Finally at the top of the stairs, Azazel came upon a rather old looking steel door leading to the inner workings of the clock within the tower. A rusty lock and chain was fastened around the handle, dangling lightly as Azazel approached. He stared at the lock for a moment as the shadow beneath his feet began to roil and quake, rising from the ground in a small patch of obsidian tendrils. The shadows crept up the door and wrapped around the chains, swiftly reducing them to metal bits which clattered to the floor. Pause was given as Azazel listened quietly to the light jingling of the falling metal, and couldn't help but hear what sounded like footsteps. An absent stare was passed over his shoulder for a quiet moment before he pushed aside the heavy door and continued into the giant clock. A loud metallic creak escaped the door as it slowly closed behind him. Surrounded by gears, cogs, and machines, Azazel found his path across a catwalk of steel grates and up a set of rusty stairs toward a tangle ticking mechanisms.