Tiberious Corca Decasey Profile

Info: 3rd Generation Astraeus, born of Byron and Selenia Decasey. Matured to age 25 when aging and growth halted. One of the True Born Kings on the Pentacle of Thrones

Introduction:
The True Born Astraeus was content with the curse he had placed on his father, and had managed to escape any recourse for his actions against the First born Elder. His sister had not yet discovered that it was HE who had cursed Byron, but Tiberious resolved to tell her himself. He felt justified, and he had not killed him after all, had he? Tiber had both his parent's looks. His father's Scottish, iron wraught eyes, and his mother's shiny, black spanish hair and darker skin. He was as beautiful in his body and features as the two of his parents combined, but his soul was purely wicked and cunning. He was a plotter and an Elite snob. He couldn't give a damn about anybody but his Sister, his Mother and the VERY few friends he had, Celeste among those he called friends. Her fiancee Mascen did not like Tiber the least little bit and the feeling was mutual, but Tiber was amiable enough to the Prince, in his own dry, detached way. There WAS one he DID fear, The Morning Star, and Tiber was no fool to make an enemy of the Lord of Chaos's son. No Sir ee. Besides, if he were rude to Mascen, that would displease Celeste now wouldn't it? 

Pentacle of Kings 

Lucifer HAD approached Tiber, and oddly enough, handed him a large enchanted skeleton Key, the turnkey was actually a skull, and the devil told him it was the Key to the Castle of the Five Kings, and instructed Tiberious to enter there and claim one of the thrones on the Pentacle of Thrones for himself with a Word of Power the Devil passed onto him. This Word of Power when spoken by Lucifer, literally burned into Tiber's soul, and when Tiber would claim one of the Five thrones, none but he would be able to seat the throne until he met with final death. The Castle was to be the Haven of the Hell's true Born, and Five of the second born would claim a throne by the same power as was passed onto Tiber by the Devil, and each would have a like Key which would open and lock any door in the castle, and when the word of power was spoke, the Key would open a Master Gate (A planes travel gate that acted on commands given by the holder of the key.) The key also had the power to create wards when used with all five keys in unison, for the Five True Born Kings must decide upon and set the Haven's wards together. Tiber did not hesitate at this offer of power, and went straight after El Diablos left him to journey to the Castle of Five Kings at the edge of the City of Vampires on the Shadowlands West Shore Islands of Morashtar. Lucifer had also told him that the five Kings would be as equals in counsel, and would rule over the Clan they would spawn with their blood, and had spoken to Tiber three Clan laws which MUST be obeyed by the Elders and Progeny alike, for to disobey these laws meant death or slavery to the Second Born Elders. One Law was that no Progeny could be Sired against their will. Another law was that no progeny could Sire without their Sire's approval. The last was the Law of the Pentacle. It was similair to a bond the Arcanus Vampires observed, though in the case of the Five Kings Clan, it would be a law and not a bond. The Law of the pentacle read as such; "No Elder is a law unto their own but of five within their Elder Circle and it is forbidden to Slay one within that Circle, and there is to be no more than Five Male Progeny born into each Generation's circle thereafter, and it is forbidden for one to Slay another of their Generation. 


It was several Nights after Tiber sought his Twin Sister out and told her what had happened and of his inheritance of Power by the Father of their blood, the Morning Star. He asked her if she would act as a counselor to the Kings. He trusted his sister, and loved her, and felt in his cold dark heart, that she would do well to act as a mediator when any conflicts arose between the Five Kings or those who stood before their judgement and counsel. If Rhiannon accepted, he would speak to the others when they did at last all meet, about naming her the High Visor to the Five True Born Kings. After he had spoken to her of this opportunity he had accepted from the Great Lord, and the position he offered to her, he proceeded to make his confession of the curse he had laid on Byron to her. He explained how he had wanted to kill him, but instead resolved to curse him until he proved himself loyal and devoted to his immediate clan. He told Rhiannon he would not remove the curse from Byron until he confessed all to their mother, and stayed by her side if she would still have him. 

