After work, I visited Cian in the hospital again, he was still in a medically induced coma: machinery and fixtures around him still softly pinging, dinging and making various other sounds as they kept him in that coma state: all the values on the screens being extremely unhealthy levels and in humans would be deadly levels. I softly reached out as I let my fingers trail over a lock of his hair hanging off the edge of the bed, I had seen people platinum blond, but I had never seen someone with such stark snowy white platinum blond, plus I had seen those eyes of his: one solid glowing acid green and the other being so bottomless pitch black. His skin had no sense of freckles or any kind of marking caused by being in sunlight, though I guess having centuries of imprisonment would lead to him not having any kind of direct sunlight.
Through the small window, the softly flickering lights of Ashdale outside: hazy neon, swinging lanterns and the soft coronas of streetlights. I sighed softly as I stood as I walked over to the window, looking up towards the sky which because of Ashdale’s magic we could see the vibrant expanse of space. Who…and what did this to Cian and those others? Why? How? There were…many questions I had. Out of just a nervous tik, I had started spinning my opal feather pendant I have on my fingertip, I fiddle with it just out of habit, I’ve had it sense I was born: all sorts of various neckpieces, but the pendant has always been the exact same one.
There were spots of bandages where wounds on Cian’s body needed to be healed, the bandages were a deep, goldenrod color with spots of his strangely buttercup yellow colored blood. Its visible all across his person, the Shade would make his eyes and mouth appear like he had red blood by making the veins of his eyes appear red and his gums appear pink, but without the Shade, I saw how all of the veins of his eyes were a dark gold color and I bet under the muzzle his mouth was a very, very pale yellow tone because of how impossibly ill he was. I don’t know how much…relief he’d feel when he was able to eat a bite of food or a drink of something when that muzzle is finally gone. I walked over as I rested my hand on his leg and returned to where I was sitting before.
I could see his thin chest slowly lowering and rising as he breathed, the handful of IVs pumping his body with nutrients, water and medications having to hang on two stands because there were so many of them, his blood pressure was not healthy by any sense because of how just…wrong all of his bodily levels were, his oxygen rate was low because of the muzzle blocking off his nose and mouth: there was no hole or marking in the metal that would show there was a way for air to pass through it, it was a solid plate of metal covering his entire lower face and nose.
I looked back towards my phone as I looked back to the office number of 6V, I just…needed at least a word or two with Kálmán Varga to get the information I need. From what I’ve heard demons are like fey beings like fairies where if you know and use their actual name: you can get them to do things for you. Hopefully he’s that kind of demon because I think there are kinds of demons who are immune to that aspect where their names hold extensive power over them.
“Cian…I’m sorry, but it may take an extra day or two to be able to get in touch with who I think can get those off you” I said quietly, though not telepathically, just out loud. My heel bounced against the tile extremely rapidly as I folded my hands in front of me, my forearms resting on my thighs.
A knock at the know made me look over as that agent walked in, she leaned against the door as she sighed looking over towards Cian, she’s a quite tall and rather statuesque woman with incredibly deep and rich toned skin and long box-braided hair and dressed in a dark navy women’s suit with heels and various pieces of sleek jewelry.
“Its so…strange that you’re willing to go to lengths of contacting a being of another pantheon…for a man you’ve only known for a day or two” she said, “I’m not sure if you got my name the other day, Alexandria de Lavorre.” She said as she held her hand out towards me, I shook her hand as she walked over as she looked towards me, her eyes seemed to milk over entirely silver. “I hope you don’t mind…if I ask you some questions”
“Go ahead” I said, as I said that she took out that notebook and flipped it open and clicked a pen.
“State your name”
“Nomarch Asward”
“Age?”
“I am 264 years old and my birthday is November 10th, 1761”
“What’s your species?”
“I am a demigod.”
“Of what pantheon and what deity?”
“Egyptian and my father is Anubis”
“And your mother?”
“She was human.”
