“Perhaps killed was the wrong phrasing.” He corrected, mostly to himself as the closeness of his companion drifted away back to their normal distance. Out of all the things that he could have said, he picked killed. How could you kill a ghost.

As Xevon turned his attention back to the wall that separated them from the living, he could feel a small tingling sensation on the back of his head where the hair had been disturbed. It lingered still as he moved to follow him through the wall, immediately his eyes were brought to Finn as he sat up. He looked dreadful. Unsurprising considering the abhorrent creature that had just chased them down the hall.

Callisto’s side was still open, but no longer dripping with black viscous liquid. A rather gruesome sight, but he was standing almost upright.

“We are fine, you look worse.” He quipped, hovering further into the space, brushing past Xevon in the process. “That thing, is the god you were supposed to be a sacrifice to.” His tone had returned to a matter of fact cadence, outwardly he was of the same mental state as when he last conversed with them. But it was more of a front than the truth, if he acted normal then maybe things would return to normal. Whatever was going on with himself and the creature, not to mention what had just occurred between himself and Xevon, needed to be compartmentalised.

Lily tilted her head from where she sat on her knees beside Finntello, watching as the ghosts drifted into the room and Callisto spoke. Her expression rather flush and warm considering the state of her companion.

“Excuse the question, but if you two get beaten up that badly. How are we supposed to hurt it enough to escape?” She took a small glance to the daggers and ring to the side of her. “Even with these things.” Lily gestured loosely to the metal assortment.

Callisto clicked his tongue quietly as he listened to the living voice their concerns, his ribs still ached with pain and the added chatter wasn’t helping. As Finn questioned the use of the items, he turned back round and faced them squarely.

“You have wings, they do not cut. They do not injure him in any way, you need a weapon.” Continuing rather matter-of-factly. “Lily has managed a more advanced blessing than others, but she can still use the dagger. The ring is for protection from him.” What was the point in hiding its use, they needed to know eventually. May as well let the squabbling as to who is wearing it begin now.

“The daggers are strong weapons, I do not know why. They just hurt him more than anything else.” Callisto tried to info-dump as much as he could, for the simple reason of putting a stop to their questioning. “But your current biggest concern is finding a cellar door, not the one you found my trinket in. Another one, it moves. That is your way out.”

With a small look towards Xevon, he waited to see if his companion was ticked off about the amount of information he had revealed. But if they both wanted to get out of here and now, there was no point in waiting to trickle information to them.

Lily remained where she sat, reaching for the silver dagger and turned it over in her hands. She still had no idea why they looked familiar. If they dealt damage to whatever monstrosity Finn had witnessed, then she would be taking it everywhere with her.

Callisto stifled a small humoured sound as wings being useless, correcting himself quickly before he drew in a breath. “You will need to get close to him, that’s true. We will get you both out of here, no matter cost.” His eyes danced over towards Xevon as he made his approach.

As he listened to the progression of their conversation, he found himself looking over to where Lily sat, her delicate fingers spinning the blade in her hand. She appeared deep in thought and that was when she suddenly snapped her head up to look at him, pupils constricting as she met his staring. Something similar to recognition passed over her features, not acknowledgement that Callisto was watching her but…like she had realised something.

“For now, proceed as though it cannot be killed.” Slowly he drew his eyes from Lily, the scrunched expression of confusion spread across his face. “If Xevon and I are correct, then brilliant. If not, then maim and cellar door. There is not an extravagant plan. Never is.” He dipped his voice a little towards the end, a sharp nerve in his wound firing off, producing a small grunt in return.

Lily had been staring at her own reflection in the silver blade as the men spoke, it was still calling to her. Coaxing something from her, whatever it was, it was important. That much she could tell. Only at Callisto’s initial comment, did something click in her brain. No matter the cost. That was when she had jolted her neck up and saw him looking at her. Why did he say that? There was something itching at the back of her mind, it was so close to breaking through and it was something to do with him. Those words, his face, these blades. Something about all of it was so familiar and she could only dread what that meant.

Callisto’s eyebrow lifted as he caught the voice of Finn, but with the usual bravado pulled away, quiet and scared. His expression remained the same as he listened, watching him lift a hand and pushing it haphazardly into his hair. Pieces sticking up at the front as he peered up at them.

Xevon’s side long glance and silence told him enough, he was going to have to reply to that one.

“Worry about getting yourselves out of here. Killing an immortal god is not exactly an easy task to complete.” He attempted to bring Finn back down from the pillar of justice he was currently trying to climb.

“Xevon and I will concern ourselves with figuring out if your theory will work. If it does, you will know. Then you can kill him.” A guided answer, giving him the chance to still kill the damn thing if they were successful.

He did not want either of the living to throw themselves at the lantern. He didn’t know if they could be drawn into its flame yet, but he knew for a fact that Xevon and himself have yet to be pulled towards it.

Lily finally piped up, drawn away from her wandering thoughts as she caught the dip in Finntello’s voice. Her head lifting to peer across at the men. “Will the people that sent us here know we escaped?” If they didn’t then Finn had nothing to worry about, they couldn’t come track him down. But if they did know then that would be a different story.

Lily’s frown only deepened as she listened to the conversation, she wasn’t entirely satisfied with the situation either. If they knew they had escaped, then maybe they would come after them. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t care, finding some other person. However, she had a feeling that being sent here as its bride wasn’t a common occurrence.

“If you end up back here, then you do it again.” Callisto shrugged. “But I expect you will be moving away from wherever you used to live, perhaps they will not follow you.” He flexed his shoulders gently and gave a small glance towards Xevon. “That or our plan works. So no point getting your hopes up about something we do not know will work. Just find the door and get out, if we can do something more to that beast, we will.” Despite directing his words to Finn, the last bit was certainly aimed at the ghost instead.

Lily carefully pulled herself back up to her feet, the dagger still dangling from one hand.

“How do we find the door? Do we just walk around and hope that thing doesn’t find us?” She poked her questions pointedly, a little harsher now that she was gradually watching Finn grow more upset. She wanted to get them both out of here as soon as humanly (or ghostly) possible.

Callisto cocked his head to look over at her, nose scrunching a little before he spoke. “Like I said before, it moves. We will need to find wherever it is, get that abomination’s attention and then get you both out.”