A SENSE OF A CONTROL / private, caesar

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Dream demons had no use for believing in a religion when they technically could be consider one. Hell, Caesar even called himself the God of Chaos and the King of Nightmares. They were self-proclaimed titles, of course, the only thing that was truth about him was the fact he was a demon. Caesar straightened up a bit as Henri address him by his title and name, a wave of pleasure going through him as he heard those words. God, how he loved being called Officer Caesar - or Officer Cipher, if somebody preferred that. It was definitely a lot better than being called Lemonhead.

At the question regarding Atbash, Caesar snorted. "You could say that, I suppose." He replied. "She's my sister." Why not tell the guy? Besides, it wasn't exactly secret anymore. Not here, anyway. "Do whatever you like to her, just shatter her world." His words came in a dark growl, his claws mindlessly digging into the sand. It was funny how Henri was so damn willing to do everything for some random stranger he found, and yet here the guy was, obeying him like he was that Belial person. Caesar liked it.

#psychosocial.