When the signal was given, everyone opened their respective doors simultaneously. As Gajol and Elta made their way through the door, they suddenly found themselves in what almost seemed to be in the exact same room as before, as though they came in through the original entrance. However, rather than the menagerie of portals in the walls, there was one door per wall, none on the floor and none on the ceiling either. Behind them, the door they'd gone through closed itself and disappeared, leaving them with only the three others. Gajol stepped into the middle, her gigantic sword over her shoulder, and asked, "So, what door do you want to go through now?" seeing that there was little else for them to do.<br/><br/>As for Mirnea, she fell forward at the door frame, landing on her chest on a floor that went at a right angle from the 'ceiling' of the last room. When she stood again, she would see that she was surrounded by creatures that were undeniably inhuman, but somehow attractive. A few of them were succubi and incubi, some were half-fiends, and many of them were tieflings. The room was far too large to have been inside the church, looking to have been at least the size of the praying hall. The floor was a cobblestone pattern of dark and cool gray rocks, primarily schist and basalt. Many of them quickly mad a circle around her, some throwing themselves at her feet while others grazed their fingertips over her scars gracefully and lustfully. One of them, a very tall incubus, stood behind her and pressed his hot loins upon Mirnea's rump, his crotch being shielded from her by his leather pants. One of his arms was laid over her chest, wrapping his fingers over her shoulder, the other crossing over her lower stomach, his silky fingertips barely invading her more personal space through the top of the loincloth she'd been issued while a prisoner. There was something about his hold that, in spite of how soft and gentle it was, seemed powerfully restricting, done with little genuine effort applied.<br/><br/>His voice sinister but charming and polite, the incubus whispered into her ear, "<span style="color: plum">You should stay with us, beautiful thing. What would you say to unbridled passion, everything one could lust for being fulfilled?</span>" He gave a nibble on her earlobe before continuing, "<span style="color: plum">Your scars speak not of troubles, but of power. You are, by far, of too great of might for us to have hope in defeating you, and so we offer ourselves to you, followers of slavish devotion for the rest of your life.</span>" He took a deep breath of air that was filtered through her hair, absorbing Mirnea's scent.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: plum">We all desire the honor of you laying your hands on us, to grace us with your touch, just as we will do to you...</span>"<br/><br/>Whether Ayariel's luck could be considered better or worse was uncertain, for she had found herself back in the hallway with a staircase that had led to the where the carnage had begun in the main room of worship in the church. Behind her, the door disappeared with a puff of smoke.<br/><br/>Inyrra and Allura's luck, however, was abysmal in comparison. They were thrown into a room that was of a decent size with a very high ceiling. It looked as though they were in some kind of pit, as there was a railed pathway that looked down into the area, about fifteen feet above. In the moment of disconcerting, Inyrra found herself ejected into a pair of arms that were for the most part human, although the skin was a slightly reddish, russet brown with clawed nails. They pressed her against the barrel chest of, when she looked up, what happened to be a very large glabrezu. His canine face stared into Inyyra's with its vibrantly glowing purple eyes. He made a fierce growl before saying, "<span style="color: brown">You mortals, among the more vulgar ones, have a rather ludicrous threat that is something along the lines of 'I will fuck you with a rake.'</span>" His eyes narrowed a bit.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: brown">I, on the other hand, will fuck you with far worse.</span>" He emphasized his words by clacking his pincers together loudly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>