[Suzerain of Sheol]

As Michael makes his way further into the ruins of the village, he comes upon a renovated building, lain with fresh bricks and functioning windows. The door is heavy steel, but stands slightly ajar. No sound comes from within, nor can he sense anything psychically.

Catching back up with the others, Shealtiel comes upon the scene, hardly surprised. He has long since gotten used to Lev's actions. He does note, though that the unfortunate Dybbuk, if such a thing is possible, is not dead. If those things are capable of feeling pain, it must be in holy agony. For a moment, he almost sees an academic merit in what Mithaias is doing here...

But it remains, nonetheless, a horror. The man must be either mad or supremely confident in his own abilities to keep so many Dybbuk "alive" in his home. It is not inconceivable that they could wrench themselves free of the crosses, if a strong enough will compelled them to do so. Shealtiel's eyes drift once more to the tome the man carries, wondering not for the first time what secrets it contains.

Looking upon Lev's carnage, Mithaias seems unimpressed, an almost studious look to his eyes as he watches the man devour the dead the flesh. "Aren't you an interesting one?" he drawls when the soldier has finished his meal.