Castle of Devils

Roman Finds the Room, Virgil and Valak Forgive

So I was supposed to post this on Wednesday. Sorry about that. And I'm just now realizing how long it's been since I've updated so sorry about that too. I'll be updating some other fics too and a whole brand new fic and I'll be adding a fic that I haven't added here yet so if you really care you have that to look forward to.
Warnings: mentions of past death, mentions of temporary death, past blood mention, deceit, let me know if I missed any.

Virgil sat bolt upright. His eyes widened as he took in deep breaths, he glanced around his room, taking in the various dark objects standing out in the darkened space. He frowned as he climbed out of bed and opened his safe. He could tell there was something different in the air. He bit his lip as he grabbed a stack of cash and quickly moved through the castle and snuck into Roman's room. Not even worried about being caught since he already knew the owner wasn't there, Virgil placed the money in Roman's things. He was prepared for the worst, and now? It was time to face the music. 

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Roman crept through dark cold halls, his footsteps as light as he could make them. He slipped down the icy stone stairs, the air around him getting colder the closer he got to his destination. He walked down a dark hallway with fear and trembling. He only stopped once he came to a giant oak door. He frowned as he noticed the wood plank barring the door shut. With a quick glance around, he surged forward and removed the bar and set it against the wall. He reached out to open the doors but stopped just short from touching the handle. He was scared. Scared that he was going to find out that what he dreamed wasn't just a dream. He was scared of what he would find inside the room. He was petrified. He didn't want the cashier to be right. He didn't want to do what he promised. He didn't want- Roman's train of thought broke off as he heard the unmistakable sound of creaking wood. 

Roman watched in frozen horror as the door creaked open before him. His heartbeat rapidly in his chest as he caught the first glimpse of the room behind it. He somehow knew exactly what it would look like before he even saw it. Flashes of a memory that was not one of his own. It flashed through his mind as if triggered by the small glimpses of the room before him. He slowly pressed forward despite his fear and entered the room. 

Roman felt an ice-cold chill shiver up his spine. In an instant, candles lit up in a row along the walls. The room was bathed in an eerie light and he soon discovered that he could see his breath as it blew out into the air around him. Roman wrapped his arms around himself as he inspected the room as much as he could in the dim lighting. There were cobwebs all over and a titanic amount of dust layered everywhere. It looked exactly like it had in his dream. It was terrifying. 

Then Roman glanced down. He suddenly noticed a dark spot on the floor. His heart leaped. He shakily got down on his knees to get a closer look. Brushing away some of the dust he took a quick intake of breath. On the stone floor, there was a big stain on the floor. Although pale and quite faded, the original color was easily distinguishable. Red. But not just any red. Not an apple red, not a neon red. It originally had to be a deep crimson red. A blood-red. 

Everything was beginning to weigh down on him. It was all crushing him. The dream. The room from his dream. The bloodstain on the stone. Thoughts rushed around Roman's head. Virgil? Did Virgil, sweet, loving, caring, sarcastic, Virgil actually kill someone? How?!? How could he?!?! Roman froze. What was that? A brief silence and then the sound came again. Roman's eyes shot over towards the doorway, the black of the night beyond the doors seemed to be alive as the shuffling sound came closer. Urgency shot through Roman's spine and began to backtrack. "No, no, no, no!" He whispered as he shook his head, frightened. Tears streamed down his face as his back hit the wall behind him. The cold from the rock seeped through his shirt as he began to shiver in fear.