GothamDemonologist

RP blog for Jason Blood (and occasionally Etrigan)

[gothamdemonologist]

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[gothamdemonologist]

OOC; I'm putting this blog on hiatus for the time being, as I'm just not around as much as I once was. I'd like to come back to it at some point.

[roleplayasksandmemes]

Send 'Is that?' to make my muse explain a ridiculous or unusual item they have in their home.

[gothamdemonologist]

Hey JB!

Didja eva meet Count Dracula? I hear he's a pretty spooky dude.

"Not to my knowledge, no. I was friends with a man who played him on stage for a few years, but I do not believe that is the same thing."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Yikes and I thought the transformation you and Etrigan do was bad...should I make tea or coffee for him? I think he needs it" she asked noting she had to wait outside anyway

[gothamdemonologist]

"It is not the same, but I believe he'd appreciate something heavily spiced. This may take some time."

Jason waits only long enough for her to be out of reach of the door before he slips into the room himself. The protective sigils and glyphs remain intact, thankfully, but each glows white hot under the strain of what had erupted moments before.

Minutes pass before anything else is heard in the room, and the screaming is frightful but short-lived. When Jason finally opens the door, he looks tired. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands streaked in fresh blood, and reeking of brimstone himself. Behind him, the helmed stranger rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sharply from one side to the other before shaking the concealing veil of tattered cloth back out over his arms.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"And you?" Mary asked as she began preparing, shifting back to human "right plenty of time to get yours to the strength you like, ah this tea is pretty spiced.

She listened as she prepared the requested tea, it was horrifying sounding...but she had a feeling it was handled. She did wonder what was happening as she also plates some gingersnaps she made for patrol. As she poured her tea last she smelled them exit "Yikes!" She muttered before seeing the blood "fuck.are you two hurt!?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"No. We are not injured." Jason says, moving past to wash his hands. The blood comes away quickly, the smell does not.

"You're still too good at that."

"Hm. The tea is good, you should stay for that at least. We can handle the other bit later."

"I don't-"

"Sit down. Drink the damn tea. You've already bled all over me, the least you can do is indulge the etiquette." Jason's tone is level, almost cold as he takes to leaning against the counter. His own mug in hand.

The helmed man doesn't argue. His gauntlets don't look like they'd be feasible for anything delicate, but he picks up the cup without any difficulty at all. In the light of the kitchen, he's more off-putting than he had been in the dark. Skin streaked with soot and ash under his helm, dimly glowing ember trails framing an amulet that appears embedded in his chest rather than worn on a chain.

"Who are you?" he asks, looking at Mary again. With the upper half of his face obscured, it's impossible to read his expression, and his halting tone doesn't help any.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason's student, Mary...are you sure you aren't hurt..." she asked after hearing the bled all over comment. It also didn't surprise her that he could use his gauntlets like he did, she'd seen people use similar at conventions. "I'm guessing you're someone Jason has worked with before?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You don't take on students." The helmed man states bluntly.

"Not generally. No." Jason dismisses the implied accusation without looking away from his mug.

The other man hums low in his throat. Clear that he understands something about what he's observed, but not what he thinks of it.

"Not hurt. Not anymore." he says finally. "We've been...Allies. On occasion."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Trust me I know I'm a weird case" Mary nodded before noticing something on her shoulder, a wisp "aww hey little one, you lost?" She offered it a bite of her cookie "I'll get you home ok?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You keep spies? Those aren't very reliable." The man says, sipping at the heavily spiced tea. If he enjoys it there's no indication.

"She's too soft a touch for that." Jason sighs. He's long since given up on explaining how even those flame wisps are dangerous if they see or hear anything that can be leveraged. Easier to simply incorporate new wards into the house that would not allow them to retain anything at all about it or him.

"Hm..."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"I know it's a spy sometimes but more often they get lost" a small portal opened and a claw came out "Ok down you go little one" it hopped on and was lowered "as long as they don't get in the statue or armor again I just send them back"

[gothamdemonologist]

"...Is that the reason for the?" The helmed man lets the question trail off.

