CASSON, ISAIAH ASRIEL

[ISAIAH ASRIEL CASSON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #7e1627;][cs=2] isaiah asriel casson.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #0F104B;][cs=2] male. demon. renegade. twenty-seven.

The duration of my life was spent not in one place, but in constant movement. I never linger long anywhere and have not since I was seventeen years of age. But, before then, I don’t quite consider it my own life since I am not that same boy anymore. I have become someone new as a whole and my mind long ago blended with another’s. Some have told me that it does not seem this way at all and claim with all certainty that I am two separate personalities. Perhaps even two separate creatures entirely. Once I was two separate things maybe but now I have come to consider my other half to be simply the second part of the whole. Even if our thoughts can lead separately many of our goals and ambitions have been melded as one. We are both Isaiah Asriel Casson. But let me tell you the story of how this Isaiah came to be. Originally this body of mine and a part of my soul was born in Switzerland. I was the son of two farmers and the nephew of a well known priest. Since my uncle saw no future for me in the farming world, I suppose, he managed to encourage my parents to send me away so that I could become a disciple of the lord. Mostly I worked for my uncle and the church, rushing around to do whatever errand that they told me. This started as a young boy as my earliest memories are cleaning the floors of great buildings and even some for the wealthy patrons who came to worship in the chapel. As I grew older though I was trained to follow in my uncle’s footsteps and to spread the word of god. Honestly, I do not recall how interested I was in this. I am sure I was just a brainwashed boy with no other aspirations. I did not care since it was all I knew. But all of this is quite boring, I understand. My life as a human lad was filled with the same rituals every day and I hardly even spoke to anyone among me. I was quiet and did as I was told. Some were even convinced that I was a mute. So I cannot tell you how I came to have any enemies. My uncle, however, had made plenty of them though this information was heavily buried beneath false grins and forced favors. Apparently he was not the goodly priest everyone expected him to be. Apparently a few of the farmers and the wealthy alike did not appreciate a servant to the lord also pleasing their wives. You must understand that besides having god, all my uncle had was me. I sometimes thing that is why he took me from my parents because he may have wanted a child of his own. I will never know for certain… But being all that he had and being nothing more than a thin seventeen year old boy who took abuse because he could not stand up for himself, I was a fairly easy target as long as I was alone. But how to get me alone? It was a woman. I met Abigail and was always startled that she would even consider speaking with me. I did not take her company for granted even if her advances had always startled me and left me with an amazing amount of guilt. I had no idea that others knew about it and had c convinced the woman to slowly pull me into their trap. It worked so well. In a few months time she had me wrapped completely around her finger. I would sneak away for her, steal for her, and do anything for her if she would only ask it. I was completely and stupidly in love with her. And when she finally asked me to her home I was hesitant but she insisted that all would be well. I believed her and I followed her blindly. We did not get so far as a single kiss when from the room around us men exploded into action and peeled me away from her. I remember her look so frightened that I thought she had no idea about it. She disappeared and I had found a new strength in me that I’d never known. I kicked and shouted and punched at anything that I could to get to her. But I could not and was quickly overwhelmed by the men around me. I was shoved to the floor and then introduced to a blade. The pain was incredible and something I had never felt in my life. I passed out within moments as they carved crude symbols into me. Surely I thought that I was dead. But all I could think about was Abigail’s horrified face. They must have thought I was dead as well. For days I laid in the brambles of brush and trees. For days I wondered how my eyes were working and my lungs could still draw breath. The answer was there but I could hardly hear it’s whispering at first. But as I laid there for those days I started to regain my strength… somehow. Soon I could hear the voice in my head, insisting that I move and reminding me of what I had to do. Those foolish men hadn’t suspected that their crude symbols and prayers for my soul to burn hell just might come true. There was a demon in me. A demon who would become a part of Isaiah. I panicked. I couldn’t think straight with this voice in my head, cursing at me to do things I would never imagine doing. Me? The timid nephew of a priest? I was supposed to be dead! The scars on my body proved it but their quick healing and eventual vanishing was against everything I had ever seen. I was never so scared in my life then when the demon was trying to encourage me to accept him. I didn’t want any part of the monster. All that I wanted was to runaway and hide in my home, nothing more than that. I knew that I could not return though. I was dead. Several weeks missing and presumed dead, I knew. So I didn’t refuse him in the end. I gave into those feral desires to have my revenge on those men. I would find them, no matter the cost. I had to return to the town I lived in under the guise of a false identity. I asked questions and followed the trail. Whenever I met a man who had helped in my should be killing I would do him the favor of taking it off his conscience by killing him. Killing him? I couldn’t believe what I had done to them… but I had. At first I did cry over it and fear myself, but eventually one grows numbs to those sympathies. After all, I have always known that I had given those men what they deserved. In fact, I am sure now that they deserved worse. But still I could not find my Abigail. Wracked with grief and filled with rage, I left the country. For many years I explored the world, still looking for my lost love and learning different arts in the way of combat. I suppose with my demon counterpart I took to it rather easily though I had to gain some of the muscle all on my own. My memories were keen but my body had been weak from years of only getting on my knees to pray to a false god. It was in Poland that I found her. At first my heart had leapt with joy and I had wanted nothing more than to take her up in my arms. I had changed, but she had recognized me and her eyes grew wide with fear. She knew what was supposed to have happened. And it was then that I knew she had been in on plotting my demise. I did not kill her. It was something I could not stand to do despite the pleas of the monster that I had accepted as a part of me. I simply left her where she was and embarked on a new adventure. One with no end, I suppose. One that continues.

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