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nexus_crossings2017-06-04 11:20 pm
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"Do you believe in a higher being? And seeing this is a place of people from different places, I would like to know a little bit about your God." Castiel asks, as he sits in a chair outside of the cafe. His voice is as deadpan as ever, and he can't seem to recall if he ever asked a question for the population at large. But here he is. And the trenchcoat wearing angel reclines back in his seat and he clasps his hands together as he looks up to the clear sky to take in the stars above him.
"And if you don't, what is something that you believe strongly in?" He figures it is only fair to give others a chance at answer something with more meat on it. Castiel looks interested in getting to know people here more, and more so after he was there when Khan brought chaos and havoc to the people of the Nexus. And the best way to get to know people is of course to make himself open to others. Though perhaps he should have brought some coffee and cakes to share.
Whoops.
He just hopes a helping of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into dinosaur shapes is an allure to Nexus friendship. And don't forget the different flavors of milk to go with them.
"I just hope this works."
"And if you don't, what is something that you believe strongly in?" He figures it is only fair to give others a chance at answer something with more meat on it. Castiel looks interested in getting to know people here more, and more so after he was there when Khan brought chaos and havoc to the people of the Nexus. And the best way to get to know people is of course to make himself open to others. Though perhaps he should have brought some coffee and cakes to share.
Whoops.
He just hopes a helping of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into dinosaur shapes is an allure to Nexus friendship. And don't forget the different flavors of milk to go with them.
"I just hope this works."
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"Indeed, I am. Don't worry, I'm not looking to make enemies, and while I do need blood to survive, this should do until I find a willing donor."
Taking a sip, she leans back in her chair, noticing the clear concern on his face.
"As for demons, the whole reason I'm here is thanks to one. It's a bit of a long story, but she has a bit of a grudge against my bloodline. Since no one could surmise a way to kill her for good, my father sealed her away for about a millennium, after which in their infinite wisdom, humans unknowingly let the horrid bitch out to play. I was hoping maybe to find a way to deal with her for good. She's already taken much from me, and I'd rather not lose much more."
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Castiel offers as advice to her about her dietary needs. The idea of even willing donors who will offer their blood to a Vampire is unsettling to the seraph. He raises an eyebrow at the mention of a demon bringing her here to the Nexus, as it sounds all too familiar.
"Demons tend to hold grudges from my own experiences, but the demons of my world don't hold the level of power to send people to other dimensions. And both I and my friends were sent here by someone with greater powers." And Castiel knows exactly who and what, a spell from an extremely powerful witch.
"As for the story, feel free to share. I've got time to listen. And besides I'm curious."
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"Well, if you have the time, I don't mind sharing...
Leaning back in her chair, her head lilted to the side, she placed a hand to her head as she pondered where best to begin. She wasn't sure why, be it something about the man before her which put her at ease, or just having been through too much to even care anymore, but she was feeling more chatty than usual, holding no qualms about laying the sordid details of her past to bare.
"I suppose I should start at the beginning then. Many centuries ago, there was a great war that broke out. An army... well, maybe army might not be the best term for it. It was more a ragtag band of miscreants, rejects, and rabble-rousers at best, or at least it started that way. Anyway, they seemed to spring up from nowhere, led by a half demon with a wit as sharp as the sword at her hip, and a fiery temper to match. No one knew where they came from, what their motives were, and quite honestly no one really took them seriously... that is until the first kingdom fell. From that day on, people would only grow to fear the name Lillianus more and more as she and her armies swept across the land. I was still fairly young at the time, naive, and still human I might add. My parents and I were visiting Merith, a small trade city on business at the time. Lillianus somehow managed to raise an army and incite a revolt within the city gates, before her forces even made it to the town borders. That was the day I lost my birth parents."
She paused for a moment, taking another sip of her flask before leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table.
"Truth be told, the only reason I survived was because I hid beneath their bodies... but that is only the beginning. While I lost my birth parents that day, it is also the day I met my adoptive parents, who happened to also be vampires. They found me amidst the wreckage, searching for supplies and rounding up the bodies to drain for their coffers. They raised me as their own, along side my sister, who they had adopted a few years prior. Quite a bit happened from there, none of it really relevant to the point at hand, but in the end I ended up as heir to their throne, and chose to be turned as well.
Using his vast political connections, my father heard of a way to deal with Lillianus, hopefully for good. She was immortal, so killing her wasn't an option, but we could seal her away. So, my father laid a trap for her, and sealed her in a mausoleum. Sadly, he died in the process. The only key to the seal was broken into three shards, my mother, sister, and I each taking one under our protection."
