"Really?"
"No. Every atom of gold here is associated with a grave sin, making it a perfect conduit for my magic. And I really like gold." Mammon takes his place at the head of the room. "I delight in shallowness. Out there, I have to appear to have entirely converted to the creed of enlightened self-interest. In my private spaces I can go back to being my true self."
Heh. I have to wonder just how much he
values anything he acquires, outside of the
challenge of gaining it.
"A giant demonic magpie?"
"Crudely stated, but not untrue. Now we must simply wait for-."
To be fair, he might look
nicer in black and white feathers than the bloated
mass he affects. But, alas, image is everything, and demons are old-fashioned. That sort of corpulence screams 'wealthy' to the bronze-age logic many operate by.
A woman walks in unescorted, dressed in a kimono-inspired dress covered in a cloak made of the same cloth. Which knowing demonic aristocracy is probably something far fouler. Her skin is tan and her hair jet black and if I saw her on Themyscira I wouldn't look at most of her twice. The exception is the left side of her head, where a… Mask? Prosthetic? Cybernetic? An artificial eye, and the side of her jaw is… Rebuilt? Reinforced?
Ah. I see the lady's had some work done to rectify her physical
issues. So I doubt we'll getting her
original manner of speech. Thank goodness for
that.
She stares at me with piercing intensity the moment she has line of sight, something in her cybernetic eye refocusing itself and flickering as it does… Something.
"My Lady
Mazikeen. Thank you for joining us. I felt that given the nature of the artifice involved it would be appropriate for you to-."
A mere
formality, I suppose, given he more or less installed her in her current position. I'll bet that eye has all manner of
arcane sensors in it.
Her organic eye blinks at me. "Father."
Without turning his head, Mammon eyes me for a second and them takes a step away.
...Oh, that's going to make things
awkward all round.
"Um. I'm.. reasonably confident that I'm not-."
"You call it the Ophidian, a great elemental being so bound into you that I cannot tell where it begins and you end. You may as well be its human face."
...Well,
her 'father'
is listed as the
serpent-demon 'Ophur'. I could see it.
"I've… Always perceived the Ophidians presence as feminine. Thought since she-. It's not biological, that's an honourific."
"The Ophidian granted my mother a small portion of its power to quicken me, so I call it my father. And since you are the Ophidian made flesh, I may as well address you in that fashion."
Well, can't assail
that logic.
"Ah… I'm going to need a little while to explain that logic to my girlfriend. And I suppose that I'm going to need to know when your birthday is. Um."
I approach her and slightly awkwardly open my arms for a hug, waiting for some sort of indication that she's actually interested in-.
She could have just been being
formal about things. Image is
everything, after all.
"You offer your affection freely?"
"Familial relationships are reciprocal. I offer to start such a relationship freely." I shrug. "I can't deny that I sometimes forget that the Ophidian and I are separate beings, and I accept that for better or worse. And if you're on board with Mammon's plans then you can't be all that bad."
To be fair, demonic relationships are
hardly ever founded on such pleasant ideas as love or affection.
She looks up at Mammon. "I believe that we can rule out him being the Morningstar. Though he does sound like someone the Morningstar may have left in my path."
"So is..? Is that a 'no' on the hug..?"
Heh. Leaving him hanging like that. You truly
are evil.
Ignoring me, she walks around the ritual space until she's standing on the opposite side of the summoning pit. I lower my arms, shrugging. I've got no idea how old she is but she's clearly an adult. I'll ask Angelica about her background later.
Lady Mazikeen's eye shifts again as she reviews the summoning grid.
Now that the tomfoolery is out of the way, back to
business.
"Accurate. And since The Odium has accepted my suzerainty we won't need to trouble ourselves with true names. By the power of Hell: guns, appear."
For a fraction of a second I see a.. forge? A gun smithy? And some people in classical evil cultist gear. Honestly, I was half-expecting to see John Constantine, but I suppose that the twenties were a bit before his time. And
Johanna Constantine was too far back for that style of gun.
Honestly, I can't imagine the generations between those two being any
less trouble-prone.
And then there's a sort of spark and the guns I remember all too well appear in the centre of the ritual space, about two metres off the ground. The… Flecks of blood and brain that ended up on them after Ms. Carlyle turned them on herself are still visible on the barrel.
"Mistress?"
Hmm. A physical manifestation, or merely the spirits within being drawn here? If it's the
former, then Crimson Avenger just got disarmed. So, bonus!
"Guns." Mammon leans on his podium, as if attending to a tiresome duty. "Explain to me what you were doing with that Jill Carlyle human."
"Nothing, lord."
I am
so imagining their voices as tiny imps, with the faint sounds of firing mechanisms behind them... But 'nothing'? That was a
hell of a lot of 'nothing' back there!
"It sounds like someone wants to do this the easy way."
Lady Mazikeen's eye clicks and strobes as I connect to the Ophidian, though her posture remains unaltered.
Probably professional curiosity as to how easily he reached out for
Best Snek.
"Nothing! We delight in spurring mortals to murder, but in her there is a great pit. She could not hear us at all! Our voices went… Somewhere, somewhere cold and pressing. And a dull echo came back. Until the blue light blinded and burned it, we could not speak to her at all!"
"Lady and gentleman? Is that claim credib-?"

...
Ominous. And there's the 'little bit of
black' the title refers to.
The glyphs below the guns glow blue and their firing pins glow red with heat! The blood encrusting it blackens and burns, foul smoke rising off them.
"Mistress!"
They are
demons, after all. Lying is woven into their being.
"Do not think to sneak a lie past my eyes by concealing it within truth. Answer honestly and in full."
"We could speak to her at the beginning! She fought us! Then the darkness came!"
...Oh, that sounds
very bad. Dark Druid, or some
other follower of the
Black, I wonder?
The firing pin dims slightly.
"Who put the darkness in her?"
They earned a
little relief with that...
"Mistress, we were not made with eyes! We can see only dimly!"
"What did you see, then?"
Which explains
why they use the human host: not only hands to fire, but eyes to
aim.
"A god! Cold, forceful! Alpha-Predator! Rock of unyielding will!"
That narrows it down nicely. An evil, strong-willed god. But it does let us know that neither Jill Carlyle or… The demons, were responsible for all of the deaths.
And 'God' could be a gross misrepresentation of what they
actually saw. An Elemental of the Spectrum can feel a
lot like a God to the inexperienced.
Mammon frowns. "What about the other sinners?"
"It cared not for sin, and so there was none. It cared only for obedience, and so obedience is all there was!"
...Which raises the question of 'where did the souls go, if not to Hell?' To Heaven? Or stolen away to somewhere else?
Mammon nods. "Illustres, is that at all helpful?"
"It clears a few things up. And gives the investigation a new direction. Thank you, thank you both."
At least he can consider the
threat of the Crimson Avenger ended? But the question is now 'Who did this and
why?'
"Do you want the guns?"
"Not particularly. Do you?"

Uh, OL... I rather think the League would want the Guns out of circulation. You know, in the name of public safety?
Mammon considers the idea.
"You suggested that I consider sponsoring a vigilante. Having seen what can be achieved by someone acting contrary to Hell's interests, I think that I may just do that."
Oh, great. Well, hopefully whoever or
whatever he sets up can be directed against those
properly deserving of it...
"Anyone I know?"
"Oh, no, Lantern." He shakes his head. "That'll be my little Secret."
"You do realise I can
hear the capital letter there?
"

"Ahh
h..."