Castorice didn't know how it happened, but suddenly one day, she fell in love.
Aidonia was a holy city worshipping the Titan of Death, Thanatos, and eternal snow surrounded the entire landscape. Coldness and loneliness were natural occurrences present in her life. Having been living in the frozen wasteland, she was accustomed to being burdened by being alone.
A mere touch from her could allow one to cross the barrier of the River of Souls and directly face death. The city didn't give her a sense of belonging but merely a tool and envoy for the Hand of Shadow.
Death was the only thing that walked along her shadow, as an excutioner and the Maiden of War for Aidonia, she wasn't allowed to have such feelings but every breath she took, every memory she saw of him...It only brought a sense of longing towards her.
A moment she would never forget in her hundred of years living in this world.
It was one day as the snow drifted into this bone-etched city. Her gloved hand descended onto an old man...He was an Ascetic who endured the harsh coldness and faithfully worshiped the Titan.
His eyes closed as his life was gently embraced back into eternal slumber, and patches of decay consumed his body until he was nothing but floating dust.
Just as Death was important to Aidonia...Life was just as crucial as Death. The passing of a soul was not the end but a passing to the River of Souls. To seek the blessing of Death, one must cherish life to the fullest.
Castorice thought it would bring a sense of fulfillment doing this duty, but all it brought to her was emptiness and dejection.
She glared at her hands with utter disgust. 'Why was I born this way? Why does fate grant me this Destiny of not being able to feel or touch the warmth of someone else? Even when I was giving her a chance to embrace her...She was already taken by the age of time.'
Her thoughts ended abruptly as she had to continue her work as the Maiden of War and the Servant attending to the Hand of Shadow Thantos. Her eyes filled with a bleak death...But there was hope in her heart that one day, she may embrace someone.
The passing of time was apparent as the sun started to wane and descend below the horizon. A Dusk that the Eye of Twilight would find pleasing.
Castorice exited the ritual hall where various of Ascetics were doing their finishing prayer, clothed in a simple robe that covered their face and body in a shadow that fitted them. As she walked past them, their eyes stared at her with different emotions.
Revere as her status, fear at her power, envy because of her power, and lastly, contempt at her indifference. The Maiden's expression was blank as she moved along, not wanting to stay in a place full of score and a sickly coldness that pierced into her body.
Once out into the open, her eyes stared at the familiar scene of the sky filled with lights of hope. When she was little, she would connect each spec of light to form a constellation...Big Moby, Laze De Fo, and Per Astra were some names she came up with.
"Excuse me, Miss? Is this Aidonian?" An alluring voice called out to her; it was crisp, soft, and pleasing to hear...If she were to listen to it thousands of time she wouldn't be deterred.
'What am I thinking?'
Her mind cleared up from the sudden crude thoughts that intruded her brain. The voice was foreign to her ears, so she assumed it was a Traveler making their way through to their endpoint.
She set her eyes down from the stars onto the approaching person who asked her the question. Her eyes widened at the appearance of a young man wearing a magician's outfit.
Castorice was immediately stunned by him; his face was perfectly crafted, and even the Titans would lust and be fond of him. The curves of his body were outlined by the tight outfit, his emerald eyes bringing a charming delight and his sun-kissed blonde hair bringing a light that outshined the stars.
Numerous onlookers took one single glance and were memorized by his looks...Both the man and woman have depraved thoughts upon seeing the magician's appearance. The Asectics' faith in the Titan of Death momentarily shook, but they held themselves back and just stared at him. They bit their lips and recited the holy teachings of Thantos to shake off these thoughts.
The Holy Maiden of Aidonan, Castorice, couldn't even breathe as she took a moment to engraved this into her soul...Death at this moment was charmed beyond comparison. It wouldn't be surprising if entire concepts and abstract ideas would be entraced by his charm.
"Are you okay, Miss? Would you like some candy? I heard most Aidonians have low blood sugar." He asked her.
She took a quick moment to compose herself...She didn't want to embarrass her in front of the pretty man.
Castorice's gloved hands clipped onto the hems of her white dress as she lifted it up a bit and bowed to the gentleman.
"This is indeed, Aidonan...Welcome, Mister." A well thought first impression that Castorice planned.
"Oh, is this some cultural greeting? I'll return the favor...Miss." He gently bowed toward hers, and such a sight brought a tent of crimson flushing her face.
"Would you like me to give you a tour of the place...Mister?"
"It's Merlin, or you can call me Lin, and no, it's kinda my style to explore a new place blind in the first place. Thanks anyway for the offer."
'Was I not charming enough?' Castorice thought to herself...She was sure most of Aidonan found her quite beautiful and overheard that if she wasn't cursed with Death, many would have courted her.
"Eeep!"
Sudden warmth filled her hands as a soothing hand made contact upon her fingers...Merlin's figure drew closer to her, deathly touched, but nothing happened; it was as if Death was Charmed itself.
"Since you're the first person to greet me, I have this blanket I made...It's got this cutsey art of flowers on it. Enjoy it, Dear!"
A soft hand patted her hand, and he suddenly left to who knows where.
Castorice was stunned, unable to process the moment...He was about to touch her.
'He can touch me. He can touch me. He can touch me. He can touch me.'
A sudden heat bubbled up within Castorice's core, and she felt a warm dampness flooding her undergarments. It was apparent...She got wet with love.
A/N: Happy April Fools...I am using this as my catalyst for Castorice, but don't worry if you see this as Non-Canon because, as of 2036, Otto will descend upon Amphoreus and bring about the Apocalypse.
As for why Castorice was acting up...The Charm of a Sequence 0 Demoness can Charm even the Gods, and even a glance at their silky hands can petrify a King of Angels into having their primal thoughts awaken...While this strange Magician suppressed his.