March 5th 2014

Subject: Cavan Dolan


Cavan is hunched over in a pit that he has been digging for several hours. A simple wooden cross with the words "The Magus" carved onto it lies beside the hole, having been cast aside.


Cavan grumbles and curses under his breath, positioning the shovel he had bought before coming out to this place, and placing his foot firmly ontop of it before throwing his weight down ontop of it. The shovel barely moved and there was a soft 'thunk' as he hit something hollow. Cavan grinned, a glint in his eye, as he began quickly digging around the object buried beneath him, eventually throwing the shovel to the side to dig away at the sides with his bare hands.


Several minutes later he grunts and heaves the box out of the hole, before crawling out after it. He grabs the shovel and fits the lip just under the lid of the casket that he has unearthed. With a single push of the shovel he manages to crack open the lid enough to get his fingers beneath it. He struggles for a moment before, with inhuman strength, he pries the lid open with only his hands, throwing pieces of splintered wood behind him. He freezes as he sees what is in the casket... or more precisely what is not. The casket lies empty, the only thing to show that the casket contained anything in the past is a red patch of a blood stain left behind by the corpse that used to be buried in it.


Cavan's eyes twitches before he grips the side of the casket and begins screaming in rage. 
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
NO!!! THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE! THEY KNEW IT WAS HERE! THEY DIDN'T MOVE IT!!! MY LORD WOULD HAVE KNOWN! I-I CAN'T- EVEN-FUCKING-GOD DAMN IT!!! 
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
With a splintering snap he breaks several of the boards off the side of the casket, ignoring the bloody splinters embedded in his hands.


He is there beside Cavan. A heaviiiness innn thee air. Evvveeerrry ttthhhooouuuggghhhttt slowiiing to a cccrawl befooore his terrible rage. Ouuut from his lllimbs spill forth tendddrilsss, ttthrashing abooout, almost without pppurpose. HHHe lashes out at Cavan, leaviiing a long, black, jagged split up his spine. MMMore quick movements, slamming Cavan against the broken casket in rage before he tosses the broken body against a nearby tree and disappears.


Cavan sobs through broken teeth, and a shattered jaw, blood pooling in his lungs as his vision clouds, his form shuddering as death reaches out for him. You deserve to die... but...


Another form, tall, but not thin, large antlers atop a narrow head, appears before him, laying a hand on his battered body, and they both vanish. You have uses yet.