Spike chuckled.  "I'm thinking I should feel insulted."  But he walked in, hand out to hold Raven's hand as they moved into the dreary house.  It was no happier looking inside.  Like it had been furnished in the Victorian era and left to slowly decay since.<br/><br/>The demon leading them starts down an elaborate black wrought-iron spiral staircase.  As they follow, the air gets thick with the smell of musk and spices and underneath all that, a smell of embalming fluid and antiseptics.<br/><br/>The demon opened a door, and waved them inside.  "She is in there."<br/><br/>They moved into the room.  It was dim to begin with, and the air was thicker here than elsewhere, hazy, humid, but still breathable.  In the rear of the room, there was bubbling pool.  A head emerged from it.  For someone called The Hag, it was a remarkably attractive face, if inhuman.  Pale blue skin, gold-slitted eyes, slightly pointed teeth.  Long blackish-green hair.  The body was obscured under the bubbling frothing water.<br/><br/>Next to the pool was one stone bench.  "Sit," She said, her voice musical, with odd undertones that hung in the air.<br/><br/>