their songs. There was a lot to take in. Though somehow she knew everything was going to be "Alright" . It's like the universe kept her alive solely for the purpose of being tortured. Rarely resting orbs brought themselves to a tight close as the voices surrounding the woman began to fade into nothingness. If she had any left to cry, tears would've been making their way downtown already. What little bit of life she had left was starting to steadily slip away. 

 〖☽〗 A new glimmer of silver crept through her closed lids to all-seeing eyes, pulling them to a slow open, revealing a pair of dulled orbs, which had been previously glowing before. Those currently lifeless eyes began to drift towards the excessive amount of knives one of the unfamiliar men Showcased within the confines of his gear. Neatly groomed brows furrowed profusely upon the display, her physiognomy blatantly unimpressed with the clear hint of mental instability. 

"Close it." 

〖☽〗 She hummed, vocals dark and soothing, but demanding in its entirety. Allowing her arms to slowly fall towards her loins again, the woman began to revert her gaze upon the cloaked figure. 

"Anyone could see those from miles away."

〖☽〗Nym informed the lad. If their intentions were to go unnoticed, then he would've failed miserably. Featherlight steps were taken forward as her curvaceous figure began to snake creepily towards he clad in a cloak, that undoubtedly captivating silvern gaze finding their predatory luminescence once again. 

"I do not plan on seeing you again." 

〖☽〗A concise statement, and she'd keep it at that, those lifeless but bright eyes removing themselves from the hidden features of the cloaked being. She hadn't been listening to a thing he had been saying, but she did know that she would continue her search for new feeding grounds. With that, she progressed onwards, beyond the mysterious gent and followed her own path, which, unbeknownst to the woman, had supposedly been the same as the others that fatefully gathered at this god-forsaken place.
Denna
The job seemed doable enough, well at first it did anyways. The clashing personalities wasn't giving the vampire alot of hope for team work, at best they might be able to give eachother openings but even that didn't seem likely to him. But the reward was too tempting to turn down, and a little competition never hurt anyone. And with the individual with the blue flames leaving in a hurry, Ethan had no desire to get to the tomb last.

"Understood mysterious cultist, I'll be seeing you again with some bones!" And with that Ethan did his best to catch up to Astaroth, following the light from the blue flames. Ethan was not slow by any means, just as fast as any vampire ought to be but even, quickly scaling a tree in an attempt to not be seen running madly on the ground while also attempting to catch up with the demon.

"Hopefully the can keep up, blue flames seems to wanna rush in and get themselves in trouble. Maybe I should... Hm nevermind" The vampire didn't often work with others, but was by means against the idea either.

The human posed a good question, one he felt he couldn't wait to hear the answer too. Killing the guards would be more efficient if it was necessary to get past as opposed to not being allowed too. "Ah shit, this could be very complicated"

Especially if Ethan needed to feed at any point, his powers came at the cost of increasing his hunger the more he used them. And he doubted he would be given the time for a light snack. Lots of maybes and possiblys, he'd have to see once he got to the location.
Bryan
*With all four having decided to go after the bones themselves, each would arrive at the graveyard just outside the city - it was somewhat lit with a few torches - but farther in laid their target.*

*To call it just a tomb was perhaps an overstatement, though somewhat ruined - the building was large and well decorated, clearly whomever had been buried there had been very well off. Perhaps old treasures still laid within? Yet their first hurtle would be clearly seen - nearly a dozen and half semi ragged garbed locals lurked around and outside the tomb itself. A number of them carried various tools as weapons in one hand, along with a torch as they patrolled about - others might have been seen sleeping against the tomb or even praying before it.*

*Yet nearly all carried similar looks - they seemed drained and almost lifeless, but they were undead - they almost moved mindlessly but would likely react swifty to any sounds or people.*

*It seemed the only way into the tomb itself was through its large ornate doors, of which were guarded by two slightly larger men - but both had that drained look to them; so they likely wouldn't be too much of an issue?* 

*Given all four seemed to decide on their own ways in, this first step could go fairly well... Or utterly terrible.*
Sheridan
Asta seemed ignorant to the vampire boy who quickly followed behind him, the blue demon effortlessly hopping from tree top to tree top. Strangely enough, it would seem that only this tips of his bare, clawed feet touched the leaves before he'd find enough momentum to leap again. 

