Username: Razors
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Personality: Due to circumstances throughout his life Gabriel has learned to rely on no one but himself and God. Should he need something done, he will do it himself. It is rare for him to even ask his God for help. Should he pray, it is for strength, guidance, or for the soul of a target. He is an exceptionally religious individual and believes that he is doing God's work through what he does. Due to his very pious nature he tends to be fairly judgemental, even more so of demonic creatures. Should he come face to face with evil of this nature he feels it is his duty to eliminate it. Otherwise he can be seen 'preaching' or attempting to 'guide' lost souls to the light. Despite his constant praying for forgiveness for the things he has done in his life, he still feels guilt. He believes only through this guilt and his shed tears does it display how sincere he is. Whether or not he is forgiven is unknown, even by him, but he continues to pray for forgiveness. He, surprisingly, has a great deal of hope that even despite the way the world has gone and the misery he has faced and seen, that perhaps things will eventually get better. He tries as hard as possible to make this a reality. Those who he has deemed 'demonic' 'evil' or 'wicked' face a wrath unseen by any others. He harbors a heart full of hate for any creature who makes their home in the abyss or has come from that place. He grants no mercy to these creatures and kills them without thought or hesitation. Gabriel is not spared the misery of his past, no matter how he tries to drown the memories.
relationships ;; Kasdeya-
The Lord of the Abyss. The greatest evil on the face of the earth or under it. A creature that can literally steal hearts and use them to make herself more powerful. A creature that had almost stolen Gabriel's heart, despite the hate he held towards her. Gabriel holds an immeasurable amount of hate towards this being and anyone associated with her. She stole his childhood from him, his sister from him, and forced him into his current situation. Being bound by the book that is now forever attached to him. Kasdeya was a huge guiding factor to what Gabriel is and has become, and this only serves to make him hate her that much more. It is she that drives him, she that fuels him. One day he hopes to have her before him once more, so that he may bring down the wrath of the Lord upon her. Until that day, not a moment goes by that he does not think of her.
The Wish master/Nobody.-
Though one might think association with this creature was something Gabriel would avoid, they would be mistaken. Gabriel came to be thankful for the price he had to pay. The wish master took his heart in exchange for the book, which in turn resulted in Kasdeya loosing control over him. Had he kept his heart then she would have won. Not only this, but the Wish master is the only soul he knows of that has knowledge and understanding of the book which is now bound to him. He frequents the Wish master's abode and exchanges 'gifts' for knowledge. Though at this point he has a feeling that the creature comes to enjoy his presence just as much as it does his gifts. He is unsure how he feels of the creature, currently, but thus far it is his only ally in this world.
Dove (His sister)-Gabriel's sister, his beloved Dove. It is she that keeps him going, the desire to free her and one day hold his sister again may be all that keeps him alive. Gabriel loves his sister, even without his heart he knows this much. He weeps for the sorrows the two faced but longs truly and deeply to find her and rescue her. He hopes to one day save her and, with the knowledge of the book, erase the horrific memories they had to endure. To place nothing but happiness in her mind and save her the woes that he, himself, endures daily. He knows not where she is, but even though they are apart he knows with every fiber of his being that she is alive. He wants to keep it that way and struggles daily to find her.
(The 'Diary' is logged in both words and memories. The book is sentient and does, occasionally, make small comments as Gabriel writes his story/diary.)
The Memory of Gabriel. (Logged by the Grimoire)
~You may begin at any time, Gabriel~
There is nothing, truly, to set my existence apart from that of any other. I was not born into a rich family, nor was I born into a family destined for greatness. I was simply born to a family like any other. My father, like his father, had always been a soldier of the church. Typically this meant protecting caravans on their way to and from our town. We were in times of war, though, so even a task so simple as this had spelled the end for many soldiers, my father included. My fathers death left a deep scar within my mother, who loved him so dearly. She wept for days, though the tears that marked her face soon became tears of joy. A last gift was given to his family before his death.
My sister, Dove, was the joy of both myself and my mother. She was a little piece of my father, left behind before his death. I did not mind that mother doted on Dove, no, for I did the same. I adored my sister, I wanted to protect her, I did my best to do so…
It could be said that my sister is the very reasoning for every significant thing that has ever taken place in my life, but I think that is giving her far too much credit. I made my own choices and the blame can not...no, it shall not fall on her shoulders.
