(((OOC: warning, gore ahead!)))
Skittering on the floor echoed through the hall, and Mordred instinctively dropped the torch, turning on his heel and running back into the corridor. There were numerous black doors lining it... He bashed right into the largest one, and threw it open.
It banged behind him, and he was surprised to find himself in a beautiful dining hall. It was lit with chandeliers crafted into incredible beauty, its beams reflected and refracted by the crystal glass, glowing with a bright white light. Behind the tall windows, made of stained glass, hundreds upon hundreds of colorful shards in a perfect mosaic in each, cracked lightning, and the tears of rain ran down their surface, but inside the hall it was comfortably warm and calm.
A huge dinner table was amid the room, spreading with two large wings on each side. It appeared like a wedding, with exquisite dishes before the guests, sitting still and quiet on their thrones. Atop the table stood a couple of larger, finer ones. In one, a beautiful young woman sat, garbed in an exquisite white gown of a bride, and the wisps of her silky black hair were covering her shoulders like a veil of shadows. She had a perfect, pale face, lips full and red like wine, and her blue eyes stared somewhere into the indistinct distance.
He was drawn to her. It was a bride without a groom... Her sad eyes turned to him, and an elegant hand gestured towards him to come closer. Mordred, staring at her enchanting beauty, stumbled forth, watched by the guests behind the tables.
The bride's hand picked up a long knife from the table, and as he found himself before her, she crawled over the board with her fingers on its hilt. It was lifted to her head...
Its tip was aimed into her eye. It dove into it, blood streaming as she gauged her eyeball out, her white cheeks suddenly colored crimson, and the same knife cut out her other eye, too. A couple of black hollows was staring at Mordred, and her bloodied hands reached after him. With a loud scream, Mordred flinched back from her.
A sudden crash of lightning blinded him, and he stumbled on his feet and fell on his back. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the room has changed rapidly - the windows were blood-stained, cracked and broken, large parts of the glass missing and hollow. The dishes were thrown across the room, the plates broken and stained. All of the room was full of weapons, cracked and broken upon the floor and tables, and smoke was rising from now blown out chandeliers. What was once guests in majestic attire were now only corpses, laying across the tables and their bloodied bodies hanging from the thrones. They were pierced with weapons and arrows, and many a severed head or limb lay in a pool of blood in the hall.
In the second throne, empty before, was a corpse of a man with a crown on his head, and a blade of a large battle-axe in his skull. Mordred stared at him in horror, when a hand grabbed his shoulder.
The bride sat atop the table, her hollowed eye sockets still staring at him with their black deeps. Her attire was now ripped and blood-stained, and her hands were cut and bony. The knife in them was still there, and she pointed it at her chest.
Frozen by horror, Mordred stared as she skewed it in, and with inhuman strength ripped her ribcage open. Her hands took her heart, pierced by the blade, from beneath her lungs, and ripped it out, streaming with blood, offering it to the mordecai.
The knight screamed, and he screamed and screamed as he rushed towards the door. From the sound of cracking bones he knew that she was following, and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw her stumbling behind, still holding out her heart.