A demonic possession (Private for Ryuko Matoi)

[Matt_Bradock]

Somewhere in the Pacific, there's a remote island, a dead volcano with a collapsed crater, stretching a few miles across in a crescent shape, encircling a peaceful lagoon. No one knows its exact location, or even if they do, it's considered uninhabited and untouched. It's not registered on any map, satellite image or navigational chart. There's no other landmass whatsoever in a range of 300 miles at any direction.
And yet, the importance of this island is greater than an average human being would ever comprehend. Near the shore of that lagoon, there is a home. There has been, for centuries. First, it was an old stone-and-tile English style homestead, then a Victorian family home, then - now - a modern concrete and glass 2-floor, 3 bedroom mansion, with solar panels on the roof and a wind turbine on top of the island's single peak, what's left of the former volcano.
There's a greenhouse and a garden, carefully fenced off, and a single helipad on the roof - probably the only mundane transportation access.
But what lies underneath this innocent-looking building, is the world's probably largest library of occult texts, spellbooks and magical artifacts, sealed half a mile under the basalt rock, protected by several layers of magical wards, seals and runes. Guarded for over a millenia by the Awakened, humans that discovered the secret of retaining their powers and memories during reincarnation. Only the Keeper knew the incantations to release those seals and access the contents of that vault.
The keeper of this facility for the last 2 decades has been a certain individual currently known as Matthew Bradock, looking like a Caucasian male in his early 40s, at a height of 6 feet 5 inches, sporting short, black hair and a goatee. Right now, he was standing in a circular room in the basement, centered around a portal circle, watching cautiously as the 7 sigils around the central pattern started to glow with a faint yellow light one by one. He looked at his watch and checked his sleek black suit. All he knew is he was getting a new item to study and protect.
When he realised he forgot to wear his tie - it was not often he'd receive an official visitor and new items to the vault - it was already too late to go fetch it, as the portal lit up, and in a bright yellow flash that caused even the seasoned magician to blink, two Seekers - one of the organization's scouts, whose duty was to find and acquire such items - appeared, and between them, they were holding a child he knew at first sight was not quite like anyone he's ever seen in all his 9 lifetimes...

[Ryuko Matoi]

The child in the arms of the men was around 3 feet tall. She was reminating a rather odd preassure. Demonic preassure. She looked small, helpless. She had two small horns protuding from her head. Her mouth was slightly opened, showing two pointy teeth. Her fingers had small claws on them too.

The men walked in, and passed the child off without a word. They were seemingly glad to be rid of her. "Good luck. If you can't keep her in check we will be forced to terminate her." Said one of the men.

"She's cunning. Don't get caught in her scheming" said the other man. With this they simply retreated into the portal, which vanished.

[Matt_Bradock]

Throughout the centuries, Matthew and his previous incarnations have received a lot of very interesting items. But never once did he receive anything - anyone - alive. Well, not in the strictest definition of a word, with a body of living breathing flesh. There were some semi-sentient artifacts locked in that vault, but this was... a child.
A child with definitely demonic influence. The first thing an Awakened learned is to sense auras. To see through the veil both angels and demons used to hide their true nature from the mundanes. After a few lifetimes, he could easily tell the difference between a Fury and a Sinner Demon's host with a simple glance. But this time - this time he wasn't sure what he was seeing.
- What the hell. - he remarked. The Seekers were surprised. No wonder. He never uttered such words. He always kept his professionalism before. But then again, this was a vault. Not a prison. And this girl, was something he never thought could exist. Not in a dozen lifetimes.
Then the next words got his attention.
- Terminate? - he looked at them and back at the unconscious girl in his arms. She's cunning? Scheming? Is that why her wrists were strapped to the wide white padded leather belt around her waist, and her ankles encircled by similar padded cuffs, connected with a twelve inch chain?
Of course... all demonic beings are - were - dangerous. But this was different... she wasn't a demonhost, not in the classical sense. There was something definitely human in her aura. Like the demon's spirit couldn't overcome the human's, and the souls... not one, two, but three... fused together, creating something that wasn't fully human, but not fully demon either. She definitely had her soul. And yet the body showed the otherworldly influence.
Normally he'd be intrigued beyond measure. This was something new, unique, unprecedented. A researcher's dream.
But it also meant looking for a child. He hasn't had a family for the last 5 lifetimes, how was he supposed to take care of a little girl?
- Why is she in restraints? - he asked, but the Seekers were already leaving. The portal closed, and only a file was left in the middle of the circle.
- Sequitur. he commanded the dossier, which started levitating and following as he left the room witht he girl in his arms. he headed for one of the guest bedrooms. It was quite plain... not befitting a child. He laid her down on the bed, and got to work. Quiet, easy cosmetic incantations, that turned the walls into a childish pink color with a lavender trim one foot up from the floor, matching the color of the carpet that now covered the entire floor in the room. The bed the little girl was occupying, also changed, the color of the sheets turned into light pink with a flower pattern. Matthew did his best to make the room comfortable and friendly for a little girl, at least to his best knowledge. And only when he was done, did he grab the dossier that was still faithfully floating mid-air beside him. It was the catalog entry, stating the most important data needed to identify her, and all the known information about her origin in the rest of the pages. Standard for every new item in the vault, but oddly disturbing to see such a cold, pragmatic description for a living, breathing child.

[Ryuko Matoi]

As soon as the two left, Roxie's eyes opened. She glared around the room fast. She had been informed of her moving facilities, so she quickly wanted to know her surroundings. Rather fast her eyes fell on the man holding her.

"Who the fuck are you..." She hissed quietly.

(Short post, sorry. Had to move XD)