The Black Wolf

He arrived here to get answers, but it soon became obvious that there were none. Everyone assumed Gaius van Baelsar had perished, and had moved on. Recollections of the burning visage of his base to his arrival on the crystalline cliff gave no clues, no signs of who could have transported him from his death.

He finishes his meal, a glower visible on his face as he strode to an isolated spot for a nap. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something important. Some key that would illuminate the how and why he was alive. It was slipping away from him as the days passed, and he had the distinct sense that he may never find out. It gnawed upon him, this mystery, and he was most unhappy about it.

He squats down, back to a stone wall before lowering himself to a sitting position, his sword close by in case some fool dared to disturb his rest. He had not seen his former ward yet. Admittedly, a part of him still wished to see Cid again even though Cid would likely recognize him and most likely have him arrested.

Or perhaps Cid would attempt to convince him to fight for Eorzea since returning to Garlemald was no longer an option. Not if he wanted to stay alive.

He scowls. Though he would like some time to recoup, it was too risky to stay in Revenant’s Toll due to Cid’s presence. He’d have to leave once he had the means to continue traveling. To where, he did not know, but it mattered little.

He closes eyes, welcoming the inky, black embrace of sleep.

He waits, biding his time for some fool to wander close to the resting ex-Legatus. Then, with an ease born from centuries of taking hosts, Lahabrea leaps from Gaius' resting form into his new body. The poor soul within didn't have a chance, and Lahabrea opened the eyes of his new host and grinned nastily.

He’d been too weak to flee properly after being forcibly exorcised from Thancred's body. So in a desperate bid of self-preservation, he had taken Gaius as a temporary host and teleported to the Rathefrost.

He could have stayed in Gaius, possibly tormenting his puppet with his failures, but no. Gaius was old, and Lahabrea had no intention of staying in an old man's body. Not when there were more youthful hosts to take. Not when Gaius had inadvertently destroyed his precious Ultima Weapon.

No. He needed a new host, and the one he'd just taken would do nicely. After the failure he has brought to me and mine, he is fortunate I deigned to salvage his aging husk of flesh. Yet... He crosses his arms, his hand briefly resting under his chin as he contemplated killing Gaius here and now. To rid the stain of his failure and close any loose ends.