Divisons
Following Elliot down the hall we enter an open foyer, up a set of large stairs, and into a large meeting room.
"Alright everyone takes a seat." Elliot pulled his chair back at the front of the table. Besides Nico and I, an older woman by the name of Margret and her companion Zeke a young boy about 18 years old. Elliot checks each of us with a hard stare before falling into his seat, one hand finding his knee as the other picks up the unopened file in front of him.
"As you all may know The Pit has become something of a growing horror within the last few years. That within this year alone more crawlers have been spotted outside of its usual hunting ground."
"But isn't the Grand Canyon governed off by the US Division?" Zeke speaks up.
"About that." Elliot drops the file pinching the bridge of his nose. "The US Division hasn't responded to any forms of communication within the last 24-hours..." Elliot mumbled out.
"WHAT!" Nico shot up out of his seat tearing his glasses off and staring at Elliot. "And you didn't think to call us all sooner?! What if-- What if Those Crawlers did something? We wouldn't have been able to stop it in time!"
"Nico--"
"Don't even dare!" Nico shouted, throwing his arms out. "You know how dangerous that horror is and yet you decided not to say anything... have you lost your mind?"
"That's why I have called this meeting. I need you and Earl to go check in on the US Division while Margret and Zeke I need you to go check on the Indian Division."
Nico gripped my coat sleeve, yanking me up onto my feet, and pulling me towards the doors without another word. Muffled curses falling from his lips.
"Nico." He continues to muffle as I tear my sleeve from his fingers and grip his arm. "NICO!"
"WHAT!?" He snaps.
"Deep breath, I was in there last night we got this."
"Oh yes you and your Death Daddy." Margret's sneering voice comes from behind us. Turning around Zeke looks down shaking his head.
"Sorry..." He mumbles.
"It's fine kid." I give the kid a nod before glaring at Margret. "Seriously Death Daddy? Doesn't that sound a little to kinky for you?"
Margret's face brightens before stomping passed. "At least I'm not a horror's plaything."
"At least we get some..." Nice grumbled making my eyes wide, snapping my attention towards him I can't help but bust out laughing.
"NICO! HAHA!" Doubling over my hand lands on Nico's back. "You know I love ya right?"
"I do. Now let's go, we don't have time for petty old bags." Nodding we rush pass Margret and Zeke and into the Portal Doors. Stepping into the long hallway, doors on all sides.
'Hello darlings...'
"Hello lovely Amora how have you been? Been a while huh?"
'3 years dear Earl... you have been busy.'
Amora lowers herself from the rafters, black arachnid-like lower body and Victorian upper body a sight to behold. Her long black fingers grace both of our faces.
'Were may I ask is Issia?' Amora questions her many black eyes soften.
"They have been busy..." Nico responds.
Amora nods at his words before turning her bulbous form to the side and letting us walk down the seemingly never-ending hall.
"How long has it been since we spoke to the US Division?" I question as we reach the door, taking the knob in hand.
'10 years I believe...' Amore shrugged crawling up the wall and into the rafters.
"Amora?"
'Yes child?'
"Are you okay? You seem off..." I let the knob go walking over to were Amora smiles softly. Nico stands next to the door, hands digging into his pocket.
'I don't know what you're talking about child...' Amora's dark hands usher me back towards the door. Giving her one last look her spider-like legs pull the door open and all but shove us inside.
As soon as the door closes the dimly lit hallway seems off, the quiet atmosphere almost suffocating.
"We will deal with her later." Nico mumbles looking down at the cracked marble floor.
"Agreed... let's see what our neighbors are up too."