Azoth paused midstep when he heard the chittering noise the demon made as it approached. "Who's there?" He demanded, his voice reverberating off the walls of the hall. "Show yourself," he said as he turned his head back and forth, finally bringing it back to center- only to see the demon uncoiling in front of him. It screamed, and attacked. Azoth lunged to the side in an attempt to dodge, but agile movements like this had never been his strong suit, and the demon scored a glancing blow. Azoth hissed in pain and turned, holding fire in his mouth as he did. As long as he was holding it here, the others could find what they were looking for and get out as fast as possible- unless there were nastier things hiding in this accursed place. He breathed fire at the creature, hoping to catch it alight.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>At Mary's question, Eve paused. She wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been doing this- she hadn't really kept track. Anything before demon slaying seemed sort of unimportant. "A long while," she said finally. "Since I was a kid." She rested her arms on her knees, contemplating how to explain the function of this place. "It's a prison, sort of, for demons that lost in a war long ago. The barriers between here and the human world are weakening, though, and creatures that shouldn't get out might. Azoth and I try to make sure that doesn't happen." The whole history behind it was something Eve had never been very good at explaining. She'd never had much reason to.