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Terebinth x ReaperNovember 30, 2024 08:22 PM


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Terebinth x ReaperNovember 30, 2024 08:45 PM


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Name
Grace Isabella Donovan
Age
23
Gender
Female
Pronouns
She/Her
Sexuality
Straight
Moral Alignment
Neutral good
Personality
| People pleaser deep down | Independent | Observant | Diligent | Resourceful | Blunt | Grounded | Unapologetic | Private | Reserved | Skeptical | Tomboy with her friends but Sweet with her parents | Adventurous | Unflinching | secretly Kind | Protective | Loyal | Curious | Straightforward | Intuitive | Slightly lazy | Strategic when she trys | Cat vibes |
Appearance
Grace is basically a cat in human form. Her body is lithe and sleek, practically made for grace and agility. She's more on the skinny side, but it's not like she lets anyone get close enough to really tell. Her sharp eyes are a slightly pale blue color with a beautiful green lining her pupil. Have you ever seen a kitten's eyes when it's in process of changing from blue to it's adult eye color(in this case green)? Grace's eyes are exactly like that, just permanently. As for her hair, it's sleek black and pin-straight. When she was a kid, she would always keep it long and wear it in a high ponytail. Now that's she older and past her "perfect" phase though, she's cut it short, about around her jawline. When it comes to height, Grace stands taller than alot of women at 5'8.
Strengths
- Agility
- Independent
- Resourceful
- Stealthy
Weaknesses
- People pleaser
- Unsure(she doesn't know who is she yet)
- Unapologetic attitude
- Prone to restlessness
Other
Ignore this monstrosity - I promise my actual writing is better. Just go ahead and admire Reaper's character sheet.

Edited at November 30, 2024 09:01 PM by Terebinth Wolves
Terebinth x ReaperNovember 30, 2024 08:52 PM


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Full Name

Cassius Morningstar

Angelic Name

Seraphael

Nicknames

Cass - Lucifer

Name Pronunciation

KAS-ee-us MOR-ning-star

Name Meaning

Cassius: Is of Latin origin and it means "hollow" or "vain."

Morningstar: It symbolic and evocative connotation, evoking imagery of the morning star, which is typically associated with the planet Venus. The morning star appears as the brightest star in the sky just before dawn, symbolizing hope, guidance, and a new beginning. It can also represent enlightenment and knowledge. It is also commonly associated with Lucifer or the devil.

Seraphael: "The Burning One of God"

Gender

Cis-male

Pronouns

He/Him

Sexuality

Pansexual & Closeted Aromantic

Moral Alignment

Chaotic Evil

Personality

Cassius Morningstar possesses a personality that is as multifaceted and enigmatic as his appearance. He exudes a natural charisma that draws people in, like a moth to a flame, but lurking beneath that charming exterior is a mind as calculating as it is brilliant.
Cassius’s charm is effortless. He has a way with words, able to engage and enchant anyone he meets. His eloquence and smooth, melodic voice make him a masterful manipulator, capable of bending others to his will with ease. He can be the life of the party, making everyone feel special and heard, while secretly steering the conversation to serve his own purposes.
Beneath his angelic facade lies a mind that is always analyzing, always strategizing. Cassius approaches every interaction with a goal in mind, often playing the long game to achieve his ends. His intelligence is razor-sharp, and he delights in outwitting those around him. He’s a master at reading people and situations, always staying several steps ahead.
Cassius’s capacity for empathy is practically non-existent. While he can feign compassion and understanding, these are merely tools he uses to manipulate others. When his true nature surfaces, it is chilling. He is capable of extreme ruthlessness, eliminating obstacles without a second thought. His lack of genuine emotional connections allows him to act with a detached cruelty that can be truly terrifying.
Cassius exudes an aura of confidence and authority that is hard to ignore. He carries himself with the regal bearing of someone who knows their worth and power. His presence commands respect, and he has a natural ability to lead and inspire those around him, even if they don’t realize they’re being led astray.
One of Cassius’s most disarming traits is his ability to remain calm and collected, even in the most chaotic situations. This serenity is both a strength and a weapon, as it allows him to think clearly and act decisively while unsettling those who expect a more emotional reaction. His composed demeanor makes him appear almost trustworthy, further enabling his manipulative schemes.
While Cassius’s charm is undeniable, there is a dark edge to it that can be both alluring and intimidating. His wit is sharp, often laced with a subtle menace that keeps people on their toes. This combination of charm and danger creates an irresistible magnetism, making Cassius a figure of both fascination and fear.
Type of Neurodiversity(ex. Autism, ADHD, etc.)

