Isaac went to the door as he looked at the lock. It was simply locked from the inside, though who could've done this was a mystery. Maybe Crawnav locked it and escaped through the high window, though it would've been difficult to escape through there. Isaac simply unlocked it as the door opened to another hallway.
The hallway was torchlit, but the lights were glowing a mystical violet. These everlasting flames felt cold as magic seemed to supply them, not burning the wood it was on into ashes. It felt eerie as Isaac shivered from the strange aura from them. He continued onward into the hallway as he readied his sword for any strange creatures around.
Faint footsteps echoed through the hallway as Isaac stood still, hearing the footsteps get closer and closer. Isaac's hands were tensed up as they gripped the sword tightly, not letting go of the hilt. Isaac stood fierce and confident but felt paranoid about the noises. He only snuck silently as he searched for the source of the footsteps.
After turning a corner, he saw an alabaster man with broken horns, walking towards him. His eyes were a jet black, his sharp teeth were bared, and his entire body was in the nude. Its tail swayed slowly, almost in sync with its footsteps, and he limped often. His member, eight inches in length, stood up as he walked, though it stood very unnaturally as if it was forced up.
Isaac grimaced at this sight as he readied his sword. He heard of the sex-crazed demons that came from this wretched place, and this was the first time he had ever encountered one and perhaps not the last. He swung his broadsword at the demon, but his flesh was unbelievably thick as it barely made a scar on it. The demon— it looked more like a ghoul now because of its languid movements— only got closer to Isaac, wanting to put his tainted hands on him. Isaac looked around for a way to get to this creature's weak spots; his sword seemed to be useless against this vile, primal beast.