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The devil on my shoulder (Cass;Vaughan)

Post by Vaughan Dimitru on Tue 28 Mar 2017, 15:34

The last interaction Vaughan had encountered on earth had been the untimely destruction of his brother Romal, brought down in a hail of bullets whilst Vaughan had escaped the clutches of both Romal and Oxen Coporation. It had been some weeks since that time and whilst he had healed from wounds sustained in the event, Vaughan had spent more time collecting souls and speaking to Xaphan in regards to what was occurring on the earth plane and the idea of bringing destiny back to mayhem. It had always been apparent to him that Xaphan was not just insane but had the attention span of a goldfish which only proved more difficult in his task of convincing the demon brother of Plague to turn his attention back to how best to manipulate those remaining on earth. Even Oxen Corporation had irritated Vaughan, ruining some potential moments of harvesting due to their increase in size and the ever dwindling population of immortals.

Assured by Xaphan’s desire to remain in Mayhem, Vaughan’s watch had returned to the mortal realm, the demon desiring to wreak havoc where possible. With sharp eyes and a keen sense of sensing out the vulnerability he had stalked several known members to him, some family, others once known as allies. Destiny was settling back into her life after killing plague whilst Vaughan had managed to bring about the destruction of at least two of his siblings. But the most vulnerable of those known to him at that present moment lay in the form of Cassandra. His last memory of her was simply as the angel on the shoulder of Destiny and in playing the part, the persuasive hinge which had pushed Destiny into killing Plague. In response to this, Cassandra had effectively labelled herself poison to the success of Mayhem and with that bore a bounty on her head. The time was ripe for the picking and Vaughan had chosen his moment with calculation. There was no emotion behind the manoeuvre, simply the prey within his sights. How he would punish her was unknown to all but himself, the shadow which would shroud her into living out her worst nightmares.

The river water was calm on the balmy evening Vaughan walked seemingly unnoticed into riverside, the presence of Oxen Corp and eradication of immortals from the suburb having prompted Vaughan to step through the veil from Mayhem just outside of the city as to avoid causing attention to be drawn upon his form. His wings were curled to his back, strapped down by the heavy coat he wore, simply appearing to be covering himself from the cold evening air. The night was much easier to stalk within, it brought silence to the streets and where daytime often played host to people going about their routines, the night hours drew people to their homes, safely tucking themselves into bed. Vaughan had passed the now vacant apartment block that he had spent time indulging in, having tempted Destiny into tasting the flesh of mortals and partaking in what he had told her was her natural demonic desires. He had seen her enthusiasm, the young woman enthralled in the midst of blood and gore. If only she had behaved as her father had wanted her to. Since that time the apartment block had evidently been left vacant except for the few vagrants who use the hollow block for shelter.

Time and time again he had spotted Karne reign attending Riverside, though lately it had only become apparent that it was Cassandra who had been hidden away from the outside world. Confirmation had come when he had spied a glimpse of her through an open door, Karne having returned with bags no doubt full of supplies in support of his flame. It was apparent he had not lost his love of the woman and it only served to show Vaughan another point of potential exploitation. Waiting for the perfect moment was neither hard nor long away and when the time had been right, Vaughan had laid his plan out in his mind, appearing in the streets not far from the apartment building where Cassandra was squirreled away. He sprinted through the last few streets, running his breath out to minimal inhales, appearing at the back door in what he played out to be a rushed panic. Inside he was calm, he was calculated and he was callous. he rapt his knuckles upon the door, awaiting the invitation to go inside.


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Re: The devil on my shoulder (Cass;Vaughan)

Post by Cashan on Tue 28 Mar 2017, 23:54


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It was a rare evening of solitude for Cassandra as Karne had left a couple of hours earlier for some kind of party at Death Manor. Hope was having dinner for this new coven, admittedly she was very out of the loop despite Karne trying to keep her updated. But with her own mind as fragile as it was and her memory still affected from withdrawal and the affects of her treatment in the asylum, she was forgetting things like the details surrounding this party. She was happy for Karne, to be actively participating with the family rather then cooped up in this apartment with her. As much as she missed her children and her family, the thoughts of leaving the confines of the apartment were enough to almost induce a level of panic she was desperately trying to avoid. 