From above, he'd be able to spot the location the robed man had described, pausing and allowing himself to fall through the trees and onto the thickest branch that would be able to support his weight. He'd grip the branch with the soles of his feet, planting one hand on the trunk of the tree and observing the group of guards before him. There looked to be many more than he had originally anticipated, counting each one with a black-clawed finger and mumbling out each number under his breath.

*"... ... ..."* How should he go about this? Killing them all by himself wouldn't be necessarily *Difficult*, but attacking *Larger* Groups of prey had been more of Ronan's specialty. 

*"Mmh..."* That tail of his swished behind him in thought, eventually conjuring a blue flame that hovered in the center of his free palm. Glowing blue eyes scanned for an area where he could possibly throw it and cause a commotion, however he would briefly glance downwards and behind him as if he was seeking some type of approval from the one who followed him.


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Larry
"Well, not the worst situation that could unfold, actually this is quite up my alley... Except"

He points at the group members, they where all worthless for stuff like this, they stood out too much for any sort of espionage, so he sulked into a shaded area

"Alright then, I'll leave you all to get rid of the easy ones, I'll be sure to clear a path inside"

With that said, his big secret finally revealed, two pairs of spider legs slowly unfolded from his back as they stretched and attached to the wall of a building, and he gripped onto it with all eight limbs as he crawled around to the rooftops, where there he would stay low... Quiet... Near undetectable as he made sure to stay concealed as he traversed until he made it to where the two bigger soldiers where

Though it would take time for him to get rid of it, he had element of surprise, as from his fingertips where a web substance that he begun to weave into sort of a net, a way to capture at least one of them 

"Well, let's just hope they don't cause too much chaos, setups like this are few and far between"
Howard
〖☽〗Fatefully running into these quite... Unique characters wasn't something on Nymvial's to-do list at all . Throughout the whole stroll, she wondered about what she had just encountered. The strange cloaked man, the gathering of unlikely beings, the setting for the meet up? To put it simply, nym wasn't to fond of that previous situation. She couldn't help but wonder if something darker was brewing up. The belligerent demon and seemingly cocky, knife-wielding, freak show heavily contributed to this thought she had running rampant in the depths of her typically crowded mind. 

〖☽〗*Whatever,* She redirected herself internally before rolling her shoulders in attempts to release some of the tension she withheld. She refused to let the off-putting aura make her lose sight of what's important. Blood. She was starving as a matter of fact. Nymvial was typically very dexterous when it comes to alertness, but if you were starving as much as she was, the last thing you'd need to worry about is a bunch of lunatics. She had no time to think about obstacles. Though when they'd get in her way she wouldn't hesitate to eliminate them. 

〖☽〗As the snaky woman crept from shadow to shadow, unfamiliar calculated steps could be heard nearby, and it was safe to say that nymvial hadn't known the origins. Neatly groomed Brows furrowed intensely upon the commotion until luminous silvern globes zeroed in on what seemed to be guards. Though ... Nym gave a slight tilt of her head. They weren't very good at it.

〖☽〗Or so it seemed. They were groggy looking, slow, and mindlessly carrying out a task. Despite their lack of competence, they seemed pretty calculated oddly enough. They kept watch over something clearly valuable, but looked as if a chuck of a pebble could disturb them. Nymvial had always been curious, and the opportunity to learn new things couldn't be passed up. Perhaps a little bit of manipulation and mind games could be put to use. During her brainstorming, Nymvial failed to take notice of any of the acquainted beings creeping about. It didn't matter though, for Nymvial had her sights on something and she was going to get it.
Denna
Once Ethan had caught up to demon Astaroth, the vampire would carefully assess the scene ahead of him. Two large yet tired guards, with the combination of people on this mission such a duo should be easy enough to deal with. And yet, the vampire rubbed his temples.

