Xevon watched him for a moment or two before letting out a small noise. What could he do? He was already dead it wasn't like there was anything that he could do to a ghost.

His eyes flicked upward to the other floors. He would find him and he'd make sure he was lured away from the sleeping pair. They had to be safe. That was the only thing that he needed.

Even if it came at the cost of himself.

Callisto's movement to the door caught his attention and the ghostly guest moved toward the other. "Let's just make sure they're still okay," Xevon agreed, drifting through the hallway. He had more or less forgotten what it was like to have actual feet. It just didn't matter as much anymore.

"... he has my talisman," Xevon mused to himself. "I wonder when the blessing will kick in."

Xevon had found the locket in what had been once the "gift" shop of the hotel. It had since been converted to the bar and pool. It had just called out to him, reaching to his soul like it was a part of him. It had been no more than a few minutes when he had the dark feathers erupting from his back. Surprisingly, that hadn't killed him.

But he had help. Xevon's eyes darkened, remembering the group that he had been with. He had come into the hotel on his own free will but he was the only one left in the group that had been left behind.

A dark twisted angel of sorts.

Callisto glanced over his shoulder as Xevon spoke, merging his way through the door and into the hallway. That would probably be a good idea, no point sitting guard if they were already gone. He gave a small nod, continuing down towards the hallway, his eyes scanning the walls, the peeling wallpaper unmoving as they passed by. As they neared the door, Xevon spoke and gained his companions attention again. He knew it was mostly chatter to himself, but when there was no one else to talk to..

“It’s going to be interesting to say the least.” He drew out his words, reaching the door. Callisto paused in front of it, tilting his head before he craned his head forwards to peek inside. He hoped they were both still asleep and his wish was granted, the pair of them were still there and still breathing. Callisto backed out, letting out a sigh of his own, relief clear in the tone.

“They’re fine.” He hummed, eyes finding Xevon again, Callisto tensed at the look in his eyes. He seemed to be elsewhere. He remembered first finding Xevon, but it was so long ago that the memory was blurred a little. His eyes carried to the large wings that jostled with Xevon’s movements, they were impressive but Callisto was glad that he didn’t have a constantly present blessing. He could imagine wings got in the way frequently.

“Are you okay?” Callisto tested the waters, “They’re fine in there, do you still want to go?” His tone was careful, not wanting to further unnerve Xevon.

Callisto swallowed harshly as he watched the expression shift over Xevon’s face, turning into something he preferred not to comment on and be the object of his sharp remarks. He could admire the determination his companion had, in all the years Callisto had spent here, he never thought about taking him out once. Instead, simply existing. Avoiding. It wasn’t a happy existence but at least he was existing. Then Xevon came along and suddenly he had someone to do his existing with, except his friend was a gun and he was aimed at him.

“We will do something to stop all,” He gestured around them to the hallway and at a greater level to the hotel. “This.” He tried to keep his words tamed, not wanting to rile Xevon up anymore as he watched his friends hands ball up and his stiff form turn to move away from them. He wished he could understand his friend’s mind. What made him want to kill them? That was obvious. But it was impossible. They were nothing but a bug to squish in the grand scheme of all this. Callisto didn’t have the heart to tell Xevon his true thoughts, instead playing into it, unsure of what that meant for their health in the long run.

“Be safe.” He called after Xevon, keeping his eyes trained on the large wings retreating until he couldn’t see him anymore. Callisto’s lung pushed out a sigh, glancing over his shoulder to the door where their wards were sleeping away. They were probably sent here, the same as Callisto, for some petty reason. A stolen piece of bread, village sacrifice. The reasons were endless, but all were stupid in their justification.

The white haired man kept at his post, eyes drifting around every now and again, keeping a watchful lookout for the return of Xevon. His ears strained to try and pick out the smallest sound that might indicate that his friend would need his help.

Callisto was staring down the hallway when Xevon appeared before him. His form jolted in surprise, eyes widened for a second before the man managed to regain his composure. If he was still alive, fresh with his ability, that may have caused him to lose a bit of control. Clearing his throat as he listened to the update on their overlord's position. That's a fair point, he is always up there. He glanced over his friend's form, trying gauge his state of mind, when the question was answered for him.

