Victor looked around the hall, his every muscle of the body taut.
Nothing.
His shoulders eased, and he walked out of the crevice.
Then, he froze.
As Kate emerged behind him, she exclaimed, "What the Hell-"
Feena's jaw dropped, words stuck in her throat.
Before their eyes stood a statue, encircled by burning candles. It was grotesque with big horns emerging from its forehead, and four clawed hands frozen mid gesture. Where a face should be, it was only smooth, unbroken stone. Its chest was like a woman's and its lower body like a man's.
"Demon of Lust!" Feena exclaimed.
"What?" Victor shouted, spinning toward her.
Feena nodded grimly, "The Demon of Lust used to rule the Neero world a long time ago. Some still worship it."
"You meant to say that we were influenced by it?" Kate shrieked in disbelief.
"I think so, the flame was there-- it only blew on it," Feena answered with furrowed brows.