"Yes, that is the primary reason. Though, I do usually prefer that she not do that in the house when at all possible." Jason looks at Mary with a raised brow.

"Void magic. I can see why you wouldn't want it indoors."

Both men go quiet again for a time. There's a heaviness to the silence, made thicker by the lingering stench of brimstone and stale sweat. The spices do a poor job of masking either.

"The tea is good." the helmed man sounds as quiet and raspy as before, but at least he appears to mean the words. As awkward as they are.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"And you don't like wisps in the house so out clean and quick..." she said to Jason cooly as she sipped her tea and turning to the stranger "if you are wondering I'm known as a voidling" she smiled "was human until an idiot dropped and artifact and I caught it so it wouldn't shatter...now I try to protect people with my abilities, Jason helps me hone them" she smiled when the tea was complemented

[gothamdemonologist]

"I don't like Void portals in the house either." Jason says, examining the rapidly fading discolouration on his wrist that could have been a bruise or a burn at one point. The faint shadow of it almost looks like a hand print.

"Those aren't supposed to exist anymore." the other man says. "His father in-law wiped them out an age ago."

"Mm. Belial did purge them from Hell, didn't have the power to check the mortal plane so thoroughly." Jason chooses to ignore the mild dig. They'd always been somewhat at odds over how he handled his bond with Etrigan.

"Void's harder to reach than the Abyss. Bigger threats there too. Don't get eaten kid."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Yikes and I thought the transformation you and Etrigan do was bad...should I make tea or coffee for him? I think he needs it" she asked noting she had to wait outside anyway

[gothamdemonologist]

"It is not the same, but I believe he'd appreciate something heavily spiced. This may take some time."

Jason waits only long enough for her to be out of reach of the door before he slips into the room himself. The protective sigils and glyphs remain intact, thankfully, but each glows white hot under the strain of what had erupted moments before.

Minutes pass before anything else is heard in the room, and the screaming is frightful but short-lived. When Jason finally opens the door, he looks tired. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands streaked in fresh blood, and reeking of brimstone himself. Behind him, the helmed stranger rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sharply from one side to the other before shaking the concealing veil of tattered cloth back out over his arms.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"And you?" Mary asked as she began preparing, shifting back to human "right plenty of time to get yours to the strength you like, ah this tea is pretty spiced.

She listened as she prepared the requested tea, it was horrifying sounding...but she had a feeling it was handled. She did wonder what was happening as she also plates some gingersnaps she made for patrol. As she poured her tea last she smelled them exit "Yikes!" She muttered before seeing the blood "fuck.are you two hurt!?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"No. We are not injured." Jason says, moving past to wash his hands. The blood comes away quickly, the smell does not.

"You're still too good at that."

"Hm. The tea is good, you should stay for that at least. We can handle the other bit later."

"I don't-"

"Sit down. Drink the damn tea. You've already bled all over me, the least you can do is indulge the etiquette." Jason's tone is level, almost cold as he takes to leaning against the counter. His own mug in hand.

The helmed man doesn't argue. His gauntlets don't look like they'd be feasible for anything delicate, but he picks up the cup without any difficulty at all. In the light of the kitchen, he's more off-putting than he had been in the dark. Skin streaked with soot and ash under his helm, dimly glowing ember trails framing an amulet that appears embedded in his chest rather than worn on a chain.

"Who are you?" he asks, looking at Mary again. With the upper half of his face obscured, it's impossible to read his expression, and his halting tone doesn't help any.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason's student, Mary...are you sure you aren't hurt..." she asked after hearing the bled all over comment. It also didn't surprise her that he could use his gauntlets like he did, she'd seen people use similar at conventions. "I'm guessing you're someone Jason has worked with before?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You don't take on students." The helmed man states bluntly.

"Not generally. No." Jason dismisses the implied accusation without looking away from his mug.

The other man hums low in his throat. Clear that he understands something about what he's observed, but not what he thinks of it.

