[i]Disgusting[/i] was the word going through Caezel's head as he briskly walked at the end of the long path home. He saw the wooden structure through the trees as he considered the events of the previous day after a walk that pissed him off more than it helped.

Angel in the center of town. Angel, human mage and disgusting fairy over the border and let back home by a demon for which the most basic most base obligation would have been to kill off the trespassers. Villagers letting the angel make horrible noise they called [i]music[/i] in the ears of children. It showed a comfort that poked at the core of one of Caezel's worst possible thoughts: Peace.

Peace, where his feeding habits would be frowned upon at best. Peace, where fairies could roam freely. A peace where the Demon King could settle a final score with one he had always suspected, but never proved to be a traitor of the first degree. The last possibility more than... well, not more than fairies, but most else concerned him. War made the Demon King obliged to spend his resources elsewhere. Peace would allow him to do other things... such as hunt Caezel down. That could not happen.

In fact, Caezel decided, there could only be a single option for ensuring that didn't happen. He would have to personally escalate things. He wasn't sure how far he would get, but he could at least see what he could do in the meantime.

He knew of a certain phantom he could follow. He had followed the phantom before, in fact, though never too far - he had indirectly shown Caezel the route to the light's castle and a quick and safe one for a vampire at that. This time, Caezel supposed, the phantom would take him all the way to his destination. What happened after would be a question he would answer when the time came.

He arrived at his home and went into the massively crowded hut, filled with scrolls, potions complete and in the making, and various other items stuffed into a room magically extended slightly... with the extensions further filled with tables of potions affixed to the tables with a custom sticky substance and a large, old torn armchair. From the armchair he pulled a dark grey cloak, and from surrounding tables he stuffed a mixture of potions into a pouch which he added next to the blade on his waist, and covered the setup with his cloak.

He wouldn't stand idly by and watch as the way of things fell apart anymore.

[center][h3]2 Hours[/h3]
[i]And not just a little bit of stalking later...[/i][/center]


Caezel watched as the phantom "passed" the two unsuspecting guards, staying behind as a cloaked figure facing away from the sun. He had gotten there without much trouble, with minimal burn and annoyance, empowered by potent chemicals of suggestion he had taken along the way to ensure he wouldn't turn back. The whole situation had gone even better than he expected - the phantom brought him to the castle and opened the way.

Of course, he wasn't one to miss a perfect opportunity to feed before he followed.

He spotted the young guard and thought [i]I had best have a snack before I enter[/i] even as the older guard ran to the alarm...

[b]A Messy 5 Minutes Later[/b]

Blood dripping from his mouth and the covered blade in his hand, Caezel stepped over the guard's bodies and followed the trail of ice

He followed the Phantom down the halls of the castle, blade dripping slowly at his side as he walked almost like a second phantom behind the real one. He figured his best course of action would be to follow the phantom... and seize the opportunity to do much more when it arose. Caezel had in his grasp an opportunity he had been seeking for two thousand years, and he would take it.

Even if - no, especially if - it meant he could feed on more exotic prey while doing so.

[@Gate Keeper]
[color=silver][i]{A slightly hasty writing, sorry if I ended up going a little below my personal standard ^.^}[/i][/color]