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The young girl paused at the stairs before her, not really knowing how she should continue. The stairs led down into the basement of the Kutsumine, namely the largest Church in all of Capulett City.

Creepy part was, she couldn't see anything beyond the third step. She never thought to carry a flashlight with her, then again she never expected to stumble upon the hidden steps either. The church was empty besides the few nuns or ministers walking about, herself dressed to the likeness of a nun.

She was no such thing, it was a simple facade, one the granted her full access to this mysterious place. Although popular, Kutsumine Church of God was built on less than holy ground. If anyone bothered to ready their history, which few did, a huge tower once stood in this Church's place. The name of it was lost to her, but it surely had to exist.

It was some time before she took the first step, and her foot seemed colder already. Taking in a deep breathe, she briskly stepped into the darkness. Her hands trailed the walls, as not to lose her balance. To her surprise, she didn't miss a step or stumble. In this darkness it could be fatal if she fell, she doubted she would be looked for.

Finally there were no more steps, and the wall to her right disappeared. I chill sparked itself at the base of her spine, but didn't travel. She continued forward, faster now.

SMACK

Well, she succeeded in finding a wall.

The wall, surprising as it may be, wasn't cold at all. It felt smooth and lukewarm, like heated marble. She turned and found the right wall had not left, but rather she seemed to be in a hallway that curved right on her.

After what seemed like forever, and stumbling over various rocks that lay in her path, she was ready to turn around. Not being able to see kept her painfully alert, but her two only working senses were the ones she hardly needed right now.

It was completely silent, and that had to be an understatement. The silence didn't even ring in her eyes, it just sounded... dead. If she hadn't been able to feel the walls and floor she might have thought herself suspended in nothingness.

She stopped then, feeling both walls disappear. She tested her feet further and found the cause, it was some sort of drop off, and who knew how far it fell? Sighing dejectedly, not really happy she had to stop now, she turned around to head back up when she froze.

Turn back around.

It was a voice, but a whispered one. She couldn't tell if it was male or female, hell she couldn't even tell which direction it came from. The voice filled her with a sense of dread, but she pushed it away and turned back to where the drop off seemed to be.

She walked until she found the edge, what now?

Jump

Alright, so that didn't sound stupid at all. If she wanted to end her life she'd rather face it, not topple off some hundred mile cliff. She debated her options, go back the way she came and abandon the exploration, or take her chances with the voice in her head.

Choices, choices.

Besides her life she really didn't have much to lose. So, why not gamble for once? She braced her hands against the last bit of wall, then jumped.

Hundreds of miles turned into a simple five foot drop into a bunch of rubble. She landed on her feet, but the stones hurt well enough.

Left

Which left? Her left or the voice's? Not to say that the voice was anywhere near her, watching her through the darkness. Nope, not creepy whatsoever.

She followed the voice, bumping a few things along the way, and as she went deeper in, the voice took on character. It went from a whisper to a higher pitched male voice, like someone inhaled a bit to much helium. She found she liked the whisper, the new voice was rather annoying. It also learned a wider range of vocabulary.

Oh, Lassie, watch your step! Straight forward sails!

She glared forward, now sure the voice wasn't in her head. Still, it seemed to move around so she couldn't guess where he would yap next. She found out what he meant by watch your step, she stood on a two foot wide straight of stone, both sides led down to however deep. The room felt... hollow, so she wouldn't guess this was only a five foot drop.

When she seemingly crossed it, she began to notice something. An orange glow shone dimly somewhere in front of her.

Follow the leader! Don't be your own!

If she could strangle voices...

Following the source of the light, she began to see her surroundings a little better. She was in another hallway, only this was course stone in contrast to the previous marble. The stone was broken in various places, and there was nothing above her. The light seemed to come from a direct right turn in the hallway.

She turned to see a rather intriguing sight. The room was as broken as the hallway, the walls seemed to dissappear into nothingness below, but the floor at least seemed stable. There was a crushed... bell? At first sight it looked like a sideways statue, but the bottom bowled out and it looked like there was a metal piece inside to make noise. That was a huge ass bell then.

Pluck the eye out, pluck, pluck, pluck!

That's when she noticed the statue's eye was the source of the light. It was a ring of orange, and it glowed brightly against the darkness. The center had no color, the pupil of it. The eye was no larger than a small egg, the other side of the face beyond it was buried in rubble. She walked forward and kneeled down to it's face. It resembled something of a gargoyle. A mutated, twisted looking gargoyle. Perfect place to cover up with a Church.

I easily plucked the eye from it's socket, a chain attached to the top came with it. The orange stone was actually rather thin, and a thin line traced the rim of the pupil, which was actually made up of four empty chambers. She traced the line around te pupil, but found it sharp to the touch.

"Oww!" She whined at the small sting, her voice traveling through the hollow place. She looked down and gasped. The cut caused her to bleed a little, but that wasn't her concern. The blood filled the thin line around the pupil, making it glow crimson. The gem's light got a little stronger, then the light was gone completely.

I grasped the eye, plunged into darkness once again, this time the darkness seemed... treacherous.

"Hey voice, think you could be nice enough to get me out of here?" With the light gone, it seemed like the hollowness of the room took away the fabric of the room. Her voice no longer echoed.

No problem beautiful, but you'll have to do a little favor to your little friend first!

His voice was followed by a bout of cackling.

"Alright, what then?" Instead of answering her directly, the voice guided her back the way she came.

Stop!

The voice shrilled when she had passed the bridge-like stone from earlier.

My scepter had a rather large gem on top, shiny wooo! It broke into teeny little pieces a while back. There are a couple of the pretty shards on the ground to your left. Pick one up!

She did at it said, but her hand found more than just gems. The ground was full of dust, small rocks, and smoother rocks. Figuring one of them had to be a shard, she picked up a handful of the rubble, cringing when some fell in her soft shoes.

Take the smoothest shard and put it into your pretty new necklace! Gem it up girly!

This really was getting on her last nerve. Still, the voice wa her only hope of finding her way out. She felt through the rubble in her hands until she found the smoothest feeling one. She then felt around the eye she had placed around her neck with the chain that came attached to it. She found one of the chambers of the pupil with her fingers and guided the gem to it. The gem seemed to meld into the chamber's shape, and everything lite up in orange again.

She looked in horror as not a few feet from her a purplish portal-like mist appeared. Even more so when a figure stepped right out of it.

It was a tall male, or rather it looked like it. He was dressed in a ridiculous jester outfit complete with a white face and bell hat. The black outfit seemed covered in feathers around his wrists and... shoes.

She noticed right off his eyes. One was red while the other was blue, it was rather entrancing.

See something you like little lady? Or should I say... Yvette?

He cackled again, much to her discomfort. "How do you know my name?" She said, slightly angry despite just seeing a man come out of nowhere. It took a lot more than that to scare her, she came down here didn't she?

I know a lot more than that, but anyway, don't you want out of here?

He had a point. As if on cue, the orange light died and she was in darkness again. "Yes, get me the hell out of here." She sighed, tired of this place already. She felt a claw-like hand take hold of her arm and pull her to her feet.

As you command, hold on tight...

She should almost feel his smirk, but instead screamed when her feet left the floor.

~Elsewhere~

Dante flipped through the pages of a magazine, not really paying attention to the pages, but rather listening to the background.

"PATTY! If you poke my stomach one more time I am going to throw this whole damn couch at you!" The vicously georgous red-head yelled, making his smile grow.

A glow suddenly emitted from his mother's amulet, which rested on his chest as always. He looked down curiously, wondering what it meant.

"Wonder what's coming my way." He shook off the edgy feeling and continued to fake attention toward his magazine.