The aged Inquisitor smiled at the Architect's comparison of his most holy postition to that of an ancient Paladin. It seemed somehow apt in this current situation that he should fulfill the role of one of those near-mythical men. This Jason Yakuvna made a great many assumptions, but they all seemed accurate to a degree. Further evidence, if any were needed, that this 'man' was much more than he portrayed himself to be. A Wolf in Sheeps clothing, or a mirage of power over some lesser Daemon? The time to decide was now, if it had not already passed.
"Again you make assumptions, Architect, but you fall close to the mark, and time is growing short. If this summoning can be stopped, then it must be. And if any of these beings of dark power can be brought low, then they will be." the name of Gargauth was one of a multitude Decais had encountered here on Ayenee, but he had little real knowledge of the beast. The Inquisitors mouth twisted, as if at a sour taste, and he continued in a grave tone "Summoning Daemons is not my purpose Architect. Doing so is anathema to my very existence. But the being which you surmise I can summon is still subject to my will. His power can be mine"
His tired eyes fix Jason with a hard, piercing stare, as if he were trying to read words carved on the man's soul. In the ether, Decais' thoughts and Will reach out, trying once more to gain some definite understanding of the beast behind the man before him. Again, little is gleaned. Power, definitely, but not from the Warp. Emperor forgive me, for what I do, I do in your glorious name...
"Very well, if we share a common goal, then we shall act as one, and Emperor willing, we will see this fiends torn from our universe" He extends and armoured hand towards the suited man.
All the while, though his physical body shows no signs, his mind is racing. Primarily at the arrival of this 'Lady of Light'. He could feel her now, out there in the city, the Warp coalescing about her, as a great shadow, darker even than the shadow blanketing the sky above, closes with her. She is undoubtedly a Psyker, or some... Daemon? But no, impossible! He felt her light upon him, upon his very soul. No evil could touch him so, even were it not for the myriad wards and blessing placed upon and even beneath his flesh. But he could feel her manipulation of the Warp, like a beacon, even besides the others here.
Whatever she is, he feels he has little to fear from her. And no an uneasy alliance against the greatest gathering of dark powers this world has ever seen.
"The emperor protects, Architect. The Emperor protects"