Jizabel sat in his chair, leaning back so he was balancing on only the back two legs. He had just returned from his conversation with Cain. Unknowingly, a small smile graced Jizabel's face, his little half brother Cain.
Though they were connected to each other by Alexis, they really had no outstanding similarities in their looks. Where Cain had midnight hair, a small frame, and a fierce will; Jizabel had light hair, taller frame, and virtually no will of his own. But they did share one thing; a kind heart, unbeknownst to the other, of course. At least until that day; when Jizabel had told Cain the story of his childhood. From his sickness, to how their father "cured" him; using his two older sister's organs to replace his own. To add on to that, Alexis had told Jizabel he would let him see his best friend Snark again, if he finally ate the meat brought to the table, and ended up serving the harmless sheep as their dinner for that night.
Jizabel's heart broke at that moment, and yet he admitted to himself and even Cain that no matter how good they try to become, no matter how much they try to change, their father will always rule their lives. Cain, being as stoic as he was, told Jizabel that they don't have to follow Father's orders, and that he could leave if he wanted. Jizabel played with the word, trying to try it out on his tongue. Leave... he whispered to himself.
Though he hated his father with an unrequited passion, leaving his services or Delilah had never really been an option. "I'm going to stab you through the heart with the same blade. Not for the good of the world...but for myself." Cain's words to their father continued to ring in his ears.
Cain was supposed to be the cursed child, yet looking from the outside, Jizabel couldn't see anything all that terrible. Other than Alexis entering his life again, it was pretty normal. He had good friends, wonderful family, and an adoring butler who would do anything for him, Riff. At times Jizabel wondered if that was what triggered this love/hate feeling he had for his brother; but he knew it wasn't. He wanted to be free; free from his maniacal father, free from the creatures of Delilah, free to roam the countryside and study medicine and live with the animals. Cain knew how to be free.
Jizabel got up from the chair and stood by his window, looking out. His father was gracious enough to offer him the window with the view of the forest. Sighing deeply, Jizabel thought of his father's future plan of bringing all of the citizens to the temple, and have them all kill each other with the dark magic he had accumulated. He knew that Cain would find a way in, and kill Father or die trying; he was positive since his father had the one thing Cain wanted most, Riff.
The death and destruction that day would cause would be written in history for all eternity, or it would be erased from everyone's mind, only a terrible nightmare. Smiling slightly, Jizabel thought of his brother's plight. When the time came, he decided he would help his brother, though the risk of death was almost certain, but he didn't care. His brother would inadvertently help him get what he wanted most out of life, in death.
The ability to be free.