The closer he came to the structure the more his soul began to protest. This place was wrong. It felt wrong. The wrongness of it was so prominent that the feeling of dread seemed to resonated through the very mountains surrounding the grim scene almost as though this strange new world he found himself in was screaming its protest.  It was a maddening feeling.
“I need a drink” he commented aloud as his eyes took in the outskirts of the structure.

Bodies were strewn everywhere and he slowed his steps as he drew up on the structure which he could only assume was once a grand hall of some kind. The tangy scent of iron filled his nostrils. The floors were slick with fresh blood and gore, various limbs protruding from mounds of flesh that had perhaps once been human. There were claws and other extremities that suggested creatures were amidst the slaughter as well. It was enough to make even Dimitri’s stomach turn and he had a strong stomach by all respects. 

Even the flames that licked at the walls and piles of rubble screamed of dread. An unnatural kind of flame fueled by heavens knows what. Such healthy fires despite this harsh environment with little to no means of fuel.

His gaze shifted to the altar at the center of the room then fell to the broken circle etched onto the floor surrounding the crude altar. Sprawled on top of the altar was a young woman with her chest sliced open. By far the most recognizable figure in the room, she was not defiled like the others.

“Where is this strange place that I find myself in?” he questioned as he crouched to inspect some of the few symbols that remained etched onto the ground. 
Dimitri traced one of them with his finger then rose to his feet and stepped back from the circle unwilling to disturb it further. “If only the dead could speak” he said with a heavy sigh. Should he remove the body from the altar? he was uncertain. Clearly some ritual had taken place and he was not sure what repercussions he would encounter should he disturb anything at the ritual sight. She was already dead, near as he could tell; thus she could no longer suffer should she remain where she lay. “Who would do something like this?” he wondered out loud, beginning to retreat from the hall unable to shake the feeling of dread that was tearing at his spirit right now. Suddenly he was unwilling to share the heat of the unnatural flames.