Cornelius DeHavlin

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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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Cor tucked the files under his cloak, he would burn them alright, but only when they had found who they were looking for. The Annex, they had never let him in the Annex. More often then not he was held in his "room" for his own protection they said, who did he need protecting from? it was more for thier protection he suspected. 

Although he had matured to the point now that he could hide his murderous nature, as a young man he could not. He frowned a little as he recalled killing a orderly. The man had tried to touch him and he was not having it. So he stabbed him in the eyes and his dick, amazing how much damage a plastic fork could do when used with the right amount of force. 

Of course none of this ever left the Asylum, it would not do for the family of the then young Alitus to know what barbarity had hit thier grandson. Well his grandfather might well have allowed them but his grandmother most certainly would not have. If she had known what they had done to him in here...He shook his head of the thoughts. She did not know and he had never told her. 

So no he had never been to the Annex but he let Phinaria lead him, she obviously knew where it was, at the moment he was struggling to keep his mind stable and not fracture. It was a mistake coming here. He should have let someone else deal with this. this was placing his mind back to the darker place and the demon within chattered hungrily in the back of his mind. 

Going into the Annex he saw the ones he sought, but as for a community this was nothing like it. Some were too drugged to even know what day it was let alone the time, Some had shit themselves or pissed themselves, thier "protectors" too busy playing dice or cards to care about thier needs. 

 

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Phinaria didn't care about any of the other patients, walking straight towards Fabius's students as soon as Cornelius found them. One poor man tried to get in her way. The mage slave didn't even turn to look at him - she just sucked the life right out of him magically, not stopping for even a second. Unfortunately, when they reached them, it was obvious that Akarius and Merasonius have both been heavily medicated with drugs that made them sleepy.

"Should we find the biggest guy here and use magic to make him carry them?" she asked, open to better suggestions.

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Cor crouched down and looked at each of the students of Master Fabius, he clicked his fingers and they opened thier eyes. He knew that glazed look and shook his head. Their minds had been broken, even if they got them out of here, they would be useless to the Cult. Useless to Caius, Lucretia, she would have them put down for such a thing. 

"Their minds are gone" he stood up, He doubted very much that Lucretia would tolerate more madness in her cult and as good as Fabius was he really did not think even he could bring them back "They tried that on me, to recondition me to be a more productive member of the Imperium" he showed her the marks on the sides of thier heads "labotamised by magic. Even if we get them out of here they will be no good to anyone. I doubt Lucretia would entertain the idea" 

He clenched and unclenched his fists. This place needed to burn and he was loosing the battle to control himself. He wanted the Administrator dead, everyone in here dead an then he was going to find the parents of these two souls and kill them as well. 

He began to shake from head to toe as one part of his mind screamed order and the other screamed revenge. "Suggestions?" he almost growled. 

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"If they are of no use to my master and cannot be helped, there's only one thing left for us to do for them," she said.

Although her voice was void of emotion and she wasted no time beginning to cast the spell, Phinaria didn't forget for a second that these were her master's students. There was any other choice, however, but to euthanize them both.

When she killed that man before, she yanked the life right out of him violently. But now as she drained out Akarius and Merasonius's life, Phinaria did so gently and with great care. Just as when she killed her children in their sleep...

Remembering broke the detached state she was in. And as the mage felt the last heartbeat leave the bodies of Fabius's students, the wave of emotions made her break down sobbing.

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As if on a domino effect, Phinara's breakdown caused the pale skinned giant to unravel. 

The illusion slipped from his face, his features contorted into something altogether darker and evil. His mind fractured, unable to distinguish between what he should be doing and what he wanted to do. 

He was going to burn this place to the ground, kill everyone in it and sacrifice them to the dark god, the true old god and it would be glorious.  He rested a hand on the woman's shoulder "I am going to kill them all, i am going to sacrifice them to our lord, if you want to be around then i would welcome the help" his voice already deep seemed to take on a darker tone and cadence "they will pay for this, each and everyone of them" 

He took his dagger from its sheath and an insane glint hit his eyes, this place tortured him, and now he would torture them

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Broken and crying, Phinaria barely even heard Cornelius at first. She was too consumed by her endless pain to care.

But it was only for the briefest of moments. Even as her "normal" sad self, the mage was still as always her master's wholly loyal servant. Wiping her tears, she followed Cornelius and grabbed his arm. "No," she said, her voice still broken with grief but nevertheless determined, "That is not our mission. We must report back to my master. There is nothing for us here."

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He snarled and shook his hand free, "Should we let them do that to more?" he seethed "More like us, who do not fit into society norms! They drink and eat thier fine foods, paid for by the families of those souls in there too damn ashamed to admit to such lunacy in thier families?" He shook from head to toe "This place is an anathema, it haunts my dreams it cannot stand don't you see that?"
 

He couldn't understand, why could she not understand?

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Refusing to let Cornelius go, Phinaria's arms hugged the taller man. Crying into his chest, she pleaded, "I know what they've done to you was terrible. I had it better, but I know how awful they can be. But people like me, and there are other people here like me... We can't handle it out there on our own. I've begged to come here, I hated my family for wanting me as I am... This place is monstrous, but it brought me to my master. And maybe one day, he can help these people. But if you burn it all down, then there's hope for them, and all you'll do is risk revealing that we were here."

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If it had been anyone else holding him like this, he might well have thrown them aside, but because of who she was and who her master was he was stayed. 

Awkward as it was for him and somewhat stiffly he put his arms round her. She was not deserving of his wrath and he calmed down "As you say Phinaria" He finally said. 

The secrecy of the cult had to be preserved above everything else and he had heard of Fabius's wrath, being an Altus or otherwise would not save him from that. "Once Magister Fabius has been alerted to this, i will find that doctor and i will punish him for this, but...but not these souls" He let his arms fall and stepped back so she could calm herself. He needed to calm his own self first. 

He had held his dagger so tightly that the keen edges of the hilt had cut into his hand drawing blood. he looked down, sheathed his dagger and taking a hankie from his jacket he wrapped it around his hand. 

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Phinaria nodded, and the two mages each tried to calm down again. 

It took a moment of breathing exercises she learned from her master, but the slave eventually managed to calm herself without "detaching" again. The pain was still there, but it it didn't control her anymore.

She looked at Cornelius, to see how he was doing and whether he was ready to go, her eyes filled with empathy and sadness.  

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Cor let her lead the way, the urge to slit each and everyone of theirs throats was too powerful and he knew he would have to do something to sate the murder lust. He would take the woman back to Fabius and then go sate his revenge elsewhere. 

He hand clenched and unclenched, his insanity telling him to go back, finish what they came here to do. He stopped once they were outside and setting the historical files on them on the ground he willed the fire to come and consume those words. At least that part was closed, if he couldn't burn this place down then he would go pay those two cultists of that damn beauty god a visit and damn their high priestess too if it came to it. He wasn't thinking straight and when he got like his he rarely did.

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