His gaze met Astaroths, quickly putting his hands up and shaking his head. "Hey now lets slow down with the flames, I'm sure the commotion it would cause wouldn't be worth it. I'm a vampire my friend, so if given the chance I may be able to charm the duo and merely let us in. Failing that, *Then* We should resort to grand displays of violence no?" The vampire attempted to reason with the demon.

Regardless of the response, he hurriedly ran to the guards. Playing the part of a man who desperately needed help. If he wasn't interrupted by his other companions, his vampiric eyes would lock with each of the guards, attempting to charm them. The result wasn't a guarantee, but they did seem already mentally worn down. 

If this worked, he would merely open the door to let his companions in, a proud grin on his face. If not, the vampire would likely jump back and prepare for an altercation. It wasn't that he wanted things to go perfectly smooth, truthly he just wanted a chance to show off.

The vampire was by no means a super spy, not a powerful demon or skilled assassin. But he was keenly aware of what he *Could* Do and how to bring out those skills to the best of his ability. While he was sober that is, something he did his best not to be under normal circumstances. However the job seemed important enough to save that for another time.

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Bryan
*Ethan's rather bold - if not foolish - gamble to charm the duo at the doors would seem to work, but he might have felt something else behind them rejecting his charming attempts, another puppet master perhaps? Nevertheless the duo would begin to try and slowly unlock the tomb door, a creeping chill would begin to escape from inside - but while he had his focus on the duo at the door, a small patrol of the the ragged men began coming from around the corner.*

*Instead of yelling and using their voices, they would seem to groan and wave their weapons toward Ethan, drawing over towards him but not quickly - if they weren't likely shut up they'd stir the others nearby to alertness.*

*The tomb doors seemed heavy, even too heavy for the two guards as they worked to open it up - abit too slowly for anyone's liking.*
Sheridan
The words spoken by Ethan certainly wouldn't fall upon deaf ears, offering him a simple nod in response. It would seem that the demon just might listen to Ethan, depending on what was being said or asked. A quick clenching of his fist would prove to extinguish the conjured flame, instead seeming to be content to remain perched on the branch as he patiently waited to see what the result of Ethan's attempt would be.

Black-slitted pupils narrowed in the dark, seeming to focus on Ethan as he approached with cries of woe. Astaroth had been prepared to leap from the branch to assist if it didn't work in his favor, but that wouldn't seem to be the case. Humans were such feeble and weak-minded creatures, or so he thought.

Clawed toes wiggled against the branch as a plume of steam gradually escaped through Astaroth's nose. To attempt to pass the time from how painstakingly long it was taking the guards to open the door, his eyes attempted to find Damian who seemed to have settled on the roof of the tomb they were trying to break into. The girl who had hid herself in his shadow before was also nearby, but she also seemed to be idle.

*"...Hmph."* Asta huffed, lolling his head back to stare upwards for a moment. He had half a mind to barge inside the second the doors opened fully enough for him to fit through, however he wasn't exactly the darkest creature here, ironic as such may have been. His active flames made him stick out amongst the veil of the night, and while he *Could* Extinguish those as well, Asta simply didn't feel like it. 

As he tilted his head back down, glowing blue eyes would instantly cut over to the group of people coming around the corner and threatened to sabotage their stealth mission. There was a bit of confusion as to why they weren't necessarily being loud about it, but Asta figured this was a good enough time for him to step in.

Calves tensed below him before pushing himself up and away from the tree, almost 'flying' in an arch towards the group. He aimed to land behind them softly in the grass, that tail of his remaining up high in the air as to not accidentally light the foliage on fire. If they all hadn't collectively noticed him at once, Asta would lift a hand to tap at the shoulder of the human who lingered in the back, and if he turned his head to look at the blue demon, the human would quickly find himself snatched; a pair of lips meeting each other. Except— this was no passionate late night kiss. No, instead, this kiss would serve as Asta's first true meal, the demon beginning to 'suck'. The poor unfortunate human who find themselves the victim of Astaroth would quickly begin to feel his very soul being stolen out from within, a light blue wispy aura leaking out from the corners of Asta's mouth.
Larry
Damian would make a *"Tch"* Sound as the others would be all too unstealthy, at least to him and his standards, bright fire, a kiss? This really was a strange group, and one of them trying to take on the big guards, his prey, he wouldn't allow it, as he too had an ego at the least

