//TL;DR: Caesar was going to go visit Haven Island but whenever he remembered his own ritual, he was forced into memories of his parents and now he's coming back to the main island. He's not walking normally though, and his nose is bleeding as well as it being obvious that he had spat out blood from his mouth earlier.

It wasn't often Caesar visited Haven Island, other than to mock the newbies that had gone off to do their own Trial, and honestly he wasn't sure what compelled him to go towards the lonely island today seeing as there weren't anybody experiencing the ritual right now. No... he knew why he wanted to be here; he wanted to see if it was just the spooky island itself that caused paranoia among the Crew or if it was truly the drink that caused the hallucinations, because it definitely wasn't him causing them. Caesar walked along the broadwalk that led to the island, a serious frown on his face as he focused on the sights ahead of him. Memories of his own Entrance Ritual flooded into his mind, and he recalled how absolutely terrifying the experience had been. You'd think he'd have less of an extreme reaction, considering he was a dream demon - something that could control those things, but that's exactly it: he controls them. He doesn't experience them. It was a horrifying experience and quite frankly, Caesar never wanted it to happen to him again. Of course, being the bastard he was, he'd gladly still cause them, assuming he was able to (that power hasn't exactly came back yet).

During the Entrance Ritual, the hallucination he experienced was whenever he set his Dimension to flames, though specifically right before he left the Dimension and saw his parents for the last time. However, unlike what actually happened, the looks in their eyes were of pure hatred, which shocked Caesar. The Officer knew that they hadn't actually been angry at him just as the den collapse; no, if they had been, their looks wouldn't have shook him as much as it did. The looks they actually gave him were of sadness, of hurt. They weren't angry and that surprised Caesar. They should be angry at him, they should've given them the look of hatred they gave him in the hallucination. But no, the reality was they were upset that he had succumbed to his visions and want to kill the King. Caesar didn't understand why, why they weren't just upset. It wasn't even disappointment, just sadness and grief.

Because they no longer knew you. Caesar mentally growled at himself as he trudged along, his tail flicking in irritation at himself. You aren't the Caesar they raised. Funny, how at one point he was a happy, carefree kit who would have been happy if he hadn't had been so jealous of his brother. If Vigenere never gone to the Guard, or Caesar never got jealous of him being Chosen, then none of that would have ever happened. Caesar wouldn't have snuck into a Court meeting and got caught by the Shaman, who in turn spoke of the vision she had, which eventually spread around the Dimension, casting Caesar as an outcast among his fellow Seventh Tier members. If he hadn't gone to the meeting, he wouldn't have felt the urge to slash his claws across the Shaman's face for defaming him and got his System exiled completely, being outcasted from the entire Tier system. But that's exactly what happened... and that wasn't the Caesar his parents raised.

His parents raised a child who had at point been respectful and caring, always ready to defend his System when times got tough. Caesar had always jumped at the chance to protect his mother whenever she went to the market and vowed that he'd stay in contact with Atbash whenever she got sold off and would protect her. But as soon as the Shaman's vision got around to the Seventh Tier, that changed. In fact, the vision itself made Caesar realize how powerful he was and made him believe that he was a god. Knowing that he had an ability to destroy Dimensions (although that ability has since been wiped from him) made him power-hungry. You deserve to be King. That's what he told himself.

But in reality... Caesar is lying to himself and he's lying to The Typhoon. The Officer had such a grumpy attitude to hide the fact that his emotions were toxic, at least to him. Showing remorse for killing others isn't something he should have and yet, he felt it. He regretted killing his parents and the people of his Dimension and absolutely wrecking the rest of his siblings' lives. But the mortals of this Earth feared you if you caused such acts and Caesar had to focus on those to make sure he was happy - at least, that's what he told himself. Caesar told himself that people needed to fear him just so he could distract himself from the reality of his emotions. He didn't want to admit he regretted his actions, he wanted people to believe he was an all powerful being who could end your life that the flick of a paw and feel nothing about it. That's why Caesar acted so gruff around people, because their reactions distracted him from what he truly felt.

The image of his parents' faces still bore into his soul and Caesar collapsed onto the boardwalk, closing his eyes. I'm sorry! He cried mentally, gritting his teeth as he wrapped his tail protectively around him. His body convulsed and he could feel blood rising in his throat as he was forced into thoughts of his past. Black blood occasionally dripped from his nose, though its the blood that rose in his throat is what caused him to collapse. The Officer shook where he laid, flattening his ears before he spat out a small amount of blood. Stop this. He growled at himself again, feeling his body shake. You did what you thought was right. But it wasn't. None of what he did was right, it would never be right! Caesar dug his claws into the boardwalk as his body convulsed again, causing him to spit up another blob of the black substance he knew as blood.

The worst thing about this? Was that he was completely out in the open. Caesar soon remembered where he was at and a moment of panic briefly went through him as he realized that he was out in the open, experiencing this. The demon shakily rose to his paws, ignoring the wave of nausea as he moved. He had to go back to his room, preferably before anybody saw this. Nobody had to see this; that would only cause more fucking problems. Caesar staggered as he walked, his mind whirling as he tried focusing on keeping himself from spitting out blood and getting himself to his room. The Officer probably looked drunk from a distance, but there was no doubt that, once you got closer to him, that he was in pain. From something internally, seeing as there are no external injuries whatsoever - and it's true; all the bleeding was internal, due to stress. Dream demons did that whenever they got to a certain level of stress, but unfortunately Caesar did not know how to control it.

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