I could hear more different-language whispering, but, it was Tirun this time around. 
I push my eyes open and sit up, panting. 
"Hazel, are you okay?" Mylo sits next to me and rubs my back.
I stare forward, absentmindedly looking for the goat-snake.
"What happened?" He asks.
"This thing, with, like, this goat with a snake body with like human hands, but those were skeleton hands."  I explain, frenzied by the current events. 
"Satan." Mylo whispers. 
"W-what?" I whisper, my eyes wide and panicked. 
"Calm down, it's part of getting your maji, I think that's what I read." He taps his chin. 
I let myself relax. 
"But, just in case we have to go see someone." He stands, pulling me up too.  
"Who?" I ask. 
"A satanist in a different dimension." He answers. 
"What dimension?"
"You'll see." He smiles. "Anghyfreithlon!"
A portal opens, and we both step in.
We were welcomed with a large village-like thing, a dark gloomy castle behind it, hiding in the fog.
"So basically everything's illegal here, so don't act out." Mylo says, reaching down to grab my hand.
I simply nod.
"You okay?" He asks, turning to look at me.
"Yeah, just a little spooked, I guess." I answer. 
"Don't be, I'm pretty sure it's normal." He says, pulling me down the street.
Several depressed people walked and stood around the street. A few of them missing limbs. 
We continue down the depressed street - a few people getting arrested, or shanked - until we reach a building, the sign says: Ms. Lydia's Shack Of Satan. 
"This is it?" I ask.
"Yup." He says, knocking on the door. 
A lady walks out, her clothes were barely there, she was wearing a half-sheer corset, studded panties, and black stockings. "Mylo!"
"Hey, Lydia." He says, awkwardly.
"Come in." She ushers the both of us in. The was basically a house, a fireplace lit, puffing smoke through the chimney. 
"You brought me to a strip club?" I whisper in Mylo's ear.
"No, she's a shifter, this is a dimension, where having Maji is illegal, so she has to disguise as a stripper when welcoming visitors.
A loud wooshing sound fills the shack. Lydia has turned into a hobbled old woman, dressed in a cloak, her hair screwed up into tangles. "Sit, my children." She points to an expensive-looking couch with a coffee table in front of it, a chair on the other side of the coffee table.
I sit on the edge of the couch, crossing my ankles. 
Mylo sat down next to me, putting a hand palm-up on my knee, motioning that I should take it. 
I grab his hand and look into his worry-filled eyes.
"So what brings you here Mylo? I haven't seen you since you told me you were Christian." She cackles.
"We need help." Mylo says seriously.
"What? Do you think your fiancee's pregnant with the spawn of Satan?" She presses.
"One, she's not fiancee, and two, she's not pregnant!" Mylo yells, annoyed.
"Then what?" She spits.
"Hazel, you wanna tell her?" Mylo asks, quietly.
"So, earlier today, I blacked out, and this goat slash snake with human hands, he touched my forehead, and I felt tingles in my arms and hands." I explain, looking down at the coffee table.
"Have you uncovered your Maji?" She asks.
"No." I say.
"You're a very lucky girl." She says, smirking.
The room went silent until a bunch of police officers burst in. 
"GET DOWN!" One of them yells. 
Ms. Lydia shifts into a mouse and scampers under the chair.
Mylo wraps his arms around my head, falling backward onto the couch. 

They throw us into a room, locking the wooden doors behind them.
"This seems a bit more classy than Noah." I point out, looking around at the Victorian room they'd locked us in.
"Yeah, now we're free-roam hostages." Mylo jokes.
"Good point." I laugh, flopping down on the bed, which felt like heaven. 
"Found a book of laws." Mylo says.
"What do you think we got caught for?" I ask, looking over at Mylo.
He was flipping through the hefty book. "Miscarrying." He looks at me with a joking pointed glare. "Do you have something you're not telling me?"
I burst into laughter. "Yes, Mylo, I'm sorry, I should've told you." I dramatically put the back of my hand on my forehead. 
"How dare you!" He gasps, still looking through the book.
"I'm sorry!" I yell, giggling., the thought of me having a child putting me in hysterics. 
"Hmm... Preforming banned religious practices, maybe that?" He looks over at me.
"Probably that, even though we were just asking questions." I scoff. 
He smiles at me continues looking through the book. "It says here that practicing these banned religions is punishable by death, depending on which religion." 
"I guess we're dying." I joke dryly. 
"No, we'll survive this, we survive everything." He says, closing the book and setting it on a table, which also held a kerosene lantern.
"I know, this prison isn't even high security, can't we just key ourselves out?" I ask.
"No, we can't, this has a high concentration of Urna, if I even tried there's a 50% chance I'd die." He says.
"Oh." I say.
"This prison is pretty high security, by the way." He says, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So we're screwed?" I ask.
"A little." He pauses. "Yeah, we're screwed."
"Shoot." I sit up and scoot next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.
And that's when the door swings open.