12-19-2018, 12:21 AM
OBSESSION.
Everyone has at least one of them. I admit that I do. Yet my biggest obsession I realize is something that I can no longer fight. Over the past few weeks I have taken a step back to examine what I have become, and have come to realize that right now, with what I have recently learned, I have more power than I thought I once did. She only opened the door. Once I chose to step through it, I have felt changed, and not for worse. From the moment she first laid eyes on me back at my cousin's abode, I thought she would make me weak. I thought that she was just a desperate little girl looking for pleasure.
But those times have passed. Later tonight I will ask her to come to me. It is something I never thought I would do. But this does not make me weak. In fact myself, and her, it will make us both stronger.
I know someone who is weak though, having gone the opposite way of what he once used to be. Damian Angel used to be feared. Damian Angel used to be a household name. Damian Angel used to have all the power and could accomplish anything he wanted to accomplish, on his own. Much like Shadron's little girl days have gone, those good ole days for Damian Angel have vanquished as well.
With that said, one of his obsessions is simple, hoping to relive his glory days. However he will not get that chance. At least not on my watch.
*******
Winter is definitely here, even though it is not yet official on the calendar. You would think it was not upon seeing Casterillo this evening though as he is out in the chilly Cleveland air, walking with a purpose that is yet to be known, in a black short-sleeved buttoned up shirt and matching black slacks, topped off with really good looking black dress shoes. This is definitely the most determined he has looked since arriving back on the scene here in the States, after being in hiding for a few years back home in Denmark.
He keeps searching and searching until finally he comes to a location and stops. Slowly he does a 360 turn. From the expression of his stern face, he knows what he is looking for is very close. Very close indeed.
It has to be here.
He squints his eyes and examines the area closer until he seemingly finds what he has been looking for.
There it is.
Casterillo pushes aside the brush that looks like it has been growing and festering for at least a few years, definitely very close to the amount of time since he was last in this very spot. It is now that he pulls a brick from out of the wall and finds a very well-crafted gold key. He takes it in his right hand and then moves down the wall, pushing away a bit more brush until finally we can see that there is a hidden door in the wall of bricks, well concealed, not conspicuous to the naked eye. He places the key in the lock after looking around to make sure no can see him. Quickly he slips inside the door, closes it, and locks it, the brush definitively going back into place. He turns around and remembers exactly where the light-dimmer switch was. He turns it on, but very dim. He looks like he is about to get comfortable in the old chair in the center of the room, when he remembers that this place has a fireplace, that has not seen use in a long time.
The flames. She will be able to smell them. She will use them to know where I am. I will hold until a needed message is delivered.
In the dimness that is this room Casterillo moves about it grabbing a couple of things, including a torch, a lighter, and an old camera that appears to still work. He leaves the torch and the lighter right at the fireplace and then places the camera on the chair in the center of the room. After swiveling the chair around so the camera is facing the fireplace, Casterillo turns it on and then goes and gets on one knee right in front of the unlit fireplace.
You are lost. You will never be found. I know that frightens you Damian. It instills fear inside the one who truly believes he is The Devil Himself. But what you do not like the most is the fact that I do not fear you. Your nemesis Donovan Kayl feared you, but he was like you are, weak. Neither of you now know what your full potential truly is. Not like it would matter as neither of you will ever be on top once again, looking down at the rest of the world.
This is exactly what I have been stating upon my arrival back here in the States. Once you reach the top, there is nowhere to go but down. That is why I am in no rush to become what a lot of you call a champion. I do not wish to be held down by weight. That is what I thought SHE was, but I was wrong. Dead wrong. You too are wrong Damian. I am not here to be your replacement. I am not here to become the weakling that you have now become. And I have NOT come here to make sure others get what they want. I swear much of this roster is ridiculously petty. Konrad, that should ease YOUR petty worries.
Casterillo just sighs.
No. I have come here to offer what a lot of you need. For you Damian, you need to be woken up. You need to come to the realization that you hold no power. I have TRUE powers that I can unleash. I can control the skies above whenever I wish. The reason it is clear in Cleveland tonight for myself and for you Damian is because I have never been able to see things more clearly. Despite the clear skies though you will notice it is cold. The winter chill is in the air and it is also gripping onto you Damian, like a leech. The cold air knows that your time is almost up. When we meet in that ring, the process will only be sped up. Once that night passes, the leech will continue to suck out whatever you have left inside you, leaving you to live out the rest of your miserable life, until all of your days are spent.
Casterillo lowers his head, but soon lifts it some, so his eyes are glaring right at the camera lens.
There is no hope for you and there is no saving you. It is impossible to save someone who believes he is ahead of everybody else, just because he now has two behemoths backing him up, believing in whatever is being fed to them. Malphas and Behemoth are not helping you though Damian. Not one bit. In fact, they are hurting you. Truth. The legendary Damian Angel that I have heard all about did not need anyone in his corner but himself. Also from what I have heard, every time you went to team up with someone, you ended up destined for failure. You would think The Devil Himself would at least learn from his past mistakes and would at least make the effort to mend them. Someone like you Damian, you were meant to fight the same way I have been. Alone.
