Before her, Ling sees a tall, slim man wearing a sharp, black suit. He peers at her with serpentine eyes of yellow and black, and a smirk touches his lips. Black, feathered wings spread from his back and on the floor around his feet a complex geometric pattern marked with enochian symbols adorns the flagstones of the floor.
"So!" He declares with glee, running a thoughtful finger along his jawline as he runs his eye up and down the girl. "You have questions."
It's not a query, but a statement, and a confident one at that.
Ling flinches away, but quickly regains her composure and points her jian right at the stranger. She wracks her brain for the strange symbols that make up the circle, but cannot come up with anything. They're ennochian, but... demonic? angelic? magic? Shit I just can't tell, they could be used for anything and I never bothered to learn how to read them. Shit! Is he a demon? With wings?! Ling keeps her eyes on the man and is careful to avoid stepping into the circle or even crossing into it with her jian. "Who are you? What are you? What's your name? What are you doing here?" After a moment, she relaxes a little. He hasn't attacked me before he made himself known, so he either wants something or he's trapped in the circle. She adds with an overconfident grin: "And if you wouldn't mind sharing what kind of circle you're standing in, that would be helpful too!"
Nikolai watches Ling depart and takes a moment to look at himself in the reflection of a bottle. He rolls his eyes, but still smiles in spite of himself. ‘She’s just a child after all.’ Such a thoughts sends conflicting thoughts racing through him as he starts moving towards the upstairs just as he hears Ling’s voice drifting up from the cellar and now she’s talking to hers—- then there was a second voice that Nikolai realized was not Caio or Alaris. He stops mid stride and listens again… nope definitely a new voice. He cautiously makes his way down the stairs toward the cellar, but a loud creeeeeeeak of old wood betrays him. He abandons his attempt and hollers down. “Hey, Ling! You find anything exciting down here?”
Alaris elbows Nikolai and gives him a funny look as they move together towards the stairs and heading to the cellar. "When did you stop being cautious? Is there some kind of infectious goofiness in this house?"
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As she waits for her answer, Ling shouts back at Nikolai - without taking her eyes of the man? demon? - "Oh you know, just some dark-winged randomer in some ennochian circle, nothing much!"
The dark figure barks a derisive, yet amused laugh in Ling's direction. His right arm swings at his side as he inspects the ceiling with fascination.
"So predictable. Well, for starters, I am a guest in this house - and one that's quite overstayed its welcome, mind you. What am I? Oh, Miss Carstairs, how very material, and not as simple a question as you'd like it to be either. Was a seraph. Didn't like it. Freelance now. Call me Dagon."
Dagon's grins like a cheshire cat. He has one of the most expressive faces Ling has even seen, constantly in motion from one expression to the next as he talks.
"...and I... am waiting," he adds, finally. "In a key of Solomon."
He taps his foot impatiently, his wings twitching back and forth.
A seraph? An Angel? Ling racks her brains. I don't remember any angel or demon named Dagon... it kinda sounds Hebrew? Not normally overly studious, she doesn't expect the specific circle to ring a ball when he mentions it, but whether it is the yin fen or pure luck, she suddenly remembers. Solomon's keys, those were magical pentacles. That sure seems demonic to me!
"So, Dagon... whose guest are you? Why are you here?" She observes him for another second, fascinated, then an idea hits her. "You are trapped in this circle, aren't you?" As she questions him, she keeps her blade pointed at him, even though her stance and voice seem casual, as if talking to an interesting stranger on a train.
"Why, Kuzno's, of course!" Dagon replies, cracking a grin full of sparkling teeth. "I'm here to talk, although it seems the old coot left the lights on..."
He looks Ling up and down again, before peering over the shadowhunter's shoulder at the warlock lurking in the shadows behind her.
"Unlikely," he adds, distantly, as though musing on something.
"ARKADI!" Dagon suddenly calls out, his tone taking a brusque turn. "Come forward now, boy, we haven't got all day. How's your father keeping?"
