The Devil
Honour, faith, duty. Once, Caius was a mortal beholden to such chains like any other, serving as a dutiful cog in the well-oiled machine of the Church as one of its Silver Talons. Now, after having been bested by the Queen of the Night after a rather ambitious duel, Caius finds havoc wreaked upon both mind and body by burial rites failing to keep his rest eternal. He is both a mere shadow of the man he once was and a mere mockery of the beast he could have been, with both forces strangling him in their contest for control. However, despite being reduced to the state he is in today; bound in burning holy silver and tormented by a dark curse, Caius has never felt more free. Hundreds of years had passed since the faith he fought for faded into history. Hundreds of years had passed since mortals last cared to fear the night. The Internet is here now, and there, he gets to simp for toxic women from the safety of behind a screen rather than in the thick of it risking his literal neck for them. Caius is free. Kinda.