The array of emotions that overtook Castiel entire being was something that couldn’t be described in mere words. So, I will not attempt to try. What I will do is vividly illustrate the quarreling of thoughts that burdened his brain like a sickness. It was maddening really. For centuries, he imagined his sister’s agony; a small fragile being completely demolished by the merciless world around her. It kept him awake at night. It was the reason he stopped sleeping to begin with. The images of her lifeless azure eyes staring up at him, scolding him for not being there, for not protecting her. Her lips pressed against the tip of his nose and his mind went back to the night of her disappearance…the tears spilling from his eyes as he watched his only sister being ripped from her family. Instantly, he pulled away, pushing the memory out of his head as he slowly dropped his hand from her neck. His fingers brushed against his sides as he backed away, his gaze never fleeting.
It took him a minute or two to collect himself, gather his bearings, to speak. He just didn’t know how his world could be crumbling around him in such a short amount of time. Swiftly, the eldest of the Santiago vampires squared his shoulders as he parted his pallid lips slightly. “Welcome home, sister,” he said, formally, maintaining his distance. It was all too much to handle in one sitting. He needed time, time to cope and think and reason. He needed time to accept her. “I will send for a new wardrobe for you and your bedroom is just as you…left it. Seeing as you are without a maid, I will also take the liberty of hiring a butler to be at your beck and call.” He offered a curt bow before quickly making his escape. He moved like the ghost he was, drifting and blending into the shade. A roaring thunder cracked through the ominous sky outside of the castle as Castiel stormed into his study, slamming the door behind him. He completely ignored Tanzy’s presence as he turned on his heels, inhaled, and shot his marble fist out; the stone of the wall crumbling to rubble at his feet. He breathed heavily as he rested his forehead against the cool wall. He inhaled and exhaled rapidly, steadying his emotions, reining them in and hiding them underneath the rest of his misery.
“Leave my room, Tanzy. I am in need of solitude.”
With his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow, Castiel waltzed into the main parlor his marble and gold mask in hand. There was a powerful air that surrounded him, shrouded him in pure unadulterated strength. He looked confident, unconcerned, unperturbed, and completely in control. Elegant fingers caressed the face of his mask, pressing it against his chiseled face and obscuring it from the world around him. The parlor was glittering in gold, crimson, and black, alight, and effervescent in scheme and granger. Castiel was pleased with Demetri’s work thus far. There were merely a few small details to see to. “Demetri,” he sighed, watching his brother speak to the chef in hushed tones. “I presume tonight’s festivities are in order. The ball is to begin when the clock strikes eight, so your time is rather short. Our guests will be arriving soon enough, so pray tell how I may be of assistance, dear brother.”