Nikolai merely smirks at Alaris and shrugs. “Coming?” He descends down just as Ling calls up towards him. ‘Interesting...’ He listens and observes this interesting figure as he approaches Ling from behind.
He comes to stand next to Ling, examining the sigils from a distance, keeping quiet until… that name! Nikolai visibly flinches at the name Dagon uses and attempts to cover it by moving forward quickly to examine the runes if the sigil more closely. He purposefully doesn’t look up at Dagon while examining the runes, clearly interested in them but also curious as to Ling’s reaction, but he attempts to brush it off as the demon being misinformed. “This is very interesting setup you have here, friend. Well, I wouldn’t know about my father as he’s sitting in Hell. And…” he looks up at Dagon. “My name is Nikolai Dorokhov. You are mistaken, friend.” He pushes his interest back into the runes… even he could hear the pitiful attempt at deception. He winces, hoping maybe Ling was too distracted to notice...
Upon inspecting the sigil, Nikolai finds that it's actually composed of several concentric pentacles, geometrically interwoven in a complex incantation.
Each pentacle fulfils a different purpose. The innermost is marked with enochian symbols of summoning that are remarkably similar to those shown in the painting in the dining room. The markings are very much like shadowhunter runes, although he is certain that that is not, in fact, what they are. The outermost pentacle is lined with glyphs of binding and obligation, while the intermediate patterns clearly bear protective enchantments of some kind, and there is one other that he cannot quit decipher.
Dagon scoffs at the attempt at denial.
"You can't lie to me, boy. I see your heart. Call yourself what you will, if you must, but be a good little warlock and break that now."
He gestures to the outer circle.
"Otherwise daddy will hear about this, and then there'll be hell to pay."
Dagon looks extremely pleased with his little pun.
As Nikolai finishes identifying most of the runes and their sigils he gets a better understanding as to their purpose, although he couldn’t quite make sense of one. “Interesting…” he mutters, trying very hard to ignore the condescending tone of Dagon, despite the fact that he was quite irritating. He stands and looks Dagon in the eye for a moment. “No.” He looks down at the circle of binding and obligation. “I don’t appreciate your tone.”
He gestures to the outer circle. “Why are you held here? What was he forcing you to do?”
"Kuzno? As in Kusznetsov? The book guy? How would a human know how to summon... whatever you are? I'm going with demon." When Dagon talks to Nikolai, Ling's face looks surprised. She glances over at Nik: "Arkadi? Anything you wanna share, good little warlock?" She is so distracted by this other name that she forgets to worry about who "Kuzno" could be and instead giggles about "good little warlock". All over the place, the circle draws her attention again and she asks Nikolai: "Is he trapped in there? He is, isn't he? What do you offer if we let you out, hm?" Ling grins at Dagon and wriggles the tip of her sword at him. "No guarantees for what happens to you once out, by the way."
"Forcing m-?!" Dagon breaks off, shaking his head with a hand on his brow.
"Must you children always be so crude? I was here, visiting my dear friend, Gregory Kuznetsov-" he gestures flowerily to Ling in acknowledgement, "-, when these ruffians invaded his home and put an end to the chap and his dearly beloved."
Dagon pouts sulkily, as though this has been of great inconvenience to him.
"Do not think his ring on your finger has not escaped my notice, Miss Carstairs. Now, you can release me and I can equip you to take care of those responsible... or we can sit here and make conversation for the rest of the day. The choice is entirely yours."
He completely ignores Ling's threats, apparently unimpressed by her jian.
"How do we know it wasn't you that killed him, hm? What "ruffians" came in here? Warlocks, vampires, fey?" She thinks about his offer. "And how would you equip us, exactly? I'd like to know what you're offering before I strike a deal with a demon... Or, you know, we could just send you back to where you came from." She looks over at Nikolai, trying to see what he makes of Dagon and of her half-serious proposal to let him out. Nik seems off, that guy knows something I don't... I need to ask him about that later. Wait - "How do you know my name?!"
