Cassius Kidston and the Emerald Curse

Cassius Kidston

Cassius Kidston and the Emerald Curse

In the fog-drenched streets of Victorian London, where gas lamps flickered like dying stars, there lived a man named Cassius Kidston—a name whispered in equal parts reverence and fear. Cassius was no ordinary gentleman; he was a relic hunter, a seeker of the arcane, and a man who walked the fine line between brilliance and madness.

His latest obsession? The Emerald Eye of Anubis—a jewel said to grant its wielder visions of the future, but at a terrible cost. Many had sought it; none had returned.

The Letter That Changed Everything

One rain-slicked evening, a sealed envelope arrived at Cassius’s doorstep. The wax bore the mark of Professor Alistair Vex, a fellow antiquarian who had vanished months prior. Inside was a single sentence:

'Cassius, if you read this, I have found it. And it has found me.'

Beneath the note lay a torn map leading to Blackthorn Asylum, a crumbling ruin on the city’s outskirts, long abandoned after its patients—and doctors—disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

The Descent into Madness

With his trusted companion, Eleanor 'Ellie' Graves—a quick-witted thief with a penchant for lockpicking—Cassius ventured into the asylum’s shadowed halls. The air smelled of damp earth and something older… something wrong.

They found Vex in the asylum’s deepest chamber, his skeletal fingers clutching the Emerald Eye. His journal spoke of whispers in the dark, of a presence that slithered into his mind. Before Cassius could react, Vex’s hollow eyes snapped open.

'You should not have come,' he rasped—before his body crumbled to dust.

The Eye rolled to Cassius’s feet, pulsing with an eerie light. Against Ellie’s protests, he picked it up—and the visions began.

The Curse Takes Hold

Cassius saw London in flames, a great serpent coiling around St. Paul’s Cathedral. He saw Ellie, her eyes hollow, reaching for him with blackened fingers. And worst of all, he saw himself, standing atop a mountain of bones, laughing as the world burned.

The Eye was no mere artifact—it was a prison, holding the essence of an ancient god that fed on despair. And now, it had chosen Cassius as its new vessel.

The Final Gamble

With time running out, Cassius and Ellie sought the only man who might know how to destroy the Eye: Father Ignatius Blackwood, an exorcist who had spent his life battling the occult.

Blackwood’s solution was dire—the Eye could only be unmade in the heart of a living flame, a ritual that would require Cassius to hold it as he burned.

As the asylum’s corridors echoed with inhuman whispers, Cassius made his choice. He ordered Ellie to flee, then struck a match.

The last thing he saw before the fire consumed him was the Eye screaming.

Epilogue: The Whisper in the Dark

Weeks later, Ellie stood over Cassius’s grave, the rain washing away her tears. She had escaped, but she knew the truth—evil never truly dies.

And as she turned to leave, she heard it—a faint chuckle, one she knew all too well.

Somewhere in the shadows, Cassius Kidston was still laughing.

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Cassius Kidston and the Emerald Curse

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