Callisto's lips pressed into a thin line, he agreeded, but still unsure of what they could do to truly help other than make the pair walk to get talismans. His own group had gotten so close to escaping when his partner stepped towards their freedom, their form was snapped out of existence. Callisto's smile had fallen as he felt the warmth of his friends life fade out of their body. It was after that point when things became blurry. He was unsure if it was because of brain damage or because his brain was trying to protect him from the memories. "

"I want them to get out of this too." Callisto lifted a hand, tentatively placing his hand on Xevon's shoulder, trying to duck his head down to offer him a small smile. "We can only try." He offered some sort of consolation, or at least tried. "They're okay at the moment. That means we're doing well so far." His hand lingered for a moment before he drew it away from his shoulder, returning it to his side. "As long as we can keep him occupied up there, for as long as we possibly can, these two can roam around in relative safety." Callisto wasn't sure how they would go about distracting them, but it was worth a shot.

Callisto flattened his lips into a thin line as he watched his friend float a little higher to sit with his legs hovering beside him. He glanced towards the door he was lingering in front of, unsure of his reply a few seconds. He did not have a true answer. In fact, the proclaimation that Xevon had made was disheartening. He felt guilty that he had blocked out a great majority of his time in this hotel, at least the time he was living.

"I was here a while before you appeared." He let out a small sigh. "To which I am glad you did, but I would have preferred you made it out of here." Callisto offered a sad smile. He would gladly spend eternity alone in this hellscape if in return his friend had escaped. Alas, that was not what had happened and here they were. Entangled further into this mess. He was not sure why he had not been absorbed by this evil god, was he simply not of enough importance? A weak soul, so weak that absorbing him would contirbute so little that he was not work the time or energy.

"All we can do it guide them through it. Give them any information we have and keep a look out for danger." He tried to make up as many things they could do to help, it wasn't much but at least it wasn't nothing.

"When they wake, you should send them to my talisman straight away. The less time they spend here with us, the better. The quicker they move, the more time they have before he can get close to them." Callisto attempted to enrich his words with a sense of determination, whether or not it came across, he was unsure.

Callisto eyes tracked the movement of Xevon's hand through his hair, watching the strand slip back into their natural place when he withdrew his hand. The cellar indeed. His group had never even seen the damned thing until the last minutes he remembered before he assumed he was brutally killed. They were arguing about something, he doesn't remember. Was it about who would go first? That is was a trap and they were being naive? He had no clue, just that the second they had found their salvation that it was ripped from their hands. A cruel joke played on them at their last moments of life. His eyes slid into narrowed versions of themselves as he contemplated the cruelty of that act. A cruelty Callisto had watched happen over and over and over.

His head swivelled at the mention of them being awake, eyes widening back to their normal state. He carefully leaned his head into the room below Xevon's form. Eyes shifting around the room, the woman was curled into a tight ball, still under the covers. The man however. He was gone from the bed, a shadow from the bathroom indicating where he now stood. Shoulders tensed and face agast. Uh oh. Here we go.

Callisto sucked in a breath between his teeth in anticipation. "You didn't mention this was going to happen to him did you?" He questioned, slowly peering up towards Xevon, already knowing the answer. Not many eventually found Callisto's talisman, they had walked past it often. Laying on a table, sitting by a pile of papers, but only a few cast it a second glance. Those that did find it, he tried to help but it never worked. They burst into their new form terrified and began pelting about the hotel in a panic.

Lily stirred ever so slightly at the sound of footsteps, carefully shifting her body to lie on the other side. Eyes remained closed, but she was aware of the sound of something. When her consciousness came forwards enough, she remembered where she was. The realisation causing her to crack open her eyes, peering out into the room before her. She was facing the bed Finn was previously occupying. Now the mattress was empty.

The woman carefully leaned her torso up from the bed, using one arm to hold herself up as she let her sleepy eyes adjust to the room. She could just make out a shadow and half of a leg in the bathroom. Finn was still here, he hadn't been stolen away, leaving her solo in this doomed building. Not wanting to disturb him, Lily lowered herself back down onto the bed. Simply waiting for him to return to the main room, casting her eyes up towards the ceiling instead.