Nikolai glances at Ling and shakes his head when she inquired if he had something to add, it was a look she knew well. It was that closed off, stubborn side-glance that indicated Uncle Nik wasn’t going to open up about a certain subject. He spent a few moments reading this Dagon while Ling engaged with him and had to restrain himself from face-palming as she just noticed he knew her full name. Sometimes she could be very sharp and other times…
“I don’t think he killed him, Ling. Okay, Dagon, would you care to enlighten me as to what you and Gregory were collaborating on? And why perhaps your ‘old chap’ was murdered? Did it have to do with this? I will work on releasing these bindings if you drop the pretense. What say you? Otherwise,” he gestures vaguely towards the circle. “Mayhaps I will procure the funds to purchase this manor and then you and I can become the best of chaps for the rest of my life?”
Dagon bursts into a raucous, open-mouthed laugh at Ling's mention of 'where [he] came from'.
"Oh, but child," he weeps, slapping at his thigh. "I'm not even here."
With that, he lifts one arm and extends it through the edge of the circle. The limb vanishes where it passes over the ring, as though at some point it simply ceases to exist. He's about to open his mouth to continue, when Nikolai makes his 'proposal'. For the first time since they met him, Dagon hesitates.
"I'm a good conversation partner," he answers, with a dismissive shrug. "You already know a band of warlocks going by 'The Bastards of Edom' broke into the house and murdered him. Besides, how am I supposed to have harmed poor old Kuzno from in here? He was killed for his book... release me, and I'll tell you why, hm?"
Nikolai notices the hesitation and makes a mental note. ‘That thought frightened him.’ Several thoughts began to assail him all at once as floods of subconscious threads suddenly braided together to form a conscious pattern. He looks at Dagon very closely. “Of that I have no doubts, Dagon. I am very curious about the conversations you and Gregory held. And this book of his. Could you tell me the title of it? I am a connoisseur of books, although I’m sure you know this already. I noticed Gregory had quite the collection. Tell me what I want to know first and we will consider releasing you. You already know what we seem to be thinking. Therefore you can see that I am not bluffing when I say that I will do as I say,” he gives Dagon a very intent look. “I do not have the same card and therefore you have the upper hand. I do not like playing with someone that always has the upper hand. I cannot trust you to be speaking the truth whereas you know what I’m saying is truth. So, uphold your end first. And then, only then we look into the release of these bonds.” He gestures to the sigils.
Alaris opens their mouth to say something snarky, then closes it again from where they lean against the jamb, grinning at "Dagon." Better let Nik work... he's on a roll...
Activating a rune of heightened perception again, the paladin inhales and opens their bright eyes wide to take in everything possible about the winged figure. What are you deep down, funny fellow? What ARE you?
The paladin shakes their head in consternation, not fully believing their senses. Alaris walks up to Nikolai and lays a hand on the warlock's shoulder, then leans in to whisper, "Well, they aren't lying about the seraph part anyway. You know I can tell that much. But... that's not all they are. Can seraphs... transition??"
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Dagon rolls his eyes and lets out a small snarl of frustration.
"Tick-tock, Arkadi," he taunts, tapping at his wrist with a grin. "You don't have forever, you know. Much as you might feel otherwise."
The angel-cum-demon pauses and tilts back his head, as though contemplating some unknowable puzzle. He laughs weakly, like a man entertaining a joke made at his own expense, before fixing Nikolai with a penetrating gaze.
"The Bastards took The Grimoire of Pope Honorius, if that means anything to you, Mr. Connoisseur. I will give you what you seek though, son of Samael. I swear it by the Angel."
Again, Dagon cracks a wide, toothy grin. Eminently entertained by his own wit.
“Guys! Did you not hear me? You gotta come upstairs there’s this- oh shit.” Caio says as he bounds down the stairs looking for his friends only to find them talking with the winged stranger. “Who the hell is he?”
