Cornelius DeHavlin

Liberation

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Date.png3rd Harring 951

Location.pngSanitarium for the Criminally insane, Minrathos, Tevinter

Characters.pngCornelius, Phinaria

Players.png@Jax @Gali10

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Notes.pngTwo of the Cults Acolytes have been sent to the same Asylum that both Cornelius and Phinaria spent time in. They are going to get them back. 

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Cornelius DeHavlin stood in an alleyway, shrouded by the night, arms folded and leaning against a wall, looking up at the place that had been his home for a long 5 years when he was a younger man, barely a teen. Had it not been for Lucretia and Caius, he might well have still been there now. Two of Master Fabius's students had gone missing, two of his favoured students. Fabius had many sit at his feet to listen to him, he was charismatic as well as pragmatic. When the two youths had not turned up for evening classes, for the last three months then he had ordered Cornelius to find them.

If anyone could find them it would be him. He had not expected company though, not to this place. He waited for Fabius's slave mage to turn up all he had was "make sure nothing happens to her Cornelius" he knew what that meant, and it wouldn't be punishment from Caius or Lucretia, Fabius had a hundred known ways to punish and probably a thousand more. 

Truth be told, he was wary of pissing Fabius off. 

He glanced up at the dank grey walled buildings. Memories long hidden erupted in his mind, lashings to cleanse his soul, beatings to bring him to heel, rapes to take what dignity he had away, none of them would ever understand what they had created over those 5 years. if they had taken a different approach then maybe, just maybe he would have been cured in everything, but he was not and his treatment there had only made the demonic killer he was even more powerful.

The Shroud of night would cover him but only for a limited time, he was not so versed in it that it could cover him for long, just long enough to get in there. He glanced at the moon, another half an hour to wait then time to go find thier lost sheep. 

 

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Walking through the streets toward Cornelius, not being stealthy and yet barely visible in the dark embrace of her god, Phinaria's finger caressed the edge of her knife. The cut was nothing, no more than a little drop of blood, but she knew that even this tiny drop can give her magic a bit of a boost.

Phinaria remembered this place. Remembered that she was here before she was returned home to her master. That she was abused here, as a woman who murdered her entire family probably deserved to be abused. She remembered that it all happened, and yet she didn't actually remember it. The actual content of these experiences wasn't there, or at least was out of her reach. Not that it was a rare thing for someone like Phinaria, who often slipped between different states of consciousness.

Either way, she held no grudge for this place. Like everything the mage slave did, she was her because her master sent her. Nothing else mattered but his will.

She didn't say anything to Cornelius as she joined him, simply bowing her head in acknowledgement of his authority.

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Phinaria might not have any grudge for the place, but Cornelius did and the thought that two of thier own might be locked up in there casued the demon within to stir, adding fuel to his already simmering rage. How long had he wanted to burn this place to the ground and everyone in it? he had lost count over the years but it was still as strong in him now as it was when he had left the place in Caius's care twenty odd years ago. 

Even approaching his fortieth year he still yearned to see it destroyed. 

"Two of Master Fabius's students were locked in there by thier parents, both of whom follow the god of Beauty" He explained "Master Fabius had converted them to our lords way of thinking and he wants them back. We are to get them out and back into his care," He looked at the woman beside him. 

"You do not need to bow to me Mistress Phinaria, i am not your master" He wasn't, she may have been Fabians slave mage but she was no higher or lower than him in Cult standing, He had his power base through years of hard work, and the fact people in the cult feared him or feared what he might do if Lord Caius let him off his leash, as he did so often. 

It was a strange thing to be an Altus, a future Magister leashed by another. Cornelius was no fool, he knew it was the only reason Lucretia had not left him to rot in this place. 

"Of course we have to find them first. Come on, theres a secret entrance way through the sewers"

He shrouded himself in the same shadow spell as Phinaria and walked towards the back of the building. 

 

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For a second, when he called her 'Mistress Phinaria', the mage slave felt as if she's been slapped with a metal gauntlet. It brought back memories from a different time, a time when people called her that and she had a family to love, a happy time with her husband and children.

But nights are full of sorrows, not joy, and she had to do her god's will. To drain the life out of her little angels, to slit the throat of her darling Lucretius... She could see their faces now, the faces she usually tried to block out of her mind, and felt sick. Tears were about to well in her eyes.