It is clear that you are no longer capable of such a feat. To me, that is fine. I will be seeing our meeting as an end to justify the means. Recently a certain simple man chose to be something he was not, a Superhero of sorts. And now you claim to be the biggest villain of all time, when you too are nothing of the sort. This obsession of being what you are just not is very unhealthy, and in the end it will only lead to sadness, and even more importantly it will end with being Claimed by the Dark, forever.
Casterillo stays on one bended knee and uses the lighter to light the torch. Once fire is present he lights the dried logs of firewood that rest in the unused fireplace. Once it is ablaze he blows out the torch. He then stands up, goes to shut off the camera, and then is about to put the torch into its placeholder by the room's door when it becomes obvious that he can already feel her.
Hi Lawrence. I will be there soon, upon your request. I can feel that you are ready for me.
He just nods before placing the torch into its holder before going and sitting on the chair that is the room's centerpiece. It is only about ten minutes that he has to wait, until he hears her soft knock. He gets up and heads for the door, unbelievably willingly opening the door for the young woman he has tried to turn away so many times. He looks her up and down as she is in a rather short pale purple halter dress, with black heels, her purple hair being straight, and clearly recently cut short, but not too short. Simple but elegant at the same time.
Hey. Can I come in, please?
I called you here. Enter.
Thank you.
She has always been a pale young woman, but tonight has some color to her cheeks. She is shivering but it is evident that it is not because of the cold outside.
You look chilly. I can get you a blanket if you need it.
No thank you.
Okay then.
Casterillo heads back to the chair and sits down. She stands there, just looking at him. He swivels the chair partially around to face her and give out his intention.
I am going to tell you something here tonight.
Oh. And that is?
Everything. Come.
Seeing the gesturing motion Shadron takes one nervous step towards him and then another before looking at her left arm, which is no longer in a cast, but is still bandaged up some. He can see the anxiety written on her face.
I promise I will not hurt you. Those days are over. I am no longer obsessed with pushing you away. Others will always deserve it, but not you. You have proved that you are different. Again, come.
She gulps and croaks out.
Okay.
She finishes her nervous walk up to him and he surprises her by pulling her down onto his lap. From here though it is him talking to her, giving her every last fine detail of his life, up until this very moment of time. She says nothing, not even one word, but instead only looks deeply into his eyes, as he looks back into hers. Her nervousness settles. Clearly she is understanding everything there is to know about the being that is in front of her. After his final words to her, she just wraps her arms around his neck and just sits there, very ladylike. Casterillo just simply nods and the two just sit there for quite some time, all alone.
Everyone has at least one of them. I admit that I do. Yet my biggest obsession I realize is something that I can no longer fight. Over the past few weeks I have taken a step back to examine what I have become, and have come to realize that right now, with what I have recently learned, I have more power than I thought I once did. She only opened the door. Once I chose to step through it, I have felt changed, and not for worse. From the moment she first laid eyes on me back at my cousin's abode, I thought she would make me weak. I thought that she was just a desperate little girl looking for pleasure.
But those times have passed. Later tonight I will ask her to come to me. It is something I never thought I would do. But this does not make me weak. In fact myself, and her, it will make us both stronger.
I know someone who is weak though, having gone the opposite way of what he once used to be. Damian Angel used to be feared. Damian Angel used to be a household name. Damian Angel used to have all the power and could accomplish anything he wanted to accomplish, on his own. Much like Shadron's little girl days have gone, those good ole days for Damian Angel have vanquished as well.
With that said, one of his obsessions is simple, hoping to relive his glory days. However he will not get that chance. At least not on my watch.
*******
Winter is definitely here, even though it is not yet official on the calendar. You would think it was not upon seeing Casterillo this evening though as he is out in the chilly Cleveland air, walking with a purpose that is yet to be known, in a black short-sleeved buttoned up shirt and matching black slacks, topped off with really good looking black dress shoes. This is definitely the most determined he has looked since arriving back on the scene here in the States, after being in hiding for a few years back home in Denmark.
He keeps searching and searching until finally he comes to a location and stops. Slowly he does a 360 turn. From the expression of his stern face, he knows what he is looking for is very close. Very close indeed.
It has to be here.
He squints his eyes and examines the area closer until he seemingly finds what he has been looking for.
There it is.
Casterillo pushes aside the brush that looks like it has been growing and festering for at least a few years, definitely very close to the amount of time since he was last in this very spot. It is now that he pulls a brick from out of the wall and finds a very well-crafted gold key. He takes it in his right hand and then moves down the wall, pushing away a bit more brush until finally we can see that there is a hidden door in the wall of bricks, well concealed, not conspicuous to the naked eye. He places the key in the lock after looking around to make sure no can see him. Quickly he slips inside the door, closes it, and locks it, the brush definitively going back into place. He turns around and remembers exactly where the light-dimmer switch was. He turns it on, but very dim. He looks like he is about to get comfortable in the old chair in the center of the room, when he remembers that this place has a fireplace, that has not seen use in a long time.
The flames. She will be able to smell them. She will use them to know where I am. I will hold until a needed message is delivered.
