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Posted on: May 10 2018, 03:22 PM
It was one of this strange hours before sunrise, when it's hard to tell if it's still late or already early. There was not much light in the room, beside that burning candles gave. Flames danced, making shadows sway and twirl, casting weird shapes on the walls and ceiling. Besides producing light, there was a lot of smoke and scent of burning animal fat, for the stubs were made by hand - Sergio's magic was strongly connected to his roots and demanded certain rituals to work. Hence tropical flowers that stood in their pots actually outnumbered the furniture, giving out their heavy but sweet scent to his apartment.
The place was spacious, but not very luxurious. It was an old loft in very sketchy neighborhood, but it served it's pourpouse well: he had a lot of privacy, living in a place where no one asked questions. Maybe besides the one's that sounded like: "you have a problem, pal?". But that sort of thing was managed very quickly, beacuse violence and gang culture were Sergio's native tongues. It took him barely few days to establish his position in here and he made it clear he is better left alone. The same went for the old lady, who lived next door - warlock made sure that everyone understood that whoever gets any ideas about making Mrs Lavish life harder, will significantly shorten his own.
She was one of those people, who peek through the chain-locked door, every time she heard the old elevator or the creak of the staircase. Her only company were her paranoia and a few cats, probably as old as herself. Warlock had his own reasons to befriend the old woman, who saw him as a "fine young man, he doesn't talk much, but never makes trouble, shy a bit, but very polite for a foreigner". And her cats liked him, which made the old croon convinced he must have a good heart.
And she was right, he had one - it was sitting in stone bowl on the floor, next to burning candles.
"Ancient magic to summon the person you need to contact..."He mumbled to himself, shuffling through the pages of his grimoire. The book was old and thick, leather-bound. Some of the pages were yellowish and stained, with many hand-written notes stuffed between them. The beady eyes of small ginea pig watched the magician anxiously from behind the bars of its cage as he paced across the room. The tattoos on his back and shoulders were clearly visible, for he wore only jeans at present. The eyes of the Aztec warrior that was painted on his arm seemed to regard the animal with a hungry gaze, making it scuttle to the far corner of the cage. " Here it is!" - warlock exclaimed, picking up a dog-eared business card from between the pages.
Satine Bianchi, Consultant, Animator. Beside those four short but meaningful words, there was a phone number. "It's your lucky day, buddy." He said, closing the book and giving the scared animal a short grin. Putting down the grimoire to get one of his pre-paid phones, Sergio typed the text message. "I will be at the Starbucks in Vernonburg,lunch time. S P Castano." He double checked the number with the one on the card, before sending it. With a small smile, he picked up the plate with goat's heart and a few homemade cornflower breads and headed to the kitchen. Surely Mrs Lavish will be up soon and she might enjoy some early breakfast.
Starbucks was buzzing with the noise of the people who came in for their lunch break. Sergio came in half an hour earlier, to secure a table next to the wall, where he will have a good view on the toilets and bar - one of the habits of a criminal was to always know where the emergency exits are in case you need them. He didn't bother much about watching the main door - we knew well that in case he didn't recognize Satine's face after all the years that passed since they last met, his tattoos surely will. Sipping his brew, he was just one of the many - single man reading a book, in the leather jacket with tribal eagle on the back, clean white T-shirt and jeans. There was nothing in his posture or looks that would made people look at him twice, as Starbucks was usually the type of place where people either came with friends or simply minded their own business, swiping through their iPhones. Slowly going through the pages, he waited as if he had the whole time in the world.
Posted on: May 10 2018, 05:49 PM
thunder only happens when it's raining
Astral projection was only dangerous when done wrong. You could easily find yourself trapped in a spell-ridden territory, or lost, without a way back into your body. There were times Satine woke up in complete darkness, far away from home, with her body, which raised more questions for the Animator and her abilities. How limited was her precognition, and how much did scrying affect her? And where did she end up? She had researched places, and came across something known as "The Fade," which was like a limbo... but for supernatural spirits.
Satine had been lying on her back, within the confines of her room. She had passed out some hours ago, her badge still stuck to her chest. Between partially sealed lids, her eyes flitted about, her breathing erratic until she woke up sharply, her hand massaging her throat. She couldn't tell if what she'd seen was a vision, or a nightmare, or even a memory that had been warped and twisted in some way. She could only recall a cold hand grasping her throat, and a hissed warning to stop looking.
Satine wasn't the type to take shit from anybody, magical or not, she was going to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck warned her off.
As there was no rest for the wicked, neither was their for the good, the righteous, and the just. She got up, and ran her hands through her hair. She needed to change out of her suit, and take a nice, warm shower. Anything to relax the tension that stole her body, and kept her on edge. As she stripped, pearlescent ribbons danced about her back, claw marks, knives, of when she'd faced various preternatural opponents. The largest scar was on her left thigh, from when a Pandora Primogen from Seattle had thrown her through a glass window, the huge shard had missed a vital artery when it lodged through the meat of her flesh. The limp was barely noticeable, since it had been five years since that incident. Seattle had been a hell of a time for Satine and her cousin, Sienna.
She rested her phone by the sink, and stepped into the shower. The scalding waters hit her skin, burning away images, and soothing her. She closed her eyes, and sighed, basking in the moment when her phone went off. A generic chime of a text message lit up the screen of her samsung galaxy. She only spent ten minutes in her bliss, since there was no knowing how urgent the message would be. With a plush towel wrapped around her body, Satine finally checked her screen, and her expression hardened.
"Well, fuck." She said.
Satine arrived on time to the Starbucks location Sergio requested. She would be a fool to ignore his message, and the chance to meet him. The Warlock was troublesome, but useful. He had information, and as much as the Vatican wanted him on their team, Satine remained wary of who and what he was, and what he stood for. She had on a black windbreaker over a burgundy, sleeveless top, and fitted jeans that were tucked into calf-high riding boots. Her hair fell about sharp features, those jadestone orbs tracking each person's movement until they found him.
Sergio stood out incredibly from the rest of the crowd. A certain, magical pressure surrounded him, with spirits attached that would've made her head spun if it weren't for the shield she worked over her mind, to protect it from the onslaught of psychic attacks. She kept her mind safe, and the tattoo etched on her back was to protect her from dangerous spirits. The holster rested easily beneath her shoulder, carrying a 9mm beretta. Fifteen bullets resided within the standard issued firearm, when paired with the spiral tattoo around her upper right arm, made her a perfect shot. The winderbreaker covered all that, as she made her way through the crowd. She said nothing as she grabbed the back of the empty chair, and pulled it back from the table, so that she could take a seat across from him.
