It was cool, a breeze blowing in from the open archways some 30' above in the vaulted ceiling. Growing from the polished marble earth were massive stone pillars rising high, untill they discipated into the intricate buttressess that adorned the roof. The blue night spilled into the huge hall, and mixed poorly with the shadows. The moon outside tried desperately to light Coals way, but the 100' marble " " may have just as well been underground.
His first lythe step, and the soles of Coal's feet stung upon the cold floor, each muscle jumping out of spite. As he ebbed into the river of shade, he turned about, looking high and all around, determined to find the shadows he feared where not united with the room. The large hall however, seemed eerily empty, and with a heavyier breath, Coal pressed on along its long girth.
Halfway from the doors, Coal stopped and held the support of a brazier. A basin of coals that in the early night would serve as a light source, or be a blaze during ceremonial events. His soft smooth hands gripped the round stone, and heat pulsated from the embers inside, warming his fingers. The slightest warmth felt envigorating. He could feel sweat begin to trail down his taught red skin, and drip from his dark purple nipples, now hard as cold marble.
Panting, and longingly staring across the hall, he heard a fleck of noise to his left, and froze. Then, the brazier burt into flames, sparks and embers flying in a smokey conflagration. The blast knocks Coal to the ground and his slick frictionless skin causes him to slide a good 5'. As he regains a little composure sprawled on the floor, he raises his head, peering through his soaked mop of silky black hair he spies a large male form dressed in black robes and hood.
"What are you doing here." Booms a barritone voice. "This place is off limits to the likes of you." The man is massive, Coal can tell. Wide and where the moonlight hits his robes, large muscles betray the dark shadowy drappings. This, this was Professor Zyrix, Coal remembers, he teaches the magic associated with demonolgy, spells and rituals. Coal was supposed to attend his class the day before.
"I...was meerly..."Coal stammers. Great, he thought, as his mind begin to dance with thoughts like the fire light behind him. "Need...to go to...the lab."
"You will only be going back to hell, vile witch, you have little place here now." The man raises his arms and begins to chant in an incomprehensible language. Like a puppet Coal rises from the floor and spreds his arms and legs slightly.
"Wait! You...you don't understand! I am...not...here, to suck...the energy from...these young men." Coal manages to blurt out, trying to choose his words carefully from a random vocabulary that seems to be presenting itself in his mind. The large man stops his chanting, but Coal notices that he is frozen in place, unable to move but to speak. "Please...you must help...I need...some...can't waste..."
The man approaches, his mountainous frame lumbering twords the frozen Coal. As he arrives, a muscular clawed hand dashes out, gripping Coal at the throat.
"I have had enough, you dare to mock me you letchures whore of the night. I know exactly why your here. I know exactly what you need, and precisely how to help."