It startled the young witch, admittedly, to learn that Serafina's relationship had prompted such distinct pain within the Warlock. He had always seemed so flippant about...everything, really. Though she had been invested within their relationship, Serafina hadn't truly thought they were serious enough to him that the dissolve of all they had been might cause Brennan to struggle in the same way that she had. A small frown crossed her lips and yet, for the moment, she said nothing. Perhaps she had been naive to simply think Brennan could forget her in the same fashion, much less pick up on such blurred terms. It was difficult to know really what they were. The pair were so much more than friends and yet, not entirely lovers either. They were lost somewhere in the shades of grey - and it was entirely Serafina's fault. She said little as he deflected, the girl momentarily allowing that conversation to merely slide to far easier topics. After all, Brennan never did well with those emotional things and she saw no reason to cause him further pain by forcing the man to speak of it. Rather, she made some effort to reassure him that even she hardly excelled at that whole...magic thing. It was something they would both learn together. Serafina hardly anticipated the compliment that fell from his lips, prompted a small simper on her own. He was sweet - though he always had been when the desire struck him.

They progressed steadily onwards towards that portal that had brought him back from the hellhound infested....well, hell, that he had come from. Though her own frustration was still present at the present state of the portal, to begin with. After all, leaving a portal to another dimension open was....well, dangerous, to everyone. To the entire populace of Sacrosanct. The last thing she wanted was for Dark Hunters to come after Brennan because of his mistake. Though the monsters had come to hunt Brennan down, there was no denying that they might not come after someone else on their quest to find him. Or worse, if they did get him, what was to stop them from falling upon all of the city. The stillness that surrounded that portal was, admittedly, quite a relief. Though seeing it with the naked eye was difficult, that distinct rippling caused by the rock Brennan threw was the only indication Serafina saw of its existence. How...curious. Brennan's warning to not stray too close was staunchly observed as the girl circled the portal, only to return to his side with an inkling of just how she intended to uncover the true depths of that spell. The Latin came near effortlessly to her, that spell spoken into the eerily silence that surrounded them. It was halfway in the midst of her completion of that spell that the wind came rushing towards her, those words dying on her lips quite as that red circle upon the ground came rushing to the surface - staining the earth with blood.

The very runes themselves look demonic, the angles all wrong to Serafina's own eyes and yet, she said nothing of it. Instead, the girl merely stood there and stared at the phrase that lined the circle, hoping she might spot any singular rune she recognized. She was hardly oblivious to the ghastly whispered that now audibly coaxed at her. It was as if Satan himself was offering her his power - just there for her to reach out and seize it. Her stormy gaze glanced upwards only at Brennan's innocent inquiry on whether or not she too heard that call. Her head bobbed in a subtle acknowledgment of his inquiry. Oh yes, she heard that call and fighting it took every ounce of goodness within the witch, particularly when that power was so sweetly tempting.

A soft breath left her lips as the girl so abruptly announced they'd need help to translate those ruins and, ultimately, close that portal. For now, however, there were other measures that could be taken. The last thing she anticipated was for Brennan to have already made plans to secure something of potential value. Her eyebrows rose at the mention of some fae King, a royal status that Brennan clearly didn't believe in. Serafina hardly hesitated to insist she too would be going and yet, Brennan knew her far too well to not anticipate the possibility of an ulterior motive. A small shrug crossed her shoulders as a small simper crossed her own lips. "Maybe I want to see what a King in Sacrosanct lives like?" Her love for all things luxurious, after all, had always been her weakness, even if Serafina had never had the funds to truly live like the Queen she had wanted to be. Thankfully, Brennan hardly seemed inclined to reject her, accepting her presence in this venture as flawlessly as he forever did. With that settled, Serafina was more than content to turn her attention to those preventative measures that might, at least, buy them some time till they were better able to both study those runes and come up with a better plan of action. A small glimpse of consideration crossed her features, her finger rose to her lips as she slowly put together that list of things she would require.

That suggestion of a flamethrower, however, prompted a skeptical look to the woman's features. "I wanted to be subtle, Brennan." She responded with an altogether blunt tone upon her lips. The girl turned on her heels, content to turn her gaze to the ground in hunt of that rock and feather she also required. Brennan's inquiry, however, caused her to shake her head ever so slightly, "It's the opposite." She informed him, even though her tone was more of an utterance. "I need something to represent fire that someone passing by won't pick up. Matches would be too convenient for someone. I don't want anyone breaking my circle. Cinnamon isn't as good but...it'll work in a pinch." She uttered with a small shrug, reaching up to pick a rock that would provide quite suitable for her spell. That feather, however, was proving to be a challenge. "Kay." She called out to Brennan as she continued moving further away from the portal, the young woman entirely oblivious to the way it suddenly rippled behind them. She heard Brennan's voice again and yet, his words were abruptly cut off but the sudden sound of barking. Serafina's gaze turned sharply towards the man, only for her eyes to widen at the sudden sight of...a peculiar....dog like creature quite near on top of him.

"BRENNAN." The panic within her voice was all but obvious as Serafina broke out in a dash towards the man, already calling to her affinities. She hadn't anticipated an attack. Why hadn't she? She should have! Of course whatever opened the portal might send something after them to ensure it was open. She had just gotten to Brennan's side when, quite suddenly, an almost affectionate sound of recognition left the man's lips, leaving Serafina all but baffled. "Barney?" She inquired, loosening her hold upon her magic, that liquid ball within her hand fell like an outpour of water on the floor beneath her. "You....know...that thing?" She inquired, watching as the man pulled the creature into a hug. What....the hell was that?

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