If anyone is ever to be blamed...let Kasdeya take that blame. Let it follow her down into the Abyss, from where she came. Let it swallow her whole.
The death of my father seemed to spark, for me, at least, the realization of war. I always knew of the struggles with the demon folk. My family has always been very pious, the town we lived harbored the most well known and respected church in the entire country. My parents always thought that it was the safest place to raise a family. This was the opposite, in fact, as it seemed our town was attacked more fiercely than any other. Caravans were destroyed and it became hard to get supplies, a sickness soon ran rampant through the town, killing any who showed signs of it within days. It was a violent sickness, leaving those who contracted it to suffer in agony until the day they died.
Dove was still young when our mother contracted the sickness, still too young to understand everything that was going on. I remember my mother calling me to her room that morning, not wanting me to get too close to her as she, with rattling and taxed breaths, told me of what I must do. I will never forget the ache, I still feel it, even now. I wanted to hug my mother, I wanted to hold her and tell her that it would be okay. The Lord would save her, the church was looking for a cure. This was not to be, though, but that is beside the point. My mother, in all her loveliness, smiled so sweetly to me. “Take care of your sister.” She said to me. “You are all she has. You must protect her. “ I could only nod, for my throat was far too tight to allow speech. “Go north, Gabriel. Go tonight, in the cover of darkness. Take all you need for a weeks travel. As long as you continue north you will reach the coastal city.”
The money that my family had been saving, hidden under the floorboards of our home, near the fireplace, was given to me. More than enough for passage for Dove and myself...I did not want to leave my mother, though, and I think she saw this. “Don’t be afraid, my dearest Gabriel. I will be with the Lord. He is calling me home. There is no need to cry for me, my suffering will soon be over and I will join Him in a feast. “ Mother suffered a fit of coughs which left her breathless, but it was enough for me to see how dreadfully far along she was. Though I could not hug her, I made sure to tell her how very much I loved her. I would care for Dove, I would get us to safety.
Mother seemed more relaxed after this, which I am thankful for...I only wish my words had been truth.
Dove never questioned me, she always seemed to trust me no matter what I told her. I was always so proud of her. I would look at other siblings and watch them squabble, but never once did Dove and I face such disagreements. I do not know why, I don’t know of any other children who ever got along as well as we did...but again, I am thankful for this. With our things packed I gently took Dove’s hand, guiding her out of our home. “Mother had a mission for us.” I said, the sound of mothers gurgled breathing following us out the door.
Hand in hand, we left the village, a village that began burning brighter the further away from it we move. Somehow, we had left just moments before Kasdeya’s forces made a surprise attack against the church. An attack that succeeded in destroying the entire village. (I know this due to returning later on to try and recover anything that remained from our home. There was nothing left but ashes.)
What luck we might have had did not last us long. Though we survived the initial assault from Kasdeya’s army, we managed to come face to face with the King herself.
It was two days into our journey, I slept very little and carried Dove when she wanted to sleep so as not to waste time. I felt compelled to push on, as if something dangerous was following just behind us. But the danger did not come from behind, but from the front. I had never seen Kasdeya before but the creature that suddenly appeared from thin air to stand before me could be none other than the King of the Abyss. A figure that radiated power, with striking eyes that held nothing within them aside from evil intent. Glorious scarlet hair...beastly horns...I could not tear my eyes away from her. I admit she was beautiful, she stirred something within me, deep within my heart. I feel disgust, now, to admit that I loved her. How could one not? This was her power, to make others love her. To steal away all sense that one might have, to leave you with a vicious desire to do anything for her. Perhaps she would grace you with a caress, a kiss….
No, it turns my stomach to think of these things. Demonic spells that steal all rational thought from you, no matter if you are man or woman. It does not matter.
I remember her touch. She said nothing to me, only smiled. This wicked beast placed her paws on my shoulders, then moved one paw up to gently caress Dove’s head as she slept on my back. I am uncertain what happened or how she did it, but moments after the touch we were no longer in the forest, but instead within the dark confines of...I’ll say a cave. I still am not certain of whether or not the cave was within the Abyss or not, so it will remain known as The Cave.
Kasdeya knew of our mothers suffering, she knew of the promise I had made to my mother, to protect Dove. She knew things about me, about Dove, about our family. She collected my thoughts, collected my feelings, collected everything about me and used it against me. I wish I could say I was strong, that, unlike the thousands of other victims she had ever had that I was different. Sadly, this was not the case. I already mentioned how there was nothing to set me apart from anyone else in this world.
