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Malik

"My puzzle is almost complete. Just one more piece..."

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a character in “The Unseen World: MCU Archives”, originally authored by Maestro, as played by doctorjenny

Description

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Name:
Malik
Alias(es):
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Age:
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Height:
7'8"
Eyes:
Someone once said his eyes looked like two glaciers in the middle of a snowstorm; cold, and lifeless… and slightly maniacal.
Gender:
Male
Race or Species:
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Build:
He would liken his body to a statue, chiseled marble, carved from a stroke of genius; and a true masterpiece.
Family
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Abilities

Insubstantiality
One of his most deadly abilities which allows him to ignore most physical laws and limitations by quite literally passing through matter.

Planeswalking
Malik is able to tear holes in space and time and harness interdimensional travel to move to other planes of existence; traversing to a myriad of alternate realities.

Teleportation
Allows Malik to transfer matter or energy from one location to another without traversing the physical space between them.

Strength
Is able to defy weight limitations, giving him almost supernatural strength. Malik can easily lift items ten times his own weight like it was nothing.

Agility
Malik can rapidly respond to most stimulants nearing him; almost effortlessly able to dodge attacks, or execute them with scary precision.

Personal History

Not much can be said for Malik. Although his age is as good as any mystery, the consensus is that he has lived for a very long time. But he hasn’t been hiding. He’s lived in the press and hearts/minds of the common folk since the beginning; masking himself as notorious serial killers, forever relishing in the bloodlust and chaos that ensued. It’s only most recently that he has set his eyes on Molly Bronson, and will do absolutely anything to get her attention.

... More to come.

So begins...

Malik's Story

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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#, as written by Maestro
The aura around Molly reeked of Karato, enough to make his knees quiver. Stumbling in place, he lost himself long enough for her to slip the pair of handcuffs around his wrists. Hearing them lock into place, he stared down hesitantly. “Karato…” He murmured quietly under his breath, his composure breaking for less than a second before he forced his arms apart, shattering the handcuffs. Immediately thereafter, his wrists phased through the metal, and the cuffs fell to the floor, a loud clank resonating throughout the room. “What do you know little girl? My little puzzle.”

Grabbing the nearest end table and flipping it over, he punched a hole in the wall before pacing around Molly; eyes trained intently on her. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Molly. I know where Karato is. Body... and soul.” Tugging at the gold chain around his neck playfully, his hand slipped between the dimensions, his body edging back into the void. “You underestimate my resolve. There is only one last piece to gather, and I’m looking right at her. The decision is yours. Either give yourself up willingly, or there is going to be hell to pay for you… and your friends. I may seem crazy, but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t be willing to do for her sake.”

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Character Portrait: Catherine Dumitrescu Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Faust Ian Nequam Character Portrait: Malik

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Molly collapsed the minute he was gone, and just breathed for several minute, and let the tears flow. The woman pulled herself together and stumbled to her feet, pulling her cell phone off its charger and dialing the MCU dispatcher. Legs shaking, she sat down as she spoke. "Dispatcher? This is officer Molly Bronson. I need you to send some people to process a crime scene at my apartment. Warden Dumitrescu should also be contacted." She said, quietly, still shaken. "Please hurry."

The woman didn't bother getting dressed, drawing her feet up under her in her nightgown. She should put on a robe at least... Molly stumbled to her feet and found her bath robe and pulled it on over her night gown. Malik was back, and he was killing women who looked almost identical to her. The officer flicked on the lights as she did so. No need for them to come to a dark apartment after all. Gods. He was back, and if she didn't surrender to him, he'd...he'd try and kill everyone. Catherine was powerful and could take care of herself. She didn't really associate with most of the other officers. It would be okay.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Faust Ian Nequam Character Portrait: Malik

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She got up and stretched and dang she was attractive! Don't stare, don't stare. "You're welcome. Let me walk you home," he joked. "I shouldn't need more help settling in though. As you can see, I wasn't able to bring much. I might take you up on being shown around Dallas though. It is a big city. Not quite as big as London, but big enough to get lost for sure." He held his door open and stepped out into the hall. "Have a good night, see you around!"

