"They have been up there for quite awhile," The Lord remarked, having just finished explaining the year and painter that was responsible for the skillful artistry of the Sebastian Thor painting. As he had spoken, explaining the high price of the piece, and that he had received it from Friederek Kalo, a renowned painter of the ecclesiarchy, Heironymus had been pondering if there was any sign of corruption within the household. 

From what he could tell, the Volantus family seemed pious enough. He could find no taint in the house, and if there was any, he had the suspicion that it would have been brought here by whatever had taken their Leopold. "Yes indeed," the Adept Baldemar said absently. 

"May I offer you and your companion a drink?" the Lord asked, though at that moment Heironymus was noticing another sound. The telltale clack of shoed feet stepping down the stairways of the house. Around the corner, the Lady Sarkonad revealed herself. "Ah, Adept Baldemar was it? Do you truly think you can find him?" 

"I swear by the Emperor's grace, we shall do our best." Heironymus said, giving an uneasy nod. "A-And I do believe I will take that drink n-" 

He stopped, feeling a pressure at the edge of his skull. A brief echo that he dropped his defenses for, for but a moment. He heard his name within his own thoughts, and then he felt it. Something very off about this place, and he clenched his jaw. "If you'll excuse me, I shall go and check on my companion." He said. 

"Shall I take the drink up to you, then? I have servan-" 

"No!" he ordered, startling them. "I will be back down shortly." 

It took all of his will power not to reach for his bolt pistol immediately. He did not turn back toward the couple as he turned the corner and stalked up the stairs, retrieving his weapon and unhooking his cloak. He did not know what to expect. He truly believed it was most likely he would walk in on Silvana at work, and she would ask why he disturbed her in her fashion. 

The halls were well embroidered upstairs as they were downstairs, though there was a distinct difference. There was the faint smell of sulphur in the air, and a presence he found unholy yet tantalizing, causing his facade as the amused adept to fall away, and the grim faced Inquisitor revealed himself. He readied his pistol, out in front and kept it steady. Two doors down, the door was ajar. He stepped in front of it to see Silvana splayed out on the floor, and an iridescent rift within reality upon the wall before her. 

"Emperor's mercy..." he breathed, as the leg of a daemon stepped out of the rift. A clawed hand reached outwards, and out stepped something he had only heard tell of in the darkest books of study. A Daemonette of Slaanesh, both hauntingly beautiful, yet with a hermaphroditic wrongness to its form, its
eyes firmly set on Silvana's still form. Heironymus knew it was by the grace of the Emperor that she had not been possessed outright. The young Baldemar had never seen a true Daemon. He only froze for half a moment as it stepped forward to grab her. 

He shot it in the side, the blessed bolt of his gun
piercing its skin and body, ripping its arm off. It moaned with what seemed a mix of pain and pleasure, its head whipping to regard Heironymus, a movement that was terrifyingly instant. It's tongue slithered out of the Daemonnettes full lips, and it called Heironymus' name. 

The Interrogator shot it in the head, and then into its chest once more. The warp rift suddenly began to lose clarity, but he wouldn't leave that to chance. On instinct, he reached for the holy emblem underneath his shirt and held it aloft, chanting a prayer to the divine emperor as the portal began to tear itself apart, and fade into nothingness as if it had never been. He breathed for a few moments, collecting his thoughts. "Goddammit," he breathed, sure that the commotion upstairs would surely have reached below, and he tried to wake Silvana up. "Silvana!" 
[@Penny]