[color=dodgerblue]"Hikikomori,"[/color] Akoni helpfully informed Madamma Enepsigos. It was something of a reflex, and could possibly be taken as disrespectful by the wrong person, but he had a feeling she would be more grateful than not. Still, things didn't sit right with him. Those creatures out in the cemetery, and the ones within the crypt, especially the necromantic eye beast, they were all slain far too easily. Too easily for the servants of a Madamma, at any rate. These were demons that held the very highest status and power within Sheba's Inferno. Anything Enepsigos, the two headed woman, could create would undoubtedly prove more challenging than mindless skeletal hordes or a few easily dispatched minions. Even if they had been forged from the souls of fragile humans it made little sense. Akoni's mind raced, going over every detail he had known so far. The strange mist outside, a cult worshiping this fallen angel of a demon, the cathedral, monsters made from men, spacial distortions Akoni could not detect, the words of Enepsigos herself... Wait. Something clicked in that moment. [color=dodgerblue][i]Hikikomori. Japanese generally meaning a shut in. Literal definition "pulling inward, confined."[/i][/color] Then the old man's eyes widened for just a moment, just a brief second that would allow anybody especially perceptive to notice he had had a terrible epiphany.

[color=dodgerblue]"If we object and desire justice, then we would need to throw ourselves upon our blades, Fiametta."[/color] Akoni's body language shifted drastically. He was already taking the situation seriously, but now it had become a matter of the grave. [color=dodgerblue]"You don't wish to become 'one of those' you say, Madamma Enepsigos. Curious choice of words. Tell me please, are you responsible for the mist that surrounds this cathedral?"[/color]