<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/U6KJ97j.jpg)</div>As the statue settled into place, the bookshelf did indeed swing open. A stone stairway wound down deeper into the castle, an ominous red glow was visible from below, accompanied by the sultry moans that Imre had expected to hear when she first pressed her ear against the door. Descending the stair softly, she could hear the moans growing louder. There she saw a well-appointed ritual chamber, lit by black candles glowing an eerie dark red, with pentagram inscribed into the floor. In the middle of the circle lay Lord Zerillion, wrapped in a bizarre cocoon of chains. Straddling his waist was a stunningly beautiful woman with golden hair, her hips rolling as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She closed her dark eyes, and when she opened them again tears of blood began to run down her face, though her expression remained rapturous. Her back arched, thrusting out her ample breasts, and black-feathered wings sprouted from behind her, like a dark angel. In her hands, she held a shimmering blue rope that looped around the Lord's neck.