(( Sorry ))<br/><br/>Vagile looked around the room laden with bone fragments and sometimes whole skeletons still constrained to the shackles that bound them here. A prison, that's what it seemed to be, or a torture chamber. Whoever these people were they had been long forgotten. Vagile wondered what it must have felt like to be constrained to live in such a place. No sunlight, no interaction with life outside these walls, and being completely dependent on whoever looked after them. Only given what was necessary to survive perhaps going days without food or water. It must have been hell.<br/>"Whoever opposes Lilithmon will probably be given the same fate....or maybe not." Vagile crouched down and observed the skeletons more closely. "Why would a goddess of lust imprison people when it's far more beneficial to her to feed off their lust for her? Why put them out of sight? Wouldn't you want lustful people to be around you at all times?" Vagile stood back up and brushed himself off. "Plenty of questions, but no answers for them. How typical." He coughed out some of the dry, stale air that had entered his lungs. This was probably the first time in many years that this door had been opened. "Perhaps there are clues to be found around here somewhere."