Castle of Devils

Late Night Mob and Themed Living Rooms

Warnings: fire, blood mention, wound, angry mob, angry words?, gun mention, like it brief, I think that's it please let me know if I missed any.

Roman groaned as he rubbed his eyes, setting the book down, he climbed out of bed and crossed to his window. He leaned out the window, getting a small breath of fresh air before he closed the window and went to bed. He smiled softly before he glanced down and noticed what seemed to be a sprinkling of some kind of dark substance on the stones outside. He felt uneasy bubble in his stomach as he stared at it.

Roman shook his head and closed the window before closing the curtains. Just my mind playing tricks on me. That's all. Roman crawled back into his bed and snuggled under the covers. He closed his eyes after flicking the light off. Soon, he fell into a fitful sleep, filled with dark figures, sharp fangs, and glistening blood.

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Roman bolted upright as he heard the unmistakable sound of what could only be described as angry screams. His fear filled eyes darted around frantically in search of the source of the disturbance. “ MONSTER !” Roman's head whipped over to see the light flickering against his curtains. Roman whipped his covers off as he flew over to the window. Ripping his curtains aside he saw a mob outside the gates armed with torches and pitchforks. Roman wouldn't be surprised if there were a few hiding guns down there.

He opened his window and leaned out to get a better look as harsh angry words fell upon his ears. Fear filled Roman as he watched the mob bang their pitchforks against the wrought iron gates while shouting vile things at the castle or, Roman assumed, his host. Words like, “monster”, “devil”, and “beast” rang through the air as the people screamed. What they were angry for, Roman didn't know. All he knew, all he could feel, was fear. Fear for the people, fear for himself, fear for Virgil.

Then, the sound of the great doors opening pierced the air. The crowd went silent as what Roman could only assume was his host showing his face to the people. Roman quickly darted from his room, hurrying down the stairs to protect his host.

As Roman flew down to the front hall, outside, out of nowhere, a crack of lightning lit up the sky so bright it was almost day. A roll of thunder quickly followed and then the skies opened up, pouring rain immediately drenching the crowd of people and snuffing out their torches. They all froze for a few moments before dropping everything and screaming as they fled.

Roman skidded into the front hall just as Virgil was coming in,  carrying a bundle of what must have been the abandoned torches and pitchforks, drenched and letting out small chuckle. Roman froze, open mouthed as he watched the other dump the bundle in a pile next to the door before closing it again. Virgil turned to him and shrugged. “Finders, keepers I suppose.”

Roman blinked. Unfreezing himself, he turned to Virgil who had started to walk away. “Are you alright?” He asked.

Virgil froze. Was he alright? No one had ever asked him that before. It made him painfully aware of the metal in his wounds hiding underneath his clothes that he had yet to pull out. Of course he wasn't alright. “Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?” He asked.

Roman narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried to determine if Virgil was lying or not. After a few moments, he sighed. “Yeah, just a little shaken, is all. I was nervous they would somehow get in.”

Virgil nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment. “If you want,” he started, slowly. “You could explore the castle, and find the exits in case you feel the need to flee for whatever reason.”