He stared at both of them, having half been following the conversation, but another half was back on memory lane."Wait, hold one, remembered something."<br/><br/>He stood up, and did a quick gesture with his hand, inscribing a mock up of a permanent portal rune, and then began adding the 'destination' runes around it. HE got halfway through, and skipped one, before finishing the rest of the runes, and coming back to the hole he had left. "All of these are standards for the ritual that the Marilith did, but this was the rune that was so... illogical that I could only decide that it was a mistake."<br/><br/>He paused, and began carefully drawing the rune from his memory, though it wasn't hard to do, it was the one he had fallen toward when the Marilith had stabbed him through the heart. He stared at the circle for a moment, before stepping back and looking at Taint in shock. "It didn't fail, did? It needed all the energy released in battle, and a death, to activate, that was why me and the Marilith are so powerful, I died, and she was in the circle, while the assassin was the furthest, getting thrown out by the Marilith after she had stabbed me. She activated the circle, and pulled... whatever contaminated us, thorough. She called you here."<br/><br/>He stared at the runes for a moment, before rubbing his hands on his tunic, stepping back with a shiver of distaste. "Sorry, went tangential. So, it is something beyond the usual rules, a true eldritch abomination, rather like those who respond to the word Hastur and yellow. But likely even more so, as they can't exist here even after infecting or being summoned by someone. This isn't a case of black and white morality, or even gray on gray, this is gray against mangoes morality, two completely different views that have nothing in common."