CD-AWNO02 (Mar 7, 2020)
Puzzle
“A lecter of the evening star.”
No. 512 Trivia | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: This 'lecter' isn't the obvious connection to 512. Focus more on the Evening Star.
Clue 2: What is the true identity of the 'evening star' sighted by many ancient astronomers?
Clue 3: And the angel of that is? Is there any 'Lecter' named similarly?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Haniel
Explanation: Haniel is the angel of the Evening Star. The name is also equivalent to the name Hannibal, thus, a 'lecter'.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
EMPLOYEE NO. 512
DATE: 3-7-2020
FILE REFERENCE: CD-AWNO02
TOTAL: $0.9
Last night, a strange man appeared outside my window in Blackwood Manor. He was calling himself a "Mysterious Benefactor." I had a very strange feeling about him, and I wasn't able to get a very good look at him, but from what I could see, he had very long and wild hair, and I think he was wearing a mask of some sort. Luckily, I was able to hit the transcribe button on my CaDCom in time, so here's the transcript. I'm going to leave this as a "Managers Only" receipt in case it's something more serious.
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S.O.T.
512: Ah!! Who are you? …What are you? Are you [Mrs. Brown]?
Unknown: No, I don't think so. Quite a lovely manor, wouldn't you say? It's a shame it's caused such strife in this town.
512: Uh, I guess so… but who or what are you?
Unknown: Of course, you don't recognize me. We've hardly had a chance to meet. There's no point in more formal introductions now. How about you simply call me your "Mysterious Benefactor."
512: We've met before?
MB: Yes. And you're rather lucky [512]. I am in a more generous mood than I have been in for the last few centuries. That and I think it would be troublesome to kill you. Somehow, you've taken to the blood of Asmodeus, and it seems to have made you rather… unkillable.
512: Asmodeus? Who's that?
MB: Ah, I see you have much to learn about the coffee business. She is the Demon Prince of Lust. Ruler of the Necropolis. Patron saint of the dead. With her cruor coursing through your veins, you are, well, almost impossible to kill. Almost.
512: Wait, so I have demon blood in me?
MB: In a sense, yes. Quite the feat of the Zulu cult, is not? But you don't just have the blood of a Prince; the blood of a Prince has you. Not to mention your more… latent ambitions. It will start attacking your more human parts should you fail to meet its lust for blood and gore. I'm sure you've already experienced this. However, by feeding into its dark desires—which would seem to be brains in your case, is that right?
512: Um. Yes.
MB: By feeding those desires, you may just stay human yet. However, brains aren't the only way to feed this lust. Or, perhaps, I should say the most direct route. No, there are other ways to sate the Prince's blood. And I could illuminate them for you. For a price.
512: What price?
MB: For now, I would simply enjoy a tour of the Manor. Nothing more. Though, should our partnership prove fruitful, I have a more… intriguing offer. Should our desires align.
512: I— don't know. It's not my—
MB: Decision to make. Of course not. It's not your Manor, is it? And Old [No. 17] probably wouldn't enjoy my snooping about. Well, should you change your mind, I will always be here. Do not forget, we are bound, Dingane. Forever.
E.O.T.