Shaking her head, she took another rather large sip from her flask.
"Now, as you probably know, humans are prideful beings. Not content with having a vampire as the savior of their kind, they began to twist history to their whims, starting a legend of a hero who killed the demon. In an ac of what can only be interpreted as lunacy, over time they came to believe that hero was sealed away... in a mausoleum... and I think you can already see where this is going.
Centuries later, when my father had been all but forgotten by all except my own blood, and rumors of this hero ran rampant, a pair of swords for hire appeared at my gates one evening, sent by an old acquaintance who had been after part of the key to the seal for years now. Needless to say, I didn't hand it over. I instead offered to let them live, should they serve me instead. Actually, I offered to let one of them serve me. His name was Cyrus."
Her eyes lit up a bit at the mere mention of his name, her heart filling with nostalgic glee, before her mood quickly soured as she continued.
"The other was an insatiable womanizer who I only let stay because Cyrus begged me not to leave him to die in the woods alone, and even then I only barely tolerated his presence. I should have left him to rot actually, I may not even be here if I had. The little rat ended up stealing the other piece of the key right out from under me, only for me to arrive just in time to watch the seal be broken.
Now, after being alone for thousands of years with no one to listen to but your own voice, one does tend to go a bit mad, and considering the grudge she held against my father for sealing her away in the first place... not the best of combinations. She slit Cyrus' throat before my eyes, and essentially gave me one of two choices. Either I give chase and exact my vengeance, or stay and turn Cyrus, saving the love of my life."
Letting out a heavy sigh, she pulled out a second flask, this one clearly smelling of alcohol, and took a rather large swig before closing it up and placing it back at her hip.
"The turning process isn't instantaneous, its not 'poof you're a vampire now!' like everyone makes it out to be. It's long, painful, and if you're will isn't strong enough, can leave you a hollow shell of a man, a beast simply hunting for blood.
Somewhere amidst the transition process, I found myself with child. I wish I could explain how death could bring about life, but honestly I don't have the answers. I'm still astounded such a thing happened. Perhaps it was something about Cyrus still retaining some humanity, not being fully vampire, or perhaps fate just enjoys toying with my pitiful existence. You see, my daughter was still part human, a part of her which, had it not been present, allowed Cyrus to cling to his humanity just a little bit tighter. His lust for human blood ended up overwhelming him, and over time he became nothing more than a common beast at heart. I eventually had to physically chain him down in the dungeon to prevent him from causing problems in the neighboring towns. One night... he..."
She paused for a moment, composing herself, though found it increasingly difficult. Of course, the straight whiskey she just downed wasn't helping any, but at this point she had might as well finish her story.
"He broke loose. Luckily, he wasn't exactly subtle. I heard the commotion all through the halls. Being drawn to the human blood in my daughter's veins, I knew exactly where he would be headed. By the time I made it to the nursery though, I was nearly too late. It was either lose him, or lose my daughter. Honestly, the man I loved was already dead, so I tore out his heart and watched as he burned to ash."
She gazed at Castiel, her eyes not necessarily connecting with his, but more lost and clouded in her own thoughts and emotion.
"So, in a way... she took everything from me... I devoted my life to finding a way to kill her, though I settled with sealing her away again for now. I couldn't very well leave her on the loose. When I did finally manage to track her down, she used some sort of dark magic to send me here. By the sound of it, she may not have even meant to. She could very well think I'm dead... well, figuratively speaking..."
She absentmindedly grabs a sandwich and starts nibbling on it
"And there you have it, my tragic past, or at least the abridged version."
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"Well, if you have the time, I don't mind sharing...
Leaning back in her chair, her head lilted to the side, she placed a hand to her head as she pondered where best to begin. She wasn't sure why, be it something about the man before her which put her at ease, or just having been through too much to even care anymore, but she was feeling more chatty than usual, holding no qualms about laying the sordid details of her past to bare.
"I suppose I should start at the beginning then. Many centuries ago, there was a great war that broke out. An army... well, maybe army might not be the best term for it. It was more a ragtag band of miscreants, rejects, and rabble-rousers at best, or at least it started that way. Anyway, they seemed to spring up from nowhere, led by a half demon with a wit as sharp as the sword at her hip, and a fiery temper to match. No one knew where they came from, what their motives were, and quite honestly no one really took them seriously... that is until the first kingdom fell. From that day on, people would only grow to fear the name Lillianus more and more as she and her armies swept across the land. I was still fairly young at the time, naive, and still human I might add. My parents and I were visiting Merith, a small trade city on business at the time. Lillianus somehow managed to raise an army and incite a revolt within the city gates, before her forces even made it to the town borders. That was the day I lost my birth parents."
