Zaqar had chosen to linger for quite some time while the pope slept, it did not wish for its presence to be full revealed especially since they were already suspecting. Reaching out to Kaia, or rather the Incubi that inhabited her. With the telepathic bond concentrated it conveyed is intent towards it, curiosity towards the mental endurance of the human as well as the curiosity as towards his limits as well as the ability to recover or even rationalize.
Reynolds came to find himself laying on a smooth surface, his weight caused a slight indent in towards the material which he would come to find it was a mattress. The scent of blood hang heavily in the air, he would later find that the source of the scent was located on the front of his shirt, this was not his blood though. A red trail guided his path out the door way, the blood was very much still fresh. Screams now echoed through the ship both male and female, they were high-pitched and filled with pain, the source would remain a mystery as the sound reverberated from the walls. Should he try explore he would only find that he would contentiously do loops, all his efforts would be futile as he would always end up to the same blood soaked floor as well as his previous foot prints.