#Malpas (RWS)

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His origins are kinda spoiler so… Well, I’ll put it under this bar down there. If you want to keep reading, click the button. If not… Well then, I won’t judge.

A long, long, long time ago, there were some wizards trying to create a superweapon. An assassin that could hide in the shadows, become any shape, be unkillable, and be efficient. It would be the perfect killer, the tipping point in an unending war. Unfortunately, all the soldiers and assassins were already on the battle-field, and they weren’t sure the spell was going to work anyway, so they tested it on someone expendable: a servant boy who worked in the castle.

It succeeded, and the wizards rejoiced. However, their weapon had one fatal flaw: a child’s soul was not meant to kill.

The wizards tried everything from bribery to threats to even casting a spell that created a second consciousness in the weapon to counteract the child’s soul, but little Cassiel refused to fight, refused to kill. Furious with Cassiel’s stubbornness, they began torturing him to get him to do other things: forging notes, creating false decrees, and so forth. Poor little Cassiel was miserable.

Slowly, the spell-mind that they had created grew in Cassiel’s ink as well, watching his surroundings with curiosity. One night, after Cassiel broke down sobbing once again in the ink well he called a prison, the second mind spoke to him.

“What’s wrong, little one?” it asked softly, only to be startled by the child’s mind wrapping itself around it in search of comfort.

“I just want them to stop,” he sobbed, holding onto this second person in his prison like a lifeline. He had been so lonely, perhaps this presence could make it all just a little better.

“Why do they do this to you if it hurts you so much?” the presence asked curiously, carefully wrapping itself around Cassiel in an immaterial hug to try and make him feel better.

“Because I don’t want to kill anyone, and they don’t like that,” Cassiel sniffled, letting the presence hold him close. It had been a long time since anyone had held him so lovingly, and he was desperate for the contact.

“I think it’s okay not to want to kill anyone,” the presence said.

“Really?” Cassiel asked.

“Yeah. And you know what? I don’t want to help them either. They’re cruel to you, so I won’t listen. And I’m going to protect you. We’ll be together forever.”

Cassiel smiled softly, curling up against his guardian. “Thanks. That means so so much to me.”

“I know, Cassiel. I know.”

And together they stayed for many a year, protecting each other from the evils of the world. As for how they found their way to Henry and Joey… That is another story indeed.