The sound of waves crashing against their shore emanated and ruptured from the nether that surrounded them. From that void Bellatrix called, twisted along with maddening words. Red flooded them, beat starkly against the drabness of the room and swallowed what it could from them. It took what it was owed. The blood and viscera that surrounded them, coated Hermione, given freely as an offering and magnified by their energy.