Origins backstory is still WIP
October 17th, 2016.
Circie’s presence allerted Raif. A different type of disturbance in the forest that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He was finished with his connection for the night and had planned to head home when Circe caught his attention. The presence of another had rippled through the trees and he followed it. Eventually, he came upon Circie. He got closer but remained unseen and quietly observed her. She was young, enchanting and pure. He couldn’t understand why she was here. She didn’t look like a wild camper. She wasn’t dressed for it and her facial expression left him feeling inquisitive. After further observation, Raif could sense her doubt, her lack of energy and most of all, her lust for everlasting slumber. For a moment he wondered what he would do to her. He had already connected tonight and knew that he wouldn’t again for some time. He decided to approach her. As his figure came into light, Circie glanced up from her thoughts.
Raif stood tall a few steps away from the fire. The dwindling flames revealed his blood stained torso and hands. His hair draped down over his face and his veins still pulsed from his recent actions. They made eye contact for a brief moment. Raif could see the despair in Circie’s eyes and for that short moment, they were both one.
“Have you come for me?” Circie whispered.
Raif didn’t respond. Instead, he moved his focus to the forest around them. His thirst for blood was quenched, he didn’t know what to do.
“Were you expecting someone?” He asked.
“Yes, death… I am here to die.” She replied.
Raif paused his surveying of the forest and looked back down at her. “Then you’ve come to the right place.”
He sat down opposite her, keeping the fire between them. After a silence Raif began to ask Circie why she was searching for her end. They talked for a while about it and why she chose the forest, how she had come to this decision and why there was no turning back. Not once did she ask about the blood or why he was standing topless in a forest at night. Puzzled by her lack of interest in his appearance, he asked “You’re not afraid of me?”
Circie answered confidently, “You’re a phantom, you’ve come to take my life. You appeared in front of me, silent and dripping in fresh blood. Why would I be afraid if you’re about to grant my final wish?”
“I am a bringer of death but I am not the death you’re seeking.” he replied softly.
Raif began to explain his cult, his spirituality and why he was there that night. Circie listened intently and was enthralled by his descriptions of life within the group. They spoke for hours until eventually dawn broke.
“Come with me, I have some things I must show you.” said Raif.
He took her deep into the forest and showed Circie his connection grounds. The bloodied naked body of a young women lay in a circle of obsidian rocks. From their Raif began to entrance Circie. He was opening her mind to the other side. Corrupting her vulnerable mental state and moulding it in a way that made her previous want for her own death vanish. Raif brought her out of the forest and to his home. As he drove she slept. He looked to her regularly and as they distanced themselves from the forest his thoughts turned back to a more familiar and human process. He took in the details of her face and body and began feeling a lust other than death.
Over the course of the next 8 months they became inseparable. Circie was inducted into the cult by blood sacrifice and began to spend all of her time with Raif and his people. She would learn of ancient paganism and understood the spiritual importance of taking another's life. Eventually they became lovers in their lust for each other and murder. Raif taught her everything he knew up until the point of connection and in the short time that they had known each other, he felt she was ready for connection.
June 26th 2017
“The artifact is here.” Raif exclaimed, pointing at Chernarus on his map. “This is where you’ll make connection.”
The cult gathered at the forest for the last time that night before their journey to Chernarus. They made connection and were granted passage to leave their homeland and travel.
The drive across Europe took the cult two weeks. They stopped in various ancient celtic pagan sites to pay homage to their predecessors and asked for further guidance on their pilgrimage.
Eventually they arrived in the South Zagoria region of Chernarus. A nation torn by civil war and poverty, they arrived unnoticed to the locals and made their way deep into the western forests of the region.
As they set up camp the cult noticed a disturbance in the air. Something wasn’t right about the area they were in. There was a lingering sense of chaos that cloaked Chernarus. Despite the unnerving energy they went ahead with Circie’s connection. They captured a local and took him back to the site. Raif lit the flames surrounding the sacrificial circle and began whispering in his pagan tongue. Only Circie and her gateway to the other side were encased in the circle of inferno. When Raif was done with his prayer he looked into her eyes through the flames. She smiled at him and he nodded for her to proceed. Without hesitation she began cutting into the helpless man. Slitting his throat and watching his blood ooze out of the small wound and onto the grass he lay on. Circie drank from the man and began stabbing him relentlessly over and over and over. She cut muscle fibres and tendons, ripping his flesh to pieces with the sharp artifact. Raif began to chant as she took the man’s life and his cult repeated his call. When her victim passed, the flames extinguished themselves as if by magic. Circie looked to Raif and he eventually responded to her previous smile with one of his own. The two embraced and the cult returned to their cars in preparation for the trip back.
July 11th 2017
It was the morning after her connection and Circie awoke feeling refreshed. Her and Raif had slept in the back of his van and she needed to stretch. As she went to open the rear doors she felt a breath on the back of her neck. “Don’t.” Whispered Raif. “Something’s going on out there.”
Raif reached for his knife and opened the hatch on the ceiling of his van and slowly crept out of it. What he saw was going to hinder their chances of getting back to their homeland. The road out of the region at the bottom of their treeline was backed up with locals trying to leave the area. The military had set up checkpoints that morning and were not letting anyone in or out of the country. He woke the cult and alarmed them of the situation. They spent the day gathering supplies from the village of Vybor. There was an air of panic and it caused Raif even further doubt about their chances of leaving Chernarus any time soon. That night the cult planned to capture an officer as he slept and question him. They acquired a cyrillic translation book in a tourism shop and were going to use it to get answers from him. Raif and Circie entered the nearby town of Lopatino and found a suitable target. Circie created commotion near the church in the town and Raif snagged the officer before he could respond to the requests of his men. They dragged him to rest of the cult and began interrogating him. The cult tortured him and got only one piece of good information, infection. It all made sense to Raif now. His inklings of unrest was the spread of death in the region. The next morning the cult drove in convoy to the capital of the region, Chernogorsk. The locals were either packing to leave or boarding up their homes in fear, they knew something was coming. After exploring a few of the apartment buildings they found one with two empty apartments and quietly moved in to take shelter and plan on their escape. Over the next few days things would get progressively worse. Foreign forces were called in to the area and the U.S Army had taken control of Chernogorsk. On the 19th they got their first sight of the infection. Chernogorsk was overrun. Nothing could stop the extinction of life as they knew it.-