Creed and Kevin followed her through the portal, and upon reaching the other side Kevin surveyed the surroundings. The place smelled of blood and reeked of agony. He had been to places like this one, but never one as hellish. He found himself averting his eyes from the souls that remained, unable to look at them. It actually sickened him, which was quite the feat, seeing this place. He didn't like that Mia was willing to drop them all into a pit if it got her across and not give any fucks. He liked it a lot less, when he saw what this girl did to these people. Sure he was a bit twisted himself, but this was a completely different level of crazy. 'this bitch is fucked up!' Oh, now he gets it. I was wondering when he'd figure this out... he didn't really know Mia. At all.
Creed, on the other hand, found it... grand. He took in a large whiff of all the smells, death, turmoil, fear, blood, he could smell the very emotions of those caught by Mia, as each one was more concentrated then the last. Out of all of the above, there was a crushing feeling of hopelessness about the place that he found absolutely... amazing. For the short walk, he preferred to run. He ran around like a kid in a zoo, and he loved every exhibit. Clarent, in his sheathe, shook lightly. He smelled the blood as well, and he sensed the agony, the misery, the utter hopelessness. He had no idea where the girl Creed had followed had brought them, but he was impressed. He had been the instrument of many civilizations' destruction, and in his wielders' insanity, many of them had made many torture chambers, whatever you want to call it, and they all made ones more brutal than the last, but this wasn't brutal... it was just plain art.
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