The ring shows me… I'm not sure that they're cultists, but the colour-associations seem to-. Yes. Looks like Richard answered an arcane plea for help during the Sheeda invasion and they're happy to pay him back by working for him rather than something more extreme. When you owe a debt to a demon, you're lucky if they don't just drag you into Hell because they got bored.
Indeed, many a tale of that here and there in fiction. And they are indeed the lucky ones. The
unlucky ones? 'Fate Worse Than Death' might well be a good description for many.
"But I don't know where Uncle John is. He disappeared."
"Then look at this as a holiday."
Some holiday...On the upside, she might well be able to
annoy the cultists into surrender as a sort of reverse Stockholm Syndrome...
"Okay, I'm leaving. Weirdo."
"Don't you want to know where he is?"
"You just told me that you don't know."
That he did. Simpson... Isn't really very good at the whole demonic bargaining thing, is he?
"That's true. I don't. But if I tell enough people that I've taken you, he'll hear about it. And then he'll come to get you, and we'll both know where he is."
And that is the sort of logic you'd expect from someone
dumb enough to get on the
worse side of John Constantine. (Since even his
good side is kind of bad...)
"Or he won't, because he's not listening."
"Okay. What do you want?"
No, OL, that is
not a cue to consider him for Orange Lantern membership...
"What do you mean, 'what do I want'?"
"I don't want to make this any harder than it needs to be. And don't want to hurt you. Or… I mean, I wouldn't exactly be broken up about it, but I'm not aiming to hurt John. I just want him distracted. Once I'm finished, you'll both be free to go. So what do you want, that'll make you go along with it?"
Ugh, he's basically dangling a blank check in front of her... The one thing better than a simple carrot for getting a Constantine interested...
…
"What have you got?"
Because she wouldn't be a Constantine if that sort of offer wasn't near-irresistible.
Oh, she'll bear watching in the future. Didn't John get his mystical start about this age? And now she's had a taste of the supernatural, it's going to be harder to convince her to give it up...
"I'm Overlord of The Odium. A whole circle of Hell does what I tell it to. Magic? Knowledge? Technology? Whatever I've got, in exchange for you disappearing for a week or two."
Ah, talking himself up, eh? I'm
pretty sure Mammon still has enough of a hold over him to be able to rein him in.
"You're a demon."
"I'm... Currently a demon, yes. But I used to be a man. And demons might be nastier, but they're also a lot more honest."
...He's not
entirely wrong. Most demons are
truer to their urges and instincts than humans are...
"Honest.
Really."
"
I know, it doesn't sound very likely.
But demons are actually pretty rule-abiding.
If we make a pact, I'll have to stick to it."
Heh. I suppose it's a good thing for 'evil' Lawyers to have a good
in with Hell. The nasty ones would end up there anyway, so why not have a fast-track out of the tortures?
"Or what?"
"I just have to. It's built in. Hasn't John told you about this?"
I expect there are hidden clauses, enforced by magic, built into every demonic pact and contract... It's just that so
few people bother to read the fine print.
"… No."
"Really? This is basic stuff. Why did you think demons both with pacts in the first place?"
...Because it's more
fun to watch their contractees damn themselves by their own hand?
"Same reason why cats play with birds they've caught. What are you trying to do, anyway?"
"I don't-. … If you agree to be bound so you can't tell John, I'll tell you."
Ah, he's not a
complete idiot, then.
"If you're such a powerful demon, how come you're so worried about Uncle John?"
"Because he's a Lord of Order and a Lord of Chaos! I'd love to try and work out how he did it, but if there's anything I've learned in Hell it's that there are things and people you don't mess around with if you can avoid it. And he's both.""
Interesting. Presumably word of John Quinn's ownership of the Helmet of Fate (and thus its
presumably effective status as a Lord of Order) hasn't spread far yet. It
is amusing to see Constantine feared by those who would have dismissed him as a mere hedge-wizard before...
"Both? How's that work?"
"I'm happy to explain it to you. If-."
<sigh> Dangit, he's really set on getting that figurative signature down on paper, isn't he? I guess you only lose your pact-making cherry
once, so you may as well make it
special.
"If I agree to help you."
"It's not as if you'll be doing anything. Just keeping out of the way for a few days."
And what's to stop the cultists deciding to have a little..
fun with her in the meantime, eh? I doubt
they know to fear the Constantine name...
"And you won't hurt Uncle John?"
"I don't really think I could. But sure. I won't try to hurt him."
Of course, he says nothing about anyone
working for him... I see he's got the 'exact words' part of pact-making down to a T...
"Or tell other people to?"
"You're a sharp one, aren't you? Not that I'd have tried anything serious, but if John's really angry I'd still like to be able to, you know, throw a minion or two at him to keep him away from me. And it's not really fair to them if I tell them they can't hurt him."
...And I see she's heard enough from John to know to be very precise in dealings with demons. Still, trying to lead him on into a situation where they can get their hands (or Constructs) on him is risky.
"Is Uncle John really that-?"
The door behind me opens as the first cultist strolls in.
Oh, right,
these guys are here. Almost forgot about them.
"…handle a-."
He sees me, his eyes widen, then his body locks up as a filament usurps control of his peripheral nervous system. And march him out of the way. I'm assuming that Richard is monitoring them by magic, but my tattoos should still prevent him from seeing me. If Gemma has his full attention then he shouldn't immediately notice that his minions are distracted.
Assuming he gives two shits about them anyway. Simpson doesn't strike me as one to give much thought to cogs in his plan unless they fuck up bad.
"Gary? What-?"
A filament each for each of the other three, who will soon be facing Attempted Kidnapping charges with their ropes and chloroform as evidence. In case Richard is monitoring them I slowly puppet-walk them towards the control room. The rest of the cultists appear to be spreading out throughout the building, covering doors and other likely escape routes.
Ah, I was hoping to see them stunned, paralysed and stacked like firewood as each group came in...

What? It's an amusing image.
"I… Suppose that… Sounds fair."
"Great! Pick your finger and bleed a little on the screen, and we'll have a pact."
"If it's just my blood, how is that supposed to bind you?"
Good catch. Never sign anything with a demon, figuratively speaking, until you've read the fine print and gotten
assurances.
"Because I'm using my magic. My consciousness is magic-based. Demon only have blood when they're supporting their material avatars with sympathetic magic."
"I don't believe you."
Indeed. He's coming across as willing to say
anything to get his deal.
"Okay. This is..." I hear him sigh. "What guarantee do you want?"
"I want you here in person."
Clever. Pin him down here for OL to snag more easily... After all, he's shown he can Brand demons easily enough, even when incarnate.
"That doesn't-. I don't work like that. I've got a distributed consciousness. If-."
"I don't believe you."
Ah, teenagers. Sceptical to a fault.
"And this is it? If I come to you and we bind our agreement with our blood, you'll accept it?"
"Yeah?"
Note that's not a definite yes. Clever girl, weaving in loopholes. And Simpson's so inexperienced in pact-making, he seems to have missed it...
"Okay. Cabinet on the right. Get a few multi-sockets out, plug them into each other to create a circle and then put in on the floor."
"Okay?"
Pentagram optional, I suppose.
"Then put the clock radio down in the middle and take a few steps back."
"Okay."
"And then give me a minute because this is a right mind-bender."
Is it unpleasantly like being drunk?
"What's wrong with that?"
Ask the glass of water...