"Not hurt. Not anymore." he says finally. "We've been...Allies. On occasion."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Trust me I know I'm a weird case" Mary nodded before noticing something on her shoulder, a wisp "aww hey little one, you lost?" She offered it a bite of her cookie "I'll get you home ok?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You keep spies? Those aren't very reliable." The man says, sipping at the heavily spiced tea. If he enjoys it there's no indication.

"She's too soft a touch for that." Jason sighs. He's long since given up on explaining how even those flame wisps are dangerous if they see or hear anything that can be leveraged. Easier to simply incorporate new wards into the house that would not allow them to retain anything at all about it or him.

"Hm..."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"I know it's a spy sometimes but more often they get lost" a small portal opened and a claw came out "Ok down you go little one" it hopped on and was lowered "as long as they don't get in the statue or armor again I just send them back"

[gothamdemonologist]

"...Is that the reason for the?" The helmed man lets the question trail off.

"Yes, that is the primary reason. Though, I do usually prefer that she not do that in the house when at all possible." Jason looks at Mary with a raised brow.

"Void magic. I can see why you wouldn't want it indoors."

Both men go quiet again for a time. There's a heaviness to the silence, made thicker by the lingering stench of brimstone and stale sweat. The spices do a poor job of masking either.

"The tea is good." the helmed man sounds as quiet and raspy as before, but at least he appears to mean the words. As awkward as they are.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Yikes and I thought the transformation you and Etrigan do was bad...should I make tea or coffee for him? I think he needs it" she asked noting she had to wait outside anyway

[gothamdemonologist]

"It is not the same, but I believe he'd appreciate something heavily spiced. This may take some time."

Jason waits only long enough for her to be out of reach of the door before he slips into the room himself. The protective sigils and glyphs remain intact, thankfully, but each glows white hot under the strain of what had erupted moments before.

Minutes pass before anything else is heard in the room, and the screaming is frightful but short-lived. When Jason finally opens the door, he looks tired. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands streaked in fresh blood, and reeking of brimstone himself. Behind him, the helmed stranger rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sharply from one side to the other before shaking the concealing veil of tattered cloth back out over his arms.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"And you?" Mary asked as she began preparing, shifting back to human "right plenty of time to get yours to the strength you like, ah this tea is pretty spiced.

She listened as she prepared the requested tea, it was horrifying sounding...but she had a feeling it was handled. She did wonder what was happening as she also plates some gingersnaps she made for patrol. As she poured her tea last she smelled them exit "Yikes!" She muttered before seeing the blood "fuck.are you two hurt!?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"No. We are not injured." Jason says, moving past to wash his hands. The blood comes away quickly, the smell does not.

"You're still too good at that."

"Hm. The tea is good, you should stay for that at least. We can handle the other bit later."

"I don't-"

"Sit down. Drink the damn tea. You've already bled all over me, the least you can do is indulge the etiquette." Jason's tone is level, almost cold as he takes to leaning against the counter. His own mug in hand.

The helmed man doesn't argue. His gauntlets don't look like they'd be feasible for anything delicate, but he picks up the cup without any difficulty at all. In the light of the kitchen, he's more off-putting than he had been in the dark. Skin streaked with soot and ash under his helm, dimly glowing ember trails framing an amulet that appears embedded in his chest rather than worn on a chain.

"Who are you?" he asks, looking at Mary again. With the upper half of his face obscured, it's impossible to read his expression, and his halting tone doesn't help any.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason's student, Mary...are you sure you aren't hurt..." she asked after hearing the bled all over comment. It also didn't surprise her that he could use his gauntlets like he did, she'd seen people use similar at conventions. "I'm guessing you're someone Jason has worked with before?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You don't take on students." The helmed man states bluntly.

"Not generally. No." Jason dismisses the implied accusation without looking away from his mug.

The other man hums low in his throat. Clear that he understands something about what he's observed, but not what he thinks of it.

