SINGUR — DEATH

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Caesar could relate to wanting to do more with your life. Ever since he had been born, he had been taught to work in his father's field. It just what you did in the Seventh Tier; males were farmers, it was just fact. Rarely they were Chosen to be apart of the King's Guard, but that honor had been given to the oh-so great Vigenere. Caesar remembered the day he got Chosen, and how he had practically been whisked away by the Guard. He remembered feeling anger. Jealously. Betrayal. Vigenere was the oldest between the siblings, he should have been there for them. It should have been me. Caesar reflected on that time. It really should have been him joining the Guard. He was more strategical than Vigenere (or so he believed, anyway).

But then one day, when Caesar was sneaking around the higher Tiers, the Shaman caught him. Caesar remembered the odd, hypnotic stare she gave him, like she was studying him. And she was, as Caesar soon learned. The Shaman had a vision of the future, of the time he set the Dimension to flames and killed the King and his Court. Rumors quickly spread across the Tiers, soon reaching the ears of the members of the Seventh Tier. The rumors spoke of how powerful Caesar was and how he should be feared. Should be distrusted. And that made him pissed. Members of the Seventh Tier stared ignoring the Cipher System, but most of all, him. They avoided his gaze, avoided talking to him. Caesar hated it. He wanted the attention his brother got. The fame his brother got. And it seemed like Caesar got the exact opposite of what he wanted.

So what did Caesar do? Hunt down the Shaman and attempt to attack her. But of course, she had already predicted this and by the time Caesar went to attack her, she was ready. The Shaman easily defeated him and the Guard captured him, dragging him to the King. Caesar remembered spotting Vigenere in the Court, and could tell that his brother was confused by what was going on. The King didn't take very long to come outside of his Throneroom, and quickly dismissed Vigenere from the King's Guard and promptly send him and Caesar to the dungeons. A day later, he and the rest of his family was exiled, escorted to the outer reaches of their Dimension.

Caesar hated being in the outer reaches of the Dimension. It was cold and dark, and he wasn't in any power. Nobody knew him. But he had grown used to the fear people felt when they were around him, and he had grown to crave it. Caesar eventually started finding other exiles and began conspiring with them to end the King and destroy the Dimension. And that's exactly what he did. Caesar killed the King, set his home Dimension on flames and left it to rot. He barely escaped with his siblings, and he didn't escape with the people he conspired with. But Vigenere and Atbash dismissed him, claiming he was too lost for them. Vigenere threatened Caesar, and Caesar, not wanting to be killed, ran off and ended up here on Earth.

And now comes the present times. Caesar still craved the fame and power he felt during those last moments of having control over Dimension FiveX. And he was slowly rising in the ranks of The Typhoon, slowly working his way to Captain, slowly getting to the place he wanted most. It was great. Caesar liked the way it felt having authority over others, even if most Crewmates didn't particularly like or listen to them. He wasn't Captain just yet, so they weren't obligated to listen to his every word. But oh, once he reached that position, they will. They will learn to heed his warnings.

As always, Caesar was up at night. He didn't really do much other than conspire and plot about things in the night, or on his bad days, tear apart his room at night. Tonight wasn't one of his bad nights, luckily, but he was starting to lose his temper upon learning that both of his siblings were here, on the same Earth as him, and that they dared to stay away from him. It was disgusting. They should be with him. He was clearly more powerful than them, even with his powers being taken away. They should be on his side. Caesar threw a pillow across the room, letting out a snarl at himself. He should have captured them while he had a chance.

Caesar stormed out of his room, making his way towards the beach in hopes of getting out of feeling trapped in the ship. Being outside would help calm his anger, believe it or not, and maybe killing some prey would ease his feeling of wanting to tear everybody apart. But Goldenluxury's cries stopped him in his tracks, and the demon's ears pricked, trying to catch what she was saying. "Pincher's hurt!" What? At first, Caesar didn't believe her. Sure, he knew most people here weren't invincible, but Pincher was the Captain for the star's sake. He shouldn't just let himself be injured like that. Caesar ran over to where Pincher and Goldie was, gritting his teeth at how fucking disgusting the wet sand felt on his paws.

By now, the sun had started to rise and Caesar could clearly see the wound on Pincher's chest, and the demon's eyes widened with shock. Sure, he didn't feel any pain or worry, and certainly didn't care much about the fact that Pincher was dead, but it still shocked him to see the Captain like this. The Captain was supposed to be their leader. He was supposed to be the one leading them, the one who was supposed to be neigh-invincible. Slowly Caesar's shocked look turned into his normal monotonous one as he watched Goldie sob over Pincher's body. He didn't understand why she was so upset, but whatever. "You need to move." The Officer growled at Goldie, his tail tip flicking with irritation. "We've gotta dispose of his body at some point." Sure, Pincher had just died and Caesar wasn't too caught up on The Typhoon's traditions to know of the funerals they had, but this was mostly Caesar just being a dick. Goldenluxury shouldn't have been that close with her father, anyway. He was bound to die at some point, even if Caesar believed he should be near impossible to kill. He was mortal. Of course he was going to die.

#psychosocial.