Finishing with the webs, he slung them down onto the guards, if all went according to plan, he would start pulling them upwards, like a spider, unironically, and begin to spin them around in web so they couldn't escape, only to then pull out a knife and soak it in his saliva, which would dull any pain upon stabbing, preventing them from screaming, if they could even feel pain anyways, but no risks where to unsafe, and so did it regardless

After finishing he would tie their (if succeeded) bodies onto the side of the wall he was hanging off of, and draw another knife, before once again sneaking his way down to assist the others, as he was a man of much job moral, and believed that it wasn't, in fact, every man for themselves 

"Well now, let's see how this progresses, I'd love to see what else they have in store"
Denna
Ethan noticing the guards backed off a few steps, being a vampire with some talent for magic gave him a cerain level of confidence in such situations. But he soon remembered he wasn't alone, and though this job had a certain level of competition they all needed to get it done.

The vampire simply watched the demon and human do their work, deciding to observe and attempt to gauge their skill level. The less Ethan had to use his powers the better, he would like to avoid needing to feed mid job if at all possible. 

If a guard made his way to Ethan he would attempt to fight them off of course, likely resorting to a dagger or spike of ice if he felt threatened. If not, he would simply walk up to his 'companions'

"I believe some team work couldn't hurt! What do you two say? Surely this wont be too difficult with some coordination and our combined uh, let's say talents?"

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Bryan
*The husk of the man that Astaroth had 'eaten' would fall to the ground like a rag doll - his already drained and haggard form now looked more of a husk than before. The taste of the soul, if they had such flavor, would have been compared to a cold stew - as if it had already been eaten away at before. The other three that were closest to the demon quickly turned upon him, raising their makeshift weapons and beginning to attack him.*

*They got much louder as a result, and any of the three would begin hearing the footsteps of the others - and those that had been praying on other side of the tomb. It would soon become a 13 vs 3 fight that was sure to get overly messy - Damian had easily killed the two other guards, hanging their bodies up like the mounted heads of animals, but the numbers were against them.*

*The 4th member of the party was nowhere to be seen however, one might guess she fled or was prowling in the shadows nearby.*

*But they had managed to open the doors, but only just enough for any of the three to enter into the tomb one by one - now came the choice for them all. Linger and deal with the remaining tomb guards, or rush into the tomb and whatever awaited them inside.*
Sheridan
Asta had taken note of Ethan's words, but he simply had no time to respond to them. After all, he still had three more pieces of prey in front of him. As soon as the man's soul was swallowed, Asta would allow his body to drop to the ground, an uneasy growl rumbling in his throat at the taste. It was like eating a rock that had been sitting in a tar pool. Hard to swallow, suited with a nasty aftertaste.

Still, he licked his lips and turned his gaze upon the other three who drew their weapons against him. For someone guarding a seemingly important tomb, their weapons were certainly lackluster. From what Asta knew, they carried simple farming tools. It was nothing to be afraid of.

Asta wouldn't really bother *Dodging* The first swing that came at him, lifting his arm to block a downwards swing from a small little hand sickle. The sickle would strike his skin—though, it wouldn't cut into it too deep; the demon's skin seeming to be quite a lot harder than one would normally expect. Still, he'd use this as grounds for his next attack. Assuming the man would still hold onto the weapon, he'd swing his arm along with the man into the second individual trying to hit him with a pitchfork. Afterwards, Asta would jump back and open his mouth and collectively inhaling. A bright blue glow would be seen gathering within his throat and in the back of his mouth, and in the next second Asta would release a torrent of blue flames aimed to scorch the guards' heads to quickly kill and silence them.
Larry
Continuing his silent warpath, he figured the others had the area locked down, meaning nobody else would be able to bother him as he crept his way towards the crypt entrance, throwing caltrops around him to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him as he checked for locks and traps

