“Mister March!” the doctor said rushing over to me, there was also police behind him.
“Is something wrong?” I asked
“No, but…three other people across the world were found…with those exact same shackles on them” the doctor said turning an iPad towards me showing four pictures, one of them being Cian’s arm, showing off the shackle, the other three showed people of various other skin-toes, but just as starved with those exact same shackles on them. “All of them have barely any memory, the shackles cannot be broken by any type of magic, they have no recollection of what they are, what they can do or anything else.”
“My…god…” I said quietly
“I don’t know where these people were being held captive, but…somehow in the amount of time that you found him and these other three were found…is only a span of fourteen hours.”
“How were they found across the world…in the exact same shackles, the exact same memory gaps…and the exact same injuries?” I asked
“We have no idea” the police said, but the person beside them was taking notes: not an FBI badge on their blazer, but NHI, nonhuman Interpol.
“Where were the other three found?” I asked
“One in London, one in Tokyo and one in Cape Town” the doctor said as he motioned to the shackles, “You were talking about how you found a contact that could possibly…have some information about these things?”
“I do.”
“Thank you for your assistance, Mister Aswad” the agent said, I nodded.
“Just Mister March is fine” I said as I breathed deeply, “I need to get some things though…to be able to contact them.”
As I eventually got back to my shop, I walked around the shelves as I gathered a few things like a fish skeleton and a few other small pieces. I also grabbed that compendium of archdemons. I am an Egyptian demigod, beings like me or warlocks or other divine/demonic blooded races really prefer to stay to our own pantheons and our own worlds of power, I only ever associate with the deities of the Egyptian pantheon: Ra, Horus, Khepri, Osiris, Set, Anuket, Bastet, Hathor, Isis, Maat, Nut, Sekhmet, Anubis…along with many, many others. I have no idea how to even start the process of contacting a deity of a different religion, nevertheless a…possibly malevolent and dangerous archdemon deity of the Judeo-Christian pantheon.
I wrapped those things up in a large scarf before tucking it into my usual day bag as I went about my work. I did do a little bit more research: I had that demonic codex open on the countertop as I had my phone beside it and started looking through pictures of Kálmán Varga and his husband, Anthony…there were pictures of the two on a very nice looking, small sailing vessel in what looked like the Caribbean or pictures of Anthony sipping wine in Greece, obviously by the stark white buildings and cobalt colored roofs. So many of their shoes had red soles, they wore such flamboyant clothing and had such a very odd and extreme style: Anthony wore clashed feminine clothing with masculine: a very tailored blazer over a skirt or a big flouncy blouse tucked into tailored suit trousers and heels, as for Kálmán a vast majority of the pictures were extremely ornate bespoke suits of the most out there fabrics for suit making. There were also pictures that were obviously done by a different person: artsy, tastefully nude and in grayscale of either of the two wearing this ornate jewelry that people talked about being pieces that Anthony made because of his previous profession of a jeweler.
I closed the codex before I started searching for that company Varga owns, 6V, I think is what it was called. A quick search informed me that the company was made about two-three decades ago and Varga has been the only person who has been the CEO. There is also two sides to it: a human side which handles large scale reclamation of various things, but there is also a much smaller nonhuman side with less than a dozen special contractors who are paid upwards of five-six figures for a single job and both sides actually know about each other, but not in a proper sense as the human side only knows the nonhuman side as this group of elite employees who are always working on extremely expensive and high profile cases which is why they never see members of that group around the offices. According to human publications, they’re guessing Varga is about forty years old…though all sorts of publications are debating his age, because I use it myself, I was able to recognize the diffusion magic that immortal beings in high profile lives: magic in the Shade that basically confuses everyone about the age of the immortal beings, someone can hear someone is say twenty three or so and the next day forget how old they are and think they’re in their teens or something, extremely old beings use it all the time. Based on what I could find, people are guessing he is in his earlier thirties or later thirties, the oldest I saw was about forty, but I also saw people thinking that he had to be in his later twenties like his husband and claiming that the business must have been handed to him or passed over to him. It was intense confusion magic working on disguising his age, anyone would be able to tell.
I did find the phone number for the main office in New York. If Kálmán Varga is the son of Leviathan like Eliza said and like these pictures are making me believe, I could possibly just call him normally instead of having to go through the process of contacting a deity of another pantheon.
As the phone rang, it was picked up by the end of the first ring, the voice that answered was a younger sounding voice, overly vibrant and bubbly as he went through a sepal about how I had reached the offices, that his name is Storm and asking about how my call could be directed.
“Hello, could you please direct my call to the office of Kálmán Varga?” I asked, he hissed softly.
“I am so sorry, sir, but Mister Varga is currently out of the office as he and his husband are celebrating their anniversary, they both will be indisposed for about the rest of the week.” Storm said
“Is there no way you could forward my call to a mobile number?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but no. Where Mister Varga and his husband currently are is not somewhere where mortal means of communication are able to be used, they are currently in Mister Varga’s father’s personal domain and the magic of his dimension causes time to be quite dilated. For us, they will be for another three days, but them they will only be gone for another day or two.” He explained
“Is there…any possible way I can contact him?”
“Are you requesting a contract with Mister Varga? I’m sure you saw the change on the company website that states that Mister Varga will not take contracts that require extensive travel or are for prices below a minimum of seven figures.”
“No”
“Then if you’re an aquatic or demonic race wishing to give Mister Varga and his husband well wishes or various gifts because of their anniversary, I suggest that you plan on sending your wishes through magical means when they return. I am sorry for making this abrupt, but all of our work here cannot be disturbed by people simply wanting to say a few words or send a gift to the two of them, so I have to end this call now. Have a nice day, sir.” Storm said before hanging up.
“Not even asking to leave a message?” I asked myself quietly as I looked at my phone slowly dinging its dial tone. Though that did confirm everything that I’ve been seeing and that Eliza said, about Kálmán being the son of Leviathan. I sighed deeply, “I’ll try tomorrow then” I added as I went back to work.
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