A Cadmusian bauble

[tinhuvielartanis]

I'll probably be expanding this over time, just for fun. It's something I've been poking at all day, off and on, for no good reason really. I've had better things to do, like apply for jobs (which I did....about 30 of them just today) and work on the second draft of The Chalice, but Faust has been niggling in the back of my mind..... and Cadmus is always there. I haven't even proofread the offering behind the cut so, if anyone reads this and finds it appalling, you have no one to blame but me!

His vast eyes opened to the silver grace of the rising crescent moon.  They were black, those eyes, infinite in depth and profundity.  A soul could fall into those eyes and find itself forever tumbling in their endlessness.  And many souls had done just that.  He could feel them even now, plunging into the eternal abyss that captured and held them enthralled.  The eyes caught the moonlight, but failed to reflect it, instead absorbing the light.

 

He had positioned the window shutters in the perfect position to allow a hint of natural light into the room without it touching his bed.  This way, the sun torment was absent whilst he slept, but he would be able to know the moon the moment her light reigned over the land.  The crescent was waxing so, each night, a little more light illuminated Cadmus’ bedroom, shimmering through his windows like Faery light.

 

Cadmus did not worship the Earth Goddess so well known across Earth in Her many guises.  His vague fascination with the moon wasn’t religious in the least, given his general disdain for the myths of humans and the dead cults of his Elven progenitors.  Rather, Cadmus found himself comforted by the cycles of the moon, how her waxing and waning affected every aspect of life on Earth, both natural and unnatural, even him.  Cadmus’ hunger revolved around the moon, it seemed.  As she waxed, his thirst for Blood was not so keen.  But, when the moon shrank in the sky, Cadmus’ hunger felt immense.  Not only that, but the chalice resonated with him, they were so intimately connected.  If no Vampires presented themselves for feasting, Cadmus found himself milking his pets into the chalice nightly as the moon moved to darkness.  It wasn’t something he could explain; therefore, this curiosity was something on which he found himself dwelling often.  The light of the moon was necessary and it reminded Cadmus that, despite his discomfort with the fact, he was subject to powers that were sometimes outside his control.

 

Instead of hunger with the waxing moon, Cadmus’ boundless memories took hold of him.  As the crescent grew ever larger, the memories that comprised the Abomination became prevalent in his mind, more intense.  Some memories, such as the ones of his childhood with Nissius, brought Cadmus nothing but a strange emptiness, reinforcing his emotional incapability.  But others inspired certain philosophical apices that made Cadmus’ spirit vibrate.  These were the memories he tried to cultivate, the ones of special merit that most usually involved the demise and consumption of a powerful Darkling.

 

Like Faust.  Faust, child of Rebekah, who is a child of Kelat and a dhampir child of Thiyennen.  It was Rebekah who, with her mate Mephistopheles, later created the hateful Orphaeus Cygnus, but that was a memory for another time.  On this embryonic evening, it was Faust who filled Cadmus’ mind as he allowed the moonlight to bathe his alabaster Elfin face in his repose. 

 

Even though Faust was still relatively young by Vampiric standards, a hair over a century old in Darkling years, his power was unprecedented.  No doubt it was in his Blood, being the child of a princess within the Hive.  He was immune to the sun and to religious relics, and he had the gift of Compulsion.  But he hadn’t walked the Night long enough to be wily in the ways of the Vampire, and he lived now in a time of incredible freedom and hedonism.  The late Twentieth Century, the 70s, were an age of wonder and quite possibly the greatest time for Vampires to exist.  Humanity of the West was open to any experience, but had sloughed off their superstitions, no longer believing in the old monsters of an old world.  They were ripe for the taking and forgiving of the monster amongst them.  Faust held no concerns and openly admitted his Vampirism to any and everyone, enjoying their acceptance and celebration of his persona.  He was a fixture at Studio 54, wallowing in the blood and sex of Humanity as well as engaging in Blood orgies with his fellow kin who accompanied him to the legendary disco.

 

It was at Studio 54 where Cadmus ensnared the lovely and naïve Faust, allowing him to lead Cadmus to his apartment wherein the Pariah eviscerated Faust for the first of many times over the course of that delightful Summer of 1978.

Comments

[razzle.livejournal.com]

Is vury purty. I love the punch of the last line. :))

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Ah yeah. That's the downside to being a Vampire: you heal...quickly. And it takes a lot to kill you. So suffering can reach whole new dimensions if you find yourself in the grasp of someone like Cadmus Pariah.