[She makes her point but whatever is inflicting this mental influence isn't listening. The farther down she goes the worse it gets, to the point by the time she finally reaches the bottom it's a full-blown panic attack. Whatever is down here is something the dreamer of this world truly fears.
They'd tear Kokoro's mind apart to escape it. They really want to.
But as it stands they can't. The stairs lead to a large room that somehow looks like it cost even more to make then the area upstairs. Pillars made of pure white marble, fancy silk over a small alter that has a small mirror in the center. There's a magical circle carved into the floor and the language is some daemon one. A summoning circle, although curiously the words don't mention the name of whatever's being summoned.
Although the room is quiet, Kokoro isn't alone. There's a young woman before the alter with short brown hair and green eyes. She's dressed modestly with a simple black dress and black heels.
The second the woman turns to face Kokoro and smiles, the feeling she experienced on the way down returns with a vengeance. There aren't any words anymore. Just the feeling of betrayal, pain and fear. A bone-deep rage, caught somewhere between running away, running up to her and hugging her, or strangling the woman on the spot.]
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They'd tear Kokoro's mind apart to escape it. They really want to.
But as it stands they can't. The stairs lead to a large room that somehow looks like it cost even more to make then the area upstairs. Pillars made of pure white marble, fancy silk over a small alter that has a small mirror in the center. There's a magical circle carved into the floor and the language is some daemon one. A summoning circle, although curiously the words don't mention the name of whatever's being summoned.
Although the room is quiet, Kokoro isn't alone. There's a young woman before the alter with short brown hair and green eyes. She's dressed modestly with a simple black dress and black heels.
The second the woman turns to face Kokoro and smiles, the feeling she experienced on the way down returns with a vengeance. There aren't any words anymore. Just the feeling of betrayal, pain and fear. A bone-deep rage, caught somewhere between running away, running up to her and hugging her, or strangling the woman on the spot.]
Hello. Why have you come down here, little girl?