The air was stifling. It felt stale, yet also far too humid. The underground of the manor always felt this way. They didn't particularly care for it. With the earthen walls carved by the hands of servants centuries before their time, Jolon tried not to venture beneath the surface. However, when they wished to conduct their more...illicit acts, it was safest to utilize the cells within the tunnels.

They had forgotten why exactly this place had been made anyhow. Maybe one of their ancestors had thought it pertinent to create an underground laid filled with cells and various torture devices. Not that Jolon felt the need to use those, but they weren't exactly cleaning them up either. In fact, this area of the manor was hardly ever cleaned, which was probably why the air was so stale down here.

With a deep sigh, Jolon pressed a hand to the large metallic door. It was cold against their hand, the sensation seeping deep into his palm. They looked up, feeling their horns brush against the ceiling. They screwed up their face. Need to have someone come down and make the tunnels taller, it seemed they mused to themselves, pushing the door open.

Inside this particular room was a large cage, hanging from the ceiling. As soon as Jolon stepped inside, he noticed the figure within it. A human.

Jolon had gone to the human realm the other day. Their curiosity got the better of them again. It was a common occurrence, seeing the Fall Court noble escape to the human realm, only to return with another one of those mortals. They'd keep them underground, studying them. Their curiosity was never sated with just one human. And this one was far more intriguing than any before it.

They stepped forward, bending down towards the cage. Their orange eyes, burning like blooming embers of a fire, took in the creature before them. A grin twisted its way onto their face, the black, spidery like veins curling on their skin. With a slow chuckle, Jolon finally spoke. "You didn't eat your food, spiderling." They whispered, leaning closer.