Outside, the moon held high above the empty blanket of the dead forest, trying it's hardest to spread it's luminosity within the Cathedral and failing. Only faint whispers of light danced upon the ancient spectres of dust drifting by, tainted dark reds and blues from the stained and broken windows.
Within the shadows of the lonely Cathedral, a line drew a fresh scar in the air, and from the figure it produced, two figures arrived. The imp hailed as Kree, servant of the dark god Xai're, held the other fiercely by the arm and surveyed the area with shining lights for eyes. Hisses escaped through his teeth as he decided this place was suitable for keeping the human here... Roughly the monster threw the human aimlessly to the side, knowing there was no civilization around for miles in every direction, only hungry, forbidden woods. She had nowhere to run to...
A sour expression upon his face, the imp made his way over to a condemned pew and sat down at the edge. A sigh. Now what would he do here until the dragon arrived? Unless the human resisted, he didn't really feel he should harm her too much...