Before her, Ling sees a tall, slim man wearing a sharp, black suit. He peers at her with serpentine eyes of yellow and black, and a smirk touches his lips. Black, feathered wings spread from his back and on the floor around his feet a complex geometric pattern marked with enochian symbols adorns the flagstones of the floor.
"So!" He declares with glee, running a thoughtful finger along his jawline as he runs his eye up and down the girl. "You have questions."
It's not a query, but a statement, and a confident one at that.
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Ling flinches away, but quickly regains her composure and points her jian right at the stranger. She wracks her brain for the strange symbols that make up the circle, but cannot come up with anything. They're ennochian, but... demonic? angelic? magic? Shit I just can't tell, they could be used for anything and I never bothered to learn how to read them. Shit! Is he a demon? With wings?! Ling keeps her eyes on the man and is careful to avoid stepping into the circle or even crossing into it with her jian. "Who are you? What are you? What's your name? What are you doing here?" After a moment, she relaxes a little. He hasn't attacked me before he made himself known, so he either wants something or he's trapped in the circle. She adds with an overconfident grin: "And if you wouldn't mind sharing what kind of circle you're standing in, that would be helpful too!"
Nikolai watches Ling depart and takes a moment to look at himself in the reflection of a bottle. He rolls his eyes, but still smiles in spite of himself. ‘She’s just a child after all.’ Such a thoughts sends conflicting thoughts racing through him as he starts moving towards the upstairs just as he hears Ling’s voice drifting up from the cellar and now she’s talking to hers—- then there was a second voice that Nikolai realized was not Caio or Alaris. He stops mid stride and listens again… nope definitely a new voice. He cautiously makes his way down the stairs toward the cellar, but a loud creeeeeeeak of old wood betrays him. He abandons his attempt and hollers down. “Hey, Ling! You find anything exciting down here?”
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Alaris elbows Nikolai and gives him a funny look as they move together towards the stairs and heading to the cellar. "When did you stop being cautious? Is there some kind of infectious goofiness in this house?"
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As she waits for her answer, Ling shouts back at Nikolai - without taking her eyes of the man? demon? - "Oh you know, just some dark-winged randomer in some ennochian circle, nothing much!"
"Hah!"
The dark figure barks a derisive, yet amused laugh in Ling's direction. His right arm swings at his side as he inspects the ceiling with fascination.
"So predictable. Well, for starters, I am a guest in this house - and one that's quite overstayed its welcome, mind you. What am I? Oh, Miss Carstairs, how very material, and not as simple a question as you'd like it to be either. Was a seraph. Didn't like it. Freelance now. Call me Dagon."
Dagon's grins like a cheshire cat. He has one of the most expressive faces Ling has even seen, constantly in motion from one expression to the next as he talks.
"...and I... am waiting," he adds, finally. "In a key of Solomon."
He taps his foot impatiently, his wings twitching back and forth.
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A seraph? An Angel? Ling racks her brains. I don't remember any angel or demon named Dagon... it kinda sounds Hebrew? Not normally overly studious, she doesn't expect the specific circle to ring a ball when he mentions it, but whether it is the yin fen or pure luck, she suddenly remembers. Solomon's keys, those were magical pentacles. That sure seems demonic to me!
"So, Dagon... whose guest are you? Why are you here?" She observes him for another second, fascinated, then an idea hits her. "You are trapped in this circle, aren't you?" As she questions him, she keeps her blade pointed at him, even though her stance and voice seem casual, as if talking to an interesting stranger on a train.
"Why, Kuzno's, of course!" Dagon replies, cracking a grin full of sparkling teeth. "I'm here to talk, although it seems the old coot left the lights on..."
He looks Ling up and down again, before peering over the shadowhunter's shoulder at the warlock lurking in the shadows behind her.
"Unlikely," he adds, distantly, as though musing on something.
"ARKADI!" Dagon suddenly calls out, his tone taking a brusque turn. "Come forward now, boy, we haven't got all day. How's your father keeping?"
