MAGNUS

Smells like best friends spirit w/ @Alucard Harker-Țepeș.

“How long have we known each other now? And you little shit still only come to me when it's almost too late? Fifteen minutes, yep... Fifteen minutes? I'm old... I've lived my life... I'm ready to spend the next 500 years at the Maldives... or in the middle of the Antarctic ice...”

He rolled his eyes slightly.

“No... that wasn't even a minute I wasted on my life anecdotes. You're far too humanized... you impatient prince.”

14.5 minutes later, peppered with Magnus's words of wisdom, which were, of course, described in great detail.

"The thing you're hunting exists in a phase shift to the material plane. That's why your runes pass through it like smoke. Its physical form is just an... echo. An imprint of what is actually anchored in an adjacent layer of our reality. When you attack it with a seraph blade, you hit its projection. When you attack it with demonic steel, you strengthen its bond to this plane. Well, so all that's left is...?"

He nodded euphorically.

“Right, you got it. When you hit it with that, you force its true self completely into this reality for exactly three heartbeats. And in those three heartbeats, you can kill it. Or you die... which, admittedly, makes the rest of the evening’s plans a lot easier.”

He cleared his throat softly.

“No offense... and no, I don't have the blade anymore....”

He grimaced, grinding his teeth.

"You asked me what could be used against it... not if I had it. But don't get hysterical now. I handed it in eighty years ago after a certain werewolf tried to use it to evade a metaphysical tax audit. Long story.. ends with a fire and three very offended warlocks. And I'm still in touch with one of them... very close contact... very close. Webergasse 17, 3rd basement, Vienna, Austria. Take a portal and ask for Madame Novlowa. And better not mention my name. Good luck!"

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