She wove her spell, wrapped her tendrils around my heart, made me fall deeply, madly, in love with her. She seemed to soothe an ache within my heart, promised protection for Dove, should I do things for her. There is something about love… It can make you mad, it can make you do things that you never believed yourself capable of.
The things I did for Kasdeya are regretful. You will never know the depths of my self loathing, the pit of despair that I had fallen into when I was finally released from her spell. But at the time, nothing mattered aside from Kasdeya. I did not know what Kasdeya had done with Dove, I saw her rarely, usually whenever I returned to The Cave from a job I had been given. Dove seemed depressed, she was always quiet, but she had always at least been open with me. Not in the Cave, not in that place. Dove rarely spoke to me, even when we met to say goodbye. I remember her trying to talk sense into me, whispering words of how Kasdeya was the enemy. Each time I told Dove that it was okay, that everything I did was for her. I think this had detrimental effects on Dove, I could see the pain on her face, I could…
Some memories are hard, you understand? Some memories call up such painful emotions that you are physically crippled by them. My story is one of thousands, no more tragic than a multitude of others who have suffered through Kasdeya’s war. But my story is my own, so my pain is my own. I do not know the pain of others...I only know my own pain.
Kasdeya had a task for me. A final task, the last I would ever have to complete, should I do it right. A task that would finally allow me to set Dove free. All I needed to do was retrieve a book for her. A simple task indeed...Or so it seemed. I was given the location and soon enough said my goodbye to Dove. I swore to her that this was the last time we would say goodbye, the last time we would ever have to part from one another. (Dear Lord, I regret these words...I wish I could take them back...My dearest sister...should you ever read these words, just know that I am sorry. I truly did everything for you. I truly believed I was doing right by you…)
Never believe anything a demon tells you. They are full of lies, deceit, they have no heart of their own. They only care for themselves. I found the location easily enough, but I was not given information about what I must do or what the book contained. As I entered the hut, I found myself surrounded by the oddest assortment of items I had ever in my life encountered. I was fascinated, enthralled, the wears of this ‘seller’ were all unique. Not as unique as the seller had been, though.
In all my days, I still have yet to meet another who looked like the shopkeep. ‘Nobody’ as it requested to be called. A wishmaster, it could easily give me what I wanted, but for a price.
Unknown to me at the time, the price was actually a blessing. For Kasdeya’s final plans for me were to consume the very thing that Nobody requested. My heart. I mean this in a physical sense, as well. My physical heart. I, still yet, do not fully understand how Kasdeya does this, but I know that she gains power through it. I am only thankful that it was my heart the ShopKeep requested.
I must say, though, Nobody is wiser than it admits. I think it sees things that no one else might be able to see. It always claims ignorance, but I am sure of this.
The book was retrieved not moments after the request left my tongue, as if Nobody had already prepared it for me. I remember reaching out to touch the thing, a massive grimoire, black and gold with a firm lock upon it. There was a red droplet on the front and several circles and symbols that surrounded the drop. I was not familiar with any of these symbols, but they did interest me. Before I was able to place my paw on the book, however, it was swiftly tugged away.
“First, the payment.” Nobody had said. I, of course, expected this, so I had begun digging about in the pouch at my side. I had been given ample amounts of coin to complete my task, so it was conjured up at that moment. My offer gained me nothing but laughter from Nobody, though, and the shopkeep quickly informed me that my coin held no weight in that store. Being the young, naive boy that I was, I simply told Nobody to give me a price, anything, and it would be paid in full. My beloved sister was all I could think of at that moment. I would pay anything to set her free.
I did not understand the request when it came. “Your heart” gave the shopkeep. My heart? I knew not how this would be possible. I thought it some metaphor, perhaps this creature wanted love? I did not know, I didn’t even bother to question things further. “Fine. You can have it.” I had said, with no trace of doubt in my mind. I caught the grin that crept over Nobody’s maw but I only paused for a moment. I do not think I regret taking the book. ~We’ll see…*chuckle*~ Paying the price for this book has granted me an advantage over Kasdeya. She can no longer weave her magics against me. I will no longer fall prey to her charms. I will take what little blessings from this that I can get, for if it had not been for the price of my heart, then I would surely have perished at Kasdeya’s hand.