So rather then attend the dinner, she stayed behind, curled up on the couch that acted as her bed sipping at a herbal tea that Karne had made her hours ago. The fire flickered in front of her as Karne tried to ensure that she would need for nothing while he was away. She had hoped to sleep but unfortunately tonight would be one of those nights sleep escaped her. She never knew from one night to the next whether she would sleep or not. There were days where she had had prayed for sleep and other days where she didn't have the energy to get off the couch and she did nothing but sleep. Tonight, it seemed, sleep would elude her. She cradled the now cold cup of chamomile tea and stared into the water wondering what her children were doing. She imagined Hope trying to act as hostess, Marcus at her side or at least she hoped. She worried about how Destiny would cope with all the new people but with everything she had been through in Mayhem, she hoped that she would manage.

Thinking of Mayhem began to bring her to a very dark place, images of demons and torture flashed through her mind as the walls began to move closer around her. Her heart began to beat quicker and she forced her eyes to remain open. " I'm safe ... " she muttered to herself looking at the little things that help her remain grounded to this reality. The blanket that was around her, the cup in her hands. Anything she could cling too that kept her in the present rather than slipping into the horrors of the past. She had no idea that the past was about to leech into her present whether she wanted ot or not. The knocking on the door broke the treasured silence and was followed by the smashing of the porcelain cup on the floor beneath Cassandra. Fear suddenly gripped her as she stared at the door wondering if she had truly heard it or whether her mind was playing tricks on her again.

Hesitating, it took her a moment to gather her courage. Perhaps Karne had forgotten something or maybe Hope had finally come to talk to her knowing that Karne wouldn't be here but why she would leave her party? Had Karne done or said something at the party? Her mind was racing as she wrapped her blanket around her shoulders and slowly walked to the door. " Karne... " she muttered hoping to get some response as she slowly made her way over. Standing opposite the door she waited for a moment, still questioning her own senses. Taking a deep breathe, she tried to face her fear knowing that there couldn't be anything truly bad behind that door. Plague was gone, the asylum couldn't have known she was here. She was more then likely panicking over a girl scout trying to sell cookies.

But as she opened the door a crack to peer at the being that had knocked at her door, it was most definitely not a girl scout. Her heart jumped to her throat and her breathe stopped as fear overwhelmed her. " Va...Vaughn? " she was barely able to get the word out as her instincts told her to run. The last time she had seen him he was in Mayhem, demonic and trying to corrupt her daughter and now he was stood at her door. Had he been in Mayhem when Plague died? Was he coming to bring her back? " No... no no no...  " she muttered as she grabbed the door and went to slam it in his face. She was never going to go back there, she wouldn't let him drag her back to the hell she had finally escaped, physically at least.

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Re: The devil on my shoulder (Cass;Vaughan)

Post by Vaughan Dimitru on Wed 29 Mar 2017, 03:08

His pupils had soon dilated in anticipation, positively salivating at the idea of capturing his target. Vaughan’s heartbeat pulsed with urgency as the adrenaline of the hunt surged its way through his bloodstream. The sensation was exhilarating, heightening his senses and awareness. His ears had picked up the clattering sound of the mug hitting the floor inside at the response of his knuckles wrapping upon the door, beckoning Cassandra to draw close, to invite him inside. He knew she was alone, he had made sure of that. As his chest rose and fell to draw in air after running the few blocks beforehand he wiped his face clear of predacious expression and replaced it with a look mixed concern and panic. It was another cover which would cloak his identity, the true nature of his visit hidden away securely. This monster had been exactly why Vaughan had always tried to protect himself and his brothers from their father.

