Sevriel rolled his eyes as he watched his daughter ogle the nun while they made their way through the pitch black room.
He wished he could sense Devi at all, but all he could smell was death on this place.
"Do you sense your mother here?" Sevriel asked, sniffing around.
"Yeah, he's here, but his life force is very weak. He should be really close, I didn't break us into this room for no reason. Mom should be just across the hall," Triana darted back against the wall just in time to hide from the security guards. She drew the shadows around herself, moving quickly over to Esther's side and washing those shadows over her.
"I don't see anyone, but what the hell!" One of the guards shouted to the other as he looked over the shattered window.
"Go home, you two don't get paid enough to die for this place," Sevriel growled, stepping out of the shadows and spreading his wings wide in warning.
The guards paled at the sight of his glaring red eyes and snarling mouth. Faster than he had expected the two turned and ran for it.
"Are you sure that was a good idea?" Triana asked, letting the men run by her.
"They aren't a part of this; they're just trying to feed their families. I didn't sense that they had any idea what was really going on here."
They smelled the blood before they even opened the doors. There was so much blood everywhere it looked like a room used for paintball.
"It looks like the ones they operate on sometimes try to escape," Triana pointed to the bloodied streaked handprints on the walls and floors.
"Oh my God!" Sister Esther couldn't help but stare in horror, tears threatening to pour down her cheeks as she looked over the mangled bodies stretched out on the operating tables.
"Mom is in here, I can feel him!" Triana shoved her way around, trying to ignore the failed operations that decorated the room. She had only one goal, and it wasn't to feel sorry for the ones that were already gone, it was to save the one that still hung on by a thread.
She came to a halt by a table where a small shuddering form was curled in on itself. Reaching up she gently lay a hand on the grey cheek, it felt so cold.
"Dad, get over here! Hurry! His body temperature is low! That'll kill him quicker than his wounds!" She shouted, climbing up on the table she wrapped her arms around Devi's small nude body and hugged him tightly. She concentrated on her own body temperature, raising it until her skin sizzled, but even that would be co comparison to Sevriel's warm wings, they could cover more of the little demon than she could ever hope to.
"Let me see what they did to him!" Sevriel growled, stalking around the table.
"That's not important until he's warmed! Get up here! Wrap him in your arms and wings!"
Sevriel did as she said, though it was awkward to say the least for a man of his impressive size to fit on the little table with both Triana and Devi. He folded his wings down over around both of them.
"I'll watch the door just in case," Esther smiled, glad that they had gotten there on time.