"Not hurt. Not anymore." he says finally. "We've been...Allies. On occasion."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Trust me I know I'm a weird case" Mary nodded before noticing something on her shoulder, a wisp "aww hey little one, you lost?" She offered it a bite of her cookie "I'll get you home ok?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You keep spies? Those aren't very reliable." The man says, sipping at the heavily spiced tea. If he enjoys it there's no indication.

"She's too soft a touch for that." Jason sighs. He's long since given up on explaining how even those flame wisps are dangerous if they see or hear anything that can be leveraged. Easier to simply incorporate new wards into the house that would not allow them to retain anything at all about it or him.

"Hm..."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Yikes and I thought the transformation you and Etrigan do was bad...should I make tea or coffee for him? I think he needs it" she asked noting she had to wait outside anyway

[gothamdemonologist]

"It is not the same, but I believe he'd appreciate something heavily spiced. This may take some time."

Jason waits only long enough for her to be out of reach of the door before he slips into the room himself. The protective sigils and glyphs remain intact, thankfully, but each glows white hot under the strain of what had erupted moments before.

Minutes pass before anything else is heard in the room, and the screaming is frightful but short-lived. When Jason finally opens the door, he looks tired. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands streaked in fresh blood, and reeking of brimstone himself. Behind him, the helmed stranger rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sharply from one side to the other before shaking the concealing veil of tattered cloth back out over his arms.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"And you?" Mary asked as she began preparing, shifting back to human "right plenty of time to get yours to the strength you like, ah this tea is pretty spiced.

She listened as she prepared the requested tea, it was horrifying sounding...but she had a feeling it was handled. She did wonder what was happening as she also plates some gingersnaps she made for patrol. As she poured her tea last she smelled them exit "Yikes!" She muttered before seeing the blood "fuck.are you two hurt!?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"No. We are not injured." Jason says, moving past to wash his hands. The blood comes away quickly, the smell does not.

"You're still too good at that."

"Hm. The tea is good, you should stay for that at least. We can handle the other bit later."

"I don't-"

"Sit down. Drink the damn tea. You've already bled all over me, the least you can do is indulge the etiquette." Jason's tone is level, almost cold as he takes to leaning against the counter. His own mug in hand.

The helmed man doesn't argue. His gauntlets don't look like they'd be feasible for anything delicate, but he picks up the cup without any difficulty at all. In the light of the kitchen, he's more off-putting than he had been in the dark. Skin streaked with soot and ash under his helm, dimly glowing ember trails framing an amulet that appears embedded in his chest rather than worn on a chain.

"Who are you?" he asks, looking at Mary again. With the upper half of his face obscured, it's impossible to read his expression, and his halting tone doesn't help any.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason's student, Mary...are you sure you aren't hurt..." she asked after hearing the bled all over comment. It also didn't surprise her that he could use his gauntlets like he did, she'd seen people use similar at conventions. "I'm guessing you're someone Jason has worked with before?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"You don't take on students." The helmed man states bluntly.

"Not generally. No." Jason dismisses the implied accusation without looking away from his mug.

The other man hums low in his throat. Clear that he understands something about what he's observed, but not what he thinks of it.

"Not hurt. Not anymore." he says finally. "We've been...Allies. On occasion."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Yikes and I thought the transformation you and Etrigan do was bad...should I make tea or coffee for him? I think he needs it" she asked noting she had to wait outside anyway

[gothamdemonologist]

"It is not the same, but I believe he'd appreciate something heavily spiced. This may take some time."

Jason waits only long enough for her to be out of reach of the door before he slips into the room himself. The protective sigils and glyphs remain intact, thankfully, but each glows white hot under the strain of what had erupted moments before.

Minutes pass before anything else is heard in the room, and the screaming is frightful but short-lived. When Jason finally opens the door, he looks tired. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands streaked in fresh blood, and reeking of brimstone himself. Behind him, the helmed stranger rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sharply from one side to the other before shaking the concealing veil of tattered cloth back out over his arms.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"And you?" Mary asked as she began preparing, shifting back to human "right plenty of time to get yours to the strength you like, ah this tea is pretty spiced.

