[color=7ea7d8]From Fred's spell, Yorugiro calms down quite a bit, his roar dulling down into a low moan of what still sounded akin to that of pain. He doesn't fall asleep, but he loses his will to attack, loosening up his grip enough to allow Ellysa room to crawl out from under his claws. Then, she too grew helplessly drowsy, curling up with her sword, and falling asleep as well. The only ones left trying to fight off sleep are Minako and Abernathy.
"N...no....can't fall...asleep....not here...!" Minako fights against her own body's impulse to shut down for rest, fearing what could happen if she fell asleep in a place such as this. What if Yorugiro were to become enraged once more before they could wake up? Even just a few seconds too late could seal everyone's fate. Abernathy seemed to share the same opinion, but he was losing the battle for consciousness as well.
The one person, strangely enough, who seemed unaffected by the spell was Negloria. The white aura that had masked her presence behind Minako was gone now, as it [color=fff200]appeared [/color]she used it to protect herself from Fred's incantation. Now visible, but also not, since no one else was fully awake, the small, eerie girl walks to Minako's side and takes her by the hand. Minako is also failing to keep herself awake, but the feeling of a cold hand in hers startles her a bit, giving her just a few seconds more of comprehensive consciousness. Helpless and 3/4 unconscious, Minako allows Negloria to lead her over Makoto's unconscious body lying on the stairs, and down to the floor of the basement, until they both stand right in front of Yorugiro.
As Minako sways from side to side, about to quit standing and just fall over onto the floor, Negloria gets behind her, and gives her a shove. Minako falls into the darkness of the monster, disappearing completely within it. Yorugiro stirs some with a small growl, but does nothing else. With a small, secretive, even sort of sly smile, Negloria turns around, and walks slowly back [color=fff200]up the stairs[/color] out of the basement.[/color]
[color=0072bc]Upstairs, in a sickly, nauseating, metallic-scented room with the lights off, a lone girl stands with a large grin. She wears a dress shirt and a long skirt, and plays with the golden ribbon holding onto a forelock of her hair.
"So...[color=fff200]Amelia was right[/color]. There are definitely visitors here once more..." The girl walks slowly over to a vanity in the room, stopping in front of the cracked mirror, and putting one of her hands on a particularly large knife sitting there, already coated with ancient dried blood from years past.
"Ah...how long has it been...since the last sacrifice?" She murmurs to herself, even humming a bit. "Too long, too long...but, will they be tadpoles or lambs? Tadpoles or lambs...I suppose we'll find out. I can't wait to be able to truly wear my robes for a purpose worthy of them...!"[/color]