He went back into his apartment and closed the door. He changed into his actual form and started thinking about how he was going to do this. He already had a plan in mind, but she kinda threw a wrench in it when she said she didn't think Karato was inside her anymore. But they're still connected? Weird. Where was Karato then? Inside her executioner? Or was she a golem? He knew who killed her, well, originally. But who did it this time? Or was she just lying unconscious somewhere? So many questions, so little answers. But what mattered right now was Molly and if she was possessed.

He spent the night starting to put his plan into motion. From an outsider's point of view, it looked like he was sitting in his apartment, staring at a bracelet. No one would know he was actually making a bracelet of dimension lock. Likewise, when he went to the warehouse tomorrow, someone would think he was checking it out to start a business, especially since he would look like an important businessman, differing in appearance from his other two forms. No one would know he was actually dimension locking and putting the finest magical locks on the room she would stay in (Not to mention a bunch of other wards, such as nondetection) until he figured things out.

He was almost ready to do what needed to be done.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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It took three days, but the preparation was complete. He had everything ready. Now for the execution. He waited until 3 am that night, when he knew she would be asleep. In his original form, he quietly opened his door and walked the few feet to hers. He put on gloves so as not to leave stray fingerprints. He cast a spell that opened the lock on her door. He took in a deep breath. She had recently showered, giving the whole apartment a sweet, soapy smell. He loved the smell of her shampoo. He silently cast a spell to open her bedroom door so that it wouldn't make noise as he entered.

He took the business card and bracelet from his pocket and put the business card on the nightstand. Malik stood there, admiring her for a moment. She looked so innocent when she was sleeping, almost like she didn't have an impure demon inside her. Good thing that was going to be fixed very shortly. She slept in the middle of her bed. Damn. I'm going to have to get into her bed to put this on her. He gingerly climbed into her bed and lightly grabbed the closest arm to put the bracelet on. To his surprise, she didn't even stir. Wow, she is a sound sleeper. Not what I would expect. The bracelet snapped shut.

He picked her up and planeswalked to the room where she would be kept. He walked over to the bed that he spent hours picking out, just for her, and laid her in the middle of it. He covered her with the blankets and admired his handiwork. Then, he planeswalked back to his apartment. Phase one, complete.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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It was a simple fact that a person could only remain on edge for so long before their body gave in. Molly, on discovering the only things not held in place were the books and some food in the kitchen, all ready to eat, nothing needing a knife, had prepared herself, hours ago, to attack whoever come in first.

All her senses told her that she was still on Earth. Everything she could reach for told her that she was still here, still on earth, not far away at all. This, of course, did little to calm her down, though she did waver on it being Maliki who had kidnapped her. After all, wouldn't he have taken her to Proxi, where the academy was? Or to a different plane at least? Still, the only thing that had kept her occupied for some time was periodically calling out to Catherine, hoping against hope he other was close enough to hear, or was searching.

By now though, the long day, stress, and lack of sleep had caught up to her, and Molly was dozing on the ground next to the bed, where she had prepared herself to ambush her captor. Had she managed to stay awake at least. It was certainly not a restful or true sleep at least, though she remained in her night gown from the previous night, having not wanted to change, just in case she was being watched.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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After a good deal of time had gone by and he was sure they had finished up in Molly's apartment, Faust changed forms to his original one. He took a deep breath and planeswalked over to the warehouse room where he kept Molly.

He appeared in the kitchen. The kitchen had been untouched, a shame. He had stocked it with her favorite foods, and it's been almost 24 hours, she had to have been hungry. He put up a shield spell and walked through the apartment, searching for her. All of it had remained pretty much untouched. Why did he go through this effort if she didn't even make an attempt to enjoy herself? She could have at least picked up a book. He found her next to the bed sleeping in a very strange position. Had she been here all day waiting to ambush him? He let out a snort. Cute.

With one snap of his fingers, the apartment changed into a ritual room. He picked her up and started to carry her over to the center of the room.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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Molly woke up in his arms as he was carrying her. She snarled at him and her fist came up aiming a punch for his nose, swinging at him with full intent to break his nose. Damned asshole wasn't keep her captive. Still, it looked like their surroundings had changed, and Molly glared at him as she took in the changes. Damn, this was not the apartment room she had been in earlier. Her punch hadn't been the strongest, given her lack of grounding, but she was more than happy to putthe full force of her muscles behind it.