"Good morning." She said to him, those expectant eyes already pegging him for immediate answers. "Is this even the right place for us to talk?" Her question came with a soft smirk, as she leaned back, slender digits idly drumming across the table's surface.
Posted on: May 10 2018, 08:14 PM
Just as he predicted, the tattoos on his arm warned him of her presence. It was a jolt of sharp pain that went down his arm, as the sentient warrior spotted the barriers that surrounded the woman. And yet, he didn't lifted his black eyes from the pages before she took a seat. Taking a look at her, Sergio greeted a woman with a brief smile.
It took a certain character to make the casual wear look somewhat elegant and classy, and of all women Satine knew well how to do that. The jacket roughten her frame a little, hiding the gun form his sight, but he didn't have to see it to assume she came with some sort of protection. It was part of her being as far as Sergio knew - the woman knew the world and all its dark alleys and heck if she was to be taken by a surprise. That was something he could relate to, even though he didn't carry a gun at the moment.
Without much words, he flickered the book the the right page and pushed it across the table towards her. It was opened on the graphics of various Aztec vessels. They differ in size and shape, some of them resembling humanoid creatures. The one he put his finger on appeared to be made of red and white caly, with little ornaments. The only thing that stood out was a ghastly image of something that vaguely resembled a cross between a dragon and dog of sorts.It was black, with crocodile-like jaw and long tail that ended with a human hand. Its fur resembled scales and it looked surprisingly menacing, even for something that comes from Aztec mythology.
"Hello there. This is Ahuizotl. The dog of Tlaloc, ancient demon.There is a vessel that was made to store prana or spirit essence, and it somehow ended up in here. The owner won't part with it, so the whole thing will be illegal. Do you want me to keep talking?"
He said, tapping his finger twice on the sketch in the book, while his eyes raised to meet hers. Sergio's face was used to let on very little to none emotions, but his skin had an ashen shade to it, Metys equivalent of being pale. He was being brief and to the point - something that might be seen as rude, but the warlock respected the woman enough not to waste her time. She has proved herself as capable and sharp, and that was one of the reasons why he thought about dialing her number first.
If the case was troubling him, nothing besides his pale skin and slightly ruffled hair gave it away. He was no-bullshit, straight to business kind of person as usual. And as always, his own interests in the case would remain obscured for as long as he could manage.
Posted on: May 10 2018, 08:30 PM
thunder only happens when it's raining
He did not waste her time. Good. Satine scooted the chair forward, as he pushed his book toward her. Her gaze flicked to his face to read his expression, before settling down to the picture. She reached out, grasping the book to tug toward her, so that she could look over the colorful vessels. Mesoamerican art was richly displayed before her, but the back of her mind prickled with the magic thrumming from the book itself. Pins and needles danced along her fingertips, and dribbled along her wrist, and up the length of her arm.
One image stood out among the many. A menacing creature with a black coat, and a crocodile's jaw. The tail ended with a human hand, though nothing about the creature could even be a living thing. Satine's nerves were shot with a warning. The darkness conveyed within the image and the feral intensity in the creature's eye, as it peered up at them from within the page with a knowing gaze.
"Huh," she said, and pushed the book back toward him, as she leaned back in her chair. Nothing on his face told her that this was a bullshit story. The warlock may be scheming, and not entirely trustful, but he didn't beat around the bush when he needed something. That something was a favor, for why else would he call her of all people, an agent of Aegis, with a strong faith, and an eye for justice. Though, Satine understood too well the shades of gray that existed within the otherwise black and white world. The warlock, however, was among the darkest shade.
"I'm listening, Sergio." She said, "but we're taking this to my car." It didn't matter what wards may keep their conversation quiet. Her car was a safer bet than sitting within a Starbucks. Too many potential victims, or possible threats to speak of such things within the open. "I promise I won't shoot you if you decide to change the music." She smirked, as she stood up, palming her keys within her hand after uncliping the ring from her beltloop.
Her car waited within the parking lot; a sleek and pearl white vehicle of a Nissan make, specifically the G35. She pressed the FOB key to unlock it, and waved for him to take the passenger seat, so that she could settle on her side. The AC was switched off to combat the heat, while they settled within the leather interior and closed windows. Inside her car, she was able to shed her windbreaker, so that he could see her gun, and the tattoo that went around her shooting arm. "Start talking." The car hummed, a quiet purr of the engine. She turned within her seat toward him, those jade eyes intense as they scanned his face.
Posted on: May 10 2018, 09:18 PM
His eyes were fixed on her face as she took in the picture, his fingers brushed the pages as the woman tugged at the book to bring it closer to her. If anything, her poker face was as good as his own. She let out a small breath of air before declaring the need to change the place, and Sergio's brow jumped up just a little. But it wasn't something unexpected, given her background and the fear for the bystanders. He personally didn't care about what they hear, but still, he was willing to give in to her request nonetheless. If it wasn't for the sleepless nights filled with..this, he might've protested , or simply let her leave as she please. But the situation was unnerving, and as full of himself as he was, warlock knew better than let his pride get better of him. Truth be told, he was at the end of his wits, even though he didn't show it. Terror was something he got used to live with from his early years and it was the only reason why his hands were not shaking as he collected the book and the coffee, silently following her out. Maybe that should be a warning sign for Satine, for all he was known for, the sense of pride and strong self-preservation instinct, that normally wouldn't let him follow agent of Lyceum right to her car, when he gave her a heads up for their meeting. Technically, they got nothing on him, but Sergio suspected that the institution like that didn't need much to make sure someone even potentially problematic was going to be silenced. She cos have henchmen lurking anywhere around.
It must have been a temporary madness that has taken over him after all that sleepless nights, cause it was hard to explain why otherwise he would meekly agree to get in her car. Placing the book on his lap, the man took a sip of his coffee, watching Satine squirm out of her jacket. His eyes briefly slid through her frame and the gun that called for attention as loud as her well-trained body. To his own surprise, he still noticed that the woman was not only elegant, but also pleasing to the eye, with the curves in all the right places.
Still, when he spoke up, his tone was rather flat, in the matter-of-fact kind of way.
