For a long moment, the two of them remained where they were, sitting on the cold, dirt-caked floor with their only surviving lantern at their side. The weak light flickered between them, throwing their weary faces into trembling relief and painting the ruined passageway in shades of gold and shadow.
The realization still hadn't fully settled in.
The presence of a demon here, in the hearts of Mariana, had come as a great shock to the both of them. It wasn't one of the common fiends he repelled or slayed with a vial of lycobane serum. No, this one was far worse. It could wear a human face. It could be anyone at all. At first, he found the old man strange, but not once did it cross his mind that he was a demon.
It was alarming.
The thought alone was enough to chill Leonardo's blood.