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Nikolai merely smirks at Alaris and shrugs. “Coming?” He descends down just as Ling calls up towards him. ‘Interesting...’ He listens and observes this interesting figure as he approaches Ling from behind.
He comes to stand next to Ling, examining the sigils from a distance, keeping quiet until… that name! Nikolai visibly flinches at the name Dagon uses and attempts to cover it by moving forward quickly to examine the runes if the sigil more closely. He purposefully doesn’t look up at Dagon while examining the runes, clearly interested in them but also curious as to Ling’s reaction, but he attempts to brush it off as the demon being misinformed. “This is very interesting setup you have here, friend. Well, I wouldn’t know about my father as he’s sitting in Hell. And…” he looks up at Dagon. “My name is Nikolai Dorokhov. You are mistaken, friend.” He pushes his interest back into the runes… even he could hear the pitiful attempt at deception. He winces, hoping maybe Ling was too distracted to notice...
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Upon inspecting the sigil, Nikolai finds that it's actually composed of several concentric pentacles, geometrically interwoven in a complex incantation.
Each pentacle fulfils a different purpose. The innermost is marked with enochian symbols of summoning that are remarkably similar to those shown in the painting in the dining room. The markings are very much like shadowhunter runes, although he is certain that that is not, in fact, what they are. The outermost pentacle is lined with glyphs of binding and obligation, while the intermediate patterns clearly bear protective enchantments of some kind, and there is one other that he cannot quit decipher.
Dagon scoffs at the attempt at denial.
"You can't lie to me, boy. I see your heart. Call yourself what you will, if you must, but be a good little warlock and break that now."
He gestures to the outer circle.
"Otherwise daddy will hear about this, and then there'll be hell to pay."
Dagon looks extremely pleased with his little pun.
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As Nikolai finishes identifying most of the runes and their sigils he gets a better understanding as to their purpose, although he couldn’t quite make sense of one. “Interesting…” he mutters, trying very hard to ignore the condescending tone of Dagon, despite the fact that he was quite irritating. He stands and looks Dagon in the eye for a moment. “No.” He looks down at the circle of binding and obligation. “I don’t appreciate your tone.”
He gestures to the outer circle. “Why are you held here? What was he forcing you to do?”
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"Kuzno? As in Kusznetsov? The book guy? How would a human know how to summon... whatever you are? I'm going with demon." When Dagon talks to Nikolai, Ling's face looks surprised. She glances over at Nik: "Arkadi? Anything you wanna share, good little warlock?" She is so distracted by this other name that she forgets to worry about who "Kuzno" could be and instead giggles about "good little warlock". All over the place, the circle draws her attention again and she asks Nikolai: "Is he trapped in there? He is, isn't he? What do you offer if we let you out, hm?" Ling grins at Dagon and wriggles the tip of her sword at him. "No guarantees for what happens to you once out, by the way."
"Forcing m-?!" Dagon breaks off, shaking his head with a hand on his brow.
"Must you children always be so crude? I was here, visiting my dear friend, Gregory Kuznetsov-" he gestures flowerily to Ling in acknowledgement, "-, when these ruffians invaded his home and put an end to the chap and his dearly beloved."
Dagon pouts sulkily, as though this has been of great inconvenience to him.
"Do not think his ring on your finger has not escaped my notice, Miss Carstairs. Now, you can release me and I can equip you to take care of those responsible... or we can sit here and make conversation for the rest of the day. The choice is entirely yours."
He completely ignores Ling's threats, apparently unimpressed by her jian.
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"How do we know it wasn't you that killed him, hm? What "ruffians" came in here? Warlocks, vampires, fey?" She thinks about his offer. "And how would you equip us, exactly? I'd like to know what you're offering before I strike a deal with a demon... Or, you know, we could just send you back to where you came from." She looks over at Nikolai, trying to see what he makes of Dagon and of her half-serious proposal to let him out. Nik seems off, that guy knows something I don't... I need to ask him about that later. Wait - "How do you know my name?!"