You, the reader, are most likely prey of the Book as well, but if you are not, there are a few things you should know about it. It is a parasite. It attaches itself to a host, currently, as I create this journal, it is I that am the host. It needs blood. The way of things, as they are meant to be, is that I, the host, am to feed the book with the blood of others. Drank by me and consumed by the tendrils of the book inside me. This book is a sentient being, it is dreadfully hard to control and terribly loud at times. I allow the book to feed on my own blood, but...Regretfully this can only last a while before I grow weak. If I grow weak then the book is able to take control of my body. I have lost control only a few times… The results still continue to haunt my dreams.
The swap of the book for my heart left a massive hole in my chest, as one can imagine. Though as it turns out, the book, now mine, was easily able to fix my wound. Replacing my heart with a false one, made completely out of the parasitic ‘tendrils’ which forever more pierce my back and attach the book to me, I was able to survive. I had, in the process, lost a substantial amount of blood, though. I remember blacking out not moments after the trade took place, the last memory I had before my life turned to utter chaos and I began living a hell.
Yet again I wish to avoid going into detail, here. There are many nights where I pray for the sins I have committed while under the control of this book. Nights I have been unable to sleep for the faces of innocents that plague me. It is unbearable, at times, but bear it I must. There is still work to do and still yet I must continue on. With the blazing flames of the village behind me, I sought refuge in Nobody’s hut. I only remembered flashes, brief, but vivid. My body was stained in blood and I could not stop crying. For the life of me I could not believe what had just happened. It took me days of sulking within the hut of Nobody. A price that I am still paying off, it seems. Nobody does not run an inn, it claims. The shopkeep helped me understand what I had gotten myself into. The dreadful fate that I was now to live until the moment someone chose to take my life. I was now the host to the Grimoire, the book that forever lie attached to my back.
It is a fantastic book, if I am honest. ~*Giggles* Thank you, Gabriel!~ Since its creation it has constantly been filled with all manner of spells, rites, rituals, magics of all nature lie within it’s pages. I need not read them, however, as, should the need arrive, the spells are instantly transferred to my mind. How to say incantations, how to draw runes, it’s all there when I need it. As is the memories of every single other user of the book. Diaries of all previous users are stored within, and this current one is simply one of many. See, even in this I am ordinary.
Sadly, I learned that now that the book was mine and attached to me, unless Kasdeya were to kill me, then I could not simply hand it over. There was no way to give Kasdeya the book without dieing in the process. What I did know, though, was that now I had the power to retaliate against Kasdeya. I was no longer under her spell, I no longer felt any attachment towards her or a desire to fulfil her wishes. I only felt hate, raw and unchained. A vicious desire to kill Kasdeya had entered me. To make her pay for everything she had done to me, to Dove, to our family, to the people of my country. I had the power to fight her, and I was ready to do so.
With newfound speed and determination, I returned to the cave where I had left Dove and Kasdeya. I do not know what I had been thinking, I should have been more aware. I knew how Kasdeya worked, she always had one of her minions watching. Why was this time any different? She had been watching me, she knew that I had the book, she knew that I had power. She knew this, and she had fled. Like the coward she was, she took my sister and ran. The Cave was empty save a note that I will leave placed between the pages of this Grimoire. A simple note in Kasdeya’s own hand. It reads only “I will take very good care of her. I promise. <3”
A note that leaves my chest filled with dread each time I look at it. I’ve no doubt Dove is alive, I can feel it in my bones. I know she is alive… but I do not know the torment that she might be going through, even at this moment. My suffering is nothing compared to her own. You are welcome to place this on the list of many things that I find unbearable to think of, but it is true. I can not bear to think of what my dear sister is suffering through. I am filled with...such...anger.
Kasdeya will fall, by my hand. Every single minion, every person who follows that wretched beast. I will destroy them. I will find Dove and I will use the powers within this book to erase every single horrific memory she has ever suffered through. I will build a home for us, where we can be happy.
I swear these things, upon my very life. I will find both Kasdeya and Dove. I swear it.
Friend story:
(The Wishmaster)
Gabriel panted heavily, scrambling up the steep hill that lead towards the Wish masters hut. The village at the foot of the hill where he had just been was in flames. The once quiet and dark night lit with raging flames, the crackle of wood and far away screams carried to his now, far more sensitive ears. Upon reaching the hut he thrust himself through the open door and collapse to the earth, sobbing heavily. "What did you do!?" He screamed.