She listened as she prepared the requested tea, it was horrifying sounding...but she had a feeling it was handled. She did wonder what was happening as she also plates some gingersnaps she made for patrol. As she poured her tea last she smelled them exit "Yikes!" She muttered before seeing the blood "fuck.are you two hurt!?"

[gothamdemonologist]

"No. We are not injured." Jason says, moving past to wash his hands. The blood comes away quickly, the smell does not.

"You're still too good at that."

"Hm. The tea is good, you should stay for that at least. We can handle the other bit later."

"I don't-"

"Sit down. Drink the damn tea. You've already bled all over me, the least you can do is indulge the etiquette." Jason's tone is level, almost cold as he takes to leaning against the counter. His own mug in hand.

The helmed man doesn't argue. His gauntlets don't look like they'd be feasible for anything delicate, but he picks up the cup without any difficulty at all. In the light of the kitchen, he's more off-putting than he had been in the dark. Skin streaked with soot and ash under his helm, dimly glowing ember trails framing an amulet that appears embedded in his chest rather than worn on a chain.

"Who are you?" he asks, looking at Mary again. With the upper half of his face obscured, it's impossible to read his expression, and his halting tone doesn't help any.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Yikes and I thought the transformation you and Etrigan do was bad...should I make tea or coffee for him? I think he needs it" she asked noting she had to wait outside anyway

[gothamdemonologist]

"It is not the same, but I believe he'd appreciate something heavily spiced. This may take some time."

Jason waits only long enough for her to be out of reach of the door before he slips into the room himself. The protective sigils and glyphs remain intact, thankfully, but each glows white hot under the strain of what had erupted moments before.

Minutes pass before anything else is heard in the room, and the screaming is frightful but short-lived. When Jason finally opens the door, he looks tired. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands streaked in fresh blood, and reeking of brimstone himself. Behind him, the helmed stranger rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sharply from one side to the other before shaking the concealing veil of tattered cloth back out over his arms.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"It tells me he's supposed to be here and not invading, still puts me at ease" she admitted before noticing the stranger looking...itchy maybe, his remark making her wonder of he senses the void too...

[gothamdemonologist]

"You might want to remain wary of him for a time. I know what to expect and how to handle his peculiarities, including the ones that follow him around, but that doesn't mean this visit will be simple."

Jason pauses, listening to the muffled racket from behind the door. Something snarls, low and unnatural, and then there's a sound like cracking bone followed by silence. A brief but violent flare of light and heat that makes Jason sigh and shake his head.

"If you could wait out here, I'd be much obliged."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"You weren't this bad...wait do you not know about Centralia?...him I could maybe understand...but you?!" She jumped down more solid, looking more like a character from a cartoon or stage play then the void in cat form from before "you invited him? Great not a threat then...hell of a colleague..."

[gothamdemonologist]

"I have some vague knowledge of it, but that's not what I meant." Jason says. Still ushering the stranger deeper into the house.

"I said I invited him, I never said he wasn't a threat." Jason adds without looking back.

Ahead of him, the helmed stranger shifts his weight. Hands flexing in almost spasms in the claw-tipped gauntlets as he rolls his shoulders. He looks as though he's trying to shrug something off, though it's impossible to tell much about it under the ragged cloak.

"Hell has always had a strong foothold here." the stranger bites out the words before Jason pushes him through a door and closes it behind the man.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"He's giving Centralia!" Her voice echoed slightly, and her fangs flashed white as she spoke "I've felt demons less toxic than his aura"

[gothamdemonologist]

"What?" Both men speak in unison.

The helmed stranger steps to one side, aiming to put himself in the direction of the library rather than backed against a wall. Jason moves to mirror him, gesturing down the hall to one of the rooms he seldom lets anyone into.

"Toxic- Well, you thought I was toxic once too." Jason says as the man brushes past him.

