Cael v. Mareike
It was his beloved brother's absolutely beloved anniversary - of death. Cael often celebrated the occasion, which also went by the title of 'the day Cael became a free man', by honoring his brother - and killing a person in his memory. After all, Cael didn't celebrate many holidays - Damien and the executed servant, they were both just special enough to have their dying date celebrated, especially considering that nobody else would ever celebrate it for them. Oh Damien, if only he could see how far Cael had come.
The ravenette smiled deviously to himself as he wandered towards the Hearts faction. He had already planned out the occasion, taking meticulous time out of his oh-so-busy schedule to figure out his target, their day to day life, and just about everything about them. The inspiration came from Cael's "brother", Clovis Hansen - a naive and oblivious ditz. Cael found Clovis to be absolutely entertaining in all the ways possible. Sometimes he felt as though he would gain the most satisfaction by planning the most elaborate death for Clovis, and yet others, there was always that lasting doubt, there was something off about Clovis. And naturally, until Cael could fully expose the male, he decided that he would keep him handy instead.
Cael walked with ease, he knew he had a good amount of time before the girl would appear before him at their 'fated' destination. He strode with utmost confidence, a brilliant smile on his face as he twirled one of his pistols along his right index finger leisurely. Longing the company of a feline, Cael itched to make a u-turn and grab one of his many companions, but he decided against it, knowing very well that the girl herself had a cat.
The woman in question was fairly intriguing, and naturally, Cael enjoyed the bloodbath of those who piqued his interest far more than lowly everyday scum. He seldom enjoyed listening to their ignorant pleas and begs for their replaceable lives. It was something similar to the wonders of peanut butter. Occasionally, Cael craved, and when he craved, he seriously craved. (In the sense that he once destroyed a town in search of it. Or was it two towns?) But Cael wasn’t exactly fond of peanut butter, so it’s rare to see him seek out filthy bottom feeders to kill. They’re not much fun when they don’t put up a fight.
Cael continued on his way as his mind lingered on the splendid last image of Damien. Sobbing, cursing, and glaring at Cael as he was dragged off for the crime. And then the “eye witness” that Cael easily allowed the officers to take care of. It was great weather for his brother’s death-versary. The lanky raven-haired male’s lips slowly curved upwards as he saw the sight he wanted to see. After countless trips, he had perfected his route into the Hearts’ Faction without any troubles – mainly those that came about with enforcers or other little squealing rats of the sort. He grinned and walked over, plucking a few lavender roses on the way there. “Oh, the lovely Miss Mareike Talleheigh,” he announced in a low and sultry voice, making a magical display of the flowers as he bowed politely, “The name’s Cael Devereux. You’re one of the few to hear these words, so cherish them, my sweet.” Smiling at her, he plopped down in front of her after delivering the flowers. The female looked rather disgusted with Cael, but he loved pursuing a challenge. Before killing her, he would make her fall – fall into an oblivion of love that will never be.
* Cael looked right at the small childlike frame, “Frau Talleheigh, ich habe so viel darüber gehört, wie schön und klug du bist. Wir sind beide intelligente Menschen, und ich glaube, dass du und ich eine bemerkenswerten Schachspiel spielen können. Sind Sie bereit für die Herausforderung?” His violet eyes gazed at the female, never once breaking his stare as he could pinpoint an excitement that arose from her when he had finished speaking.
Naturally, she took up the challenge as Cael had predicted, she wasn’t one to back down when challenged. Though her expressions remained moot, he knew that over time, she would bloom and reveal her own selfish personality. He’d heard too much about this ‘Mareike’ girl from Clovis, and it wasn’t like he was jealous or anything – more like enraged. Perhaps that visit to the oracle had done some strange things to Cael, like making him a little more possessive over Clovis that he had ever expected to be.
As the game began with Mareike providing the chess, Cael offered to let her go first as a handicap, stating that she’d need it. Mareike was probably livid at that and thoroughly insisted that Cael got the first move. Smiling as his plan went down perfectly executed, he moved his pawn. The results of the game would play out the way he killed her. He had already came up with 36 possible ways the game would play out, 100% positive that he wouldn’t lose – no matter what. Mareike was a smart girl, but he knew her weaknesses.
