#cavalli plot

Once again, another fell into his trap. Humanity was beautiful thing, he thought in his elation of the moment. He was free, forever broken from the story tellers grasp. He was his own person now, and in charge of a body that allowed him to feast, once again. 

Yet, the body still rejected him. Memories plagued him of a past not of his own. Weak emotions tugged at his mortal body. Specifically towards a woman in particular. A sweet thing that shared a common interest in beebies. He hissed at the thought as he slowly wiped a stain off his chin. He needed to end the last sinew of connection tethering him. He hated to be caged and under the influence of others. 

Slowly he walked to his clothes he neatly sat aside to pull them on. Only to pause before a mirror to look at his body. The vision before him making him smile as he admired the flesh. Long ago he possessed another before the story tellers chains wrapped around his neck and dragged him to a dark cage. Reaching up he traced a hand over the soft skin of his arm only to wince. Despite the body being in good condition he was growing to a point where the mortal flesh was not able to contain the pilot in control. With the world abounding with magic and his own insatiable tastes for it he grew beyond the confines of his body. Yet it still held some degree of usefulness for now. 

He needed one last feast before he was able to fully step unto his own and he had a devil of a plan. He threw on his clothes as he put action unto thought. It was quite simple really, he knew of two Bellisario women who had some degree of interest in his body, specifically Marissa and Belle. The latter being more easy to manipulate. He recognized the emotion pulling him towards one of them that the previous helmsmen had for Marissa, something he would pry into for his own gain. 

Stepping out of his victims house into the warm night air he set his foot towards the Bellisario estate, under one arm he a book with a certain fairy tale and a host forever trapped inside. With one stone he would take three birds before being set free and to evolve. The excitement of finally being free kept his step light and even he began to whistle. Under the full moon he walked casting a ominous shadow as he walked. In the distance behind him a mortified scream called out and after a few minutes rushing past him Seraph towards the scene of the crime. 

“Good luck fellows...I think we will be seeing you again soon.” he coo’d after them. 

He woke again, the same tired feeling of not enough sleep and the sudden weight of the world. He reached over to the bed beside him to feel it empty and cold. 

He gave a moment to take a breath and steel himself once again. For he knew this story, all to well in the past months, or years. He stood up and found his clothes. It never changed, it was always where he left it no matter where he left them. Yet he moved onward drawn to a conclusion set well in advanced. 

He was slated to wake up and find his love, but not the one he loved. There was another outside the story, that only he saw in the most clear of moments.  She had a beautiful smile, and bright eyes. He remembered the faintest of touches and how she smelled when they briefly were close. 

The events played out as they always did, he would go into his job. Learn of his missing wife, and later in the day hunt down a lead that would ultimately lead to his death. He did not know how many times this had replayed only a vague notion he had done this before. He was not all in control of his actions, like he was a puppet in a script. He was growing weary, the fabric of his mind unraveling around him, only combated by the ever intensifying need to see her face once more. He was losing himself, but as he did more he dreamed of her and more the story shoved him to his untimely end. \