He felt her grip on his arm after she had gotten up from his embrace. He was about to stand when he felt him body pulled though something, and then he was not in his room anymore. He was somewhere else. It looked like a part of hell, but at the same time not. It seem less fire, and just more death and darkness. He got up right away, and then saw the massive three headed dog that was the guard there. He knew of this creature, and what it guarded. But to see it in person was something else. He was told that it had the power to best even the most powerful of demons, and even angels. That there hand only been one person to really best it in combat, that name to him was lost. But had it seemed to look over the two raven demons, it just acted as if nothing was wrong. But when all six of its eyes looked at him, its lips pulled up and a growl came from deep with in its chest. Marcus felt the need to meet what he thought was a challenge. But Corbin's voice was commanding, and stopped the best in its tracks.<br/><br/>He watched as his mate lead him to the gates. He did not need to be told where he was, after seeing the dog that was enough, but to see the gates that few of his kind even talked about was something else. He saw how much of her strength Vivian used to try and open them. He reached out his hand to push the gates open himself, but something told him that was not a good idea. He could feel very strange power here, and it was not the kind of power that he was to be messing with. Corbin aided his mate in the task of opening the door, and he felt like all he was to the both of them now was just a sack of flesh. But the hand on his arm was hers, and he felt like he was needed here. So he would stay. He saw the other raven demon, and just thought it was someone of there clan. But the worlds "Daughter" hit him strong. This was his mates mother. He would tell that she had a strong mother, being able to bear such a strong daughter, but seeing her in person was shattering his guesses as to what she would be. He did not say a word, but his hand rand down the length of his mates hair, trying to sooth her a little while he stood in-front of the gates and her sires.<br/><br/>He wondered if her mother was talking about the mating bond when she spoke of it being stronger to handle such a son. He felt a ping of guilt that he did not take the full time to strengthen the bond that was there mating before laying his demonic seed deep with-in her. His both tensed at the thought that he could have been the one that was at fault for all of this. He could have hurt his mate, and made her father hurt her to save her. He challenged his father on false ground and now everything was seeming to fit into place. He did not voice a word of his guilt, but he know that his body language had changed a little, and his body was tensing up.