He didn't know how many minutes had passed since he reached this floor but he knew it was enough that the soreness in his legs started to outweigh the pain in his back. Did the pain in his back get better or was the walking so bad his back no longer seemed like an issue?

His hair now had some red tips from leaning against his shoulder wound.

He continued walking in the light of his torch, through this new floor. The walls had changed. They were covered in large flames. Was he descending into to hell?

(“As if this place wasn't creepy enough with that woman earlier… now these flames. What the hell is this place and why did those guys even know where this place was, to begin with?”) He mused to himself, looking at the walls.

As he walked he noticed another pair of footsteps. His eyes showed no danger, so maybe, just maybe, if he minded his business and kept walking he wouldn't have to worry about any trouble.

He walked into a topless woman with black hair with a blonde iridescence. Those were the only differences they had compared to the previous woman.

His trousers nearly became weighed down by unpleasant bodily waste products but he endured. He backed away and fell to his feet, pushing himself away.

(“OH FUCK OFF!”) He screamed in his mind.

He got up off the floor and started running but stopped when he noticed something odd. At the end of the hallway, he noticed she hadn't moved an inch since she stared at him. His eyes didn't indicate danger. Could she possibly be-

He stopped himself and walked down the hallway. She watched him as he approached and tilted her head slightly.

“Uh, you're not gonna attack or anything, right?” He asked as he quickly shimmied against a wall opposite to her. She looked disinterested and turned away, continuing her walk to wherever she was going.

He breathed a massive sigh. (“So they're not all deadly… so what was that other one's problem!?”)

He continued further into the dungeon following the path of his eyes until he came across something red in his path. While this referred to the colour his eyes only could show him, the danger appeared to be red in colour naturally. He turned away when he saw the hand clutch the doorway, but unfortunately, as he walked he noticed something. This path was not optional. His eyes showed no other path he could take. He had to walk past here. He sighed before turning around and getting into a sprinter's start position.

He shot off and then prayed to whatever God that'd listen to that he’d get through this unscathed. The thing in the doorway noticed his footsteps and spared no effort leaving exiting.

He backed away when he got a better look at her. Her skin was red and she had two bat wings instead of one dove wing but by his metric, she probably belonged in the same category. And based on what his eyes showed, she wasn't docile.

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Her top was exposed, she had the hoofs of a goat on her feet, with fur covering her lower half but he was confident she was the same as the woman that had injured him.

He aborted the idea of running past and stopped in his tracks a few metres before her.

She stared at him, unfocused, trying to stand up straight.

(“Is she okay?”)

“Human… how dare one of your kind come down here.”

“You talk?” he responded as he slowly backed away.

“Yes, I'm capable of speech, I'm positive my kind is more sigh for lack of a better word, more blessed in this regard than you mongrels that have the audacity to walk this realm.”

“(Maybe I can negotiate?) I promise I'll leave, just let me pass!”

She looked behind her.

“Do you think me a fool? That leads to the final floor of this dungeon. For such insol-”

She paused and clutched her head. “Damnit, how long has it been? This mana reeks of a human. You there human, what am I?”

He continued inching away. “A demon?” He asked, sounding unsure.

“A mere demon? I'm a member of the Ars Goetia, you dog. Tell me who rules this world?” She asked, trying to hold back the pain in her voice. She seemed to be having a headache from waking from her slumber. After all, it had been over five hundred years, side effects were a given.

“Who rules?”

“Yes, who is the ruler of this world, you walking bag of flesh!” She shouted while leaning more of her weight against the wall.

“I guess it'd be the Four Gods? (Saying they rule makes it sound worse than it is but if she's talking about who’s at the top of the world then it'd be them.)”

“Four Gods?” She seemed confused.

“(Should I start running? No, if she's as quick as the other one, my best bet would be finding somewhere to hide. She looks different, maybe her sense of smell isn't as good as the other one?) Yeah, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael.”

Her shoulders dropped and she stood on her own two feet once more.

“Repeat that human?”

She seemed infuriated based on tone alone and Kevin wasted no time running away.

She placed her hand on the ground and various vines burst forth. They snatched Kevin from the ground and threw him back in her direction.

He was thrown at her feet. When he hurriedly picked himself up, he looked up to see her drop to one knee and slam her fist against a wall.

“Damn it all, what is going on in the dungeon?” She said as she tried to pick herself up. At that moment Kevin saw an opportunity. And he wasted no time taking it.

He swept her legs and based on what his eyes showed him, ran back in the direction he came from. She once again placed her hand against the ground but nothing came out.

“Why is the mana density of this dungeon so low?” She mumbled to herself before getting to her feet. She picked herself up and began running towards him.

She stumbled and even tripped a few times but even with these errors, she managed to gain on him.

Kevin did his best trying to lose her in the darkness of the dungeon, even throwing his torch at her.