"You needn't stay if he offends you, but I invited him so I'm going to see to this." Jason adds. He's not really certain what Mary's perception of the man is, beyond what little she's already described. And that was to be expected of most who could feel anything of Hell at all. The mad bastard dug effectively enough into the pits for what he needed.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

Mary is immediately shifted and hissing. That was what she felt, this person! She was crouched while vocalizing as if to indicate he better have a damn good reason to come here and haunt Jason

[gothamdemonologist]

The helmed figure tilts its head at the hissing feline...Thing behind Blood. It felt like a demon, smelled like one too, but Blood wasn't partial to binding demons for any length of time. Aside from the one he had no choice about. Not in a way that would leave them out and about at any rate.

"What...Is this?" the helmed man's voice is rough, from disuse or perhaps overuse. There's a tired rasp to it.

"Nothing you'll need to worry about." Jason begins, glancing back at Mary to say "Are you really so on edge by what you felt out there?"

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Boy their timing sucks. Well it's not a kaiju cause I couldn't see it from the air, it's moving, it's...not from the swamp, hell I think it came from outside the city. It feels like Etrigan only leaning more on the brimstone side than the fire side. It's not much but maybe that narrows it" Mary was clearly frightened as she paced as she spoke

[gothamdemonologist]

"His timing has always been a little off-beat." Jason said, thinking back to some of the stories he'd heard. In time to get involved with whatever happened, not always in time to save any lives. He felt that constant tug keenly still himself.

"Very little from the swamp feels like Hell, and if it has come from far outside the boundaries of the city-" Another sound at the door interrupts his thoughts.

Strange shadows lick around the wards, born of Abyssal nature and not the Void. Flickering tendrils of smoke that swirl and bleed like ink in still water, and a dim flare of violet light accompanies a change in pressure in the air. The smell of old blood, hot iron, and brimstone pour into the hall as Jason opens the door with a gesture.

Outside, a warbling shadow steps over the threshold. Solid, heavy boots and the clink of metal against metal. It's a little taller than Jason, with the curling ram horns that arch back behind its head, a single gleaming red eye set into the middle of its forehead. The shadows dissipate as the door closes, leaving the figure in stark relief in the hall. Pewter horns, a helmet not natural growth, and the gleaming eye dims to a polished ruby set into the helm that covers the man's eyes.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

"Jason something is coming, something powerful and hellish!" She blurted out "I can't find the source maybe you feel it? Fuck is Gotham in danger?"

[gothamdemonologist]

Well, that narrowed things down surprisingly little. Gotham spat out horrors from Hell in various forms often enough. True that he hadn't felt anything particularly powerful or malignant in some time, and that usually meant they were about due for some ill turn or another, but he hadn't sensed any new or unfamiliar demons. Nor had he detected any new or recent cult activity that might give rise to such a thing.

"I don't suppose you have anything more specific?" he asks. Wondering if perhaps he had indeed missed something.

That happened more often than he liked. Little things that slipped his attention and grew into big things by one means or another. Inconsequential and trivial threads that very often frayed into nothing or snapped off under their own weight sometimes held long enough to snare something large.

"I am expecting company tonight, due soon I should think. So unless you've got something more concrete for me to act on, it may have to wait."

[demonofvoidandnightmares]

@gothamdemonologist

Mary was feeling antsy, something was coming to Gotham: hellish,hot and reeking of brimstone. She flew fast when the hunt for the source was fruitless: Jason. He too had some brimstone but it was more a warm hearth than whatever inferno of a tire fire this was.

She landed on his doorstep and knocked frantically. Her only thought "Please be ok or at least be Etrigan about to fight this thing!"

[gothamdemonologist]

It was rather later in the evening for anyone to be knocking on his door, even with that urgency.

"Mary?" Jason asked with a curious incline of his head upon opening the door. He'd already picked up on who was at the door, but the near panic wasn't something he'd seen in quite some time.

Whatever had stirred her up, he couldn't even begin to guess.