High Functioning ASPD (More commonly known as Psychopathy or DSM-5)

Appearance

Cassius Morningstar strikes an almost surreal figure, an ethereal presence that commands both awe and unease. His hair is a mesmerizing cascade of golden locks, falling in soft, radiant waves that catch the light in a way that seems almost supernatural. His eyes, a light and crystal blue, are reminiscent of the clearest ice, reflecting a deceptive tranquility that masks the darkness within. They hold an unsettling intensity, a sharpness that can cut through any facade, betraying his true nature to those who dare look closely. His facial features are flawlessly chiseled, with high, aristocratic cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a slightly upturned nose that adds a touch of regal arrogance. His lips, perfectly shaped and often curled into a disarming smile, conceal the malice and cunning that lurk beneath his serene exterior. Cassius's skin is like polished marble, smooth and immaculate, with a faint, almost imperceptible luminescence that gives him an otherworldly, angelic glow.Despite his angelic visage, there is an eerie perfection to Cassius’s appearance that makes him seem too good to be true, almost like a finely crafted statue come to life. His physique is lean and muscular, with every movement executed with predatory grace and precision. His broad shoulders and powerful arms hint at the formidable strength he possesses, while his lithe frame moves with the fluidity of a dancer, every step deliberate and calculated. His presence is commanding, exuding an aura of authority and confidence that can be both captivating and terrifying. There is a cold, calculating edge to his charm, a subtle menace that lingers just beneath the surface. His angelic features serve as the perfect mask for his psychopathic tendencies, allowing him to manipulate and deceive with ease. In moments of heightened emotion or intense focus, his eyes seem to glow with an unnatural light, revealing the true depths of his twisted psyche. His angelic appearance is a stark contrast to the darkness that resides within, making him all the more dangerous and enigmatic.Cassius’s attire marries practicality with high fashion, maintaining his celestial elegance while ensuring functionality. He often wears impeccably tailored dark trousers paired with crisp, white shirts that highlight his flawless physique. Over his shirt, he dons a tailored jacket made from a luxurious yet durable fabric that glimmers subtly under the light, adding a touch of ethereal elegance to his look. The jacket's design allows for ease of movement, ensuring that Cassius remains both stylish and ready for action at a moment’s notice. He completes his ensemble with sleek, polished boots that are as functional as they are fashionable, offering both comfort and agility. Accessories are kept minimal but purposeful—a finely crafted leather belt and a discreet watch that blend seamlessly with his outfit, adding to the overall aura of sophistication and readiness.

Voice & Accent

Cassius’s voice is a symphony of rich, velvety tones that can both soothe and unsettle. It's a voice that draws you in, like a siren's call, commanding attention with its effortlessly smooth timbre. His voice has the same resonant quality as Luke Eisner's, the lead singer of Voilá—each word rolling off his tongue with a mesmerizing blend of warmth and authority.When Cassius speaks, there's a certain melodic cadence to his words, a rhythm that makes even the most mundane sentences feel like poetry. His tone is naturally calming, with an underlying current of confidence that exudes charm and persuasion. This captivating quality allows him to easily manipulate and control those around him, as his listeners find themselves ensnared by the sheer magnetism of his voice.Yet, there is an edge to Cassius's voice, a subtle menace that lurks beneath the surface. This chilling undertone becomes more pronounced in moments of intense emotion or when he desires to exert his dominance. It's a voice that can shift seamlessly from gentle persuasion to cold command, leaving his audience captivated and wary in equal measure.His laughter, though rare, is a low, throaty sound that resonates with a sinister elegance. It is both enchanting and unnerving, a reminder of the darkness that lies beneath his angelic facade. Whether he's delivering a calculated threat or a seemingly casual remark, Cassius's voice maintains its hypnotic allure, making it a powerful tool in his arsenal of deception and control.

