The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Alekzandr Ikorov: CI

Rushiki: CI

"Why.. exactly.. Is your room so fucking damaged..?" Alekzandr creased his nose and stared at the two bickering parties of Markos and Herod. The same bickering parties that had woken him up.

"Oh.. Alekz." Markos exclaimed upon seeing him. Markos and Herod's room was made similarly out of a darker oak like the rest of the house. With two simple pale white beds with black sheets on either side and two desks. Various bits of stuff laid around the room, pieces of armor, shields, weapons, and more. On one corner was a small pedestal with unlit candles atop it. On another corner Alekzandr spotted what he assumed was Herod's bit of prayer: a bowl of water with a bonsai tree at its center hanging with stone ornaments scarred by runes. But what Alekzandr wanted to know; was why the hell their back wall near the window was fucking covered in claw marks, scratching in the letters 'you're just like them'.

"That is a fantastic question Alekz! Why is it damaged, Markos? Did we anger another fucking god." Herod interrogated, he felt a cold precessance pass over his shoulder but it subsided too quickly to pinpoint. Anger was.. Restless in this place.

"No.. not anymore then last time. Who ruined our brand new wood!" Markos cried in protest, Alekzandr nearly face palmed. They were attempting to fight demons and devils, get revenge on nobles but right now his concern was who ruined their brand new wood and not why? At least Herod would ask the right questions...

"Exactly!" Herod agreed.

"Wait what." Alekzandr sputterted confused on where this was going. Sure he was curious why their room was destroyed but regardless their fixation was higher than his.

"We just paid for that!" Herod continued. "I mean did they have to gouge it into the wall.. Dammit man.." The warlock paced around the room like he was looking for answers. "Couldn't they have just written it on a notepad or something?"

"I.. believe you two are missing the obvious point here.." He tried to interrupt.

"But it was brand new wood!" Herod maintained.

"It was brand new wood." Markos affirmed. "I vote for an immediate exorcism, of the most unbiased degree!" Alekzandr simply ignored the cultist.

"It was Lif right?" Herod asked. "Like we all came to that conclusion? Cmon Lif have some consideration for the rest of us!" So they had just jumped to it being Lif? Really? This just felt reidiculous, couldn't it just have been Markos?

"Well, count yourself lucky it's not like it's on the wall where the public can see it?" Alekzandr suggested the two of them instantly recoiled in shock. 'Ah.. I'm about to get an annoyance full.'

"But it's on my wall!" Heord's voice was humorous and serious at the same time like he only half meant the point. "Where I can see it."

"I.. heard screeching and assumed it was for something more serious than you two arguing over the damage of the wall, dear Dionysus..." Alekz wanted to put his head in his hands considering all his options, perhaps today was a day to go and finish up the book he was in fact so very close. It felt nice to be close to finishing.

"So do you.. Wanna like, cover it up with a blanket or?" Markos seemingly asked Herod. The two of them looked at the injured wall and contemplated. Alekzandr reached into his pack and took a swig from his vodka, yeah this was not the time to interfere with the two idiots arguing. He scoffed and turned to exit the room. "Ok... so what do you guys wanna do today?" he only heard laughter coming from Herod as a response to this craziness. He quickly jumped down the stairs and jogged for the door, the sooner he was outside and working on a book the better.