Lucien begins oozing dark, dark blood from his pores - a foul smell floods the air, inundating Kiril's senses as the blood reaches the street and sinks into the earth between the cobblestones, leaving dark stains behind as it does so. Kiril might find it curious that the earth almost welcomes the blood, seemingly drinking it up (it simply drains unreasonably fast). He also notes that the blood flows a distinct distance away from the tendrils - almost as if it refuses to touch them.
Ennius drops a torch onto the spot where the blood flowed out and sets it alight.
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Lucien's head feels like it's being pounded by a gang of hammer wielding giants, he feels like a man stranded in a desert, being dipped up to his neck in sweet, sweet god-blessed water - but he cannot crane his neck far enough to bring his lips to the cool fluid.
His blood is drunk eagerly by the earth, and he feels a black stain spreading across the souls of the spirits below. They struggle briefly against the will of the Demon but succumb fully with startling speed.
The spirits gather up beneath Lucien, and what feels like a dozen whispering voices plead with him, beg him even - to tell them his will.
When Ennius drops the torch on Lucien's blood and picks him up, slinging him over his shoulder, the spirits scream in outrage. Lucien feels them preparing to come out of the ground and attempt to rend Ennius limb from limb for his presumptions. Not his picking up of Lucien, mind you, but the burning of that sweet nectarine blood.
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Sherazhina frowns and states with unwavering certainty - "Something's just gone horribly wrong."
Kiril cannot help but agree, his preternatural senses fill him with terrible foreboding.
Lucky for him that he arrived at such a late hour, most of the city is asleep. Other than perhaps a beggar or two in the nearby alleyways, there are no witnesses to what is about to happen.
Elias draws his sword and sighs, facing Lucien, "Just when I thought we caught ourselves a break." The first words he's spoken since they got back to Sofia. No doubt the captain had been looking forward to a break.