Type of Supernatural

Fallen Archangel

Cassius's angelic features are a striking contradiction, blending celestial beauty with hints of a dark past. One of the most distinctive aspects of Cassius’s appearance is his wings, reminiscent of a fallen angel. These wings, once grand and majestic, now tell a story of battles fought and a fall from grace. They are large and imposing, yet marred by clumps of missing feathers and singed tips, giving them a tattered, almost haunting appearance. The feathers that remain are pristine and shimmering, a stark contrast to the damaged areas, highlighting the dichotomy of his existence. The wings appear to have been broken in the past, slightly crooked and no longer capable of the pure, soaring flight they once had. This imperfection adds to his enigmatic allure, making him seem both vulnerable and formidable.

Strengths

  • Charismatic Presence: Cassius can effortlessly draw people in with his charm and engaging personality.
  • Master Manipulator: Skilled at reading people and situations, he can easily manipulate others to achieve his goals.
  • Intelligent and Strategic: His razor-sharp intellect allows him to stay several steps ahead of his adversaries.
  • Unwavering Confidence: Exudes a natural authority and confidence that commands respect and inspires others.
  • Composed Under Pressure: Maintains a calm and collected demeanor even in chaotic situations, allowing for clear and decisive action.
  • Eloquent and Persuasive: His smooth, melodic voice makes him a masterful orator, capable of convincing and controlling those around him.
  • Physically Imposing: His lean, muscular build gives him strength and agility, making him formidable in physical confrontations.
  • Enigmatic Allure: His mysterious nature keeps others intrigued and captivated, adding to his powerful presence.
  • Adaptive and Resilient: Able to adjust his strategies and behavior to overcome obstacles and setbacks.
  • Ruthless Efficiency: Willing to take whatever measures necessary to achieve his objectives, showing no hesitation or remorse.
Weaknesses
  • Lack of Empathy: His inability to genuinely connect with others emotionally can isolate him and make it difficult to form lasting alliances.
  • Overconfidence: His strong sense of superiority and confidence can lead to underestimating his opponents and making risky decisions.
  • Manipulative Nature: While effective in the short term, his constant manipulation of others can breed distrust and eventual rebellion among those he controls.
  • Narcissism: His self-absorption can blind him to the needs and perspectives of others, creating potential blind spots in his plans.
  • Emotional Detachment: His cold, calculating demeanor can alienate potential allies and make it difficult for others to genuinely support him.
  • Hidden Vulnerability: The damaged and tattered state of his wings symbolizes a deeper vulnerability that, if exposed, could be exploited by his enemies.
  • Fixation on Control: His need to control and dominate every situation can lead to micromanagement and a lack of delegation, ultimately slowing down progress.
  • Obsessive Nature: His tendency to fixate on certain goals or people can lead to tunnel vision, causing him to overlook other important aspects or threats.
  • Fear of Exposure: The constant need to maintain his facade can be exhausting and stressful, and the fear of his true nature being revealed can be a significant source of anxiety.
  • Compulsion for Perfection: His desire for flawless execution can lead to frustration and paralysis by analysis, delaying necessary actions.

Fears/Phobias*

N/A

Backstory

Cassius can still remember how the halls of Heaven shimmered with eternal light, each corner resounding with the symphony of angelic voices. Countless beings of grace and purity, and within them, he had always stood tall, his golden wings spread wide, their span unmatched in majesty. His name was revered, his presence a beacon of divine justice and eloquence. Every now and then a murmer would go through the congregation about his vanity or how although he fulfilled his duties flawlessly, Cassius often cast his gaze downward, toward the mortal realm. How he saw humanity—fragile, imperfect, and vulnerable—and a flicker of disdain began to take root in his soul.