As time walked on, Tiber poured his energies into his magic studies, and into writing Laws to bring before the others for approval or dismissal. Tiber was very intelligent, and though his soul was black as pitch, he was very reasonable and diligent where ambitions were involved. The Laws he wrote to be presented to the remaining four Kings were simple and rigid. They were scribed on vellum parchment in a bold hand of calligraphy and numbered. 

Westshore Map and Information
The Pentacle Laws were set down before the pentacle of Kings and became the laws which all agreed upon. It came as time passed that Tiber, Demascus Mordante, Ivan Urik, Merduchai, and Valarian Devlin became the Five True Born Kings of the Pentacle of Thrones. Rhiannon Decasey, Tiber's twin sister, was soon after named the Visor to the thrones. Merduchai was recently killed and he has yet to be replaced. He would be missed. New kings were chosen from the nation by vote. All living Carthenian had to be heard from before a King could be placed on the throne. 

By and by Tiber did confront his father with his reasons for cursing him, and it was by his mother Selenia's hand that he was punished for his deeds. He was bound and lashed, and his father forgave him when it was done, for indeed he had left Tiber too long without his guidance, and took some of the blame on himself. After nearly losing his mother and father to an enemy, Tiber carried no more resentment for Byron, but instead came to respect and admire him for his strength and the wisdom he had been denied for too long. Byron was too noble to hate.

Tiber and Lyons

Lyons set the guitar down, and walked off the stage like a zombee. The applause was not even heard by him. Two hours later he fell off the bar stool by the stage, passed out drunk after consuming enough liquor to kill a bull. Two weeks later he was playing with the band again, and two months after their contract with archain records had been renewed, and they were schedualed to do their first US tour in two weeks. It was a year long tour. They cut their fourth record after the tour, and six months later released their fifth, and what would be their last record, When Stars Blink Out. Two weeks after, they were flying to Tokyo for their first concert in the two year long world tour.

What had induced Rob to leave his hotel in London and trek through the shadows folds? A death wish maybe. A death wish which had delivered him to cemetary by happenstance. Lyons had a subconscious death wish.... and had hoped to chance into some dangerous situation.. But no, he had found a lonely demoness in a graveyard. Riff's death had been attributed to a drug overdose.. Tiber had seen to that, and it had pi*sed Rob off. He did not want Morrison Massie remembered as just another rock star claimed by drug abuse. How about.... 'Riff Massie's friend and band mate Lyons had finally consented to Sire Morrison as a vampire and had f*cked it up somehow and killed him?' THAT was the story Rob had been about to take to Rolling Stone and Guitar World when Tiber had shown up in his hotel room after 'taking care of matters' in London. Lyons had been on his way out of his hotel room when Tiber spirited himself into his suite like a phantom. 

The handsome devil caught Lyons by the scruff of his leather jacket and jerked him back through the door, which slammed shut and sealed with a necromancer's lock. Tiber wasted no time scanning Lyons' thoughts to discover his intentions of breaking masque in the biggest way. "You have lost your mind, Lyons. You have GOT to get a grip on yourself, man." 

Rob's cheeks winced, his eyes lancing Tiber's abysmally black eyes with a feral burn. "Why? WHY should I hold anything back? I f*cking KILLED my BEST friend." He jerked his frame with a quick twist which tore his jacket free of Tiber's grip, stagger stepping back several paces away from Tiber. 

Tiber watched him with a dagger eye, a pause before his melofluously silky toned voice spilled past those seductive lips to counsel the grief stricken vampire, only hours returned from Morrison's funeral. "It happens sometimes.... that the siring process kills the chosen. Rhia tells me you yourself came close to dying when she sired you. Not ALL survive it, Lyons. Maybe he was not strong enough, or maybe the fates deemed he was just not MEANT to be one of us. It is hard to say just why he died really. I may be able to discover the reason, the forces of chaos allowing, if you truly wish to know the cause. Whatever happened... it was through no fault of your own however. This you MUST believe. You loved him.. wanted him as your progeny as much as he wanted you for his Sire. You were only honoring the bond of love and friendship you share. Your guilt is unfounded. Do not loath yourself and hold yourself in disgrace for something you had no control over." 


