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Ragna had also noticed the magic that was at work around them, stopping just as Lydia said that something was wrong. The magic surged and coursed all around them causing quite visible ripples in the air. While Lydia slipped her tunic over her head, Ragna noted the fact that the magic seemed to form a bubble around them. He began to wonder if it was some sort of powerful magic prison. As if to answer his question, Lydia grabbed his hand and made a move to get out of the room. This was cut short as she seemingly hit a wall. " I don't think we are going anywhere right now." He wrapped his arm around Lydia's shoulder and pulled her close.

"Don't worry. Everything will be al-" His voice just disappeared. He could see Lydia and he felt her tunic against his bare chest but his words seemed to dissipate as soon as they left his mouth. Then everything went white. A searing light blinded both of them, but that wasn't all that happened. To Ragna, he saw faint flickers of chains coming from the very prison they were in. They glided gently against the lover's flesh, wrapping them up in a gentle, ghostly embrace that sapped the warmth from their bodies. Then the circle below them appeared. An intricate design that was virtually overflowing with powerful magic that he had never seen before, not even from one of the old ones. Then everything faded away as the chains drug them through the circle bringing them to that lonely set of catacombs where Ragna kept his arm protectively wrapped around Lydia.

The five magus had put their hoods back up and whispered among themselves. One pointed to Ragna and he heard the figure say. " She has lain with a demon of impure blood? Does this change everything? Did 'He' mess up?"

The leader of the group rose his hands effectively silencing the other four. " Now, Bearer of the Twilight Prophecy. I am sure you are confused by what has transpired here. But we mean you no harm, Yet, We only seek for answers and if we deem you a threat to the world as was foretold, we will effectively end you." The humans voice was calm yet dripped with malicious intent. Ragna bristled at the man's words. He quickly covered the ground between him and the cloaked figure only to be stopped with his fist a few inches away from the mans hooded face. " Now now, Even if the Twilight Prophet is an impure being, that doesn't mean other impurities won't be culled if they step out of line." Ragna spit at the man before growling. " I will not allow you to threaten the Prophet. If something is meant to happen then it shall happen. I know not what magic you have worked here, but return us to my manor at once."

The man dropped his hood to wipe away the spit. It revealed a face that was heavily scarred with a simple black leather eyepatch covering one eye. His long silver hair dropped down past his shoulders and was hidden away by the cloak. " We seek to stop what will happen for the sake of the future, and I don't think you understand the gravity of your situation. You are here until we deem you worthy to leave and if we don't see the worth in your living we will end your life. Plain and simple. Now shoo." He waved his hand which sent Ragna flying back to the center of the circle.

"Twilight Prophet. Sorry you had to see that. Perhaps we can move to a more comfortable setting if you promise to keep your...pet... in line?"