Chapter 10

At the north end of the Nirvana Delight's a black line stretched and weaved itself into the fabric of its building. It looked like extending veins.

The faint sound of screams and the large scurry of footsteps came from outside the door. Cyrus who sat motionless in a meditative pose at the center of his bed to block all sound opened his eyes, he looked around his empty room till his eyes settled on the door.

Cyrus reached into the black box and took out a golden crucifix which he wore on his neck. It heated against his skin. But not high enough to burn.

The door to Cyrus's room opened and he walked out. The elevator lights to his left were blinking which meant it was currently in use. The hall was deserted but he could hear the screams and an unending mumble of various people trying to talk over the noise; Cyrus knelt and placed his ears on the floor. The sound was coming from below. He heard and felt hate, fear and panic through the floor but beneath all that there was another sound.