[center][h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1][/center]

"IV drip will be it then. Stubborn humorless guy." Celestine scoffed, as he rocked forwards and backwards in his chair, wondering what kind of trick he would need to pull to keep Vittorio focused and a little more aware of his own fragility. He sighed in resignation. That was when the fop of a junior student came in, strutting alongside a manservant of his. Celestine's eyes narrowed for a split second, as the fool began to address Vittorio in a casual manner and take oh-no-so-subtle potshots at his apparent lack of spotlight to flaunt some sort of superior status.

He wondered how much of that status would he be able to flaunt if Celestine decided to remove half of his teeth and facial features with red hot pliers. The kitchen was nearby, as his eyes drifted over to said place longingly, his ears being assaulted by the arrogance of one, and the brashness of the other. Puppeteer and puppet, maybe? Oh and the new guy wanted to pitch in his own vision, to lead him astray. He had a little charm, that had to admit, but his mind was calm and focused on whatever instructions he had been given. He would need to try a little harder than that.

"I'll get the kettle to make some tea, we do have visitors after all." Celestine finally spoke, in a halfway disinterested mood, as he limped along in his nurse cosplay to the kitchen to procure the necessary instruments quite proficiently. As the kettle was set to boil, Celestine then walked towards the gathering, going out of his way to accentuate his walk as he circled around the fop, the manservant, and the astral thing that was supposed to be Vittorio's will now. He then went past it, as he crawled into Vittorio's bed, looming over his real body.

"Thanks but no thanks, you see... I have some task at hand. And one that is of the utmost delicate." He tilted his head, as he began to trace Vittorio's chest with a finger. "Such a troublesome patient. And now you, whoever you are... agitating him even further." He paused. "And neither of you realize it, don't you? It would take very little." He paused. He had memorized the steady heartbeat of the unconscious body. He knew which phases of his heart would go. He knew [i]when[/i] to strike. His palm clenched into a fist.

[i]Thud[/i]

It wasn't much of a hit. Merely a simple hard punch. But one with dreary consequences. Vittorio's heart had flatlined. "One hit is all it takes... for life to be snuffed like a candle. Alas poor Vittorio... in such a state he won't even be able to enjoy...the tea."  Celestine smirked, as he eyed both astral form and the newcomer.

"Nobody wants that to happen, doesn't it?" He paused, nonchalantly, as he sighed. " But where are my manners ,some people call me Lightbringer, others the Fallen One. I'm Celestine, nice to meet you, mister."

He smiled. "And I do think in my humble opinion, that we all should enjoy this little get together, and think on a cool head, mmkay? Bad decisions have costly mistakes." He added, as he hit Vittorio's chest a second time, restarting his heart after what it seemed an eternity. The kettle, as if an herald, whistled in anticipation. "Excellent. The tea will be ready soon." He said, tracing his steps towards the kitchen once more.

"So please... [i]sit down.[/i] Rash fools end up dead, don't they say that a lot?" He added, a little too thick to dissimulate the faint vitriol in his words.