Ignoring her pressing hunger, she made sure to struggle and fight. Malik. She had begun to doubt it when she couldn't just planeswalk out, certain he wouldn't do that to himself. Damned bastard apparently had found a way around it all. "Let me go Malik, and I won't try and snap your neck." She wasn't about to just roll over. His little puzzle piece her ass.

The jerk needed his head screwed on better. She glared darkly at him, and fought against his hold. It was likely no use. She had never been able to over power him, not even once. But she certainly wasn't about to make it easy on him, if nothing else.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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He chuckled as her attempt to punch him knocked right off his shield spell. "You don't think I wasn't prepared for this do you? It's a shame you didn't like the apartment I set up for you, I stocked it with your favorite things. You must be starving." She was struggling, but it was no match for him, who had years of experience expelling demons from people.

"Let me go Malik, and I won't try and snap your neck." Her glare sent daggers, and he would be hurt if he hadn't done this all a thousand times before.

"Don't squirm now," he said as he cast a hold person spell. "I need you to be really still." He smiled as she struggled against the spell, but it was no use. He tied the ropes around her arms and legs, binding her to the spot where he wanted her to be.

"You were a difficult one, my little puzzle piece. But don't worry, the demon will be expelled from you soon." He moved into position to start the ritual.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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She snarled and fought hard against the spell, but her magic wasn't responding to her in this place and she snarled as she glared at him. Bound, she couldn't struggle, given how tightly she was held down. Worse, she heard exactly what he said. He was going to take Karato from her! Wide eyed, she fought harder, tied too tight, and the spell keeping her from moving on top of that. This was too much.

She stared up at him, fear in her eyes as she layered all the mental defenses she could over the connection she had to Karato, in an attempt to save her demon. "I'm perfectly fine with her in me. She doesn't cause trouble. Leave us be!" she demanded, fear in her eyes as she kept an eye on him, clearly scared. Desperate, she called out for Catherine mentally, as loudly as she possibly could.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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Molly looked scared, legitimately scared. It was enough to give him pause before starting the ritual. Why did she want the demon inside her? It didn't make sense. Demons, by nature, are bad. They are impure and need to be eradicated. He could tell she was calling out for her telepathic friend.

"It's no use, there's an anti-telepathy field in here. Even if she was in the area, she couldn't hear you." He let out a deep breath, letting himself focus. He knew he was doing the right thing. The demon had obviously tricked her into liking its presence. He started the ritual, which took about an hour to complete. He winced at parts of it. He knew that the longer that the demon was inside the person, the more painful it was, and Karato had been inside Molly for a long time.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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Karato had been inside Molly since she was seven years old, a foolish child, and full of hope and believe in herself. Despite the fact that she still looked like she was in her early 20s, linearly, Molly was much closer to her early 40s. It was a long time to be possessed. The woman's back arched in pain as she screamed out, clinging with all her might to her demon within. It was no good however. The ritual was a powerful one, and Malik was exponentially more powerful than she was, if she ever would be that strong. She cried out, the pain almost too much.

An hour

It was a long hour.

At the end of it, even her connection to Karato was gone, and the demon itself was gone, her spirit torn to shreds by the ritual. She lay on the ground, in the center on the ritual circle, skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she panted, tears sliding down her cheeks, wetting her hair further than the tears she had cried during the ritual itself.

Everything hurt. Everything.

She began to cough, and struggled against the spell on her to move, desperate not to choke on the red flecks that she was coughing up. Blood. She felt like her insides were shredded. The woman kept coughing, trying not to gag and choke on her own blood. Hell of a way to die, she supposed, faintly, in the back of her head.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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He completed the ritual, but not without wincing a few times. She looked to be in her twenties so he figured the demon couldn't have been in there for more than fifteen years. A long time to be sure, but not enough to have dire consequences. However, it looked like it had been in there for twice as long based on the pain she was experiencing. He saw the demon rip out of her and get torn to shreds. Even though this hurt, it would be good for her in the long run. That's what he kept telling himself at least, until the ritual was over.

He ended the ritual and looked at Molly. She was in a dire state. He saw her cough up blood. That demon had done a number on her. Feeling guilty at the pain he caused, he walked over and offered a hand to help her up.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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Molly accepted the hand up and spit out the blood and then swallow, leaning against him, however unwillingly. She breathed, needing his help to do even that, as the tear and blood flowed. Still coughing, she pushed away from him, and took a low fighting stance, holding her fists up. She ignored the flecks of blood with every cough. "Now that you've killed my companion of 36 years, hold still do I can fucking kill you with my bare fists."

