<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ce98617e7caea3944f7056e038c845a/tumblr_od84mliuPi1vdaxzpo7_250.gifv)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute -> Container Ship<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Investigating the Song of Demeter<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo, Michael Brightstar<br/><br/><hr/>As he brought his stele to the demonic symbol it began to react, part of him was surprised it was cold, demonic flames and all that. The intense light may have been a warning to stop but then again, intense light was always seen as an angelic manifestation of power, banishing the darkness, you know, like literally. It was only after he had broken the symbol that he felt some demonic poop had hit the proverbial fan. He was glad as the vacuum started trying to suck his soul or maybe just his will to live that he didn’t articulate the ‘<em>ohfuckohfuckohfuck</em>’ that was going on in his head.<br/><br/>It was during this brief struggle that only seemed like decades in his head that he saw some kind of tribunal of elder ShadowHunters pointing at a chalkboard with a seraph blade and calmly if wearily stating…”<em>and this is why we don’t mess with demonic symbols on a boat or on your coat…</em>” Why did the elder ShadowHunters sound like the Cat in the Hat? It was a mystery for another day, because he could suddenly breathe again and oxygen in his lungs was one of his favourite things.<br/><br/>With the business of dropping off the captain’s corpse taken care of speeding towards Michael seemed to take no time at all since they weren’t trying to search for clues. And then there it was, a demon. Was it strange that because of because of literature and movies, he sort of believed in vampires, fae and werewolves to begin with. Warlocks weren’t that much of a stretch. Kaspian just didn’t actually believe in God until he saw his first demon. One could rationally argue cart before the horse here but it was what it was. God and the heavenly host had always been this …how does one put it…a very distant sort of primordial being.<br/><br/>It set up the universe and gave everyone a stage to fight upon but wasn’t ever actually there. Oh sure, there were the religious people who ‘saw God and miracles in every sunset’ but uhm…yeah, sorry. Anyone who had suffered any great losses in their lives probably had a few questions that the explanation of ‘ineffable’ just didn’t cut the mustard. Demon though, that did do it for Kaspian. It was proof that God screwed up. I mean, who plans for a third of their empowered minions to rebel against them and wreak havoc with your creations?<br/><br/>So instead of fear or freezing up when he beheld the demon, it actually affirmed his beliefs. Beliefs affirmed he took in his environment, Michael still alive or at least not mostly dead, gross black ichor all over the place, ship still trying to blow up and making the ‘aaahooogaaaa’ noises just to let everyone know it hadn’t changed its plans. And oh yeah, the demon was mad it him now for showing up and also being alive.<br/><br/>Dodging diagonally forward, he brought up his seraph blade, his was kopis style and the light it emitted allowed him to see the demon’s eyes a bit more clearly. Yup, just hate and the need to kill. Ok. It seemed that no one was going to use their words today in this room. Was it strange that he was used to this…no, not fighting demons, but the struggle to keep surviving. Being dropped off at a church at birth wasn’t an idyllic upbringing. Nuns were mean and didn’t take your shit, other discarded kids didn’t lead with their hearts. There was always fighting for something going on. Demons just didn’t do you the courtesy of pretending to ask for your lunch money as an excuse to hit you.<br/><br/>Kaspian had heard about all the great tactics that ShadowHunters used to fight powerful foes. He studied them and came to the conclusion that it was a good thing they were invisible to the world otherwise the wolves would demand some recompense for copywrite infringement. Oh, there were fancy terms for the stratagems, but they all basically boiled down to ‘one person harasses’ to keep its attention, the others flank and look for openings. The demon had sort of jumped the gun and chosen Kaspian as its harasser. Who was he to refuse his fate? “Hey buddy numbnuts. Tell me, are you feeling any urge to monologue at this moment so we at least know what you’re mad at this trip topside?”<br/><br/>The regular back and forth of trying to murder each other cut off any further attempts to goad the demon in ignoring the others. He was hoping someone would scoop up Michael. And then it came to him and he drew his stele dramatically with his left hand. “I know something you don’t know.” he repeated from the Princess Bride. “I’m going to use this to draw the holy power rune on you.” He had just seen what happens when holy power met unholy power it was like matter and antimatter. Hearing Leigh call out he decided to let her be the harasser. It was an odd game of tag they were playing.<br/><br/>Going for Michael he would try and heal him before just running off.