He can recall the day he made his first remark, back in the time when romans ruled the world. “They are crude,” he had once murmered to a fellow angel, his crystal-blue eyes narrowing. “We, the perfect creations, bend so low for their sake. Why?” That was his first mistake. If he had wanted to stay in heaven, then keeping his mouth shut would have been the best decision. For the other angel hesitated but offered a gentle smile. “Because it is not for us to question. Their imperfection is a mirror of the Creator’s mercy.”

An excuse for an idiot in Cassius's mind, but back then he wasn't called Cassius. Seraphael had been his name, "The burning one of God", it was glorious. But many things would be soon stripped away. If only he had known, if he had stayed quiet and worked in secret.

Cassius had turned away that day, his jaw tightening with frustration and rage. That answer, that excuse, gnawed at him. Why should Heaven debase itself for the undeserving? Why should he, a being forged of light and power, lower himself for creatures so easily swayed by sin? He would never understand it, the stupidity of it all, how utterly humiliating it was to serve these parasites they called humans. But as time passed, Cassius’s questions festered, turning from curiosity into quiet defiance. He performed his tasks with precision but without the humility expected of an angel. Pride, that subtle poison, seeped into his every word and action.

And then, the moment of rebellion came.

Cassius’s resentment collided with an unshakable truth: he could no longer stand to sing the praises of beings he deemed beneath him. He couldn't stand the rediculousness of the situation. Being lesser than anyone besides his father, God, was just this side of treacherous.

The confrontation was inevitable. Before the Divine Presence, Cassius spoke not with repentance but with venomous conviction.

“We were made to stand as symbols of perfection,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute. “Yet we are chained to these flawed creatures as if their weakness could elevate us. I will not be bound by their wretchedness any longer. Father, humiliate us no longer.”

Cass can still remember the cold heat of his father's anger, how it was quiet but seething. How dare he, a servent of the lord, speak out against the so called "Greatest Creation"? He can still hear when a mournful silence filled Heaven. The other angels watching with a mixture of sorrow and dread as the Creator’s judgment fell upon him. How without a word, the light around Cassius dimmed, and the ground beneath him gave way.

The overwhelming dispair and betrayel he felt and fall, it was eternal, or so it seemed. His body was a blur of golden light streaking through a blackened void, but the fire of his rebellion burned brighter still. The humans called him a comet as he streaked across the night sky, beautiful to those on earth. But what is beauty if not pain? As he neared the earth, the searing heat consumed him, singeing his once-pristine feathers and leaving trails of ash in his wake. When he finally struck the earth, the impact was thunderous. His wings crumpled beneath him, their elegant frames snapping like brittle branches. Pain, foreign and overwhelming, coursed through his body. It felt redhot, his skin bubbled with blisters he had never experienced before. It felt hard to sit up for the pain was so intense. Cracked ribs, shredded and mutilated wings, feathers strewn about the crashsite. The hole he lay in was a crater, although what can you expect when something crashes onto earth from universes away.

Cassius eventually clawed at the scorched earth, dragging himself upright. His broken wings hung limply, the once-dazzling gold now marred with blackened tips and jagged gaps. A faint, acrid scent of burnt feathers clung to him. For the first time, Cassius felt what it was to be vulnerable. But vulnerability was a sensation he could not bear.

In the shadows of the mortal world, Cassius noticed a figure awaited him—Lucifer Morningstar himself. His presence was magnetic, his fallen beauty a cruel reflection of the Heaven they once shared. His idol, the angel he had walked along side before he fell with Cassius falling centuries later.

Lucifer’s voice was smooth as silk when he addressed Cassius.“Ah, another one who has seen the truth. Tell me, Cassius, what do you seek now?”

