@urociion
Years ago, something was born into the world that shouldn’t of existed. Something akin to magic, or demons to most. The entity, the spirit, the parasite or the demon. He could be many things, none of them with easy answers.
This entity had abilities that an organisation found interesting, with great potential. Capheus...was perfection to those that saw him. People used to see him as a God for his power, a deity...now that time has passed on into legend. Yet the myth lives on to this day. Sometimes as different people, or as a cult following.
Now, his true form was weak and he needed a host. The perfect one had tripped and fallen straight into Talons hands.
A Blackwatch operative, full with internal pain and memories of hardship was the perfect host. Well...as good as it got. Talon broke the man down to his very center, to prove if he could handle Capheus. Talon had researched his background from their informant. His name was Ruben Sanders, codename Van Gogh. An acrobat assassin, it appeared by his body type.
He fought against the procedures at first. Kicking and screaming like a damned child until they had to put a blindfold over his eyes and a cloth gag in his mouth.
Capheus waited for his host to be ready in his metal container, he was prepared. Though he didn’t personally enjoy how he was held down, how barbaric.
After months of conditioning his brain for him, he stopped struggling, he stopped screaming, he went quiet, totally and utterly quiet. They even considered if they even needed restraints as he went limp most of the time on the table, staring off into what seemed like void...
The last thing he looked at, was the women’s face...like the eyes of a dying animal begging for mercy. His bright green eyes pleading, begging to stop the pain with deepest sincerity. As he was being strapped to the table, unrecognisable from when he first came in. His face blank and his head turned to the side looking at her. He didn’t speak, all had been said through his eyes...
Until they turned black. That is.
After, Capheus went onto serve Talon as an advisor at the council table. An operative also in his time, his powers an asset to Talon. The fact that he wasn’t human wasn’t an issue, there was already an omnic there and whatever the man in the owl mask was. So surely a demon would be no surprise.
The man in the owl mask did hold a stare at him at some points...most points. When he’d discuss matters of missions with him, he’d sometimes talk about his host Ruben. He’d ignore, but his questions never did cease.
His hosts face was paler, his hair dimmed down to a unsaturated brown and his eyes as black as night. Until now, years after the procedure to bond him to his host was over. He hasn’t properly aquatinted himself with Fox, he’d spoken with her before but now. Something compelled him to speak with her. Ruben was left inside him...his soul couldn’t be destroyed, so he pushed him down with. Though at most points Ruben still fought back on his control with left his hands and legs shaking violently at times. A spontaneous groan or an immense feeling of dread.
He wouldn’t admit it, he was still fighting for control.
He knocked on her office door, “Fox? A moment if you mind?”