"Silly people, is all they think about is murder? Sure it gets the job done but takes too long, maybe they can even get rid of them yet"
 
Taking out a satchel full of lockpicks, he pointed at individual ones and spoke softly 

"Let's see... Combination lock pick... Skeleton key... Rune locks... Ah! Trap picks, perfect"

He says as he removes a slender, very fragile pick meant for disabling traps, he stuck it in his mouth and begun inspecting the door of the crypt, luckily, there was no lock holding it in place, so he opened it without any problems, there wouldn't have been one anyways either way, but now he was waiting for the others to finish their little killing spree

"Cmon, hurry it up, I don't plan on staying here all night because of you guys"
Denna
The situation was getting increasingly more intense, the vampire took a moment to consider his options. Making a dash for the tomb would have been perfectly reasonable, perhaps slamming it shut behind them would allow them to explore uninterrupted. Or the trio would simply end up trapped in a smaller area out numberd by guards. Either way, it seemd their demon friend had already came to a conclusion. 

"In rush are we human? Enjoy yourself a little, not often cults are hiring you know" And with that Ethan joined Astaroth in fighting off the remaining guards. Noone to call for reinforcements at least, right? Not very sound logic, but the vampire wasn't an expert when it came to planning ahead and he likely never would be. 

He fought by shooting ice spikes towards any guards with his range, before closing the gap with his enhanced speed and attempting to slice at the necks of any guards available with his dagger. If he got the chance he would attempt to feed from one of the guards, drinking thier blood till they passed out or perished from the blood loss.

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Bryan
Between the efforts of both Astaroth and Ethan, they were cutting these men down as if they were mere blades of grass - one of Ethan's ice spikes would tear through the remaining fellow that was with the group that tried to attack the demon. Falling the ground and bleeding out, while the other two of his group fell to the grounds with burning heads.*

*The stench of death and burning flesh began to fill the air, the winds beginning to carry it - two other oncoming guards with howling throats found themselves silenced at the hands of Ethan's dagger. While the one he tried to feed from attempted to struggle but fell dead like the others, yet his blood would taste foul to the Vampire likely, much like the soul that the demon had eaten himself earlier.*

*Once there had been 13, was now reduced to only 7 - but the deaths of their fellows didn't make these humans pause, as if nothing more than mere puppets they charged against Ethan and Astaroth without much reason. Howling like animals with their weapons raised - Damian's caltrops would have slowed them down, causing at least 1 one of them to fall over.*

*Damian wouldn't find any traps lurking around the entrance of the tomb or connected to the doors this time, but he would be able to look inside and spotted the broken remains of what had likely been a stone sarcophagus... And what looked like a set of stair leading downwards.*
Sheridan
A human telling a demon to hurry up playing with his food was as dangerous as attempting to take a meal away from a wild tiger. Astaroth had no obligations to listen to the odd spider-man, even if he had heard what he was saying. If they did ignore these humans and closed the door behind him, they'd likely need to deal with them possibly chasing in after him, or worse— they'd find a much larger group outside awaiting their return.

Steam hissed out from the corners of his mouth and nose as he shut his mouth when the guards he blasted with blue fire fell to the ground, a deep growl clicking and rumbling out from the depths of his chest and larynx. Those who were close would be able to feel a deep bass reverberating from off their chest from such a noise. 

The weapon that had been latched into his arm would be raised as Astaroth brought it up near to his face, glowing blue eyes inspecting the wound. He had no reason to fear becoming diseased by such a trivial thing, so in essence, he'd use his other hand to pry the weapon out with a light jerk. The blood that oozed out of the wound was black, Astaroth extending out that odd tongue of his to lick over it and coagulate it. Blue eyes would cut over to the rest of the group charging forth before Astaroth lifted the weapon and chucked it one of them, aiming to strike one in the head. 