The mage cut herself again. Not just for the sake of blood magic this time, but mostly to quiet the turmoil of her emotions. She suppressed the pain, boxing it away. She had her mission to focus on. Nothing will stop her from doing Fabius's will.

Her face was expressionless as stone now, and she has not cried a single tear. Whether Cornelius noticed that he was not entering the asylum with the same Phinaria who met him a moment ago she didn't know.

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Something had changed, the taller man noticed it, but he did not question it. Entering this place was enough to cause any tenstion to heighten. He walked through the darkened outlet and came to a iron door, a slight blast of fire magic melted the lock and he opened the door that would lead to a set of stairs into the storage area. 

He put his hand on the door and paused for a moment, a memory as sharp as if it had been yesterday and not twenty odd years ago invaded his mind. 

Standing chained to a wall like a dog whilst being whipped for an indiscretion in his words, hosed with freezing cold water than raped. He shivered at the thought and clenched his other fist willing the image to go, but it would not, the ridicule and loosing what dignity he had left when he came into the place eating away at him and for a moment he felt his knees buckle. 

"No" he hissed "Never again" and willed his iron control to assert itself then pulled open the door. He needed to get to the Administration building but realised this might be a lot harder then he first thought, if this places effect on him was anything to go by now, he had no idea how it was going to affect his lords slave, he barely knew her. 

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The answer to the question Cornelius was asking himself was that this place had no effect on the slave mage. There was telling how Phinaria would feel if she wasn't in this detached state (and could still feel if she'll come out of it while still in the asylum), but as things were the woman felt nothing. All there was within her, was an instinct-like need to complete the mission.

Still, there was a downside to it, namely her inability to even remotely empathise or sympathise with her partner. Fortunately he managed to control his emotions on his own, so they could carry on with the mission.

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Thankfully thier shadow spells hid them until they found the administrator's office, after that a sliver of light broke the spells hold on Cor and he emerged from the shadows. 

He placed his hand against the door and warmed it enough to melt the lock but not set off the alarms. Slipping inside he motioned his companion in and shut the door. He pointed to a cabinet for Phinaria to search "Their names are Akarius and Merasonius." he kept his voice low so that only she could hear him "their parents are followers of the god of beauty and when they both converted to the cloak of our lord, thier parents had them locked up in here." 

He opened the drawers nearest to him and yet listened out for any footsteps coming this way. The files he was searching for were not here, what he found were historical files, one on him and one on her. He looked at Phinaria, ordinarily he would have read her file, but she was Fabius's slave and therefore it was off limits, instead he told her it was here and left it on the side, but morbid curiosity made him read his own file.  

As he read the contents his hatred for the bastards that lived here crew deeper than ever, he knew that it was Caius who had saved him from Lucretia's blade but the way this was worded, it was as if it were just her and that the administrator was doing as the Lady asked. He clenched his fist and had to calm himself, lest he set the file alight. Lucretia may not like him very much but she respected what he did and she would never have let them carry on with what they were doing once Caius had become involved. 

She had left him here for three more months before Caius could arrange for him to be placed under his care. The doctors  had tried to veto it, saying that he was incurable. Well that was all they knew, he didn't want thier type of curing, and all they had done to him had shaped him into what he was now. He regained some composure although it was hard, and asked Phinaria if she had found anything. 

 

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Phinaria didn't stop her searching when Cornelius mentioned their files. Finding out where Akarius and Merasonius were held was more important for the moment. It took a while but eventually she succeeded in finding their files. "Both are kept in the open annex," she informed her partner.

Phinaria remembered that she had spent time there too, although she couldn't remember how long and what happened to her there. And while her experiences in the annex were blurry, she remembered the place itself well. Contrary to what its name suggested, there was no free coming and going to the annex. The only open thing about it was that it was a single great hall with no division to inner rooms, where dozens of patients were kept together with zero privacy. Allegedly, the point was to allowed them to create a mutually therapeutic small community, but in reality it was just very cheap.

Glancing at her own file, she noticed the name on it was "Phinaria Honoria Satinica". It was strange, since this was her maiden name and she was already married when she first came here, but the slave mage didn't stop to wonder about it. There was nothing in the file that Fabius didn't know, and nothing she needed to know but what he told her. In fact, all four files were a liability - exposing the weaknesses of members of their sect to anyone who had them. "We need to destroy these before we go," she told Cornelius, whose magic was more suited for this task.

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