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The Past ~Personal History
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Alistair had seen a lot. He had seen his father, a man he had long since admired for his tenacity and loyalty, deteriorate into a heretic spewing propagandist.
When the love faded and there was nothing left for a man to grab on to…what should he have turned to? What should he cling to if humanity had turned its back on him, his father would say. What of Gawd?
To his son, someone working for the House of the Holy, he would ask, why couldn't the others see the hate that showered them all daily with ravaged homes, plagues as widespread as the sunlight and the hypocrisy from the very mouth of the people they coveted for the truth? Yes. /He/ was out to end them all yet no one knew and so he had to quietly suffer all that time alone in darkness. So long did that suffering continue that finally that thin strip that separated him from the psychotic tore completely and blurred his reasoning. He was lost to The House. Lost to the /him/. Oh how they had betrayed him, betrayed his wife. She believed so much in them, believed so much in their words and preached to him the love of a higher being and yet he was struck down by betrayal.
He had fought for this deity, fought in his name and instead of spending what he now considered precious moments with Elisabetha; he was working for The House, praying every night for her safety. Prayers that fell upon deaf ears.
His father had began to feel pity for mortals, began pitying himself. The coil of mortality that had bound him tightly was such a nuisance to him that he could no longer stand to look at his imperfect form and body.
So imperfect. Just so imperfect. Mortals were so imperfect it was killing his father slowly to know that each moment was leading to an end he could already foresee. One so twisted by the appearance of his body alone that he would wake in cold sweats at night to expel the contents of his stomach on to the floor and shudder horribly in his bedroom for hours on end, disgusted by how grotesque and twisted his appearance had caused the scene to look. Just that body, lying there.
Deep Meditation~Title
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He was sick with grief now, sick with loathing and sick with hate. His stomach wouldn't hold the food he scarfed down in earnest so he grew pale and skinny, ribcage stretching out the murky gray of his skin. His face seemed hollowed and drawn out as skin sagged against his finely shaped face. His hair had dried to where barely any of it remained, the last few red hairs clinging to the sides of his head, as brittle as ever.
Bedridden for what seemed ages he had time to think, time to wallow in pain and misery so much so, that eventually an idea was spurred from the cobwebbed mind. It seemed insanity found his heart for the concept of good and evil instilled upon the world around him had disappeared.
It could be said that at first his plan had been a wonderful thing. He had spurred from his bed one morning to sit in his studies and spend endless hours reading by candlelight. He was wrapped in his wife's favorite cloth and the smell of her; the idea of her beauty had furthered the corruption of his mind. For now he was twisting Elisabetha's words into something more horrendous. He twisted her personality to fit his own, to make it so that he had someone to understand him even if it was all a lie. He was looking for a way to defy this deity of theirs. If he were prefect, there'd be no loophole, no way around his word or law. If that were the case then he would admit defeat to his fate and find an end in his bed.
The Real Intentions
Shadow Hearts II OST
However he had found one. The creatures that were the aesthetic beings directly opposed to everything that represented The House. Vampires. They were the blemishes on heavens face. He had decreed that death find all creatures when he chose. Vampires lived on, surpassed the supremacy that was haunting him with the most boisterous of all gloats. Life.
Mathias sat with a grin on his face that day, stained teeth showing through gray pink lips as a decayed breath was released. Mathias was in horrible condition, however he was more then ecstatic to know that he was not to waist the remaining breath he had on this world.
Life was breathed into Mathias as food now stayed down and his body recovered from its previous state. Color refused to brighten his flesh so it stayed a milky white. Alistair should have been happy to come home. He should have smiled brightly seeing that his father had renewed vigor for life, a zest and reason to live.
During the day when Alistair would bring others to visit, people that knew of his fathers previous works and admired him for it, not wanting to see him done in by The House; he wore the most grave of expressions, looking as decayed as possible with false smiles and faked coughing, blue gray eyes exhibiting a man ready to give up at any moment. At night however he was the embodiment of cruelty. His tongue was acidic at the worst of times and completely outlandish at the best. This is the father Alistair knew to be in fact true.
Where had his mind gone? Where had his dreams gone? He was nothing but a vengeful cretin now…
Coming soon~
A simple robe was all that covered Alistair at the moment, the light of the day being shut out by thick dark green curtains. A flaccid hand locked and tangled into his light blue hair as a book was opened up in front of him. He rubbed his temples, thick lashes fluttering closed as sleep gripped his depleted form. However he refrained from answering the call, as, despite just returning home from a raid, he was intent on seeing what his father was up to.
Alistar worked for The House, just like his father once did and his father before but for now he was home, tending to his fathers needs. The Vatican had told him, specifically one Cardinal that his father would be allowed to keep his life if Alistar worked without question to all whims and fancy's.
And Alistar did.
He worked tirelessly. He barely had time for home and his father at this rate, but he continued on. ALISTAIR! ALISTAR! His fathers voice broke his concentration on the book in front of him. ALISTAIR! Come quick now boy! I've done it! Alistair stood and tucked the book under his arm as he ventured into the adjoining room.
Yes father? What have you done now? The man was not all there. He had "done it" everyday since his epiphany some months ago. Father...what is that?
My pride and joy, boy! My pride and joy! He was hobbling around the room with his cane, grin spread wide as he introduced his son to his newest invention.
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Old Smudged Map ~ Map of Europe. Shadow Hearts II OST
Sou de Aru to Negau Kara Red Garden OST
Kojin no Shi Red Garden OST
Baljhet MountainsCastlevania: Curse of Darkness OST
Kanashiki Shukumei Claymore OST
Country ManEscaflowne OST II
Medicine EaterEscaflowne OST II
Mathias Bradford
Age: 67
Alistairs father. Having worked for The House all of his life, he was driven mad by their denial of his wish to visit his sick wife. When she passed while he was gone he renounced his position and spoke ill of The House, lashing out against them and imploring the Mages Association to do them in. In order to save his father's life, Alistair began during secret missions for Selwick, leader of The Sect who in return, official pegged his father as dead so that no one would go after him.
Detailed information on the Sect, The House, Family bloodlines, politcalmumbojumbo that no one actually cares about.