Regardless of whether or not it would hit, Asta would then leap into the air once more and position himself near Ethan and landing behind one charging towards him. Asta's hand came up to plunge it through the guards' chest. He clutched a now still-heart in his hand, though he wouldn't hold it for very long, ripping his hand back out just as fast as when it had entered. The demon would then turn to two more and once again he'd open his mouth to spew that blue fire of his to kill them. A black tail whipped and lashed over the ground as he did so, enunciating the demon's heightened and excited state of mind.
Larry
Taking notice of the demons ignorance of Damian's words, he simply shrugged and walked his way over to the door. He thought little of the two, they where too inefficient, seemingly focused more on killing than the actual job at hand. He shook his head as he approached the sanctum

"What's a boy to do eh, can't pick your coworkers..."

Giving a shrug would press himself against the wall to the sanctum. While he had no intention of starting any fights down there, he figured it would be a good idea to scout ahead and gather information while the others were fighting outside. He was the stealthiest out of everyone, after all, but still quite cautious even with his skill, and the knowledge that whatever they where fighting where mere husks

"No traps, door open, luckily it appears I am unnoticed by the guards, all good things but it seems too easy to get in, I understand this is a graveyard however, why would it be guarded like this, seems too light... Hmmmm"
Denna
The vampire glanced at the human, a tad confused at first but merely stuck with the demon in an attempt to finish off the remaining guards. Slowly a plan was forming in his mind as his ruby like eyes glossed over the fierce demon. The demon was likely stronger then Ethan, and the human likely more competent at the stealth aspects of such a mission then Ethan. Ideally he would convince the pair that with all three of them working together, the mission would likely not be too difficult. An assumption, of course.

"My demon friend, I believe if we continue to fight together mere human guards shouldn't be a problem. May I propose we work together? I'm all for senseless blood shed! But I believe the reward is too good to mess this one up"

Ethan continued to throw ice spikes at any remaining guards, how much he could cast such spells was tied to how hungry he was. The more spells he cast, the further his hunger for blood grew. The hungrier he was, the less he could focus on spells. So with that in mind, if the opportunity arose he would feed off a corpse till it lacked blood any more. 

"And human! Whats your plan if theres more dangerous guards in side? Mages, real warriors or some sort of monster waiting ahead? Some patience and team work could help the three of us dont you agree?"

The vampire ripped some clothing from a guards sleeve, wiping his mouth and dagger clean. 

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Bryan
*The demon and vampire made short and easy work of at least 5 more humans. Thus now leaving only 2 left - but unlike their counterparts, these final two men began running away. If they escaped and even managed to make it back to the city, then others would come investigating surely.*

 *Damian on the other hand would only feel the growing chill air from the staircase that would take one farther down - that very chill escaped even to the outside of the tomb, creeping itself over the dead bodies laying outside. There was something far down below, there was little doubt in that - but they would have to go to it. Yet all one might see is darkness if they went down the stairs, of which looked rather narrow.*

*If they still wanted to complete the job itself.*
Sheridan
Once his mouth shut to cut off the spew of flames, Asta would turn to stare down at Ethan as he began speaking to him. That growled rumble had died down a bit, but was still able to be heard. Had it been uncertainty? Or was Asta simply pondering his words? His tail dragged back and forth across the ground as his eyes flashed once. He could have dealt with these human guards by himself if he wanted to, so what exactly did this vampire mean by 'work together'? He thought they already were, as an extension of his kindness for the night!

Still, it seemed the vampire had been a voice of reason towards the human who had already crept his way inside. Asta briefly turned his head to peer inside the dark crevice of the entrance, blinking softly at Damian for a moment before turning his gaze to the retreating humans. There were only two of them... But how much help would they even manage to bring back? He didn't really feel like chasing.

He huffed blue flames out of his nose before turning down towards Ethan, lowering his torso down to his level and giving direct eye contact. And then.. He'd smile. Before he could give Ethan a chance to react, Asta's odd black tongue slipped out and would drag itself up along the side of Ethan's face. A sign of affection perhaps? Maybe he thought the vampire was cute.

Afterwards he'd straighten back up and pointed a clawed finger over to the open entrance. *"Let's... Not waste anymore time. We can... Deal with guards when we come back out. Or... We can make it quick. Retrieve bones and leave before the holy ones appear. Though... You can kill them if you want."* With that, Asta would turn and move to enter inside the tomb.

