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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 this 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 infinitely far from 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 worthy of the landscape of his own soul... But for mundane moments - Raphael Ambrosius Kosto, - he said his pseudonym with pleasure, singing and emphasizing each syllable with a gesture of his hand. - Merchant, artist, patron, man of heart, art, science and religion, immortal soul and vulgar gold, tradition and modernization, happiness and melancholy, life and death... - he continued for some time, bending and straightening his fingers, and then he took another swig from the flask. - ...and just a Genius.
- Well, very good. Today I will move my infernal inventory, and tomorrow I will begin the subjugation of this part of the city. I can't wait to see with my own eyes how despair will fill the eyes of mortals.

- Don't be rude, I know where you live. It would be better if you told me about your problem, and I might be able to help you.