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C A I U S ♔ THE VIPER

You are gloriously unpredictable & afraid of no one but yourself.

age: unknown

coven: tsarov

blood status: pureblood

gift: inflicts searing pain by will, rendering opponents obselete

notes: the head of the great covens, the founder of the dynasty of black sun

B I O G R A P H Y HELL IS EMPTY

In the beginning, there was darkness.

Like all profoundly beautiful things, he was born into the midst of terror. He saw the start of the world, as Hell overtook the skies and swallowed Heaven whole; a sea of sin devouring all light. He saw the universe burgeon from nothingness, and ripple across the horizon before him, forming galaxies and dust. He saw the creation of Man, those impotent creatures who would someday shudder in terror at the mere murmur of his name; and saw them rise from the feeble dust like clay. He saw mountains erect themselves and the valleys run red; he saw lightning cleave oceans and thunder shake continents. He saw war; he saw chaos; he saw the very face of the endless void. Caius and Giulia. They were the very first of their kind, a brother and sister born from the infinite beyond; favoured by death and beloved by darkness. But he was always the one who would come to conquer the world, he was always the prodigal son, who would achieve greatness at all costs.

In those first millennia, when the world was still young; he was a commander, striking down all who came against him, fighting with a fury as cold and graceful as night. With brigades of shadows at his back, he claimed glory for the dark, and beneath his leadership the universe was swathed in a black veil of stars and moons, which would forevermore remain. Perhaps history would have unfolded differently if the other side had won; and it was very close indeed - but in the end, it was he who emerged triumphant. There was no sun, no warmth -- and so he and Giulia grew accustomed to the dead-black of violent conquest, the everlasting power of victory. When that First War ended, he emerged from the massacre with blood in his mouth. It wasn’t his; but he tasted it and it was good.

He and Giulia were the writers of history. She built the East, and he the West. First, there was wilderness, then from the ground there emerged civilization. Caius stood at Eden’s gates and saw it crumble to dust; he witnessed the scattering of beasts across the face of the earth; and then beneath his jurisdiction, there was the toppling of Babel, the splendor of Babylon’s hanging gardens; and later the beginnings of Egypt, Greece, Rome. Ah, Rome --- that Golden Empire which he would come to hold so dear to his heart. Rome was when it all began - it was the first truly great civilization which bloomed beneath his hand; and it was where he learnt how to mimic humanity.

You see, he and Giulia were creatures of sheer terror, chaos amassed into flesh and bone. They were created for destruction, reared for greatness, and gifted with enormous power. But they lacked what their enemy possessed: the power to create, to bring forth life from nothingness; and he coveted such ability beyond all else. Heaven had collapsed within itself, but their creations remained. It gave him convoluted joy, to make the Lord’s beloved children his feeding ground. He was insatiable. There was never enough, and so he took and he took; for he had no master, no teacher, no limit. He had enormous beauty, he had infallible splendor: hair the color of gold, a jawline that could cut -- but in the days before Rome, he was nothing. There was an endless boredom; a laissez-faire investment in humankind and their design, for they would never understand the complexities of his war games, and he would never consider them worthy of accompanying him through the passage of time. In hindsight, those days would be what he could consider his childhood. The craving, the hunt, the frenzy. Centuries upon centuries of weakness, apathy, chaos. And then, r e v e l a t i o n .

He created her, and it was in that moment when she woke that he felt full. He created her; and it was in that moment when she opened her eyes that he became complete. Together, they built empires and dynasties and splendor beyond all else. Together, they were unstoppable.

& ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE

A viper of a thousand names, a thousand identities - but they always knew him by one epithet: the ruler of an Unholy Empire, the sharp, graceful head of the cobra which had come to conquer the world. With Ariadne by his side, he was unstoppable. He learnt to appreciate the race which Heaven had left behind; and he almost grew fond of them, humans. They were, after all, the template from which he fashioned his own creations, the clay which he dipped into gold and breathed new life into. Of course, his methods were far darker; but they were also beautiful in a convoluted, extraordinary way. Ariadne was his great love, as was Rome which had given her to him. Brutus came, and then there was Helen and Paris and Lucretia - his sycophants, his protegees, his imperial coven. And so from the dust there came terror; and from the dust he drew forth sin. And with each passing century his creations dispersed further from their creator, and with each passing century the complexity of his kingdom grew.

There came rebellion, and he silenced it without mercy. There was bloodshed, and he sent executioners. There was autonomy and ambition, and he either demolished it or gathered it close to him to be used for his own purposes. If he had the play the part of cold, cold king; then Ariadne was his ice-sculpted queen, his brazen compliment, his mate, the one being in all of existence who could make him fall on his knees and beg. When Raoul, the second vampire who he had brought to life; waged war against him during the Age of Golden Suns, it was Ariadne who entered the battlefield besides him, bathed in blood and glory.

He doesn’t know what happened. It was impossible. It was impossible. It broke him.

He would become the most powerful creature in the world, and

In the end, there was darkness.

C O N N E C T I O N S ♔ SINNERS & SAINTS

THE FATHER (aka The Commander): Caius feels a deep and infinite loyalty the one who granted him an existence and purpose. Once, he existed merely to carry out the Father’s will upon earth. He was a weapon and a servant; but as the First War drew to a close and history began to unfurl itself, he tasted what it was to be a god - and nothing was the same ever again. As the Father’s commands became more faint with the passing centuries, Caius grew more bold in his ambitions -- and perhaps he is in danger, now that there is nothing above him to leash his limits.

ARIADNE:

GIULIA

It’s casual, it always is with Adrian. No stranger to the pleasures of the flesh, Antonin had been with other boys before; but none quite like Adrian. “Don’t catch feelings,” Evadne said to him once. “I have none to catch,” he had replied. But there’s something different about Nott. Perhaps its the intensity of their rendezvous, or the sheer power which ripples between them during those secret times: but Antonin more and more often finds himself at a loss. He wouldn’t claim to be in love; no. Far from it. But he’d also be lying if he said he was entirely detached. Besides, Adrian was one of the first to welcome him (like a true comrade, with a hard smack to the back) when he arrived at Hogwarts. And a Dolohov does not forget warmth. It’s natural, then, to like Adrian. Natural — and dangerous. Guard yourself, little volk. There are those who wish to eat you alive.

HELEN & PARIS

He had thought it ironic and amusing, to name them after the infamous lovers.

NARI

They were good friends, once. Very good friends; perhaps even best. What else can a bond built on shared supremacy and cold domination be called? For a time, Corban had attended Durmstrang alongside Antonin, but in the middle of fourth year, all of the sudden thjey were withdrawn from the school. Antonin hasn’t seen them since. And it angers him, that someone had turned their back on him so abruptly, that he can be forgotten about in the blink of an eye. Bitterly, he taunts Corban’s relative, Leo; instead. For all those lonely nights when he was alone and without council, for all the times he was in need of a confidant, and found himself lacking.

ANTONIN IS PORTRAYED BY JEREMY DUFOUR & IS TAKEN

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