" She had become like they are. " - (Don't Fear) The Reaper; Blue Öyster Cult
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"Will you sing to us?" the soft voice of a young girl asks the succubus. Ren gently strokes the young girl's hair as her head rests comfortably in her lap. The room is dark, dim, and damp. The scent of sulfur and brimstone accompanied by the sweet scent of copper is overwhelming and an unbearable heat and humidity suffocates Ren and a small group of four young children.
The girl in her lap cries softly as they sit on the hard stone ground. Their surroundings would resemble a prison cell, that is, if there were even four walls to surround them. No, the room is simply a cold stone floor, stained in dry blood; the red rock beneath them heated like coals. A pure black shadow surrounds them in place of four walls, giving the illusion that one could simply walk off into the darkness and never return, but looks are deceiving. It's as if the darkness is encased in an invisible wall, a wall that the succubus is currently resting against as she gently comforts the young girl who's resting her head in her lap while a young boy leans against her opposite side, his face buried in her shoulder.
Ren doesn't know how long she'd been locked away in this cell in the lower levels of the underworld, time moves so differently between realms that she's lost all sense of time. The only indication of the passage of time she can perceive is from the continuous cycle of children coming in and out of the container she has been tucked away in.
When Amon was through with her, he'd discard her into this cell until his next need for her arose. Ren noted that the other four children in her current cell had been here the longest--in contrast to some of the younger ones who had been thrown in and whisked away in just a few seconds. She became the only source of comfort to them, the only person they could look to for protection.
"Please sing to us?" the young boy asks and Ren sighs.
"Alright," she relents. The phrase 'voice of an angel' does have some truth to it, as with a simple melody, Ren has the ability to lull the children into a small sense of safety. "All our times have come, here but now they're gone, seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun, and the rain. We can be like they are." She sings softly, the children around her smiling as a comfort washes over them.
As she goes to begin the chorus she's abruptly stopped as a loud presence enters the room, emerging from beyond the darkness that surrounds them. Ren silences herself and the children immediately go back to cowering in fear as the demon steps into what little light filters through the room.
The demon Adramelech towers over the group, his skin burned red and skeletal protrusions poking out of the warped flesh. Curved horns emerge from his head and haunting orange glowing eyes look down at the succubus. At the sight of the entity, the young girl curls up into Ren's lap as the others rush to cower in the corner behind her. His blazing eyes scan over the crowd of five before landing on the young girl shaking in fear in the succubus' arms.