She paused for a moment, taking another sip of her flask before leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table.
"Truth be told, the only reason I survived was because I hid beneath their bodies... but that is only the beginning. While I lost my birth parents that day, it is also the day I met my adoptive parents, who happened to also be vampires. They found me amidst the wreckage, searching for supplies and rounding up the bodies to drain for their coffers. They raised me as their own, along side my sister, who they had adopted a few years prior. Quite a bit happened from there, none of it really relevant to the point at hand, but in the end I ended up as heir to their throne, and chose to be turned as well.
Using his vast political connections, my father heard of a way to deal with Lillianus, hopefully for good. She was immortal, so killing her wasn't an option, but we could seal her away. So, my father laid a trap for her, and sealed her in a mausoleum. Sadly, he died in the process. The only key to the seal was broken into three shards, my mother, sister, and I each taking one under our protection."
Shaking her head, she took another rather large sip from her flask.
"Now, as you probably know, humans are prideful beings. Not content with having a vampire as the savior of their kind, they began to twist history to their whims, starting a legend of a hero who killed the demon. In an ac of what can only be interpreted as lunacy, over time they came to believe that hero was sealed away... in a mausoleum... and I think you can already see where this is going.
Centuries later, when my father had been all but forgotten by all except my own blood, and rumors of this hero ran rampant, a pair of swords for hire appeared at my gates one evening, sent by an old acquaintance who had been after part of the key to the seal for years now. Needless to say, I didn't hand it over. I instead offered to let them live, should they serve me instead. Actually, I offered to let one of them serve me. His name was Cyrus."
Her eyes lit up a bit at the mere mention of his name, her heart filling with nostalgic glee, before her mood quickly soured as she continued.
"The other was an insatiable womanizer who I only let stay because Cyrus begged me not to leave him to die in the woods alone, and even then I only barely tolerated his presence. I should have left him to rot actually, I may not even be here if I had. The little rat ended up stealing the other piece of the key right out from under me, only for me to arrive just in time to watch the seal be broken.
Now, after being alone for thousands of years with no one to listen to but your own voice, one does tend to go a bit mad, and considering the grudge she held against my father for sealing her away in the first place... not the best of combinations. She slit Cyrus' throat before my eyes, and essentially gave me one of two choices. Either I give chase and exact my vengeance, or stay and turn Cyrus, saving the love of my life."
Letting out a heavy sigh, she pulled out a second flask, this one clearly smelling of alcohol, and took a rather large swig before closing it up and placing it back at her hip.
"The turning process isn't instantaneous, its not 'poof you're a vampire now!' like everyone makes it out to be. It's long, painful, and if you're will isn't strong enough, can leave you a hollow shell of a man, a beast simply hunting for blood.
Somewhere amidst the transition process, I found myself with child. I wish I could explain how death could bring about life, but honestly I don't have the answers. I'm still astounded such a thing happened. Perhaps it was something about Cyrus still retaining some humanity, not being fully vampire, or perhaps fate just enjoys toying with my pitiful existence. You see, my daughter was still part human, a part of her which, had it not been present, allowed Cyrus to cling to his humanity just a little bit tighter. His lust for human blood ended up overwhelming him, and over time he became nothing more than a common beast at heart. I eventually had to physically chain him down in the dungeon to prevent him from causing problems in the neighboring towns. One night... he..."
She paused for a moment, composing herself, though found it increasingly difficult. Of course, the straight whiskey she just downed wasn't helping any, but at this point she had might as well finish her story.
"He broke loose. Luckily, he wasn't exactly subtle. I heard the commotion all through the halls. Being drawn to the human blood in my daughter's veins, I knew exactly where he would be headed. By the time I made it to the nursery though, I was nearly too late. It was either lose him, or lose my daughter. Honestly, the man I loved was already dead, so I tore out his heart and watched as he burned to ash."
She gazed at Castiel, her eyes not necessarily connecting with his, but more lost and clouded in her own thoughts and emotion.
"So, in a way... she took everything from me... I devoted my life to finding a way to kill her, though I settled with sealing her away again for now. I couldn't very well leave her on the loose. When I did finally manage to track her down, she used some sort of dark magic to send me here. By the sound of it, she may not have even meant to. She could very well think I'm dead... well, figuratively speaking..."
She absentmindedly grabs a sandwich and starts nibbling on it
"And there you have it, my tragic past, or at least the abridged version."