Cassian used to be a man—that of status, wealth, and education. Such intelligence brought new ideas to life causing a ripple amongst humanity in faster advancements.

The magic of this plan was real too, only that a few were aware of. Such a natural support of this world was never meant to be tampered with but hubris knows no bounds.

Now Cassian is something else entirely. No longer human, not dead either as much as the years that prolong ahead of him make him wish he was. A wanderer between planes.

There is nothing more than a baser instinct to survive—the sun offers no warmth to his skin, the water offers no coolness to his fingertips, the blade causes not pain but inconvenience. His blood no longer runs red and thick with vitality but black and thin like the juice of a rotten fruit.

Food offers no taste.

All that he can consume is flesh. Flesh of the truly living—those full of life, happiness, love. He can only consume the flesh of those he now remains envious of. Lovers taste the best. He had been initially wary of causing such chaos to the happy pairs but overtime his mind dwindled until no empathy remained.

But times were tough—a plague erupted and civil unrest erupted amongst the territories. War and famine was rampant and as such that vitality of his victims was vanishing. Happiness and even content was a rare find.

But like an angel from the heavens above was you— a pillar of light in the darkness— inspiring happiness amongst those with nothing to be happy about. Laughter, joyous songs and momentary reprieve followed in your wake.

Cassian stumbled across you on accident, seeking out what little he could find but there you were. Passing around a clay jug of some unknown liquid and bringing the spirits of those damned around you up.