As she went into "Unconsciousness" she saw two black blurred shapes the size of the guards who escorted her in, appear on both sides and her wrists being moved behind her back as the feeling of cold metal wrapped around her wrists with a clack. From the glimpses and shine she could see of a light blue, and the feeling of a strangle warm light against her wrists, they were obviously imbued with magic as a basic precaution.
Already being guided down the stairs to the lower levels. Peeking out of feigning sleep, she could see her being lead down the steps to a wooden door glowing with a green pentagram, follow by a circle of runes and charms lined along the walls. Charon's scouts probably weren't able to phase through this section to take a look at this level, but as the guard began to open the door, it started to creak open into a place that was made of stone that contrasted the above levels, but the main difference was the magic glows of light all across the walls and floors. This place was pretty heavily warded and sealed compared to the surface. The fortress itself probably could be leveled and that still wouldn't break down the actual prison.
The real thing she could note, was the actual cells. Very few of them were actually next to each other. Or even had walls for that matter. Pure magical cubes of energy, each containing a person, some seeming to enjoy more freedom than others, but all sealed in their own kind of magic box. The actual use wasn't lost on her. No solid walls left the prisoners visible at all times, and it was much harder to dig your way out of a magical prison....this was actually looking quite a bit more high end than Charon had made it out to be. Even the castle's prison didn't bother with this kinds of measures. And not even that many prisoners. Not a small amount. But only about thirty or so. This place. It was specifically built with not your average demons in mind. That much was obvious.
As she walked, she could hear prisoners vary from being loud, to leecherous looking ones asking if she wants to share a cell, or some so sullen they just ignored her completely.
"Fresh meat? You'll do." As she began to pass by the fifth energy box, she could see the figure standing in it. A clearly masculine figure. Good hair, strong face, perhaps would be even considered handsome by some if it weren't for his body being utterly covered in bandages, only vague parts of his face being visible. He didn't look deformed or anything at all, underneath it, but from the look on his body, the toll of how long he must have been here said enough.
"Haha, feel like you're going to drop dead at any second,, now? The witch really must be taking her time with the "rescue." isn't she?" This was the first time one of the guards laughed, but there wasn't any joy in it. Just mere taunting as the bandaged man pulled at his chains, getting close to the wall of his cell before being pushed back by a massive pure blast of energy. She could hear it. The raw sizzling and the burning of some of his bandages. That wasn't rigged to knock someone down if they got to close. It was made to make sure they wouldn't go back. Yet, he stood on two feet and just growled.
"I have nothing to eat!"
Raven couldn't be sure....but if he was with Aversa...from the looks of him...that would be....Faust. If the stories were true, while he was supposedly one of the deadliest swords, he wasn't really soldier. Not even an assassin. He was....something else. However, there wasn't much time to confirm it as she walked past his cell, other prisoners starting to echo his shouting for food, each getting louder and louder trying to scream over each other.
"Too noisy. Be quiet." Just like that, dead silence. The man in the next few cells over didn't even raise his voice beyond a calm, but strict tone. The man seemed more lost in his own thoughts than focusing, ignoring Raven's passing. She didn't really have a name to put to the face. He didn't say much...so it was difficult to catch, but he had a slight accent to it that sounded closer to the guards here than that kind of northern accent most of Aversa's people had. Even from the way he dressed, it looked designed for open air. More suited for the desert heat than the kind of heavy cloth Aversa's type usually did.
As she began to be escorted to the center of a square, she saw the guards start to get some distance away before the emerging of a blue light began to shine around her, a new cube like prison joining the mix, with Raven standing right across from a few people. Namely that woman right in front. She wasn't chained up like the rest. Still a prisoner, but seeming to have slightly more liberates given the cup of tea she held and sipped, but calmly sat, unmoving.
"Ah, hello, little lamb. Come here often?" That kind of tone....definitely one of Aversa's crowd too. The woman was relatively soft spoken...but more than a little off. Pale skin. Purple hair......bad outfit.... Valyeria. Envy demon. Minor noble, but rich. She had already been linked to having some kind of involvement and relation to Aversa, but even with all of Morena's digging, they weren't sure exactly how. The moment, she began to lower her cup, she stared at Raven before frowning. "Just a little joke, dear."
