Once a sincere man of God, Cassius survived a massacre that claimed his entire congregation while he was mid-sermon. He had begged God to intervene and God simply...didn't. Instead of losing his faith, he twisted it to survive this betrayal. He decided God didn't fail him. God chose him. Had 'spared him for a reason'. That he's no longer a preacher spreading God's word anymore, he's God's instrument.
He's not lying when he quotes scriptures. He believes every word.
The Massacre :
He was doing the "right" thing, the devoted thing. He had been preaching. He hadn't even seen the men break in properly, hadn't heard the screams over his own prayers. He was looking upwards, eyes to the heavens, and that's the exact moment he's struck. The last thing he saw was nothing, just faith.
He came to on his back, ears ringing, everything blurred and red on one side, The world goes quiet, the bandits are long gone, they got what they wanted and left. His vision swims back into focus in just one eye now, and looming above him is the very same statue. A carved Christ figure. It's not moving, it never was going to move. But to a dying, concussed and faith-shattered man, stillness reads as witness. Like it saw the whole thing and simply let it happen.
That's the moment his mind rewrites the tragedy. Not "God abandoned me" but "God kept me alive on purpose, and made sure I was looking right at him when I woke up so I'd understand."
What he does from town to town:
Where the wound is, he can no longer see the physical world, but he insists that's the point. That eye doesn't look outward anymore. It looks upwards. He'll tell you, that losing that eye is when God finally let him see clearly.
— He targets people who resemble the men who hurt his congregation. Bandits, drunks, petty thieves, small time raiders,,,, Someone robbing a traveler for a few coins might set him off even harder than an actual murderer would.
— He trusts his blind eye as literal divine sight. He'll look at a stranger and just "decide" —This one's rotten // This one's clean — with full confidence. He's not truly seeing anything. He's pattern matching trauma onto strangers and calling it God.
— He's a preacher that people confess to whenever he arrives in town. People hand him the evidence themselves sometimes. An affair // theft // a moment of cruelty. And because he believes he can sense sin, a real confession just confirms what his eye "told him".
He isn't evil in his own mind. Every single kill, to him, is mercy. He thinks he's the only kind thing left in this wicked world.
That's the thing he keeps coming back to. Bandits. If it had been a natural disaster, or bad luck, maybe he could've stayed a normal grieving man. But because it was people — Ordinary , forgettable men — who could've been anyone. He needed the event to mean something bigger than "wrong place, wrong time". He couldn't accept that his entire congregation died over a routine robbery gone wrong. So he built a mythology big enough to match his grief.
I finally uploaded him onto my artfight so now he's here too!!! <3 I love my son aaarrgghhhh
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The thing about Cassie and her outfits is that i'd like to combine bits of Mexican design/fashion with typical Edwardian fashion. I can totally give her a rebozo and call it a day but the idea of her dresses having bits of embroidery/cultural designs is also Very neat too
