Infernal Insight
9th of July 2006 A.D.
Cops are not your strong suit and bureaucracy is not something you can solve with Hell magic...
"Oh glorious patron of the all-consuming flame it is very much within thy power to set asunder the workings of lesser authority which dare to strive against thine own," Usum swiftly points out. One more scary thing to think about when you are in bed staring at the ceiling. At this rate the night will not be long enough for sleeping.
"I did not mean to cause distress..."
"Not your fault," you reassure him as you get out to greet a bewildered and angry Harry trying to hide it. Apparently that had not been normal cop behavior. Maybe Greene is just an asshole.
Or maybe he's an enemy, something within you whisperers and it knows all too well how to deal with enemies.
You shake the thought off, there is someone a lot more deserving of bearing the weight of your power here, Centering yourself you open eyes within eyes, within eyes, fleeting fractal understanding and in that moment you ask:
"What are the identities of Gorfel's brotherhood?"
Lost 1 Essence
The answer unfolds like a parchment before you, or maybe like a tapestry unfurling, each name a thread dipped in blood:
Dr. Hans Ulrich Speer, Bone Digger, Stone Breaker
Johann of Cleaves, Wizard, Pianist, Lover of Flames
Katrina Sigfriddotir, the Forsaken Sister
Lucian of Cephaloedium, the Thrice Betrayer, Namshiel's Bearer
Marcus Scribonius Libo Drusus, the Hollow Seer
Theodosius Cristos, the Broken Bridge
Six come to you, names and titles, some new as a fresh wound, some achingly old come rushing at you, a snapshot from eternity drawn, but one title in the middle stands out above the rest. Dad had made sure you would know their names.. all their names.
"Is he out?" you ask your dad. "Make sure he's out."
Dad, who had been talking to Harry about his license and offering the name of a lawyer if he needs it looks startled at your tone, but he does not question you aloud, mailing sure the sorcerer is not playing possum this time.
You open your mouth to speak, then remember that you are not alone with your dad and Harry. The monks are good at not drawing attention to themselves, perhaps intentionally so, but you remember that Harry had told you about the crown and you haven't known the three of them anywhere near long enough.
"I just realized something, a secret that may place me in danger in the knowing, I beg of your gracious conduct if it is not too much to ask that you should close your eyes and ears to it."
The elder monk nods gravely. "Some secrets are dangerous even in a friend's ear, but should you later need counsel do not hesitate to ask."
"Thank you,." Your bow is lower than when you had met them. One thing to try to make a good impression and another to know the other side is worth it. Once the door is closed you turn to Harry and explain.
"I asked who his friends were, you know so far as his like have them, his equals and his superiors basically," You take a deep breath. "One of them is a Denarian, Namshiel if that means anything. I have the host's name as well, apparently he is really good at treason, shocker. I don't recognize anyone else, although one of them has wizard and another one has seer in their titles. That does not mean none of the others can see the future or that that can't be wizards, just that destiny thinks of them that way." Dutifully you recount the whole names and titles, all six of them and you guess Gorfel makes seven.
One of them most likely ordered his killing, you realize and it's almost enough to make you feel a little sorry for him, but then you remember just what he is, what he chose to do with the gift he had been given.
He made his bed now he has to lay in it, as your mother would say. "None of them are members of the Senior Council are they?"
"No..." Harry says obviously relieved. "He must have been lying about that."
"Ah... he wasn't lying." You hate to burst his bubble, but you would hate it more if he put himself in danger not knowing. "When I find out something about the supernatural, the occult, some secret steeped in magic that few know my power gets a little brighter, or more full maybe, like the secret is fuel to its fire. When Gorfel said that thing about Black Magic and the Senior Council it kindled with it."
"Stars and Stones," he curses, at least you think it is one from the tone. "This could be huge for hunting these people down before they can do more harm, for at least disarming Spinyboy if not getting rid of him."
"Spinyboy?" you ask faintly.
"Thorned Namshiel," your dad offers, not even trying to hold back a chuckle. Mouse barks in approval of this renaming of the Fallen.
"Right him, but if I just hand that list to the White Council they are going to want to know where I have it from. I don;t think it would be safe for them to know that
you know things like that."
"So tell Ebenezar..." you start but he shakes his head. "Something this big would end up on the order of the day of the Senior Council and we just found out one of them is a warlock. I could tell him that as well, but at that point I don't know
what he would do."
"Be very careful Molly," your dad says much to your surprise. "Secrets can't be unsaid."
He wants to keep you safe more than he wants to spoke the wheels of the Fallen, you realize reading the lines of his face.
What do you even say to that?
'I can handle it,' doesn't seem to cut it, but part of you does think you can handle it, that you can handle all this stuff, wizard, madman and Fallen Angels given enough time.
What do you do with the list of names and titles?
[] Keep it for Harry alone, he will try to investigate it until he has some other source to quote to the Council
[] Offer it to Ebeneezer, you trust the canny old man even on such short acquaintance
[] Offer it freely to the Senior Council, prove that you can be an asset they cannot deny and dare not move against
OOC: Rolls will be up tomorrow, the potato laptop struggles to load links and its really late for me. 
