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Raphael paused for an equally long time, not taking his eyes off the merchant and not blinking. "Mao..." he finally said. "I sense emanations of dark power emanating from that name... I think we'll get along," he took a few more cyclopean gulps and even swayed a little – the wine was slowly starting to take effect, although it was still far from reaching his trained endurance limit. "You can call me... Nifa'el, the Herald of Armageddon – the very angel who fell from the high gardens of Arteria a thousand years ago and vowed to take revenge on this accursed world, drowning it in flames befitting the landscape of his own soul... But for mundane moments – Raphael Ambrosius Kosto," he said with pleasure, pronouncing his pseudonym and emphasizing each syllable with a gesture of his hand. "A merchant, an artist, a patron of the arts, a man of heart, art, science, and religion, of an immortal soul and vulgar gold, of tradition and modernization, of happiness and melancholy, of life and death..." he continued for some time, bending and straightening his fingers, and then he took another swig from the flask. "...and simply a Genius." "Well, very good. Today, I'll move my infernal inventory, and tomorrow I'll begin the subjugation of this part of the city. I look forward to seeing with my own eyes how despair will fill the eyes of mortals."