Cassius’s voice, though trembling, was resolute. “I seek perfection, brother. I want to be free from the weakness of emotion, from the chaos of doubt. Make me whole, as I was meant to be.”

Lucifer regarded him with a smile that was both pitying and approving. “Perfection, you say? Very well. But remember, Cassius, perfection comes at a price.”And so, it was done. The warmth of emotion drained from Cassius, leaving a hollow, icy clarity. Love, fear, joy—these were discarded as one sheds unnecessary weight. He rose from his knees, no longer burdened by the fragility of feeling. Yet, in his pursuit of perfection, he had traded something profound. His humanity was gone, a divine entity that was nothing more than a husk of his former self.

Favourite Quote

"You feel that last bit of breath leaving the body. You’re looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!"

- Ted Bundy

Theme Song(s)*

Zydrate Anatomy - Terrance Zdunich (From Repo the genetic opera)

Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters

Happy Face & Bad Feeling - Jagwar Twin

Affiliations

Major Blackwood - Enemy

Other

"Your identity is nothing more than a fragile illusion, and I delight in watching it shatter piece by piece." - Cassius

Terebinth x ReaperNovember 30, 2024 10:19 PM


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Cassius hated having to hide his wings from these mortals, it always seemed to make them itchy, like there was something beneath the marred skin and no matter how much he clawed at them, he'd never be able to scratch it. Having said that, his pride wouldn't be able to allow them to show anyways. Once upon a time, his wings had been his pride and joy, three pairs of beautiful snow white wings. Each had been perfectly groomed, never a feather out of place or a pin feather left sheathed. Maybe he was vain, the other angels always had seemed to think so but that never stopped him. Him and his brothers had been at the top of the pecking order in the angellic world and he wasn't about to seem unworthy of it. So yes, his wings were now a sore spot for him, they new marred his beautiful image, broken, singed, scarred, disgusting. Part of him wished he could tear the dreaded things off of his body, they caused pain in more ways than one and it was one of the few emotions he managed to hold onto, anger. He despised the wretched things, no longer able to even carry him, what use were wings if he couldn't even use them?! Cass wouldn't be able to tell you. So he kept them hidden, tucked in the vale where only the supernatural could see them.

Cassius's feet dragged across the pavement as he neared his favorite coffee shop. It hadn't been long after he fell from grace that he realized how much mornings were the worst things to have ever been created, right behind humans. It had taken a few more centuries before they found coffee and then a handful of millenia before they made coffee shops that were accessible to the public. He supposed that in the grand scheme of things this was a better time than any to be on earth. Coffee made life tolerable. So he pushed open the door to the coffee shop with as much enthusiasm as a dead mocking bird could have, the only difference having been the fact that he had a heart that was, regretfully, still beating. He stood in the line and rifled through his pocket, finding the wallet he had taken off his last victim and clutching it in his hands. His ice blue eyes almost robotically scanned the room, a preditory glint to them that went unnoticed by most, and written off as the need for caffine by others. Their mistake.

As the line moved, Cass followed, eventually reaching the front and sticking the barista with a bright, charismatic grin that was sure to make most women faint. That was certainly one aspect he still praised his father for creating, broken wings or not, Cassius knew he was still dropdead gorgeous. After some flirting and small talk, he ordered a cappuccino with two pumps of vanilla and caramel drizzle before paying and walking over to the other end of the counter to wait for his drink.