"There is not much to go on about. The vessel is ancient, I don't know how it ended up here, but the owner will not part with it. I don't think she is aware of what she has in her possession. There is either a very peculiar prana stored in it, or a demon, and I say the later one. If I could, I would deal with it on my own, but I have evidence telling me it's something beyond my abilities. The idea is to break in, take the artefact out and deal with it quietly. I assume your people would be interested in it's contents and I will agree for you to take it in exchange for information what it really was. I will take your word for that, that you will keep your side of the agreement."
He said all of that in his usual tone, but his fingers gipped tightly on he book as she spoke, to the point where his knuckles whitened visibly. Moreover, it was unusually generous deal coming from Sergio. But then again, even the toughest of men might be willing to loose something when they are terrified. And fear was certainly a new feeling for Sergio, something that he usually associated with other people
Posted on: May 10 2018, 11:11 PM
thunder only happens when it's raining
Fear was a strong motivator, but it also led to mistakes. Sergio took a great risk in contacting Satine, but it was also in safe hands with the exorcist. She had come across various entities, including Ba'al who'd been thwarted by the cousins from his attempt to open the gates of hell. Artifacts were strong carriers of magic, and could house spirits both malignant and benign. The car continued to purr, and the volume was at its lowest that music barely registered on the speakers.
Satine smirked softly, when his gaze fell to her gun. "They're not pointing at you - yet." She said. Satine had a way with humor to ease the tension, but it was simply how she was. She didn't take shit from anybody, nor did she have a filter despite their strange circumstances. She softened up, however, when she looked him over up close. Within her car, he appeared different, less dapper and charming, and more jumpy. Her work as a former profiler for the FBI helped her gather the little telltale signs of anxiety. He was a tight bundle of stress, and Satine had been called. In a number of ways, she could help him unwind - one of them to answer his genuine call for help.
When he spoke, her gaze fell to the book and the manner in which he held the object. His knuckles visibly turned white, and her brows furled with concern. Regardless, he was in fear and he needed help, and Satine wasn't a complete bitch to use her Aegis connection against him. She looked away from, her hand resting over the steering wheel, as she leaned back in her seat. She carefully mulled over his words. If it had been Ilias he'd called first, it would have been a different story. Satine, on the other hand, was a part of Aegis' public experiment RPIT. They believed in fair trial of the supernaturals, and Satine was more likely to give a warlock like Sergio a chance than anyone within the Lyceum would.
"There's a possibility that the object has influenced her, Sergio." she said, "they'll develop a connection with the beholder, and she's probably under the spell for being so close with it." She added, and then turned her gaze to him. "My people," she scoffed quietly, and smirked, her eyes humorless despite the mirth that curled her full lips. "No, Sergio. We're not all the same, like you think us to be. Some of us answer to other people, some of us answer to good faith."
"There is power in our oaths, Sergio. We're not ordinary people." She regarded him carefully, her jadestone depths piercing. "But I agree with how quietly we have to deal with it. As for breaking in - I believe there are other means. Sedate the owner, and seek the object, and sent back the demon to the pit."
"Put on your seatbelt." She said to him, as she buckled up. She peered over her shoulder and reversed out of her parking spot, and pulled them out of the Starbucks lot. "We need to pick up a few things - tell me more about the artifact, and what you know about the demon." She scanned the road, and then veered left, falling easily into the flow of traffic.
Posted on: May 11 2018, 07:56 AM
Satine was a strong woman, loyal but with a mind of her own. She had sharp edges that Sergio admired and if it wasn't for his current state of mind, he'd certainly enjoy more of her company. As she noticed his gaze on her gun and joked, his brew jolted up as he spoke just before taking a sip of his coffee : "You mean guns or breasts?" Still, his tone lacked the usual cheeky tint. It was as if he didn't try, but rather said it for the sake of formalities.
He was occupied with the uncomfortable feeling that she saw his fear. It was there in the furrow of her brow and the way her lips moved as she looked at him and his hand. His first instinct was to ease his grasp on the book when she looked to his palm, but he didn't. He was scared, but he'd rather have his guts taken out slowly than admit it loudly.
And then he felt the wave of anger sweeping over him, like a sweet surprise. It was better to be angry than scared - this irritation was something familiar, something he could control. Warlock turned his face away as she started talking, his gaze piercing through the glass window. How dare she lecture him? Did she thought he didn't know? Or worse, maybe she mocked him, saying obvious things in order to calm him down. He eased his grasp on the tome, letting his digits drum a quick rythm on the hard cover.
As she talked about her organisation, his gaze was still averted. He noticed a dog, walking obidiently at the heel of its master through the parking lot. The beast was huge and bulky, with dark fur glistening as the muscles moved under the skin. It was a canne corso, old breed that managed to look menacing and still somewhat elegant. And just as they were passing by, the dog suddenly turned its broad head to Sergio, without skipping the beat. The huge yellow eyes seemed to glare right at him, turning his stomach to lead and transforming his anger back into cold vapour of fear in a few seconds. Animal cast him a long glance and followed his master further out to the street. Sergio recoiled visibly and turned to Satine, just as she stared at him intensely, proposing the alternative way of dealing with the problem. Irritation flew through his face for a second.
"Sedate, break in.. you are juggling with words. It would land us in jail all the same." He said, grabbing the seat belt. He suddenly wanted to be away from this place and that damn dog. He felt fear and anger at his own weakness. It was as if he was losing his mind.
Taking in a breath, he came back to drumming his fingers on the book, thinking. How much he should tell her? Could he trust her? Obviously not. But did he really had a better choice?
"It is near by in a Spa and massage parlor. They close earlier today, I checked. There is one back door and one entrance through the roof, although that would be complicated - they have a room upstairs that I think owner stays in sometimes. There are CCTV cameras inside, so my best bet would be slipping through the bathroom window. They have alarm system, but it's a fake one, probably didn't pay the company and still kept it. The vessel is in the room with baths, as a decoration. I tried old collector trick but the woman was adamant that she ain't selling it. Didn't really wanna hear about it, like I proposed to buy off her child or something."
He shifted in his seat and took another gulp of the coffee. The cup was almost empty, threatening to leave him without excuse to cover his face. That part of talking was the easy one.He is a professional after all, so security and in and outs are something familiar. The other part of her question was more problematic though.
