The thing about stone was that it had resonances. Oh, air had resonances too, but stone and brick and other such things gathered them. They had a certain degree of weight even for metaphysical things. Depending on the nature of those resonances, a cave or underground room could be exceedingly beautiful. In most cases, they were unique and interesting and worth investigating just because.

That wasn't the case here. Here, before they had even reached the bottom of the stairs, Gabriel's head was pounding with the echo of vampiric screams and violent death.

The Archangel slowed as they reached the bottom, letting Skulduggery overtake him. His eyes fell on the bodies just as the detective's had, and although Gabe could see that the souls of those in question had already moved on--because of an angel or through some automatic means--the room was still full of the savagery left behind. Gabe blinked and tears hit his cheeks, and he didn't stop them.

Part of him wanted to leave. The throb in his head wasn't getting any better. Part of him wanted to stay, to witness as was his duty.

"What's gonna happen to the bodies?" he asked, and his voice was a whisper. What did sorcerers do to the dead?