Divine Journey

- You did it again, - said the voice of the man the child was running to. That man was Vincent.

Redram, trembling nervously, raised his eyes to Vincent. Instead of thoughts, the rapid beating of his heart echoed loudly in his head. He felt emptiness throughout his body.
- No, - his voice was hoarse, distorted, alien. - Not yet, - Hostor forced out a twisted semblance of a smile and stepped into the darkness of the lair.