The basement was as expected dark. Unlike the ground level, the walls and floor were all entirely made of a dark smooth stone, so polished, that Issac would’ve been able to see his reflection if not for the lack of light.
The basement itself was a system of wide open hallways and turn. Each hallway had two doors on each side, but despite his best efforts to get in, the doors were always locked, any attempt to peer through their keyhole a failure as Issac only saw pure black on the other side.
Issac wandered endlessly. All the hallways were so identical he found himself getting more lost within this place than he did on the floor above. Where was he?
He kept checking the doors incase one of them was unlocked, but to no avail. His frustration grew, and as it did, so did the weight on his mind. His now constant state of lust from the corrupted choker did help to protect his mind, but he was becoming weary. Absorbing those shadows had temporarily filled the void in his soul, but he could quickly feel his hunger returning. He had to find Ilvir. He had to be here, he had to. His aching cocks still spurting a small amount of pre cum agreed as he kept moving.
Issac was tempted to start calling out to Ilvir, to let his voice echo throughout the obsidian halls but thought better of it. It was a risk that would likely prove to be the death of him and in doing so, Ilvir, wherever he was.
Instead, Issac kept wandering, almost absentmindedly walking, trying a door whenever he saw one and moving away when it proved to be locked.
His mind was starting to crack slightly. His defenses becoming vulnerable as he could almost feel malevolent tendrils begin to drill into his mind. He wondered what would happen if they would succeed? Would he be driven mad? Become a feral creature? Or worse? He didn’t want to know the answer, so he fought them, fighting against the negative feelings of sadness, doubt, and anger they tried to implant within him.
He would wander within here in the deathly silence of this for all eternity if he had to. He was a paladin. He will—
In the distance, something caught his eye, interrupting his thought process. A light.
A blue speck of brightness in the distance, flickering faintly. A small amount of hope and curiosity building, Issac grew closer, eventually coming close enough to realize that the light was emanating from under the doorframe of a black door at the end of a hallway.
Judging by how the light flickered, Issac assumed it was from a lit candle on the other side of the door, but that would mean someone or something was inside too...
Issac walked as quietly as he could, which to his dismay, futile since even his stealthiest gait was still louder than a average man’s walk. Still, he kept his pace as soft as he could until he was face to face with the door.
Issac noted the movement of shadows coming under the doorframe, he couldn’t hear anything from the other side, but assumed that whatever was inside had heard him.
Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Issac raised up one of his four knuckles and tapped against his hand the wood of the door.
No response, but the movement of shadows continued, slightly faster.
Issac knocked again, and a second later a slip of paper, pushed seemingly by a small gust of wind slipped through under the doorframe. Picking it up with his lowest arm closest to it, Issac noticed the scribbled writing written in red ink on it.
“Come in and be quiet fool!”
At least Issac knew whoever he was dealing with could communicate. Relaxing more than he cared to admit at the thought of meeting another person after so long, Issac confidently strode in, opening the door which to his pleasure had been unlocked.
The room appeared to be a scribe’s study. It was large and surprisingly roomy considering Issac’s stature. Sheafs of paper and books were laid out neatly all over the place, and at the end of the room, sat at a desk, quill in one hand, the other holding a strange round stone held menacingly towards Issac was a...