The back door allowed for added security, Vaughan knew Cassandra simply wouldn’t open the front door to anyone, hell even Karne had used the back door. Though the streets of riverside were quiet, there was no guarantee that Ox Corp would stay away from the area for long. Their routines were a little more sporadic than Vaughan had anticipated however he had made allowances for that. It was a moment of intensity as Vaughan listened to Cassandra’s soft footsteps to draw near the other side of the door and he waited with bated breath for the seal of the doorway to release.

“Karne?” he heard, the tone of her voice shaky at best. She sounded much more timid than she had been in Mayhem, evidence of her ordeal having taken quite a toll on the woman. He could hear her breath just beyond the void now, quickened in subconscious response to the sudden fright of his knocking. He wondered what was going through her mind, how panicked she might have been in those few seconds. Then finally the seal of the door broke open just a few inches, round teal eyes which scanned him for a mere second before he watched her muscles freeze with tension. She had ceased to breathe in that moment and it took every inch of Vaughan to tame the desire to reach out and wrap his talons around her slender neck, to force his way in and make a meal of her. But underneath it all he appeared just as panicked as Cass and as she tried to speak his name he held out his hands, palms open in a defensive gesture.

There was no force in her appearance, an absence of strength which Cass had most notably been recognised for and instead of approaching the moment with the ability to stand her ground, Cass stumbled back and proceeded to try and push the door close. This was his opportunity.

“No wait Cassandra please” Vaughan whispered low as though he were trying desperately to hide his voice from detection. He placed the toe of his boot in the doorway, his left open palm bracing against the wood of the door as it closed towards him. He managed to stop her from succeeding in the task and though he did not step any further through the entrance he pleaded with her for the moment. He had to secure her trust.

“Please Cassandra, it’s me, Vaughan...” he told her though it was stupid really. Vaughan had always been the demon he was now, only safeguards in the form of a conscience, empathy and compassion had kept him from embracing himself in his demonic entity. He had meant he had been restored and given it was the only other form of himself from the past it was reasonable to state simply that it was him and that Cass might understand that. If not, there was always the simpler option of ripping her apart.
“Please I can’t stay out here, I’m in hiding like you.”

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Post by Cashan on Wed 29 Mar 2017, 20:15


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Despite the desperation and adrenaline running through her system, Cassandra wasn't strong enough to slam the door once Vaughn had his feet in it. Even by human standards she was weak. Lack of nutrition in the asylum and an infrequent sleeping pattern made it difficult for her to put on weight or muscle mass. Even putting her whole weight against the door made no difference, she couldn't shut it and her worse fears were being realised. Mayhem was about to consume her again. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe Destiny hadn't killed Plague after all and he was just weakened and he had sent Vaughn to collect his property. Her face was panic stricken as she imagined what Plague was going to force on her for her actions. Destiny may have been the one to take him down but she had a hand to play in his downfall and she had no doubt that if he got his hands on her again, he would make her suffer in ways that made their past encounters look like child's play.

The scenario played out in her head, Vaughan grabbing her and and forcing her back to Mayhem or somewhere equally hellish. Karne returning to find her gone. Would he stupidly try to rescue her again? KnOT would not step in to fight his battle this time, he was dead now as she imagined she would soon be also. But as she imagined the worst, the voice that she heard was far from the threatening one she had heard on their last encounter. He spoke in a low tone and non threatening. She began to apply less pressure to the door as she listened to his plea's. Could it be true? Peering around the edge of the door, shielding herself behind the door as much as possible she looked Vaughan up and down looking for any sign that he was lying. She knew from personal experience how easy it was to hide the demonic nature, she had hid it from her children for years. But she hardly knew Vaughan and it wasn't going to be as easy for her to know one way or another.

