Soon, red blood began seeping through the crack in the wall that Darko had made. Rivulets of blood also began running across the floor and pouring out over rocks and up staircases until it all coalesced, bringing with it the aura of bloodlust and vengeful hunger. The Goddess of Blood, Sekaulla, was present to welcome the lord of the underworld home. Manifesting from the blood as a feminine golemn of flesh, rows of inhuman fangs her teeth, eyeless, yet she could see... She extended a slender hand of long, dripping claws toward the deathgod. "Great Darko. These doomed halls are not cold enough without your presence. What troubles you, dark brother?"
