Curse the plague that's yet to, yet to come

[Groshyr]

For those blessed by the Elders and the Greater Light with ability to hear the song a special place was prepared in the world to come - that is what Achelous knew for sure. Something of such weird emerge as Israfel was sparkled interest, if this can be called so, of the Incubi. Now with no carrier, the creature was resting in something what human would call an aquarium. However, it was a chamber where the Incubi was born, their cradle - one of many. Not many return to this place, most just change the carrier once old stops satisfy their needs or their goals changes, but Achelous wanted and needed a specific shell, and Israfel was his way to get closer to that man and spark the light within his pathetic body, making it part of something greater.

Israfel was on the Shrine, the Sanctuary as some call it, one of the many Beacons left by the Elders in this corner of Endless Void. The creature could sense him - the worried and anxious mind, yet excited by the new discoveries. Achelous started to sing toward his mind, calling to come at his place, almost sacred location aboard the station. "No need to fear. Come to Ours and see the path." is what could man understand from all the mindstream sent carefully by the Incubi toward him.