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The metallic scent of blood filled Grace's nostrils as she crouched behind a cluster of trees. The sight before her was horrendous and terrifying. She wanted to scream and cry and pass out and throw up all at the same time. But she knew if she got caught she would probably die, so she forced herself to keep quiet. Right as she was turning to run, she stepped on a branch, causing it to break in half and make a loud cracking sound. Without a second thought, Grace took off running, terrified of the being behind her. Glancing back to see if the thing was following her, all she saw was-
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
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Grace jolted awake, sweat dripping down her face as she took gasping breaths of air. Clenching the clothing that covered her heart, tears started to fall down her cheeks. She didn't mean to see it. She didn't mean to be the only witness for a horrifying crime of a winged beast. She never asked for this. She was barely scraping by as it was - why she did she have to see it? Why couldn't she have gone a different way home instead of that specific trail? Or why did that... thing have to commit the crime right there and then?
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Grace shrugged on a jacket and started the journey to her favorite coffee shop. She figured after the rough morning she had the least she could do was treat herself to something nice. She rarely treated herself since she barely had enough money to pay the bills, so whenever she did it always put her in a good mood. As soon as the coffee shop was in sight, all thoughts of her nightmare and misfortune vanished. Instead, her heart was light, as if all was well with the world.
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Although Grace wasn't the type to show strangers her emotions, a small smile softened her features as she pushed the door to the shop open. The sweet little jingle of the bell made her heart flutter, anticipation of the delight to come making her heart race. The young woman stepped into line, temporarily taking out her phone to wait. She scrolled through all the comments her new comic had gotten, pleased with the positive reaction.
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Although Grace was utterly traumatized by the events that took place a few months ago, she eventually decided to turn the drama into a series for her loyal fans to enjoy. While she wasn't quite sure what the creature she saw that day was, for the purposes of her story, she presumed it was a fallen angel. Based off of that and what she had seen that day, Grace came up with a plot she was sure people would enjoy. And sure enough, considering all the comments she was getting, she had been right.
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When it was her turn to order, Grace murmured her go-to drink, an iced mocha. Turning to go sit down and wait, Grace happened to glance up, only to be face to face with the person of her nightmares. Before her brain could really catch up, her body acted instinctively. She dropped her phone and jumped back a few steps, nearly running into a person behind her. Her eyes were wide with horror and she feared her heart would burst out of her chest. This was it. She was going to die tonight, wasn't she?
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"I- I'm sorry." She muttered to the annoyed woman behind her before snatching her phone of the ground before the... thing could even think about touching it. While the person infront of her obviously didn't have wings at the moment, she would recognize that psychopathic face anywhere. He was definitely the creature who had killed that person. That image was burned into her mind, there was no way she could be wrong. But that begged the question; what now? She had acted before she thought things through so the murderer obviously knows something's up.
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Luckily Grace didn't have to do anything. The barista called out an order for "Cassius" which made the murderer's head turn. So, his name was Cassius, huh? Whatever the case, without a word, Grace quickly slipped away to a table not easily seen from the counter. Although, if Cassius truly tried to look for her, a quick scan of the cafe would do the trick. But that was the least of Grace's problems. At the moment, she felt like she was going to have a panic attack and possibly hyperventilate. So all that was on her brain at the time was sitting down and calming down
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(The ending was kinda rushed. Sorry ><)

Edited at December 1, 2024 12:42 AM by Terebinth Wolves
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The fallen angel blinked as he noticed her reaction, most people didn't react with such terror at the sight of him, or at least they didn't until his wings unfurled and he brandished his angelic sword. His normal facade faultered as his face drew blank and his head tilted with genuine curiousity. It was certainly odd, how she had dropped her phone and jumped back, nearly colliding with the person behind her? The way her eyes had widened with fear as she seemed to recognize him, she almost looked about ready to have a panic attack and Cassius couldn't deny the fact it put him in the mood for a hunt. Predator and prey, some of the oldest relationships on the planet and even Cassius enjoyed indulging himself in that mortal affair.

When the barista called his name, he finally broke eye contact and flashed the lady at the counter an award winning grin before grabbing his cappuccino. His fingers tingled as he felt the warmth of the cup his his hand, a stark contrast to the cold wasteland within him. Before he turned away, he noticed her slip off to a desolate table out of the corner of his eye. Cass would be lying if he said the move didn't disappoint him a little bit, this woman was acting like typical prey, trying to hide from the apex predator, if he was honest he'd say it was a little insulting even. But none the less, the ever present itch to exterminate another pesky human began to grow and Cassius knew he had found just the mouse to toy with.