Releasing the breathe she had been holding, she was still hesitant and fearful in his presense but the initial panic had passed. She questioned how honest he was being but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her. It was in and around the time that Plague was killed that she found herself in the asylum. She still had no memory or recollection of how she ended up in Saints City as a human, could it be that it was because of Plague like she had suspected. She often wondered if when her link with Plague was broken if it changed her? Could it have changed Vaughan too? Changed him back to who he was before his encounters with Plague? She hoped it was possible, for both their sakes but how had he found her she didn't know. But then it dawned on her, Asha and Romal were at Death Manor with Karne, they could have told him she was here, it all made sense. Wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, she opened the door slightly.

" Really? It's you? " she asked looking for some confirmation of what he had said. She looked over his shoulder and around the area looking for any sign of Ox Corp or worse that might have followed him. Biting on her lip, she was torn. Karne wouldn't like her inviting other people into his space. No one else had been in or out of the place since she was there. But could she really turn Vaughan away if he needed help? She knew of his connections to the family especially to Kenshu. Could she forgive herself if something had happened to him and broke Kenshu's heart? No, she had hurt enough people without hurting anymore now. " Ok.. come in .. quickly. " she whispered as she ushered him in and checked once again for signs of anyone or anything else in the darkness while Vaughan made his way inside.

Shutting the door, she locked it again and turned to face Vaughan, pulling the blanket around her shoulders some more as the cold air created goosebumps across her skin. She leaned against the door, keeping a distance between herself and her new found guest. Just because she had given him the benefit of the doubt, didn't mean she trusted him. Allowing a moment of silence to pass, she crossed her arms protectively across her body as she tried to think of something to say but there was only really one thing she could think of. " What.... what happened? " she asked not only showing concern for his situation but hoping he could shine some light on what had happened to her. For weeks the medical staff at the asylum had been trying to convince she had a break from reality and that everything that had happened to her was all in her head. She hoped that by being able to fill in the gaps in her memory that she could final start to recover and maybe begin to feel normal again, whatever normal was now.

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Post by Vaughan Dimitru on Tue 04 Apr 2017, 16:40

Cassandra’s condition presented a fitting invitation to reap havoc in the most simplest of forms however the calculation and manipulation in Vaughan’s tactics were far beyond a simple kill. As he presented himself in a victim state to her she seemed to slow in her reaction, peering around the door at him with doe like eyes. It was a fear he had not seen upon her face before and it delighted him. If she was this weak and afraid already he would not have to spend quite as long as he had imagined convincing her of his false stories. As she stared at his form he continued to hold his hands in a defensive posture, the opposite to the beast under the surface. He remained silent as he watched her think and take the time to consider him. It soon began to appear that perhaps he had not been able to bridge over her initial fear until at last she spoke and searched behind him for other threats that he could only assume would be plague or ox corp.

“Please Cassandra” Vaughan repeated in a begging tone, dropping his hands as he removed his foot from the door in a move which would signify placing enough trust in her to make her own decision to open or close the door. Thankfully Cas made the former decision and within the next thirty seconds Vaughan had crossed the threshold into the small apartment unit whilst she closed and locked the door behind him. His ears clearly picked up the defining moment the latch closed over the door to contain them both in the unit together, not only providing them with privacy but creating one additional barrier to Cassandra being able to flee the situation.

He could hear her pulse as she leant against the wooden door, still panicked despite having slowed down. The silence between them added to the intensity of the moment and while Cassandra enveloped her chest with her arms in a protective move, Vaughan stood on the other side of the room with his hands calmly rested at his sides in the most unthreatening posture possible. It was vital to let her make the moves, to determine the course of where the interaction was headed because Vaughan was reading her every move, responding appropriately and timely to each reaction she gave him. As she asked him what happened he responded by heaving a long sigh, somewhat showing relief, some exhaustion as though the question was a heavy burden upon his shoulders.