Nikolai glances at Ling and shakes his head when she inquired if he had something to add, it was a look she knew well. It was that closed off, stubborn side-glance that indicated Uncle Nik wasn’t going to open up about a certain subject. He spent a few moments reading this Dagon while Ling engaged with him and had to restrain himself from face-palming as she just noticed he knew her full name. Sometimes she could be very sharp and other times…
“I don’t think he killed him, Ling. Okay, Dagon, would you care to enlighten me as to what you and Gregory were collaborating on? And why perhaps your ‘old chap’ was murdered? Did it have to do with this? I will work on releasing these bindings if you drop the pretense. What say you? Otherwise,” he gestures vaguely towards the circle. “Mayhaps I will procure the funds to purchase this manor and then you and I can become the best of chaps for the rest of my life?”
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Dagon bursts into a raucous, open-mouthed laugh at Ling's mention of 'where [he] came from'.
"Oh, but child," he weeps, slapping at his thigh. "I'm not even here."
With that, he lifts one arm and extends it through the edge of the circle. The limb vanishes where it passes over the ring, as though at some point it simply ceases to exist. He's about to open his mouth to continue, when Nikolai makes his 'proposal'. For the first time since they met him, Dagon hesitates.
"I'm a good conversation partner," he answers, with a dismissive shrug. "You already know a band of warlocks going by 'The Bastards of Edom' broke into the house and murdered him. Besides, how am I supposed to have harmed poor old Kuzno from in here? He was killed for his book... release me, and I'll tell you why, hm?"
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Nikolai notices the hesitation and makes a mental note. ‘That thought frightened him.’ Several thoughts began to assail him all at once as floods of subconscious threads suddenly braided together to form a conscious pattern. He looks at Dagon very closely. “Of that I have no doubts, Dagon. I am very curious about the conversations you and Gregory held. And this book of his. Could you tell me the title of it? I am a connoisseur of books, although I’m sure you know this already. I noticed Gregory had quite the collection. Tell me what I want to know first and we will consider releasing you. You already know what we seem to be thinking. Therefore you can see that I am not bluffing when I say that I will do as I say,” he gives Dagon a very intent look. “I do not have the same card and therefore you have the upper hand. I do not like playing with someone that always has the upper hand. I cannot trust you to be speaking the truth whereas you know what I’m saying is truth. So, uphold your end first. And then, only then we look into the release of these bonds.” He gestures to the sigils.
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Alaris opens their mouth to say something snarky, then closes it again from where they lean against the jamb, grinning at "Dagon." Better let Nik work... he's on a roll...
Activating a rune of heightened perception again, the paladin inhales and opens their bright eyes wide to take in everything possible about the winged figure. What are you deep down, funny fellow? What ARE you?
The paladin shakes their head in consternation, not fully believing their senses. Alaris walks up to Nikolai and lays a hand on the warlock's shoulder, then leans in to whisper, "Well, they aren't lying about the seraph part anyway. You know I can tell that much. But... that's not all they are. Can seraphs... transition??"
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Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Dagon rolls his eyes and lets out a small snarl of frustration.
"Tick-tock, Arkadi," he taunts, tapping at his wrist with a grin. "You don't have forever, you know. Much as you might feel otherwise."
The angel-cum-demon pauses and tilts back his head, as though contemplating some unknowable puzzle. He laughs weakly, like a man entertaining a joke made at his own expense, before fixing Nikolai with a penetrating gaze.
"The Bastards took The Grimoire of Pope Honorius, if that means anything to you, Mr. Connoisseur. I will give you what you seek though, son of Samael. I swear it by the Angel."
Again, Dagon cracks a wide, toothy grin. Eminently entertained by his own wit.
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“Guys! Did you not hear me? You gotta come upstairs there’s this- oh shit.” Caio says as he bounds down the stairs looking for his friends only to find them talking with the winged stranger. “Who the hell is he?”
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