Given that she was swaying, even in what was supposed to be a rock solid grounded stance, that was a bit of a joke. Molly was dead tired, in pain and coughing up blood, and she hadn't eaten in 24 hours. It wasn't about to stop her from trying to fight Malik. He had torn from her one of her longest friends, if one who was a pain int he ass and tended to be abusive if Molly didn't give as good are she got.

Given that she hadn't been able to stand on her own a moment ago threats to kill him were probably a bit rich.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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He made an uncharacteristically, to her anyway, concerned face and said, "You can fight me when you are feeling better. It will be more of a fair fight. Right now you need to rest." He picked her up, carried her over to the bed, and laid her down. He tucked her in, not without struggle of course, and said, "Rest. I will make you some food from the kitchen." He left the room to go make some soup.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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Not without a struggle to be sure. She struggled and fought against him even as he tucked her her in. The minute he was gone, she threw off the covers, still coughing and stumbled to her feet. Like hell she was going to let him feed her. The woman pulled a book from the shelf and waited around the corner. She'd brain him the minute he stepped around it as far as she was concerned.

The rat bastard was going to die as far as she was concerned. Maybe then the anti magic field would fall along with the wards keeping her pinned down here. Molly Bronson wasn't about to stop struggling every step of the way. If only the books weren't pinned down, then she'd hurt him with the books.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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As he was making her soup, he heard heavy breathing from around the corner. Of course she'd insist on fighting him. He cast a sleep spell to put her to sleep so that she would rest. Then, he put her in bed and cast a couple healing spells on her so that she would recover quicker. "Sorry, but we aren't fighting today. You can fight me when you're well." He finished making her soup, put it by her bedside, replenished the wards, then planeswalked back to his apartment and shapeshifted back to Faust form. It was a long day, he had a case to solve in the morning.

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Character Portrait: Molly Bronson Character Portrait: Malik

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Molly collapsed in his arms, asleep and slept through the night. In the morning, giving into her hunger, she'd eat, shower, and put on the 'clothes' provided. What was with this family and short skirts, dammit. She still hurt though, and she rested on the couch, reading, with little else to do. Periodically, she called out to Catherine mentally, hoping against hope for some response.

Please, please let there be one soon. This was a maddening existence, and however much she hated to admit it, she was 43. That was much too old for a fucking school girl uniform. Even if she did look all of 21, and didn't know or understand why and wasn't going to think on it.

If she didn't think about it, she'd eventually start aging again, right?

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Faust Ian Nequam Character Portrait: Malik

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Damn. He was expecting a trap for Molly, not him. How did these people figure it out? Well, he was caught, no point in keeping Faust form anymore.

"If you know, that, then you know I'm not actually Faust. In fact, you know that there is actually no such person." He took away the glamour and reverted back to his original form. "Guilty as charged though. She was demon possessed. I did what I had to do. Arrest me if you want, but I expect my actual managers will be here soon. You really don't want to deal with them."

He really didn't want to hurt or kill anyone. He didn't even want to hurt Molly, the ritual was a necessary hurt and he healed her back to health. As far as he was concerned, he had done a good thing.

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Faust Ian Nequam Character Portrait: Malik

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"See, that's nice and all, but we'll deal with that if they come." he said simply and fully sheathed his sword. Damn, he had been rather hoping the other would fight. "i suppose you'll be coming peacefully." He grumbled and took out a set of handcuffs made very specifically for Malik. They had already been in development, in case Molly went rogue on them. Finishing the development hadn't been hard.

He smiled and held them up. "Hands behind your back." He said firmly. The man had done a handful of arrests, of more powerful criminals. He was still hoping that the other would fight. Well June was good at planning. It made sense it went so smoothly.

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"I doubt that will happen. However, in the mean time you'll be going into a nice comfy cell." June remarked as she watched Rahal take out the cuffs. "As for who you are, we suspected after awhile. Especially when your sign on records didn't seem to match what you'd been telling us. Really, why so sloppy?" She said with another shrug. "As for the possession.. eh a minor matter that was for the most part under control. Your meddling is not appreciated, and I suspect your bosses will likely disavow any knowledge of your sorry ass."