The chill that drafted up from the entrance below the sarcophagus didn't seem to phase Asta one bit. Sure, it gave him chills, but what was there to fear for a creature like him? He was practically the very essence of evil and un-holiness itself.

 While Asta had no trouble seeing in the dark, the blue flames that flickered from the top of his horns and from the tip of his tail would prove to serve as a makeshift torch. With that, Asta would move to enter inside with his arms casually hanging at his sides; the clicking of black claws tapping against the stairs echoing across the stairwell's enclosed walls.


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Larry
Maintaining his posture as he crept around continuously, he turned around only to come face to face with the blue flame that had been ever so silent in the party. Damian wasn't very amused by how stand-out he was compared to the other members, which was just him and the vampire, but at the very least he was helpful, so far he saw the vampire do not much

"Good evening to you..." 

He says to the demon with a hint of sarcasm, knowing he wouldn't get any form of response back

However now hearing him speak of available options for how to continue their little venture, the choice was obvious to Damian, and should be to the rest of the group 

Before they continued however, Damian shrunk into the shadows, only to appear behind the vampire in a much too stealthy manner, he was quiet, adept at his skill set

"I've killed people like you before, murdered more like, but they always seem so cocky, like assassination cant happen to them because they are special in some way, if you can't hear me coming, what makes you think they would... Just a thought!" 

He says, playfully booping the nose of the vampire as he seeks to answer the demons question

"Now I appear to be the exception here, but you two I'm certain wouldn't fare so well against the holy magic of the templars who will come if we take too long, our priority was the bones, not killing, and so the bones we must take, now then..."

The way down was steep, sure they could all jump down, but how would they get back up, Damian had his legs but still, better safe than not, he began to spin web from his fingertips into a rope like structure, weaving it quickly until it was fairly long, and hopefully long enough to reach all the way down

"We must hurry I'm afraid"
Denna
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, a sort of confused look on his face. His companions were certainly... Passionate! That was one of the words you could use. He wiped his face off after Asta had so kindly introduced his tongue to it. "I hope that means we're friends! And not that you felt like having a taste before eating me, I'm sure I taste horrible by now. Heart that doesn't beat and uh, I hope vampires don't have souls as you seem rather fond of them!"

The vampire raised an eyebrow to the humans... Threat? Was he threatening him? Ethan felt like it at least, and let out a small sigh. "I'm sure all of us here have rather concerning kill counts my dear human! Its not a competition, and I assure you'd find my your most exciting kill yet! But I don't believe I've even had the opportunity to offend you yet... Concerning"

The vampire followed Ethan and gestured Asta to join. "I'd certainly feel safer with someone who can shoot flames on our side. And yes human, I imagine a good bolt of holy light would quite badly! If they got the chance, that it"

The vampre looked down at the steep wat down, shrugging as Damian prepared his robe. "So you could kill me, as long as the way to get me wasn't too high up or two low down? The rope seems to take a moment" The vampire would tease before transforming into a bat to fly his way down instead.

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Bryan
*With the trio now entering into the depths of the tomb itself, the staircase would lead them downwards with only the likely flames of Astaroth's flames providing any light - yet soon the staircase ended and opened up into a slightly wider hallway. The darkness would have hidden much from them, though those that could see through it might have spotted just a bit of what lay ahead.*

*Various skeletons, and even mummies corpses were scattered the whole way down the long hallway - yet if one looked close enough at a few of them, they all seemed to be laying or facing towards the staircase itself. Were they trying to escape before death claimed them? All seemed to still have their former gear on them - perhaps something of use could be found on them?*

*The demonic flames would cast themselves along the walls of the hallway, there appeared to be carved markings here and there along the walls - perhaps old fire marks or left by weapons?*

*The very chill from before was far heavier down below, each step they took down the hallway would seem to increase the chill - and a few of them might even begin to hear faint whispers. Words creeping into their mind and trying to lead one or all astray - or simply just their own minds playing tricks.*
Sheridan
Whether or not the two decided to directly follow down behind him was of no concerning matter for Asta. If he was the only one who descended, that meant the treasure belonged to himself only. But, the flapping of wings following behind him was quickly understood that he was indeed followed by at least one of them. He wouldn't glance back to acknowledge their presence, but rather keep his gaze pointing downwards into the dark depths below.