“Where do I start?” Vaughan replied, his mind tempting his tongue to provide snide comments and responses that would expose the truth behind his visitation. He slowly stepped over to the couch, each boot avoiding the remnants of the porcelain cup he had heard her break only moments prior. He slowly sat down, careful in the knowledge that his wings were tightly bound and it was not the most comfortable of actions to have to sit on one’s wings when in disguise.

“I don’t remember all of it,” Vaughan began, using the idea of memory loss to give added length in weaving a false tale. “I remember Destiny had gone to kill her father, I wasn’t far that day.” He lied, after all he had remembered being in the middle of attacking his sister during the moment Destiny had succeeded in killing Plague. “Cassandra this isn’t easy for me to tell you this, but I can’t just hide away without warning you that Lyle is alive.” He told her. He waited for her reaction, looking at her with an expression of soberness.

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Post by Cashan on Wed 26 Apr 2017, 14:05


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Initially, Cass's hopes were rising. It seemed Vaughn also was suffering from memory loss, something she had struggling with since the asylum. She had no memory of how she ended up in Saints City as a human and the doctors had been trying to convince her that everything before that moment had been a break from reality. That her children, her life, everything including Plague had been some kind of warped figment of her imagination. But finally she was getting some confirmation that this was in fact reality. Karne had tried his best to reassure her that she hadn't lost her mind but she couldn't stop herself from thinking that her mind was here with Karne but her body was still in that cold bare room at the asylum. But now, now she finally might get the answers she had been desperately seeking. 

Unfortunately she had no idea those answers would involve her worst nightmares being realised. " What?..."  there was no emotion in the word as shock overwhelmed her. In that moment she imagined that Plague or Llye as he aso went by would appear, smiling with his ghastly lips, taunting her with his presense and dragging her back to Mayhem, where she felt she belonged but how could she put her family through that again? How could she go through that again. As the thought began to settle her mind she frantically looked around the room, as his voice echoed in her mind. Her mind was playing tricks on her, she tried to tell herself but if Plague was truly alive how could she be sure that it wasn't in fact Plague playing tricks on her. It was all too much comprehend.

" No.... that's not possible... " she muttered pressing herself into the door a little harder, giving her a sense of security. " Destiny... she... she killed him. " she said trying to find anything to deny Vaughn's claims. Anything that she could cling too. " Karne said he was dead.. that Destiny was home.... so she must have ... " she said her mind reeling from his words that she was finding it hard to form perfect sentences but her message was clear. Everything to this point had shown her that Plague was in fact gone from their lives. No one had seen any sign on him as far as she had known. She certainly hadn't and Karne had been keeping an eye on children and he hadn't informed her of anything. But it dawned on her that Karne might be keeping things from her. If Plague had returned Karne would be more likely to keep a secret to protect her and take him on alone ass he had tried before.

As she began to accept the possibility that Plague could still be alive, her legs felt weak. Stepping forward away from the door, her hand reached for the back of an old arm chair. She pushed all of her weight onto it before stepping around it to sit. The only thing that had gotten her through this whole ordeal was the fact that in some sense, her actions had attributed to Plague's death. But what had it all been for if Plague was still alive and as a human, the deal she had made with Plague was now null and void. There was nothing stopping him from destroying her family and she was helpless to stop him. " Oh god Vaughn.... this.. this can't be happening. " she said as she searched as she tried to find some sign of a lie on his face but she couldn't see any sign emotion on his face. Curling into the armchair, she looked smaller then she had before.

" How... how do you know? I mean.. you could be wrong? Right? " she was desperate. If there was any chance that he was wrong then she was going to cling to that hope. She had been clinging to life by her fingertips and the only thing she knew for certain was that she was not prepared to continue to live in a world with Plague in it. She wasn't going to let him use her again, she would never again hurt someone in his name and if she had to disappear to keep him from getting to her again then she was prepared to do that. She only wished she could right the wrongs with her family and help protect them before she went. But the realisation that everyone was better off without her and the trouble that followed her was slowly dawning on her. 

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