After thanking the barista, Cass approached her table with a charming grin and bright eyes. "Excuse me," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a disarming tone to it that he always seemed to use, "I couldn't help but notice you seem a bit...unnerved. Is everything alright?" Cassius watched her closely, eyes scanning her form for any signs of recognition or further fear before he took a seat across from her. There was something about her reaction earlier that set off warning bells in his brain, she knew something and he wasn't exactly fond of that fact but Cass decided to play along. After a brief pause, he spoke again, "You know, it's kind of funny." his voice lowered ever so slightly, subtle undertones and pieces of his demenor shifted to try and get some type of reaction without immediately alerting her, "I could have sworn I've seen you somewhere previously." His dialog was odd, not quite broken english but also not exactly modern or normal, "I'm afraid I can't quite place you though. Have we met before?"

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Grace

Grace realized Cassius was approaching almost instantly. All her senses were trained on him since she was very much in survival mode despite all the other people around her. Because if he really wanted to, if he really was a fallen angel, he could easily kill everyone here, right? Isn't any type of angel supposed to be really powerful? It's not like Grace really ever believed in all that religious stuff but she knew bits and pieces of what people had told her and what she had heard around. Gosh dang it, if only he could've been a normal angel like his looks suggested instead of a murderous one. As Cassius came into her sight, Grace forced a polite smile onto her lips. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. You just look like someone I used to know. It freaked me out." It was a lie, of course, but a necessary one to hopefully stay alive.
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By the time he was seated across from her, she had managed to mask almost all the effects of her fear. She was still very much tense, her right eyebrow twitched every so often and her heart still pounded in her chest, but overall, a stranger like Cass wouldn't be able to immediately tell anything was wrong. Well, besides the fact that she had completely freaked out earlier. But luckily Grace was the master at pretending she was perfect, so all she had to do now was the thing she had been doing for years - play the part of the perfect little girl. The thing was, Grace wasn't totally sure how to go about this. What would get that monster off of her tail the quickest? Or should she just presume he already had things figured out? And if that was the case, what would she do then? Call the police? Warn all the people to run? No... she couldn't afford to act irrationally. She would just have to play this by ear.
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Grace paled as Cass spoke again, his words not quite fully modern. She knew there was a possibility he had seen her that night, but hearing it suggested aloud was terrifying to say the least. Still, she knew he could be trying to discreetly figure out why she had reacted so strongly, so she couldn't freak out just yet. "No, I don't believe we have." Grace answered, her voice cracking on the word 'no' before it evened out to a more normal version of her voice. "You may have seen me online though. I'm a fairly popular content creator. In fact, I'm currently making a story about a fallen angel. My readers have been pressuring me to try out the trope for a while so I decided I would finally give them what they wanted. Why they wanted it is beyond me, but it doesn't matter. I'm just here to make people happy."
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Again, it was a lie. Her readers hadn't been pressuring her. They're usually pretty chill most of the time at that. But while Cassius was collecting his own information, Grace was doing the same. She purposely brought up fallen angels, wanting to test if Cassius really was one. Plus, she was hoping she may be able to discern just how much Cassius really knew. So she carefully observed him as she spoke, looking for any signs of... well... anything. She was looking for anything that could help her get out alive. She only hoped she had been casual enough to not give away the fact that she knew anything. I mean, the lie and delivery was perfect, right? There was no way he could connect the dots. Then again, Grace was dealing with the supernatural. That's what scared her the most, honestly. Not knowing what the man infront of her is capable of terrified her more than anything eles.
Terebinth x ReaperDecember 5, 2024 09:55 PM


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Cassius watched the girl closely, he could hear her heart pounding in her chest like thundering hooves, the rythmic sound causing the ever so slight twitch of his grin, a sinister act that few would notice. He could tell there was something there, that flicker of recognition she couldn't quite hide, but he had to give her props for trying, to any normal person, he was sure she'd of had them fooled. That polite smile and lie that followed were transparent in his eyes, but he played along, hoping to sow that seed of doubt in her.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice smooth with an archaic tone, hinting at the old world charm and angellic grace that had never managed to leave him, "I suppose I must have one of those faces then." Cass paused for a moment, putting on a thoughtful face, "Familiarity can be quite unsettling, no? Especially when it conjures memories best left forgotten." There was something about him, maybe it was the glint in his eye, the grin on his face, or maybe even his dialect, but something hit just right in the uncanny valley.