"Ahuizotl is a creature that belongs to Tlaloc, god of water, underworld and the like. Your typical bloodthirsty death god of sorts. The dog-like beast is told to live near water, cry like a child to attract the humans and then use this hand on it's tail to grab them and drown them in the depths. It eats the eyes, nails and teeth, but leaves the skin untouched besides some bruises. And it takes the souls of those it killed to it's master's realm, to serve him and have a good time suffering all eternity. That's our guy, or part of him in that jar."
It wasn't exactly the answer to all he knew about the thing, but Sergio had to fight the tingly feeling of terror going through his spine at the very thought of what was calling to him from that vessel.
Posted on: May 11 2018, 09:19 AM
thunder only happens when it's raining
Satine almost laughed at his cheekiness. Even with his dry, humorless tone, his comment would've earned him a slap if she'd been a different kind of woman. Satine may look elegant, but she was neither high class, nor prude. "Careful, Sergio." She teased, though her expression slid into that professional, relaxed demeanor. The G35 was rolling easily with the flow of traffic, but the way her eyes scanned the road weren't for extra precaution - she could literally see the various outcomes depending on the lane she chose, and Satine was able to weave her way without any problems, falling between cars, thus getting them towad their location in the most efficient and quickest way possible.
"Lucky for you, I can get us paperwork." RPIT, technically couldn't do what she was suggesting, but the Aegis operatives nestled within Savannah's law enforcement would be able to get an expedient warrant on the demon's location. A Spa and massage parlor; somehow, it fit the demon perfectly. "I think I know which one you're talking about." Just like her seamless knowledge of the graveyards within Savannah, she had also studied precariously the map of Georgia. Her scrying allowed her to dip into any possible supernatural hotspots, and several spas had earned the crystal's attention. Hence, the enchanted bulletin board back at the main office.
"The sedating part... We just need her asleep, or at least away from the spa." She frowned then as she watched the road, and braked seconds before a car decided to "suddenly" pull into the lane in front of her. Nothing was jarring at all with her driving. Her mind briefly relapsed into the familiar landscape of these parts. She'd been here a month ago, after an animating gig. The late hours brought odd and dangerous company, one of them happened to be the Vanir Primogen.
Satine wanted little casualties as possible. The woman was merely a honing device for the demon.
His fear was too palpable, but Satine ignored it for now. Finally, they'd pull into the parking lot of a one-story church. A nun was standing outside, talking to a young pastor when she saw the car roll in. "You can come along if you want, or sit and stew with that book in your hand." She stared at him with those jade colored eyes. "We're going to have to trust each other before we go into that spa." Very few places would have the Aztec influence, which narrowed down her search to on spa in Savannah. "Just know that I'm going to do everything I can to keep your mind and your soul safe." Life was a given from Satine. She'd protect his life, regardless of what he did for a living.
She smirked then, "you'd make a good agent. Just saying." She said, as she nicked her keys and got out of the car. She greeted the nun with a warm smile, "Sister Aggy." She leaned down to embrace the smaller, frail looking woman. Gentle eyes peered up at the taller agent, her round face framed by her white hood.
"What has brought you here, my child."
"His calling." Satine replied. Their conversation would seem normal, but the underlying language of Aegis agents were there. The nun was wearing the specific necklace that separated her from the rest of the Church's staff. Jesus, on the cross, had his hands balled into fists. The little detail mattered, as well as the Mark of the Ash that only other Aegis agents were able to see.
Sister Aggy nodded and flicked her gaze to Sergio. The difference in the air around him was noticeable, compared to the kind that surrounded Satine. Hers was close enough to necromancy, with a certain charged warmth around her, yet she had a strong faith and did not sacrifice humans. Sergio's aura was much darker than hers, and the Sister was able to see the conflict that flickered in the air around him, like dark electricity that was risking a power outage if he didn't pull himself together. "Follow me, my child. He awaits inside."
Sergio would be able to see how an Aegis operative worked within the Church. The secret was a risk only shared for prospects, and Sergio had been one that the Vatican was trying to get their hands on. For Satine, she wasn't willing to satisfy The Vechietti's desires to have him on board. Together, they'd walk inside the clean, simple church, with long rows of currently empty pews. Sister Aggy led them toward the dais, where an altar stood, bearing the fruits and offerings from church members to the Lord. Sister Aggy then ducked behind the podum, and brushed up the carpet to reveal a trap door. Sergio would feel the brush of white magic when inside the Church's walls. They were protected from dangerous spirits and entities; the church itself blessed by the Agents who protected it.
With surprising strength, Sister Aggy lifted up the trap door, and reached inside, removing a leather black duffel bag from within. She then closed the door, and moved the carpet back in place. She moved toward Satine, and handed the bag to her. "Go forth, my child, and stand with God and his Might." She said and dipped her head. She looked to Sergio with a hint of a knowing smile. Conflict could not be hidden from an Agent of God. She lifted up her hand to point her fingers in the motion of a cross, "I pray for a safe journey for the both of you."
Satine returned the motion, "thank you, Sister Aggy." As Satine nodded for Sergio to follow her, they would hear Sister Aggy murmuring a prayer behind them. The peace and solace of the church door would fall behind them once they stepped outside, and headed toward her car. She popped open the trunk, and dropped her back inside. Before shutting it, she went through a quick inventory. Inside were objects for the hunt - trapped beneath the flap were wooden stakes tipped with silver, and several cartridges filled with bullets that currently loaded the fifteen rounds of Satine's beretta. She had walked casually into the church armed, but the sister didn't bat an eye.
A curious chain was rolled up within the bag, along with a bible, and a little pouch filled with chalk, blessed by the River of Jordan. It didn't matter what kind of demons they were going after, or what kind of heritage - a good and strong faith repelled them, as well as the spells powered not just within the passage of the bible, but spells on sealing away spirits and entities. A different assortment of jars filled the bag as well, and a canteen filled with salt.
She reached for the chain, and carefully wrapped it around her arm. There was a reason, Satine had her windbreaker, and it wasn't just to hide her gun from view. She looked to Sergio, "Now that I'm asking you to trust me, can I trust you to not be vulnerable?" She said, staring hard into his eyes. "Will you back me up?" As hard edged as she was, she had a strong and core belief to bring less death to the world, if she could. Her hands weren't clean, however, but what she did had always been to preserve justice and the good that existed within people, and in this world.
