#⸻007✞ : “Blood is the ink with which I write your fate.” (his character)

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“𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑵. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑺. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 ⸺ 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬.”

The Forgotten Curse

They don’t tell his story. They don’t whisper his name in fear, though they should. Before Stefan, before Damon, before the Petrova bloodline wove its tangled web of fate — there was Cassian. The first. The original shadow. The doppelgänger no one remembers.

Cassian was the first known Heretic — a creature that shouldn’t exist, a vampire with the power of a witch. Magic didn’t die in his veins when he turned. No, it burned brighter. Stronger. Uncontrollable. He was a walking paradox, an insult to nature, and he reveled in it. A spell on his lips, a blade in his hand, blood on his conscience (not that he ever cared).

Imagine: Cassian, with Damon’s face but none of his smile. Magic in his veins, darkness in his soul. Not just a doppelgänger – but an anomaly. A threat. A legend never told. He didn’t just destroy, he made you love the destruction.

Born of Silas’s sin and nature’s cruel balance, Cassian was never just a reflection. He was fire and ice, silk and steel. A charmer with a silver tongue and a wicked glint in his eyes, a man who could kiss you breathless one moment and tear your world apart the next. His smile could be warm, inviting — dangerously deceptive. Because beneath the smooth words and effortless charm was something far more terrifying: a predator.

Damon may be reckless, Klaus may be cruel, but Cassian? Cassian was unpredictable. One moment, a charming rogue with a playful smirk, the next, a cold-blooded nightmare with eyes that held centuries of malice. He didn’t break hearts; he shattered souls. // Proud Brother of Talia.