whitehairedprettyboy

Well, I'm no particular scholar of the war, but I certainly know the basics. Why?

Curious.

Have you heard of the Cobra Unit?

The what?

A group of elite super soldiers who helped us win the War.

That's as may be, but I've never heard of them. Perhaps they're more well known in Russia.

Or they were erased from history on purpose.

[Considering the fact that Volgin's death was never publically announced. And that was kind of a big deal. The man was considered a war hero in Russia. They kept everything from Operation Snake Eater a complete secret. Only those who lived through it know what really happened and they've been forced to be silent. No one would ever believe them anyways.]

Since you aren't aware of them, I'll explain the supernatural connection. Each member had... unique abilities. One in particular was a spirit medium, if I remember correctly. I never met him personally. He died before my time in the service. But there was always this... odd air about their leader, The Boss. Like someone else was there besides her, you know?

[He pauses, debating whether or not to continue telling him everything.]

There was one other instance but...

[Raikov cuts himself off. Valmont will push if he really wants to know.]

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[ Ghosts? Well, that's not ideal, but it's a damn sight better than demons. If that's the extent of it, at least... which it seems not to be. ]

And you were involved with this unit? [ He looks sidelong at Raikov. ] Are you telling me you have some kind of powers yourself?

Oh, no. I wasn't involved. They were called to the base I was serving at by my Colonel. I only interacted with them on occasion... or about as much as one can in a two week period.

Well, that's one less thing to worry about, anyway.

[ But he probably ought to cover all his bases. ] The other instance you mentioned - what was it, exactly?

[Raikov was kind of hoping he wouldn't ask. He bites his lip, looking a bit uneasy as he tries to figure out the best way to word things.]

When I was... in danger a few months before I arrived here, something... protected me.

[Translation: I was in the gulag and my dead lover's vengeful spirit came back to kill/haunt anyone who gave me shit.]

A benevolent spirit? Well. On the whole, it sounds as though your supernatural experiences have been rather positive, haven't they?

[ He's. A little bit incredibly jealous. ]

I suppose... I'd use the term "benevolent" loosely though.

You said it protected you. I would consider that a fairly benevolent action.

Towards me but... ah...

[He shakes his head.]

Nevermind. So! ... What all have you run in to?

[ But it wasn't so nice to whatever he was being protected from. Valmont thinks he gets it. Still, if something powerful and supernatural were on his side, he wouldn't be too fussed as to the state of his enemies once it got done with them.

Oh. What has he dealt with? He laughs bitterly and spits out one word. ]

Demons.

[... He hadn't been expecting that. Raikov stares, dumbfounded.]

.. D... Demons...?

[He looks around, as if just saying the name will summon them.]

How... bad?

How bad, he asks. [ Valmont leans across the table, his tea forgotten. ] Have you ever been possessed by a demon, Ivan? Because I would suggest you avoid it if at all possible. It is not a pleasant experience.

[Raikov's face turns pale at that.]

You've been possessed...? By what? What happened...?

By a demon, I just told you. Keep up.

[ Okay, yeah, he's taking a little bit of pleasure in freaking Raikov out so bad. Misery loves company, after all. ]

What happened was, I was minding my own business a few months ago, when all of a sudden this demon - whom I'd dealt with before, and who was supposed to be dead - comes out of nowhere and possesses me. Then he decides it's a bloody wonderful idea to use my body and my vast amount of resources to attempt to free his siblings and cause a global demon apocalypse, as well as generally make my life a living hell. Picture having a demon who hates you living in your head, controlling your body, every day for months on end. [ He shudders. ] It was a nightmare.

I know that...! I meant what type.

[He listens though. Very intently. With his hand up by his mouth, he even bites at one of his nails out of nervousness. 2SPOOPY4ME, VALMONT.]

That was your first mistake! Even dealing with the demon in the first place...! You don't do stuff like that...!

A bloody great dragon, that's what type. Fire demon, I suppose is the technical term. [ A hand comes to his throat instinctively. He can still remember how it felt for his body to breathe fire. It wasn't pleasant. ]

Well, I didn't know it was going to turn out like this, did I? We had a deal, originally - I would collect some talismans for him, and he would provide me with the lost treasure of Qin Shi Huang. [ If Raikov is at all familiar with Chinese, he'll notice just how badly that name is being mangled in the pronunciation. ] That worked out well, as you've no doubt gathered.

[Despite the fact that demons are terrifying, a thought pops into his head. Dragon demon, huh...? Hmmmm....

But what Valmont says next turns all his fear into astonishment. His shoulders slump and he arches his brow. This is the look he gives to idiots. And he's looking right at one now.]

You made a deal... with a demon... Are you stupid?

Well, yes, I suppose I did, but... treasure!

[ That's a yes, Raikov. ]

Here. Let me damn my soul for all eternity at the slight chance that you, Mr. Demon, might be telling me the truth about treasure!

[ Well. When he puts it that way. ]

In hindsight, it... may not have been the wisest decision I ever made in my life.

[ BUT TREASURE ]

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