June wasn't terribly worried about whatever or whoever these bosses were. Faust or rather Malik had been just as much of a rouge individual as Molly by his refusal to follow orders and getting involved on the personal level.

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Faust Ian Nequam Character Portrait: Malik

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"It's rather hard to hide." He didn't think he had been that sloppy. The kidnapping was slightly sloppy but he had been long past the point that he had suspected they would find him out.

"Also, I doubt that. I've been giving them reports and they've been pleased with my progress." Well, as far as he knew they had. Some doubts started creeping in his mind since he hadn't handled himself that well, but he pushed them aside. "Also, you thought it was under control, but demonic possession has serious repercussions after a while. She's now going through the withdrawals because she had been possessed for so many years. She needed to be freed before more serious damage was done."

He looked at the man with the cuffs. "I'll come in normal handcuffs. Not those... things." He knew exactly what they were. he had used the same magic on Molly.

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Faust Ian Nequam Character Portrait: Malik

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"You'll come in the same handcuffs we'd use on Molly." Rahal corrected, very firmly. "And she never seemed to mind her possession and seemed to have if under control herself. As it is, she'd been on bereavement since her kidnapping and has been sent to Detroit for her own good." Recert away from Dallas would help. "She's significantly more unstable than she's been since her demon had a form and was abusing her." he said, having gathered this from her files at least.

"But again, feel free to fight. I've been promised you're strong, and I've run out of opponents near my level." He was very very glad to see the other ant to fight. It would have been absolutely wonderful for him had the other fought. He'd have to head out nice and far to expel some magic now.

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Malik

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"You see the thing is... to use a phrase that's popular here, dun goofed. You caught the attention of someone way over your bosses heads." June said with a mischievous smile. "Also don't think for a moment we're putting normal cuffs on you. We're not that stupid." She added shaking her head. "It's easy to hide, if you know what you're doing, and you young man do not."

June had seen the reports, and looked in once Dumitrescu had expressed her doubts about Faust. "See the thing here is, even your magic is sloppy. I'm amazed you made it this far. If it hadn't been for your ham handed attempts to purify Molly, we wouldn't even be here, and she wouldn't be struggling against even larger issues now." She commented crossing her arms, and tapping her right index finger thoughtfully on her chin. "I wonder... just what made you do it.. Malik?" June questioned, mildly disappointed that there wouldn't be any fight.

"Because thanks you your imbecilic attempts at magic, we've been returned to us an office like Rahal here said, who is significantly more unstable than before. Granted if you want us to prove it, we'll let her beat the ever living shit out of you... without removing those cuffs."

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Malik

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"See, that's the thing. She looked like she had it under control. Possession drives you mad, but the demon had suppressed the madness because it wants the victim to still be there to possess. She was possessed for much longer than I had anticipated, so the withdrawals are much more than I anticipated." A look of concern for Molly crept onto his normally stoic face. "But she can get past them and she will be much better off for it, than having the demon continue to regrow inside her."

He looked to June with more a look of amusement than anything else. "You shouldn't get so cocky. I don't know who you are, but the people I work for are much more powerful than I am." His look changed to one of passion. "What makes me hunt demons? Demons make me do it. There is nothing good about them. The world needs purification from them. If I can be that force of purification, I will be, no matter the consequences." He let out a chuckle. "And if they were 'ham handed', she wouldn't have been purified. They weren't attempts, since they succeeded."

"In any case, I'm not stupid. I'm not going to fight, but I'm not coming in those cuffs. I will come quietly and compliantly in normal cuffs." His expression turned stoic once more as he looked at his two captors.

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Character Portrait: Rahal Character Portrait: June Blackwelder Character Portrait: Malik

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This very much counted as resisting arrest. That was fine. "نوم." He said firmly. The magic swirled around his fingers briefly before a flick of his wrist had it hurtling at Malik. It was a sleep spell and an overpowered one. He had excellent aim as well. Rahal was a well trained battle mage with quite a bit of experience fighting. He would not be an easy opponent to overcome. Still, it would be good for Molly to see the man in a special cell just for the more powerful magic users.

It would be better for her to beat the living shit out of him. The man would be happy to take him down so she could. MCU stood together. A rather vicious grin cut across his face.