The Tartaruchi held an impaled watcher on their metal claws.
The tormented creature thrashed and bucked against the spirits holding it, inadvertently worsening it's own wounds.
A sinister green light poured out of the watcher's body and bathed the room in it's twisted radiance.
Abaddon thought he recognized the feeling echoing out of the creature's body. But he couldn't be sure.
"Hold him down!"
The watcher stopped screaming when it heard him yell out.
It pointed a long, spidery finger in his direction and spoke in a trembling voice.
"You… It's you…!"
"Man, this is some scary shit.." Satan backed away timidly.
Zahara called the big red demon a wuss under her breath. Just this once, he didn't seem to have anything to say in retort.
The watcher suddenly began to shake violently.
It's head suddenly twisted a full 180 degrees. It's featureless face stared holes into Abaddon with a hint of clarity.
Abaddon could no longer ignore his hypothesis.
"…You're here, aren't you?"
