A Dimm day indeed

Reima "I feel like I've seen these symbols somewhere..." he mutters, walking closer and brushing some dust from one of the statues faces.

As his fingers run across the brand he gets a glimpse of something... Strange, something unnatural. It felt like magic, only tainted, like an inverted soul producing negative energy? It doesn't really make sense with his current knowledge of magic, but perhaps its like dark matter in his previous world?

The brand decorating the Fiend statue he'd just dusted off begins to glow however, the stone seeming to retract and revealing healthy flesh underneath...

Reima steps back and watches as the Fiend stumbles after breaking free from its stone prison, shaking the dust that still clings to its form before finally noticing Reima's presence.

Reima holds his hands out, "Yo, you try to charge me and I'll skin you alive." he states, not in the mood for any funny business.

Unfortunately, the Fiend isn't intelligent enough to understand his words, instead electing to charge him... Its third eye opens as it tries to ram him, but Reima's fist crashes against its skull, disintegrating it on impact and sending brain matter splattering the surroundings.

The blood, bone-fragments and other organic matter cover the other statues, unlocking their prisons in a similar manner to the fiend...

As soon as they're free most begin attacking each other, monsters not usually friendly to their own race, let alone others.

A true vampire stumbles from his prison and walks to the side of the room, avoiding the rampaging beasts destroying everything in sight.

Reima eyes him, "Hey, are you able to speak?" he asks, wanting to know what this place is.

The vampire snarls at him but looks astonished at its own reaction, holding his head and backing away. "I... Hmm foolish... I lost." he mutters in a confused manner.

Reima tilts his head, "You lost?"

The vampire nods, "I thought myself superior, all races are below us... But that, thing... It isn't-Hurrgh!" he chokes, holding his throat.

Reima expands his Observation Haki to sense if anything was wrong, and finds the same negative magic he'd sensed earlier from the brand wrapping around the vampire's neck... The origin isn't clear, but he extends his hands and tries to grab the tendril of anti-magic, passing through it as if it wasn't there.

He tries again, channeling magic into his hand this time, but again, they don't react to one another...

The vampire continues to choke, harder than before... Considering Vampires rarely need to breath, it might be doing something else to it...

Reima "Here goes nothing." he mutters, using Elder Blood Energy to try and grab the tendril... It works! He pries the strange magic away from the vampires, freeing him and forcing the magic to flee to wherever it'd come from. "Are you okay?"

The vampire looks at Reima gratefully, a strange look for a usually fearsome vampire. "You defied him..." he mutters in disbelief. "I am in your debt, whoever you are."

Reima thumbs himself, "I am Reima Ludvig, you are?"

"Lothaire Kavita la Demidicus" the man states, his back straightening.

Reima looks him up and down, his aristocratic clothing fitting his thin build nicely, his short black hair and green eyes giving a feeling of nobility. "What is this place?"

Lothaire "I can only presume it to be its lair, the one who "Won" me and those other beasts." he says, glancing over at the still rampaging monsters.

Reima scratches her face, "Who is it you keep referring to, I can't imagine any normal person would be able to capture a person such as yourself... An Elven Sage perhaps?"

Lothaire grits his teeth which reveals his fangs and shakes his head, "It attempted to stop me from revealing it, but I am not one of its pathetic puppets! Master Mirror, is the culprit... The demon beat me in a game of my own making, claiming my soul and presumably imprisoning me here."

Reima "I'm guessing that brand has something to do with it?" he questions, pointing at the ugly mark on the left side of the vampire's face.

Lothaire nods, "It shows that you've made a deal with a being beyond your understanding and control... A mark of stupidity and ignorance." he says, rubbing the mark as if it were a raw wound.

"I would prefer that you stop spreading my secrets fanged one... People who get in the way of my entertainment find themselves... Indisposed." a voice echoes around the room, the monsters all frozen in time as the carpet under them seemingly starts to burn away, revealing some kind of ritual circle.

A set of stone stairs dramatically materialise as a regular looking man steps down it with a grin plastered across his face. He wears colourful peasant clothes with a leather coif, a bag of gold wrapped around his neck like a merchant would. His bald head and average looking face seems almost "too" normal to be real... Resembling something you'd find if you combined all faces of the human race together.

Lothaire backs away, large claws appearing from his fingertips as his face turns beast-like, resembling Regis or Dettlaff in their own transformed states. "I will not go peacefully like the last, demon."

"Heh, now where would the fun be if you didn't struggle a touch?" he says with a chuckle, continuing to walk towards them.

Reima "Who are you?"

The man slows his descent, his focus on Reima, "Me? Just a merchant of sorts, most know me as Gaunter O'Dimm, others, Master Mirror... Regardless of how you call me, I am not an enemy." he says as he finally reaches the bottom of the stairs.

Gaunter O'Dimm "I see you've perused my... Collection. It's rude to destroy another person's property is it not?" he asks.

Reima shrugs and glares at him defiantly, "Depends on who's it belongs to."

Gaunter O'Dimm "I see, well, if it were yourself wouldn't you wish for compensation?" he inquires, his curiosity seeming more... Ominous than most.