"Nothing more than you asked." Came a raspy voice in reply.
Turning his head, Gabriel's gaze fell upon the bone hooded creature. The one he had recently traded his heart for in exchange for the book that now clung to his back, like the parasite it was. "I didn't ask for this!" Gabriel shouted, clenching his fists tightly in the earth.
"Oh, but you did! You asked for the book! Ignorance of what comes with it is no fault of mine, but yours." The creature replied, pure glee in it's tone.
Gabriel pressed his head into the earth, unable to bear the pain that welled up inside of him. A pain that found no escape aside from the howl of torment that erupt from his maw at that moment. So stricken with grief for his sins, Gabriel howl until his voice no longer work, until the night became day and his weary body collapse under the stress.
Come morning, he found himself cleaned. The filth, the blood, all manner of reminders of the night prior were washed away by the Wish master. No longer did his sorrows take the form of howls, but instead, tears. A steady stream that never seemed to end, tears that were not salty, as normal, but tasted of copper. Tears which left streaks of scarlet tainting the mask of black he had been born with. "What...have I become...?" he whisper quietly to himself.
"Ahh, a good question..." Came the voice of the Wish Master. Pausing, the creature emerged from the darkness of its corner, leaning down to take Gabriels chin in it's paw. "With a new life comes the need for a new name..."
Gabriel watch in silence as the Wish master ponder, only to have an eerie grin creep over its maw.
"Mmm...Tales will be told of you, dear....Tales of the one who demolished an entire village with tears in his eyes..."
"Tales of...The Weeper...." the creature said with a chuckle.
The Grimoire:~Good morning, Gabriel!~
Gabriel's lids fluttered open, his mind lost in confusion as he try and place where he was, now. He did not remember the night prior, no matter how hard he tried.
~Here, let me help!~
Bursts of images began to filter through his mind, faces locked in horror, children crying for their mother, houses burning, fellow viscets wielding their weapons. Weapons that were aimed directly at... him? Taut bow, arrow notched, a slight quiver in the hands of the one who wielded it. Mouth opened, called out a command, garbled by the memory of blazing flames. A blackened tentacle shot forth, directly towards the chest of the one who held the bow. Just as it struck the arrow let loose. Gabriel's vision fade with a sharp throb in his shoulder and his paw instantly rose to where he had been shot.
No wound, not even a scar.
~Don't worry, I took care of it for you!~
That cheerful voice that echo through his head, it did not match the anguish that he felt at that moment. The horrific crimes he had committed, his sins...
~This is what happens when you try and resist me! You've no one to blame but yourself!~
That same, cheerful tone, used to chastise Gabriel this time. Those scarlet tears flood over his face, scorching hot through his fur as he clenched his teeth. "How dare you blame this on me!" Gabriel growl, though he did not know where to direct his anger towards.
Grasping his head he close his eyes tight, doing his best to will the voice away.
~Ah-hah! You think it's that easy? You're so silly! You're going to be fun, I can tell!~
Sitting up, Gabriel's entire body shook with anger, the cheerful, childish tone of the book leaving him furious. There was no doubt in his mind that the creature...the book...whatever it was, was evil. A cold, heartless thing. It was no different than Kasdeya.
~There is, in fact, a difference!~
His thoughts were not safe, it seemed...
~Tee-hee! Of course they aren't! I know every thought. Buuuut! I'm not Kasdeya. In fact, remember the most important thing of all!
As long as you give me what I need, which, really, isn't much. Just a little here and there, you wouldn't even have to kill anyone if you'd just give me a little bit every so often! Do this for me, this one little thing...and we will have a very good relationship.
Remember... I can give you aaaaaall the power you need to save your little sister aaaaand... To defeat Kasdeya!~
Gabriel grit his teeth, his eyes open now and staring ahead, through the forest where he had been sleeping. It was not an ideal relationship, he did not want this, but there was no doubt in his mind that this book could, in fact, help him save his sister.
~That's what matters most, right!?~
After a long moment of hesitation, his mind lost in its own battle, Gabriel finally force his body to stand. His sister, his beloved sister, could be saved. This much he knew. He would use the book to save her, to kill Kasdeya, and to give his sister the life she deserved. Besides, there was no way to remove the book, so it's not like he truly had a choice...
~Nope, you don't! He-hee!~
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