The Roma and Her Demon, Part 3: The New Protectors of Paris
The heavy iron door muffled the chaotic sounds of battle from above, leaving the crypts in a heavy, suffocating silence broken only by Esmeralda's ragged breathing. The orange glow of the risen sun filtered through the high, barred vents, its bright light causing the ancient stone sarcophagi to cast shadows around the area. A moment passed, and then the semi-intangible form of Yubel rematerialized beside Esmeralda, her pink skin glowing faintly against the cold stone. "All right, we're here," she told the young performer. "Time for us to get started." "'Get started'?!" Esmeralda snapped, pacing frantically on the damp stone floor. "Yubel, right now, my friends are fighting what is likely a losing battle against Frollo and his vast resources, while the two of us sit here among the dead! We've gotta get back up into Notre Dame, and then I'm sure that we can—!" But then, she stopped mid-sentence when Yubel floated directl...
