He watched as Jason and his sister, Molly, walked away from the Guardian Agent. Victor was watching the fights as they happened, and he wasn't happy with the results. This was exactly the kind of thing his pastor was talking about. Victor shook his head in disgust. Brick sat next to him and said, "She's trying to make a team." Victor turned his head to him. "A team of human fighters against us. But it won't work." Victor asked, "Why not?" Brick had a sad look on him, "Because our Host will know, and he'll set them up against each other."
Later that night, Victor was reading his Bible. He sensed something. He closed his book and sat up, trying to focus on this new sense he discovered. There was someone walking in the hallway, he could hear it somehow. Passing his room. There was a certain smell to the stranger. He smelled.......desire, lust. He grabbed his shirt, and his spell book and walked out of the room.
Once he was out of the hallway, he ripped the staff off his necklace and it magically grew into its regular size. He crept down the hallway, tracking the perpetrator's path. He heard the intruder stop, and he listened to his breathing. He tried to open the door, and found that it was locked. Victor watched as he pulled out something sharp and picked the lock. The door opened, and he was about to enter before Victor did something completely stupid.
"Hey." The man spun around and locked eyes with Victor immediately. He was the prisoner that was watching the match with the rest of the competitors, except, Victor suspected that he wasn't watching the games exactly. Victor said, "You wouldn't just-so-happen to be lost, would you?"
The prisoner cursed at him and started to step into the room. Victor only had one word. "Telepatron!" The door slammed on the prisoner and forced him back into the hallway. Victor then had a feeling, deep in his core, he started chanting:
"You walk in places you should not dwell,
With evil intentions, you need not tell,
For that, you shall dine with Lucifer,
IN HELL!"
The shadows danced around the prisoner and Victor. As he finished the rhyme, arms formed out of shadow and began to pull down the prisoner. Hands covered his mouth, so he couldn't curse any louder. The prisoner was being pulled into the ground, and as the last of him was disappearing, Victor saw that they were not alone. Molly was standing at the door of the bedroom, in one of the night gowns that was provided. Her hands covered her mouth. She was horrified at the scene.
Victor said, "He came to do you harm, he won't bother you any more."
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