'Attachment' AU (Maya And The Three)

part 1

Ike seemed to notice Mictlans tensed movements but stayed silent. Looking ahead as Soar continued forward with long strides, the long branches of the trees creating some shade as the small beams of light peeked through the small cracks of the leaf's. Shining down on Soars' white figure as the feathers gave off a soft yet subtle glow, Ike's eyes tracing the golden beams if the sun as he walked passed.

Mictlan kept his irritation scowl, his forked tongue flickering out with a hiss. He didn't like this feeling, he despised it! He wanted it to go away...maybe tearing that avian apart would sooth his termiol. No, she was useful....as much as he regretted even thinking about it. If that bird knew so much about those lights in the sky then maybe she had more..useful information in that skull of hers, Ike was by far the most annoying rodent he's had the pleasure of meeting- he was definitely expendable.

The rodent clearly has nothing to offer with those scrawny arms and submissive behavior...at least the rat followed orders.

Soar then stopped as she stared up at the large brick stone towers. Most likely taller than herself and Mictlan combined, the suns light dimming down as the clouds slowly blocked out any rays of light left. The bricks laced with moss and tangled vines that gripped onto the stone and even took a step further and tangled onto the surface of the windowsil, the many wild plants surrounding the sides of the tall tower's. It seemed surprising how Ike was managed to even get inside such a bike and uninviting place...even with his worrisome behavior, her eyes following the stone pillars of the perimeter.

Mictlan seemed to snap out if his thought's as his attention focused on the construction. He's seen many buildings in his time...but nothing like this...temple's, pyramids, palace's, but not towers entirely made from nothing but stone. His eyes wandered to the incantations of the stone pillars, unable to recognize the language.

The door to the towers broken down and protruded by the vines and the many thorns, the structure almost a couple of decades old or even older. Soar peering down at the small entrance and crouching down to step inside the dusty yet cobweb filled tower.....she even wondered how Ike could handle such an unsanitized environment.

As Soar crouched and made her way into the decrepit tower, Ike followed closely behind, his steps lighter and more hesitant. The dusty air filled his nose, causing him to twitch as he tried to stifle a sneeze. The tower’s interior was as dismal as its exterior—crumbling stone walls lined with thick cobwebs, the air dense with age and neglect. Mictlan was the last to enter, his forked tongue flicking out again as an act of irritation.

The avian’s blue eyes scanned the darkened corners, cautious yet undeterred. Her feathers rustled softly as she adjusted her wings, the faint glow they emitted providing just enough light to reveal the contours of the interior. The narrow stone corridor ahead led deeper into the structure, twisting like a maze with every turn seeming to lead further away from the sunlit world outside.

Mictlan’s scowl deepened as they progressed. He felt confined in this place—trapped. His instincts screamed at him to tear it all down until it was nothing but dust, to get away from the narrow passages and thick air. He loathed this claustrophobic feeling, but the promise of answers was enough to keep his claws sheathed. Besides, he couldn’t let Soar take the lead without keeping a watchful eye on her. If she held information crucial to his goals, he needed to extract it before anyone else could.

Ike, still close to Soar, glanced back nervously at Mictlan, who was glaring holes into the back of the bird’s head. The demon shivered, silently cursing his own involvement in this mission. He wanted nothing more than to disappear into the shadows, run away from Mictlans gaze, yet survival often meant enduring discomfort.

Eventually, the trio arrived in a larger chamber, its ceiling arching high above them. Despite the oppressive gloom, faint remnants of intricate carvings and faded murals lined the walls. Soar’s keen eyes recognized some of the symbols—ancient ones, perhaps predating most known civilizations. She paused, tracing her claws along one of the carvings as if trying to decipher its meaning.

Mictlan, his curiosity piqued, reluctantly joined her. “What does it say?” he demanded, his voice laced with both irritation and anticipation.

Soar tilted her head, feathers rippling with faint bioluminescence as she considered her response. “It’s…a warning, I suppose. Something about ‘unveiling truths hidden by the sky.’” Her gaze shifted to Mictlan. “I don’t know the full context yet, but it’s tied to the answers we’re searching for.”

The God hissed lowly, a sound halfway between interest and disdain. He couldn’t decide whether Soar was genuinely useful or just good at playing enigmatic. Either way, it only fueled his desire to keep her around—until he didn’t need her anymore.

Ike, feeling ignored, let his gaze wander. Something in the chamber felt off to him, though he couldn’t pinpoint what. A draft, perhaps? A subtle change in the scent of the stale air? His nose twitched as he tried to make sense of it, but all he could detect was the heavy scent of moss and ancient stone. Just like he remembered.

“So, we just keep following this trail of cryptic messages until we find what we're looking for?” Mictlan growled, his patience wearing thin.

Soar nodded, unbothered by his hostility. “That’s the idea. If these towers were built to track demons and threats, or even hide knowledge, they’ll also hide the way to access it.”

“Or hide whatever killed the guy's who built this place,” Ike muttered under his breath, earning himself a sharp look from Mictlan.

Before any more words could be exchanged, a faint rumbling noise echoed from somewhere deeper in the tower. The sound was distant, but unmistakably moving toward them. Soar’s feathers bristled, and even Mictlan stiffened, his eyes narrowing with predatory focus. Ike’s ears flattened, and he instinctively took a step closer to the angel.

“Looks like we’re not the only one's here,” Soar said quietly, her voice calm but her stance ready. She spread her wings slightly, casting a wider glow around them as the shadows crept closer. Mictlan reached for his sword, ready for a fight. Whatever was approaching, they were about to find out whether it was an obstacle—or just another key to unlock the mysteries of the tower.