“She’s passed?”
“Long, long time ago”
“What is your relation to Cian?”
“I was the one that found him.”
“How did you find him?”
“I was driving home from work when I saw a man…pluming magical aura off him in plain view of humans and without any kind of use of the Shade, I pulled over and started chasing after him because I could tell something was wrong because of how he was running: he was running like something was chasing after him and was going to not just hurt him, but…nearly tear him limb from limb.” I said as I wrung my hands, “I found him cowering in an alley, dressed in extremely out of date clothing that was more shreds of rags than actual clothing, bruised, wounded and extremely weak looking with those broken shackles and muzzle…because I can open telepathic links with people, I was able to speak to him and was able to calm him down enough to convince him to let me bring him here and…here are.” I said as I motioned to him as I looked up.
“Why are you trying to assist him…and not just letting us handle it?”
“I…feel partly responsible.”
“Because you found him?”
“Yeah, plus…there are impossible powerful forces out there in the world, I’m sure as an agent you are very, very confident in that. As a demigod and even more so as demigod of a death deity, I do not fear death or pain because it is…nothing new to me. If there is someone who imprisoned Cian and those other three…it’s possible there may be more of them out there…they would have to be extremely powerful to put them there in the first place…or to break them out.”
“So, you feel the need to use yourself as a proxy of him: trying to help him even if something is hunting him down because you know if they tried to stop you by killing you…it would have no effect?”
“I have been around the block…many a times before, Agent…I am not unfamiliar to the feeling of a knife twisted in my heart, the cold cut of steel through my throat or the pain of a bullet through my forehead. I doubt that someone out there could do something to me I haven’t already felt before…or was worse than what I have felt.”
“What have your learned about the shackles that bind Cian and the other three?”
“I…used a simple identification spell to learn that they are made of a material called Atlantis Steel, which is only mined, smelted and forged in the Unrvalsea, the personal domain of the Judeo-Christian archdemon primordial figure of Leviathan.”
“Did you learn anything about the enchantments that are on them?”
“No, the information about the material was too much of a flashbulb to the face to allow me to comprehend or dig deep enough to get the information on the enchantments, I was knocked down to my knees purely just by the starting information on the metal they’re made out of.” I said
“You know that I could…press charges against you for trying to force yourself into an international case?”
“I do, but…there is something about Cian…because I found him that I feel like I need to deal with personally.”
“Have you found any information about who or what could possible break these enchantments?”
“I was informed that there is a person in the US whom…is the child of Leviathan, I think that they will not only know how they were put on, why and all of those questions and would also be able to remove them.”
“Ah, Kálmán Varga?” she asked
“You know who he is?”
“Please, who doesn’t? Him and all of his cousins, the children of the other archdemons have assisted…or hindered our cases for centuries.” She said, “But he has always been nothing more than an extremely good help.”
“I think because he is Leviathan’s son, he would…easily be able to remove those”
“And what if he refuses? What if there is some…much larger viewpoint out there that explains why Cian and those others were locked up that nobody else knows about and that them being outside is extremely dangerous?”
“What race could there possibly be where their very existence is cause for an eternity of imprisonment?” I asked looking her in the eyes, her eyes flashed green for a second as she nodded, her enchanted pen writing on the floating notebook to ensure everything was taken down properly.
“Be glad I have magic of truth and lie, Mister March…I detected nothing close to a lie on you.” She said before sighing and flicked her hand causing the notebook to close, “While I cannot have you added to the case with us, I can get the others to understand your placement in the case as an informant. After those shackles and things are off Cian, he is going to need a place to stay…I’m guessing you are more than willing to offer your home?”
“Why would you let me?”
“If you’re an informant, there would be nowhere safer” she said with a soft smile then sighed, “Adieu, Mister March” she said before snapping her fingers and her entire figure shattered like glass which faded into glittering silver light: I sighed as she vanished and instantly thought about how much I needed a cigarette now.
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