"Do I need to be afraid of you?" The question was odd, but Satine had been watching him from the corner of her eye. She could actually drive without really watching the road, but passengers felt safer when she was actually looking ahead of her. Her odd question was both confusing as it was perplexing, but Satine was going to the root of what could be a potential problem for the both of them. Fear was a motivator, yes, but fear also bred mistakes, and cost lives. Satine may be willing to risk her life, but risk was different from dying for the warlock. Should he pose more a risk than back-up, she would have to take necessary precautions.
Posted on: May 11 2018, 10:29 AM
There was something odd with the way she drove, making the car flow through the traffic as she knew how the other vehicles will move just seconds before the other drivers even made the decisions. And yet, Sergio was too preoccupied with his own internal turmoil to think about that. It was something that he noticed and decided to put in the back of his head to analyse later, when his brain would stop spinning the terrified thoughts.
He sighed audibly as they came to park in from of little church, as if he wanted to say oh really, now. And yet, her comment about keeping his soul and mind safe made him give her one of his slightly frightening little smiles. "Oh yeah, as long as the soul and mind are fine, the body might burn on the stake cause it's alright if you've been pardoned in the eyes of the Lord. Isn't that what the Inquisition taught the talented ones?" His tone was calm but dripping with sour cynism. And yet, he still got out of the car to follow her and the little nun. Acknowledging her presence with nothing more than a nod of his head, he trailed behind the pair into the building. The aura of the place made his tattoos itch, sending waves of alerting signals that left his hand both numb and painful. The spell etched into his skin was useful for making him realize the presence of magic, but it didn't bother for his comfort. It was something very distinctive for the warlock who made the wards - Sergio's father thought that only the weak will not profit from enduring pain.
He remained silent and didn't flinch as the little nun blessed him, for the sake of decency. His lifestyle and opinions were not really in line with those of the Church, but it wasn't really time and place to discuss it.
As Satine ruffled through the bag and it's contents, Sergio took in the fresh air, looking to the horizon. There were clouds gathering, bringing the promise of a storm, but the air remained warm and light. He moved his shoulders to relieve them from tension that sneaked its way into his body.
Can I trust you not to be vulnerable? The question felt like a sharp slap to his pride, bringing him back to reality instantly. Something shifted in his dark face, but it was gone in a moment and whether it had been a snarl or laughter it was impossible to say. The armour of indifference was back, returning to its place like an iron curtain that usually separated the warlock from outside world.
"You would be foolish not to." He snapped, his voice suddenly as cold and deadly as a falling icicle. "I will let you suffer the consequence of your own mistakes and I expect nothing less from you. Still, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to work with you and use all my abilities to help us succeed. So unless your own idiocy brings the doom on your head, yes, you can count on me."
The gaze of his obsidian eyes was hard and cold as he held her gaze. And yet his anger was draining fast to be replaced by a very chilly feeling. Satine was an exorcist and skilled warrior, after all. And the thing he called her in to deal with was old as the ground they stood on, it's thirst for blood putting to shame the dry wanting of the dusty soil of southern lands. She needed to know.
"I can hear it talking. I don't think it speaks to me or knows of my existence, but I hear it's hunger and greed. Someone close to me made a pact with it's master and snippets of their conversations sneak into my dreams."
There, he said it. Without a tremble in his voice, despite the fear clawing at his throat, desperate to get out. He looked her in the eye all the time, still as a marble statue.
Posted on: May 11 2018, 12:08 PM
thunder only happens when it's raining
Satine cast him a sidelong glance when he brought up the Inquisition. She pulled down the trunk, hard, and turned to face him. A heat of anger was in her eyes, darkening the lime to evergreen. Her full lips were a tight line, her jaw clenched, but she looked him right into his eyes. "You want my help. I'm here to help - but first, you need put a tight lid on it because your life - as dark and creepy as it is - still means something. Your life, is a given, Sergio, and I'm going to save your ass whether I like you, or not."
His words irritated her, but there was still conviction in his own mean way that he wouldn't let her down. She had to take his word at face value, just as he was going to have to take hers. As people who were deeply in tuned with their magic, breaking their oaths would upset a balance. They were being watched, and it didn't matter who was watching them, or what. It was all a part of the magic that made them, and with Satine's faith, it could all be a part of the God's plan. Regardless, Satine was going to help Sergio with his demonic problem.
His confession had her step in his space, so that they were practically eye to eye, nose to nose. He was actually a bit taller than her, so she had to lift her chin up. She knew what possession did to people. Demons left destructions in their wake without having to be directly involved. Her grandfather had been possessed, before the demon convinced him to kill himself. Her Aunt - Sienna's mother - had succumbed to the madness within the psych ward. The one demon that constantly haunted her family had been "asleep." That he had a connection to this particular demon was extremely concerning to Satine because it made him a risk to not just her, but to himself.
She raised her fist, and pressed it against his chest, over where his heartbeat chanted. "You're a fucking liability for what's going to happen, Sergio. You're the biggest risk there is - and whatever you do, don't let... it... in, you hear me?" She was so uncomfortably close, but she was getting her point across. "It doesn't matter how skilled you are, or how strong you are. You need to have Faith in something, if it's not God, then it better be in yourself, because that thing is really close..."
He was so damned lucky that he had called her, because she had a gift for psychic nullifcation. "I can close that connection for you, but it won't be permanent. At least to help you clear your head." She then held out her palm, "give me your necklance." She didn't tell him why, she merely waited for him to hand it over.
Posted on: May 14 2018, 11:16 AM
He didn't comment on her speech about the value of his life. Sergio knew she was a woman of faith and however strange he found some of the ideas that she followed, it was her right to do whatever she pleased. As far as he was concerned, it was enough to know she was willing to help. Because however hard to admit, he needed help.
When she stepped into his space he didn't flinch. Part of him wanted to instinctively play the game, to answer to the threat with one of his own. Although Satine's anger was visible clearly, he was being threatened by more menacing people before and they hardly got the desired effect. It was hard to make him cower or give in - it was just the part of who he was. And so he watched her, unflinching, keeping her eyes locked with his.
As she pounded her fist on his chest, his heart answered, with its own double rhythm. Was it possible that she heard it? Like something out of Poe, his heart pounded against his chest, the only thing that betrayed his fear. And even though her daftness annoyed him and made him itch to put her back in line he didn't do anything of the sort. Instead, the gaze of his dark eyes held hers as he spoke:
"The only thing that is dangerously close is your lips."