In the dimness that is this room Casterillo moves about it grabbing a couple of things, including a torch, a lighter, and an old camera that appears to still work. He leaves the torch and the lighter right at the fireplace and then places the camera on the chair in the center of the room. After swiveling the chair around so the camera is facing the fireplace, Casterillo turns it on and then goes and gets on one knee right in front of the unlit fireplace.
You are lost. You will never be found. I know that frightens you Damian. It instills fear inside the one who truly believes he is The Devil Himself. But what you do not like the most is the fact that I do not fear you. Your nemesis Donovan Kayl feared you, but he was like you are, weak. Neither of you now know what your full potential truly is. Not like it would matter as neither of you will ever be on top once again, looking down at the rest of the world.
This is exactly what I have been stating upon my arrival back here in the States. Once you reach the top, there is nowhere to go but down. That is why I am in no rush to become what a lot of you call a champion. I do not wish to be held down by weight. That is what I thought SHE was, but I was wrong. Dead wrong. You too are wrong Damian. I am not here to be your replacement. I am not here to become the weakling that you have now become. And I have NOT come here to make sure others get what they want. I swear much of this roster is ridiculously petty. Konrad, that should ease YOUR petty worries.
Casterillo just sighs.
No. I have come here to offer what a lot of you need. For you Damian, you need to be woken up. You need to come to the realization that you hold no power. I have TRUE powers that I can unleash. I can control the skies above whenever I wish. The reason it is clear in Cleveland tonight for myself and for you Damian is because I have never been able to see things more clearly. Despite the clear skies though you will notice it is cold. The winter chill is in the air and it is also gripping onto you Damian, like a leech. The cold air knows that your time is almost up. When we meet in that ring, the process will only be sped up. Once that night passes, the leech will continue to suck out whatever you have left inside you, leaving you to live out the rest of your miserable life, until all of your days are spent.
Casterillo lowers his head, but soon lifts it some, so his eyes are glaring right at the camera lens.
There is no hope for you and there is no saving you. It is impossible to save someone who believes he is ahead of everybody else, just because he now has two behemoths backing him up, believing in whatever is being fed to them. Malphas and Behemoth are not helping you though Damian. Not one bit. In fact, they are hurting you. Truth. The legendary Damian Angel that I have heard all about did not need anyone in his corner but himself. Also from what I have heard, every time you went to team up with someone, you ended up destined for failure. You would think The Devil Himself would at least learn from his past mistakes and would at least make the effort to mend them. Someone like you Damian, you were meant to fight the same way I have been. Alone.
It is clear that you are no longer capable of such a feat. To me, that is fine. I will be seeing our meeting as an end to justify the means. Recently a certain simple man chose to be something he was not, a Superhero of sorts. And now you claim to be the biggest villain of all time, when you too are nothing of the sort. This obsession of being what you are just not is very unhealthy, and in the end it will only lead to sadness, and even more importantly it will end with being Claimed by the Dark, forever.
Casterillo stays on one bended knee and uses the lighter to light the torch. Once fire is present he lights the dried logs of firewood that rest in the unused fireplace. Once it is ablaze he blows out the torch. He then stands up, goes to shut off the camera, and then is about to put the torch into its placeholder by the room's door when it becomes obvious that he can already feel her.
Hi Lawrence. I will be there soon, upon your request. I can feel that you are ready for me.
He just nods before placing the torch into its holder before going and sitting on the chair that is the room's centerpiece. It is only about ten minutes that he has to wait, until he hears her soft knock. He gets up and heads for the door, unbelievably willingly opening the door for the young woman he has tried to turn away so many times. He looks her up and down as she is in a rather short pale purple halter dress, with black heels, her purple hair being straight, and clearly recently cut short, but not too short. Simple but elegant at the same time.
Hey. Can I come in, please?
I called you here. Enter.
Thank you.
She has always been a pale young woman, but tonight has some color to her cheeks. She is shivering but it is evident that it is not because of the cold outside.
You look chilly. I can get you a blanket if you need it.
No thank you.
Okay then.
Casterillo heads back to the chair and sits down. She stands there, just looking at him. He swivels the chair partially around to face her and give out his intention.
I am going to tell you something here tonight.
Oh. And that is?
Everything. Come.
Seeing the gesturing motion Shadron takes one nervous step towards him and then another before looking at her left arm, which is no longer in a cast, but is still bandaged up some. He can see the anxiety written on her face.
I promise I will not hurt you. Those days are over. I am no longer obsessed with pushing you away. Others will always deserve it, but not you. You have proved that you are different. Again, come.
She gulps and croaks out.
Okay.
She finishes her nervous walk up to him and he surprises her by pulling her down onto his lap. From here though it is him talking to her, giving her every last fine detail of his life, up until this very moment of time. She says nothing, not even one word, but instead only looks deeply into his eyes, as he looks back into hers. Her nervousness settles. Clearly she is understanding everything there is to know about the being that is in front of her. After his final words to her, she just wraps her arms around his neck and just sits there, very ladylike. Casterillo just simply nods and the two just sit there for quite some time, all alone.