[b][u]The Monolith[/u][/b]
While there wasn't anything special about the positioning of the bodies in the audience, the characters upon the stage had been carefully tailored for whatever reason. Aside from The Yellow King, there were a number of other characters alongside him. To his immediate right was a knight, clad in an armor most likely to be used for the play. Over the pieces of armor were large portions of human skin, most likely from the audience as none on stage were missing any of theirs. To the king's left was a female body wearing a cloak and clutching a dagger. She was coated in dried blood and stood slightly behind the king, lurking in his shadow. To the left of the knight was the body of Lenny dressed as a priest, in his hand was bound a severed head. Finally to the right of the bloody woman was another body, this time dressed as though he were a wizard of some sort. He wore a large wizard hat and tattered robe, in his right hand he held a key. 

Isaac went ahead and examined each and every one of the bodies, his mind trying to hold onto reality. As he went from each of the characters, his mind kept reminding him of where he was and what was real. "They wouldn't put this much effort into arranging the bodies if it didnt mean something. They must correlate to something. Key figures to some sort of cult belief system. Douglas, do you recognize any of this?", despite his words, the detective had a theory growing in his head. He glanced at the rest of the team, hoping they wouldn't notice what he was about to do. Laying a hand on the yellow king, Isaac became deathly still for but a moment before trembling slightly. It was only for a moment but when he came out of his trance his eyes were alight with concern and focus. "The bodies most likely are themes to various rituals. This is something like a list, a list of rituals the cult wants to perform if they haven't already. I'd wager that whatever is going on at The Beacon is a part of these rituals"

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[b][u]The Beacon Hotel[/u][/b]
The second wave of OTOs made their way up the staircase, their formation moving fast to close the distance between themselves and the lobby staircase. Eventually the sound of their footsteps gave way to muffled orders being given with the occasional gunshot ringing out. Katherine's grenade detonated against the creature's flesh, its breathing ceased as it sat there motionless. Almost instantly the pitter-patter of barefoot against a wet floor made it's way towards Katherine. "NONONONONONO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! IT WANTS QUIET OR WE DIE! QUIET OR DIE QUIET OR DIE QUIET OR DIE!", the man who at one point had been cowering in the corner now had his hands firmly clasping Katherine's neck. His eyes were bloodshot and frantic as he stared into hers. He did not hold onto her long, only long enough to scream out what he had to say. Not a moment later did he dash past the two OTOs, hoping to make an escape out the back door from which they came. The mad hostages managed to get halfway up the stairs before something flew past Kharon and Katherine. Whatever it was had snagged the man's leg and jerked him off of the staircase, pulling him back into the darkness where the creature laid. 

Bloodcurdling screams filled the basement but only for a moment as the sound of flesh being torn and bones shattered replaced it. In what lasted only a few seconds, the man had met a fate worse than death. The beast that once laid before them now stood towering over the OTOs. The abomination was so tall, it was hunched over as it's back pressed against the ceiling. An amalgamation of the corrupted flesh of its victims and it's own beastly form, the body of it had human flesh fused to it as if it were some sort of living armor. Its head was shaped like an alligator but instead of a leathery hide there was fur to resemble some hideous fusion of wolf and alligator. Despite most of its body being humanoid, the legs were like that of a goat but in place of hooves were talons like a raptor. 

"Lord Kaiwan, these interlopers shall be silenced. Your word is absolute, and the only to be heard", its voice was low and mimicked by the heads of its victims, fused into its armor. Their pained voices repeated their killer's words out of synch and repeatedly. The flesh armor covered the monster's arms, thighs, shins, upper torso, and tail. Its eyes glowed a vibrant yellow as it peered down at Katherine and Kharon with emotionless indifference. Without warning, the creature's tail, tipped with a serrated organic blade, came hurtling towards Kharon. Whipping back and forth as the creature itself stampeded towards Katherine with an open maw of broken teeth and bones.