His voice was calm and deliberate and he let his eyes slid a bit lower, to look at her mouth to add to the effect. She was lecturing him about the things he knew and warlock was not in the mood to get into that argument. He was risking getting slapped, but it was her who came some close, not the other way.
When she held out her hand, he hesitated for a moment. The necklace he had stored prana and mage wandered if she knew that. Even though Satine used entirely different magic than he did, it was possible for her to recognize the magical object, especially when it was so close. She didn't feel inclined to tell him whatever she wanted to do and however annoying her stubborn and demanding attitude was, Sergio had little choice but to comply. He welcomed the anger that slowly started to fill the pit of his stomach, for that feeling was better than creeping terror he felt for last few days.
Rebellious as he was, Sergio fished out the old gold coin. He dropped the flat disc on Satine's hand looking into her green eyes, his face straight and motionless. The money had some value, old as it was - with the name of King Philip of Spain etched to its face. Sergio couldn't remember where he got it, but he hung on to it and often played with it when thinking.
"That would have to do."
Although he didn't like the thought of giving it to the woman, he judged that it is better to part with it, if there was a chance that it would keep the rustling whispers out of his head.
Posted on: May 23 2018, 02:54 AM
thunder only happens when it's raining
If not a monster, a man would succeed in getting her this riled up. Damned, how she loved her men - Jack, Jim, and Jameson. They never let her down, but a man like Sergio could tip her over the edge of control. Whether it was to fuck, or to hurt - really bad, the emotions were there, just staunched by her overwhelming sense of self-control. She needed it, especially now. His comment slipped, followed by the downward trail of his dark eyes - slow, deliberate. That look did things to her body that she ignored. Had it been that long?
Slow, easy. They had surreal problems to deal with, and Satine had been specifically trained to battle against the spiritual realm. As she looked into his dark eyes, she knew he was aware of everything. His fear was making him reckless, and neither could afford the luxury of being afraid. Fear cost lives, and she was going to stupidly throw herself in line to save his ass - because it was who she was. Shit like that, she can't turn off, and she was far from being a "hero."
Instead of his necklace, he instead handed over an old gold coin. The coldness pressed into her palm, and she curled her hand over it, fingers closing in. "That's good enough." she said and closed her eyes. Satine squeezed the coin hard within her grasp until King Philip was embedded within her flesh. She held her closed fist to her lips, and whispered into the funnel of her hand.
" Take a me fortitudo mea, et corde suo custodiat, spiritum illius et extra corpus a viribus. Et ipsi daemones spirituum, seu manes." The heat transferred from her flesh and onto the gold coin, briefly warming it until she opened her eyes, and looked back into his umber depths. "It will keep your head safe long enough, so that it won't know who you are." She handed the coin back over to him, "now we can go."
The dreading hour was upon them, for the warlock and the exorcist to finally make their way. She finally stepped out of his personal space, and got inside her car. Her stride was purposeful; she didn't take her time. She only paused to wait for him to join her, before starting up and peeling from the Church's parking lot. They had everything they need, and what was left was just the warlock's faith in himself, if not a higher power to protect him from the big bad.
With her eyes on the road, and left hand on the steering wheel, she held her phone to her ear after dialing the agency in Lafayette Square. "I need a warrant for the Tezcatlipoca Yoga and Spa." She flicked her gaze for a second to the rearview mirror before changing lanes. It was the only place that fit Sergio's description, so Satine connected the two easily enough. "And someone to call the owner - check in if she's there." If someone was present, then it would make said person a dangerous liability. They didn't need to risk any more people than they need to. The good thing with having a warrant was the fact that they could still get in - especially when no one was around to answer them.
translation: "Take from me my strength, and protect his mind, his spirit, and his body from the outside forces. Be they demons, spirits, or ghosts."
Posted on: May 29 2018, 09:39 AM
His provocative comment didn't go entirely without effect. There was an unexpected expression that flashed through her face for a second. Warlock was unable to really say if it was anger, desire or maybe something entirely different. What he knew was that everyone has an inner beast, and whatever shape Satine's monster had, he could feel it wander closer to the bars of the cage, growling. It showed in her eyes for a second, that wild urge - to kill or to fuck, primal and old as humankind, held on a leash by her self-control. It took him by surprise that it was that easy to flip her buttons - on the other hand, he threw quite a lot on her head very quickly. And it wasn't like she was helping him out of long-lasting friendship. Sergio had an impression that the woman had to fight with her own convictions sometimes, being a slave to her own obligations. Like now, Satine being determined to help him out, despite all the disdain for some of his ways she had. It certainly didn't help the matters that he was acting the way he did.
Still, he was surprised by the way human body worked under stress - surprisingly for him, he realized that they spark off each other with some amount of electricity, that he wouldn't expect. Satine was a good looking woman and there was something alluring in her confidence. But it was an odd sort of attraction - Sergio felt it would be extremely hard to decide whether he wants to grab her to use her as something to put out the fire with or to caress her. Whichever it was, Warlock put that aside for possible later consideration. There was enough on his plate already, and it seemed that more was to come.
He watched her perform her magic with some sort of professional curiosity. She used Latin - language he could recognize but not comprehend. When she dropped the coin back to his hand, it felt warm to the touch. As he closed it within his palm, the stinging jolt of pain raced through his arm for a short moment before the spell settled in with the magic in one of his tattoos. He held his breath for a moment as his head spun. Following Satine to her car, magician remained silent for a long moment, until he was sure to be able to talk without the shiver in his voice. Slowly, the noise that Sergio didn't even realise he had in his head faded as the magic effect started to work. He waited for Satine to finish her call before speaking up.
Those were two simple words that one might not expect from someone acting so full of himself like Sergio, but the magician knew better than to ignore the power of such small gestures. Still, his tone was rather flat and matter-of-fact like, the only soft edge that his words had coming from his Spanish accent that rounded the syllables a bit.
Although his face remained as blanc as it was before, the soft drumming on his fingers at the hardcover of the book he kept on his lap indicated that there was something going on inside his head. Sergio went through their conversation quickly, trying to see if there is anything else important that she needed to know about.
"So, are you going to confiscate it as a potentially harmful magical artefact? Unregistered magical object? Or you just get in and find the fitting paragraph later? Quite comfortable, that badge of yours."