His pace was casual yet cautious, blue eyes occasionally flicking to the dead bodies on the ground and the inscribed markings on the wall. As soon as the whispers started to gradually sneak into his ears though, Asta would pause in his stride, glancing up... And then back down. Were they spirits? Souls? Or was it a monster capable of driving others mad by this means that was lurking further down below? He once heard that solitude and darkness can play tricks on the eyes if one is not keen.

Steam hissed out from the corners of his mouth as he allowed it to open slightly. The blue-flamed tail tip of his swished from side to side as a familiar blue glow gathered within Asta's throat, before Asta lurhced out a blue fireball aimed downwards. There were two goals with this action: see how far down he had left to go, and also see if any monsters would appear within the light. If none did appear, Asta would huff and continue going downwards until he reached the bottom. The chill still didn't seem to be completely bothering the demon.
Larry
"Kill count? Oh brother, you don't understand, murder is an art, not something you just pick up as a hobby, and it's an art I happen to be very good at... Hmph "Kill count"... Makes one sound like some raging barbarian, who believes planting an axe in someone's head is an appropriate way to kill, I digress, it takes time, patience, like an angler or a... A spider yes! Though it's like you say, I am only human after all!.... Kinda..."

He twitched his spiders appendages and whistled as the web rope he was knitting was close to completion, and that said, on the account of holy warriors who would definitely come sooner rather than later, Damian decided a faster pace was more appropriate 

"That said, our companion here who has neglected to speak all that much does have some pretty flames about them, it's too bad they stand out, that's not very useful, unless bright and intimidating is what your going for I suppose... Either way, it's you two who would suffer the most from holy magic, being of cursed flesh and all, myself? I'd likely be able to survive the element, though knowing those holy warriors, they tend not to hold back on any magic... Speaking of magic, it feels kinda odd here.. Or is that just me? Our employer was pretty strange too but they are paying well, I just hope that if this is some world ending necromancers bones, they will leave me alone to my own devises assuming resurrection is the goal, but what would I know, maybe the boss just wants these bones for their dog to chew on"

Continuing to whistle, and finishing the webbing needed for the rope, he stopped to see what asta was up too... Clearly they where being cautious, looking for something, enemies perhaps, but in his mind, shooting a ball of flame was bound to give them away, and what was the point of it, they could all see fine in the dark... Or he assumed so anyway... Presumptuous on his part but in his defense, he believed night vision was normal for people, having been modified with it as a child
Denna
The vampire turnt bat followed Astaroth closely, he liked his odds better with the demon close by. He would remain in this form for awhile longer, deciding he would be able to avoid any traps far easier in a smaller form and off the ground. Of course this limited his ability to fight if the need showed itself, but one problem at a time.

"Cursed flesh is rather harsh, I'd say improved. But I must agree it does feel sort of, odd being here. You'd think I'd feel more at home raiding a tomb, might need one myself one of these days." The bat made a sort of squeak/chuckle sound, the closest noise a bat could make to a laugh.

Ethan flew ahead just a little, he may as well make use of the things and try and give the others a fair warning of any traps ahead *If* He happened to spot them. He could see fine in the dark, but that of course didn't mean he was all seeing.

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Bryan
*The demonic fire from Astaroth only seemed to chase away the ever lingering chill. Yet the fire would soon find itself falling downwards - hitting against the cold stone.*

*While as Ethan followed from behind the flames might hinder his night vision just a tad. But all he would keep finding was the broken remains of the dead - yet the hallway did seem to start to widen up. Perhaps they were nearing the main chamber?*

*Though the chill had been whisked away for the moment, the whispering now seemed to focus their attention on the ever chatty Damian.*

*The lingering words were perhaps even of the dead that lay around them - mumbling that he wouldn't last against the others. But if he outwitted them, he could escape before a worse fate claimed them...*

*Or perhaps this was all in his head?*