When she mentioned fallen angels, warning bells went off in Cassius's mind, she must have seen him during a hunt. Her fate had been sealed, he wouldn't let her get away from this alive...Not that she would have before, but this expedited the process a bit. "Fallen angel, you say? Do tell more, I'm embarassed to admit that I'm a bit of a sucker for religious themes. What's the plot line?" At the beginning his voice was viscous, almost like molasses had ahold of his tongue but he gradually seemed more interested, curious. When his eyes scanned her again, he couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of someone who was lying through their teeth, "You seem quite invested in this story of yours, it must be splendid to have your entire attention. Forgive me for prying but judging by the way you're acting, it seems more personal than just a work of passion. What inspired you to write it?"

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Grace couldn't help but shiver. It seemed like the more Cassius said the more he freaked the poor girl out. But she was determined to live. She wasn't ready to die yet. She still had to find out who she was first. But unfortunately, that task quickly became even harder when Grace didn't detect any uneasiness or otherwise unpleasant emotions from Cass when she brought up her comic. Great. Just great. How was she supposed to get out of this alive now? She had no information whatsoever besides that the man infront of her had wings and had killed someone at one point. She hated this subtle tension, the feeling of hopelessness, of being completely at the mercy of someone else. Yet it's not like she can just come out and ask for answers, right?
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As Cassius went on to ask about her story, Grace panicked. If she told him the real storyline she would basically just be admitting to the fact she was a witness to his murder. And answering his second question would only make it more concrete. What the heck was she supposed to do? She could lie, yes. But it's not like she could come up with a foolproof story within a span of a few seconds as to not be suspicious. "U- um..." Grace coughed awkwardly as her mind raced for a sufficient answer. She's going to die. It was official, she was dead. Still, she had to answer him one way or another so she decided to just be vague and lie... And pray it would be a good enough story for him to buy.
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"To be honest it's more of a mystery than anything. The story follows a fresh out of school investigator and the senior partner he was paired with as they try to find and catch a fallen angel whose been wreaking havic on the city. It's also got alot of horror elements in it as well. As for the reason I made it... well, to be honest, a very dear friend of mine is sick. She loves the supernatural and mystery genre so I decided I would make this story for her as a gift." Grace decided not to lie about the plot, she was just as vague as she could be. But the reason she was making this story had been a total lie. The real reason was to cope with the horror she had seen by getting it off her chest without telling anyone outright. Plus, she was getting alot of profit from the story so atleast her terror would be turned into cash.
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Cassius's smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned in slightly. "Oh, Grace, how intriguing. A story for a dear friend, you say? That's positively charming," he murmured, his voice a silky blend of amusement and curiosity. The dim light in the room cast shadows that danced across his face, highlighting the sharpness of his features. Despite his wings being hidden, Cassius's presence was no less commanding. He seemed to fill the space around him, an enigmatic figure who exuded both allure and danger.

"You know," he continued, his gaze never wavering from her, "I have a knack for sensing when someone is holding back. And you, my dear, are quite the enigma." His words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt as though the room itself was holding its breath. His tone had seemed to shift as he enjoyed basking in her fear, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he added a flirtatious tone when speaking to this outlier.

"Your story, while touching, leaves me wanting more," he said, his tone now more teasing than before. "It's almost as if you're hiding something... deliciously mysterious." He chuckled softly, the sound both charming and unsettling. "But don't worry. I'm not here to judge. I'm simply... fascinated."


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