There was still a faint air of anger around him - more in his body language than the speech, although the last sentence was dripping with the sarcastic sting. Being weak made him angry and knowing that Satine knew about it aswell made it worse. Still, there was nothing much he could do about it, so warlock tugged at the seatbelt to adjust it and let his gaze slide through the passing landscape, hoping to ignore the annoying reality.
The sky that was sometimes visible through the buildings was hanging low, getting darker and swollen as clouds gathered overhead. Another ice-cold shiver crept down his spine as he thought about it. Although the rain was as natural as sunshine and Nature functioned without intentions or will of its own, Sergio felt malice in the coming storm. However irrational - the uneasiness was deeply felt as his perception was altered by the recent stress. Tlaloc was the god of rain and storms after all, and warlock felt as if it wasn't a coincidence that the sky was brewing. Breathing out sharply through his nose, Sergio turned his gaze to the road ahead.
"So I understand we go inside, you wave the badge and do the talking. Locating the vase and then what? You plan to kick the demon back to its cave or bring the vessel to some chapel where you'll study it?"
The irritation in his voice might sound as if he was angry at the way Lyceum conducted their business, while in reality, it was just another attempt to push aside the creeping fear that seemed to stick to him like a spider web. Every time he thought he got rid of it, another strand itched at his skin. It was annoying, knowing how irrational some of it was and yet, being unable to make his own body obey him. Shivering at the thought of a storm?! That was ridiculous and yet Sergio couldn't help the fact his gut told him to be wary.
Posted on: Jun 1 2018, 02:54 AM
thunder only happens when it's raining
Both had enough on their plates to consider putting out those fires. Fear had a way of bringing out man’s baser instincts. Even Satine was a slave to her own inhibitions; for someone who had a lot of control, she sometimes had a need for a lack thereof. The human mind was a curious thing, and neither had the luxury to delve further into its perplexing nature.
The two words that were uttered from his mouth succeeded in surprising her - a little. She just didn’t expect him to share his gratitude out loud. She would understand his pride, but she wouldn’t shit on his parade for being decent for two seconds.
Satine dealt easily with silence, but their upcoming mission required filling any missing details. Once they got there, that was it. They had to focus on moving forward. There was no later, or next time. Evil only strengthened with time, and the link between the demon and Sergio was a sure threat.
”I am not like them.” She said. The Lyceum were far too secretive; even more secretive than Aegis, but they were an unforgiving lot. Satine might have more focus on her job at present; she was good at what she did, but she was far from perfect. She believed in justice and fair trials, and that the world was muddled too deeply in shades of gray rather than black and white. Helping Sergio was an example of how those colors blended; Satine, who represented a constant goodness to side with the warlock who had done some terrible, terrible things.
”But the artifact will be stored in a safely warded environment.” That Sergio contacted her meant that she could have the artifact under Aegis’ safeguard. Her and Sienna would be able to take it into the vault beneath Lafayette Square.
The sky had a way of spelling out their upcoming doom, or perhaps it was just a storm coming underway. Either way, fate was providing the pair telltale signs that their journey ahead was a dangerous one. Satine’s expression was grim, but focused as she swerved effortlessly in and out of lanes. She was taking the most efficient and fastest route possible. His observation made her chuckle, and she softly clucked her tongue between her teeth. ”You watch a lot of TV?” she said with an edge of disbelief in her tone. She gently shook her head, amusement tilting the side of her mouth as she turned swiftly at a light, seconds before it turned red.
”Consider the possibilities. Even if she isn’t there, we still have a warrant that’ll allow us to get inside without breaking in. The law will protect us on that. Amazing how a piece of paper can do that, yes?” She glanced over to him briefly, before looking ahead, the clouds only darkening the closer they got to their destination.
”The demon either goes back to the pit, or it’s sealed with a powerful spell to keep it in the vase.” The latter was for him to decide. The vase would need a spell that had only one, nearly impossible way that it could release the spirit, otherwise the demon would be stuck… forever, in a vase with no power to exert its influence anymore. It would take a talented incantor, or notably, the warlock to perform such a feat. Satine’s expertise was in exorcising the demon. She would need additional magical backup in order to seal the demon.
”If we have no choice but to seal it, then it goes with me to the vault where we’ll keep it warded with the others.” She wasn’t going to tell him where she’d take it, as long as the Lyceum didn’t put their holy paws on the vase. The demon be damned. She then frowned as they drew into a quiet neighborhood, filled with small business shops and modest looking apartments. ”What do you think is going to happen, Sergio?” She then asked, while pulling the car to the side and parking it.
She unclipped her seatbelt and stared ahead, further down the street was the yoga and spa. She didn’t need to be close to feel the unsettling energy. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck prickled, before standing on end. From where they sat, the dark clouds roiled and rumbled. She hadn’t expected there to be a storm on the horizon, but there it was. A sky hungry for destruction, for violence, for sacrifice. A manifestation of the demon that waited for them. Lurking within the vase, within a spa and yoga shop that was meant to spread spiritual health and wellbeing.
This would of have been humorous if it weren’t for how dire the situation was. Satine got out without saying another word, and popped open the trunk. She went through her back of holdings - retrieving the chalk from the pouch and the canteen filled with salt. The chain remained wrapped around her arm, the little grip clenched within her fist so that the grooves fit easily to the shape of her fingers like brass knuckles. The chalk was secured within her inner breast pocket, while the canteen had a little clip and strap that easily looped around her belt
She didn’t need the bible, since she knew the words by heart. Her spells were crafted by her own faith, and the crystal stayed hidden beneath her shirt, so that she could steer her focus.
The charmingly small building never looked so menacing, but Satine was unfazed. The qualm within her heart was only naturally; the skipping pitter patter of anxiety that she could never truly get away from, no matter how strong and tough she appeared. She was only human, after all - gifted, yes, but still invariably human when it came to her emotions. Of course, she was afraid. Every job she’d ever faced, every crime scene she’d been to - the fear was ever palpable, as well as the anger, sadness, and grief. She had years to practice, so that she wouldn’t be an easy target.
”Take lead,” she said, ”I’ll be right behind you.” Before she closed the trunk, she dug one more time through her bag and then slipped her hand into the pouch. Two orbs glistened within the palm of her hands, carrying crystalline liquid that swayed to and fro until she carefully pocketed them within her windbreaker. She then slammed the trunk of her car shut, and waited for the warlock. The air was oppressive with something dark and sinister. As she steadily raised the shields from her vision, she could see them - the ghosts as they stood outside the building, with haunted eyeless faces. The spectrals turned as Satine approached them, and dropped their mouths in silent screams.
