Chapter 234-5

They streamed through what was left of the doorway, spindly skeletal bodies with misshapen heads slightly too large and loose papery flesh hanging off their bones, moving like spiders as they crawled up the walls to the ceiling, spreading out in all directions. The black tide just kept coming and coming, pouring into the gallery, their long blackened tongues lolling out of wicked mouths and as they advanced, they made a high-pitched mewling noise and a whooping that sounded like hyenas. The prisoners in the paintings shrank back in fear, seeking sanctuary inside their prison cells wherever they could but they needn't have worried. The demons weren't coming for them. They swarmed towards us, body after body, until I could barely see any of the walls or ceiling underneath. One dropped down from above, landing perfectly on all fours and with a cackle of sheer glee, it slicked its tongue over its lips and bared its teeth, lips peeling back from its rotten gums, its beady bloodshot eyes gla