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Not much time seemed to have past, the lights had yet to come back on and the water seeping in had increased, but nothing of note had happened since Absolom last vented his anger. At that moment, Absolom blinked, the sudden movement awoke the rest of his body. He hadn't been "sleeping" per se, but he could feel his heart beat speeding up and his breathing patterns change. He'd been in some kind of stasis he supposed. The rain sounded lighter, though rain was not something Absolom had ever experienced personally. From his recollection the demon world had mostly been desserts and sandy cliffs; though he was sure it varied in other parts. Sand storms had been the worst natural disaster he had yet to experience, and from the sounds outside, Absolom was aware of how dangerous this "water storm", most be. Also, the damp pooling water in the leaky catacombs gave him an indication of what was going on beyond this "holy" sanctuary.

With all the time Absolom had spent sulking in the darkness, he had recently noticed the complex symbols etched into the stone floor around him, all out of reach by several feet. In a desperate attempt to keep his sanity, Absolom had been busy trying to read them, this project ultimately failed. In frustration, Absolom spit in the direction of the cell bars, to his surprise, the projectile burst into flames as it passed the invisible boundary formed by the symbols. That answered all his major questions. He began to puzzle how, even if he broke his chains, could he even possibly pass this "cage". He couldn't see how, considering what it did to a little spit. He may not feel pain, but his flesh burning off his bones would probably leave him indisposed. His thoughts extended, even if, by chance, another demon came to his aide, it was unlikely they could pass by the runes either...

Somewhere beyond in the chapel, Absolom could hear a man's voice, and sensed another demon at least, but beyond the temple he could feel nothing. He presumed the whole building had magical seals that separated it from the outside world. It was likely, he extrapolated, that only "authorized" demons could probably even set foot on the ground without experiencing extreme pain (not all demon were immune like him). These occultists were more devious than he had originally given them credit for.

Through this long stream of consciousness, Abby had not noticed the rise in the water level. What had originally just been large puddle on the floor was now becoming an inch deep sheet of water around him. At first he snarled and lashed, but soon gave up. Above him the old concrete crumbled, and water began flowing through. Completely soaked now, Absolom leaned back against the wall; this would all have to end eventually. He'd have his revenge.