Adrian Marius (venetianblinds) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-04-28 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | caim/adrian marius, evron/nathaniel alderson |
Caim was known as a little songbird
Who Caim and Evron
When Within 2 minutes of the last tag here - in that 2 minutes Caim posted this
Where Hell
What "Dealing with the chaos that spawned from his union"
Warnings TBD: Could be High, could be nothing? language, violence, anything really. There's just no telling at this point.
Status In Progress
Caim was a little sick of his son looking down on him after sacrificing everything he stood for 2000 years ago to give him have life to even breathe. He let his reputation remain on the borderline of demonic sanity for all of Hell to see just for Evron's benefit and all he kept going back to was how he had no right to judge Astarte's raisings? This coming from someone who allowed many of his own half-breeds to live for his own love of Astarte? Judge not lest thy be judged? Caim had been judged by God, by Satan, by every demon that laid eyes on him. He would judge all that crossed his path till the end of days. Evron was blind as a bat to how much love he utilized in every other choice he made in life. He was going to learn him up real quick what the fuck Caim was holding back on him all along. He wanted Caim's attention, Caim's training, Caim's knowledge, Caim's affection, in other words Caim's motherly love, as much as demons were able that was, all the while he made fun of his alignment with the vampire. Was what Evron wanted from Caim not the same thing he was allowing Abel to touch? Caim saw no difference in kinds of love, motherly, brotherly, fatherly, the one and only, in the end it was all about loyalty to him. Trust and loyalty. And Evron had barely earned Caim's to begin with, now it was gone. Caim may not have had the ability to give of himself wholly to anyone, his own selfish needs in front of all relationships were always there. Of course Evron couldn't see that. He was too blinded with jealousy (according to Caim's thoughts anyway) to realize what it was he was really doing. That much made Caim proud in some respect. Jealousy and pride were what caused Caim's fall from angelic grace. It was no wonder he passed this to his son. But, Caim needed to make sure that was projected in the right direction to give him benefit. Evron's jealousy of where Caim spent his time was strong. Caim could feel it and it only power-sourced his own strength feeding from it like a high-energy fuel. It was possible though that Caim carried more sloth in him than Evron, wasting time of self-indulgent activities he allowed the world to see. It was time Evron got a good look at what the world did not see, that Evron did not see. How much time and energy Caim put into his militant duties to Hell. And not only that, Caim thought, it was about time Evron realized just how powerful Caim really was. The lack of respect for his name was one thing that Caim never took kindly to.
It was time to stop tap dancing around Evron. Caim wanted to free him from Asmo so that he could think with his own mind, but of course Caim wanted "his own mind" to be loyal to him, co-aligned, and everything that Evron just did contradicted that. Son or not, same as Caim was ready to rip up the contract on London and splice her head off if she didn't fix herself to his standards, however much he claimed to loved her, and even believed inside himself that he did (because that was the funny thing about all this: the demons were arguing about something they didn't really have a full grasp on to begin with and really weren't even doing, this weakness of love Evron spoke of), he was ready to do whatever he had to do to put Evron in his place. And that, for now, was most definitely below him and kissing his God forsaken feet and begging forgiveness and thanking him for his steady hand for staying true. At that point it seemed Evron was going to have to learn the hard way exactly what Caim was trying to teach him by giving him his freedom.
Evron didn't seem to do well with idle time. Caim wouldn't forget this important lesson of the night himself. He wouldn't leave Evron with anymore idle time to doddle and piss and moan about any longer.
Yes. Evron would learn. Caim was thinking he would make sure of that.
By force if he had to. He wanted Evron to see things on his own.
Force was suddenly called for.
Caim posted his rage lyrics as he often did, held his hand to the air, closed his eyes, the deepest wicked grin befell his face before screeching out a thunderous cry, to call his unholy. This wasn't just a pissing contest anymore, finding humor in Evron's dribble whingings. This was the pit of Caim's stomach clenching and growing with the wrath that only a demonic entity could possess. He liked the feeling. Caim was known as a little songbird. He was one. But, he was so much more and Evron finally tapped into what he'd never witnessed in his mother before, the reason the King of Mars coveted his destructive spirit. But, he also tapped into the reason it could never be tamed. He tapped into Caim's passions. Rank or title meant nothing in the world of power when this was the energy behind such a force. Caim preached that to all his loyals. Astaroth was born from it, ripping Astarte clean in two. Caim on the other hand had (so far) held the capacity of that gailing clout still by invisible reins. It was those transparent strings he wanted to teach his son to puppeteer. He wanted him to claim puppet master to passion. That was the greatest power he could teach his son. He believed this through to his songbird heartstrings that were locked in the greasy hinged steel cage that beat in his breast. He also wanted to teach him the benefits of knowing when...
....
...when to let the wind blow the doors open, drop the reins, let the heart pound, knowing its mastered, causing the marionette to walk on it own but still taking every step just as if he'd pulled the strings.
Evron only saw pieces of the puzzle.
Everything Caim was showed up in Evron's face. Directly in his face, not but 2 minutes after their last communication. That outstretched hand gathered his unholy weaponry. Caim was far more than armed when he appeared 3 inches from Evron's nose, from the burst of Hell's fire, bright and scorching, but no blade would be able to be seen, still an invisible force clutched in Caim's hand. He did not strike.
"Found you!" He spat, laced with a cackling tone behind a BOOMING volume. Then their entire surroundings began to flood with birds of prey, hooked beaked predators, scavengers, vultures, ravens, hawks, by the dozens. the flapping sounds of all their wings deafening to the ears. Not only that but the space was changing to darkness. It didn't effect Caim's vision, not with the four color receptors his eyes held, allowing ultra violets and magnetic fields visible to him. The only light was from the smoldering flames on Caim's own bare skin that would soon fizzle to nothing, adorned in nothing but a gladiator's leather waist strap and the foot gear to match buckled up to his knees. It was like he'd come out of some time warped century of old and came out storming Rome's battlegrounds. As the second word burst from his mouth Found YOU so burst forth black wings which sprung from a second blaze of fire from his his back, spanning a good 8 feet in either direction and kept them open and held high, furling the heat from the flames around.
Ok. So, maybe Caim was a little dramatic. But, that was Caim. When he got tipped he didn't hold back.
Not usually.
His eyes dilated to the sheen of a black grand piano's ebony, no whites as that wicked grin practically slavered over his son, "You're deal with Astaroth is off." He spat as if still continuing their conversation right where they left off, his body stanced at the ready. "You're mine!"