From the gossip under the table to the friendly banters in the bar, Cael had come up with a foolproof binder of what he knew about Mareike. And naturally, the dimwitted Clovis would talk a little too often about her when Cael prodded gently. Most of the stuff Clovis said was stupid and irrelevant, but some was helpful. As Cael watched Mareike play, he seemed carefree as he moved another pawn. He began some small talk as they both played back and forth.
“So, you like classical music, right?”
“How do you know about me?”
“Let’s just say that I’ve admired you for a while.”
“My apologies, but I’m not interested.”
Cael had to pause for a moment to reorganize and create a new strategy. Most females didn’t straight up reject him so bluntly.
“But what if I told you that I was here to relay the feelings of Clovis Hansen?”
Cael broke out into a wide grin as Mareike paused before placing her knight down and blinked a few times.
“You know of Clovis?”
“We’re rather well acquainted, Miss Mareike. So tell me, do you like him? He’s very eager to know.”
Mareike seemed very immersed into the chess game suddenly as Cael watched the tips of her ears go red.
“He’ll be very glad to know—“
“How much you fancy him~”
Cael quickly moved over to Mareike’s side and hoisted her up gladly, twirling her around over and over again at the magnificent height that most people didn’t get to see on a day to day basis (unless they were Cael, the natural born giant), “He’ll be so so so overjoyed, Miss!” Mareike was appropriately freaking out before she went quiet and stopped flailing about. Cael let her down, making sure she was thoroughly passed out as he rolled his eyes at her nosebleed. How disgusting of a woman. Glancing back at their chess game, he chuckled darkly. If only she had finished that one move, then Cael would have been in a deadlock, and her reputation would have remained crystal clear with all wins, no losses.
The Spades’ troublemaker cynically laughed out loud as he returned to the unconscious female. Well, they did tell him to fight with the intent to kill. Cael’s hands hovered over Mareike’s neck, wondering of the best way to kill the female. He wanted something more interesting than strangling her to death. Finally coming up with something, Cael readied himself and Mareike. He had tied her up against a tree and now sat in front of her, waiting for her to regain consciousness.
A good 10 minutes passed before her eyes fluttered awake, only to be greeted with two pistols in her face, one nudged right between both eyes, the other where her clock was. Cael’s smile was beyond creepy as he spoke, “It’s a shame, I believe you would have been quite entertaining for me, Miss Mareike. But, I relieve you of that – and I relieve you of Clovis. You’re not good enough for him, and I hope you die remembering.” Without even blinking, Cael shot both pistols simultaneously as Mareike’s figure crumpled over the ropes that Cael had used to tie her with like a useless broken doll, unfit for playing with.
Untying the ropes, Cael bloodied his hands a bit as he pried for the clock. Pocketing it as an insurance that she would never wake, Cael left the scene of the crime with ease, not even realizing that as he walked through the forest, he had procured a hole in his pocket. The broken clock fell through and was left somewhere in the forest. Luckily safe from Cael’s hazardous plans to damage it beyond repair.
Once Cael had returned to his sanctuary, he belatedly realized that he lost his souvenir. Oh well, it didn’t matter too much. It wasn’t like anybody would actually find her clock somewhere in the depths of the forest. He washed his hands and cleaned himself up before spinning around on his chair, once against – bored. A small grey kitten with 2 white stripes on its left arm came about and nuzzled at Cael. “Hey there, Clovis!” He smiled and picked up the kitten as he left his home. Now, to find the actual Clovis and be with him during the despairing moment in which he learns that Mareike has fallen. Cael grinned to himself as he quickened his step, feeling that familiar adrenaline high once again.
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* German Translation: “Miss Talleheigh, I've heard so much about how beautiful and smart you are. We are both intelligent people, and I think that you and I can play a remarkable game of chess. Are you up for the challenge?”