Salvi, Florence, and Gabe all gasp suddenly. And in a flash, each of them get flung up against the walls. Hunter shrieks and cowers, almost covering her ears. The hounds are all barking back to back. Jameson screams, startled by the barking and too young to make sense of what's happening.
The whole place has a darkness flooding it, a powerful energy.
"Hello, children."
The voice is inescapable, in the air, in their ears. The power all around them is bigger than them. Mari's necklace makes a shrill, haunting sound and the light goes out in it. There is no longer energy there, as if it snuffed itself out.
"You fucking- infants."
The door flings open and Damien strides in. Gabe's eyes widen. All Damien does is hold up a fist, and Gabe starts losing the last of his energy. Dying, gasping.
"A deal is a deal. Three servants, three hellhounds for the book. I can let you keep these three... including this... traitor of the blood pact. Or I can give you new ones. But I want to make a fuckin' clarification.
You do not free them without consulting me."
He says darkly, Gabe kicks his legs against the wall and flails, as he clutches at his throat. Mari has only seconds to choose.