She didn’t ask Sergio if she could see the ghosts. She never asked anyone if they could. To give them more attention would only make things worst.
Posted on: Jun 5 2018, 09:15 AM
Sergio was well aware that Satine was far from being a typical Lyceum agent. Maybe it was her abilities or character, or the mix of both, that allowed her to see past black and white shades of life and carve her own path instead of just following the strict set of rules. The fact that she took him to one of their enclaves and was driving him to the spa was the best proof. And still, he teased her about being on team with what he saw as some sort of fanatics - palladin style, but as unforgiving as any other powerful gang. When she protested, he turned his gaze away from the window to look at her for a moment. Her life and choices were not really his business, but he couldn't help but wonder why she way doing all this.
"You are not. And still, you do all they ask, like a trained dog. What is it, a sense of belonging or a hook they have over you? You'd be doing great on your own, without clergy watching your hands all the time. You'd made a great rouge, just saying."
He said, twisting her own words about him making a good agent. Although his tone was rough as usual, there was sincerity to it, as warlock felt he is coming back to his senses. Not like it was a time and place for discussion about life choices, but on the other hand it wasn't like they meet for a coffee on daily basis. It was hard to refuse asking, when the opportunity presented itself.
Her laugh at his ideas about the FBI work made him roll his eyes. She was right, he had little experience with actually working "on the good side". He mostly understood how to avoid situations where law enforcement knocks at your door. Still, she managed to get a tiny smile with all her mocking. It quickly disappeared when she got back to business. Knitting his brows together he took his time to think about the best course of action.
Obviously, she was best fit to cast the demon out from the vessel and back to it's dimension, but in the long shot that wouldn't help his case. For if the creature found a way here once, it might do it again. Not mentioning that if they try to push it away, it will surely cling to whatever links it had and Sergio had an unpleasant feeling that even if the demon wasn't aware of their connection so far, it would change as soon as he met him. Hopefully, the spell will last long enough to hide that.
"If we kick it back to it's home, it will only come back again, wondering why the hell we meddled with it's business. I say let's try to stuff it back into the jar and let it rot in Vatican or some other neat chapel where it can listen to nuns singing for the rest of it's days."
When he said it like that, it seemed to be a terrible punishment, even for as bloodthirsty demon as Ahuizotl. Strangely enough, it made Sergio chuckle, as if he found the prospect amusing. It must've been stress, or just the ruthless gangster in him came out, finding humour in the dark and dangerous things. It's better to laugh in the face of fear than to cower.
She caught him by surprise with her honest question. There was a tint of wary in her tone. Obviously, Satine had more experience in facing the demons than himself, so she had all the more reason to be afraid. Still, she remained calm and collected on the outside.
He took a longer look at her, thinking about what to say. He was never the type to say words of encouragement just to give anyone false sense of security. He knew it will be a shitshow. But he hoped that their skills and element of surprise will be enough to let at least one of them get out alive.
"Well, if everything goes to shit Mrs Lavish will have to cook her own dinner. Probably the worst part will be spending the eternity terribly maimed in some demons realm. And that might be not so bad, if it wasn't for the fact we will be in there together. If you will go on quoting Bible all the time, I swear I will chew through your throat, even without teeth."
There was a grin to accompany that answer, half amused half menacing, as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out the car. As she went to the trunk to gather her things, warlock checked his own gear. Hidden by his broad jacket, he had a belt with various pouches. His fingers slide through them, making sure he remembers where all of his magic ingredients are in case he needed an easy access. After the short inspection, he took a deep breath and lifted his gaze toward the building.
Still, the storm had not broken. The sky over the spa loomed heavy with midday dark, as if all the water weight and potential thunder slid unspent from over the sea, to add pressure to their already suffocating atmosphere. Sometimes both weather and history broke far too slowly for those impatient for what came next.
Taking another deep breath didn't bring any relief, as it was humid and still -it felt like filling the lungs with putrid water that stayed in a glass for too long. With a short nod of his head, Sergio started to move, walking towards the building. Fighting the impeding feeling of paranoia, he resorted to what he knew - allowing his body to go through the drill. Look around for potential enemies, walking casually. Check the windows and the roofs. Walk past the door as if you didn't intend to get there at all, pause and look at the other side of the street. Still no one. Even the other shops felt oddly deserted, staring at him with the blank windows. Another look through the parked cars - the creature might take over about anyone in the proximity. Nothing. No one pidgeon strutting. Not one car passing by. The sounds of passing traffic from the flanking streets came oddly muffled, as if the area was enclosed with insulated dual-pane glass. At the wrong time and place, city might feel as isolated as Arctic.
Taking a look at Satine, he came back to the entrance of the spa. There was a a a series of glyphs surrounding the door, stylised to look like Aztec. His trained eye found faults and shortcomings of the artist - whoever done it, had only vague idea of what those symbols really meant.And still, he felt chill in the heavy air when he stood so close to the entrance. The windowed door with a small "sorry we are closed" widget, showed part of corridor, fitted with tropical-looking plants. The interior was dark, with the lamps off and the coming storm sucking the light from the day. He waited for the woman to join him before asking, in hushed tones :
"So we knock, or do we.."
He didn't finish the sentence, as the door were swept open, as if some gust of wind went through the inside of the building. The window rattled a little when it hit against the tip of Sergio's shoe.
Warlock caught the doorknob and gave exorcist short but intense gaze, note silently sliding inside. He kept to the wall, walking slowly and silently like a cat. Years spent in the jungle allowed him to brush against the plants without making them audibly rustle. After taking few steps in he passed the door on his left that led to the office. There should be one more on that side that led to the restroom, two on the right where massages took place and a staircase upstairs. Right next to it, on the end of the corridor, the door to the bathing area, where he last saw the vessel.
Unsure if Satine wants to clear the whole building , he stopped and looked behind at her and to the office door, waiting for her to make a call. Even if she opted for shouting that FBI was coming in, he still would rather keep to the shadows like a criminal he was. Especially when even though the spell was in place, he felt the numb pressure of hostile aura pressing at his shields from the moment he stepped in.
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