Lyons' cheeks tightened and tears swelled in his eyes. "How can I make you understand, Tibehr. Everyone I eveuhr loved has been taken away.... Shall Rhia be next? You? No one blames me.... but it was my blood tha' doomed him. I feel like I am chokin'.. stranglin' on my own breath and existance. Maybe I was meant teh die.. and cheated MY fate by allowin' Rhia teh Sire me. Maybe I am death's herald.. maybe I have always been, and anyone who loves me shall die for knowin' me." The tears tumbled and he hung his head low, whisps of auburn sweeping across his face in a viel. "I can'nuh take it any more."

Tiber scowled darkly. "That is such bullsh*t, Lyons. Since when were you so f*cking superstitious and foolish? You have sh*tty luck. You are not the first to suffer losing those you loved. You think you are some kind of walking curse? Think of who has lived instead of who has died, and I will have you know, Rhiannon and I are going NO WHERE. You want to know what is wrong with you? You feel things too damn deep. THAT is your curse. When you give your heart to someone, you don't hold back, so when someone you love dies, you are crushed, left feeling dead inside. But life always returns to that resilient heart of yours doesn't it? You will NOT do anything stupid to endanger your life, Lyons, you hear me? I will warn you ONCE, that if you try anything stupid, I WILL act as your judge and jury. You have known only my kindness and love, but endanger yourself, and I will show you such cruelty as will make what those CIA bastards did to you look like a stroll in the park in comparison. I will be watching you like a hawk, Robert. Now you go to that press conferance, and tell them what a loss Massie's death was, and that his overdose was an accident, and then you tell them the concert has been cancelled, seeing how you told your manager and producers to f*ck themselves at the funeral. Let them TRY suing you and the band. The band includes Riff, and you are right, the band does not exist anymore without him. They do not have a case. Now go.. you are late." The door opened to Rob as Tiber released the necromantic lock and swung the door open by channeling the telekenetic energies in the door and knob to his mental commands.

Lyons stared at Tiber dead pan a silent duration then with a slow nod, he vacated the room and went to the press conferance in the Garden room on the hotel's main floor. The grief straining his voice as he answered their questions was real.. the story he gave them a mixture of truths and deceptions which burned in his throat. This would be the LAST time he lied to ANYONE for ANY god damn reason.

One of the beautiful things about being a vampire. Distance was of no relevance whatsoever for a clan who could close distances in moments. It's a small world after all.. Gag, yes, but it was particulary true with vampires and other creatures who had shadow walking to other 'gate' abilities. Rhia and Tiber never left Rob alone for very long. The 'distractions' the three engaged each other in was.. nothing short of mind blowing. Their bonds were riveted, glued, fused and welded by their carnal acts of love and possession. Possessive, yes, Tiber and Rhia were extraordinarily possessive and protective of their insane but oh so sexy and dangerous creole. Rob's jealousy of Tiber eventually melted away to those intense pleasures he induced when they joined. There were times when it was Rob and Rhia, Tiber and Rhia, Lyons and Tiber... but for the most part, it was the three of them, Massie invited to join them several occassions. The first time.. oh yeah, the beautiful youth had been reluctant, nervous, but that did not last long. He proved an able lover, his sense of humor and spirit delightful, his very company a pleasure in or out of sexual relations. It was clear who Massie favored above all others and else.. Lyons. Lyons was not the ONLY one who took Massie's death hard, real hard, regardless. 


Tiber went back to the graveyard after dominating a young man about Massie's weight and height, the night after his remains had been laid to rest, and he and Lyons had parted ways in his hotel room after their little 'talk.' He brought his subject of possession with him, and together, the two dug up the grave. Tiber then pulled the handsome young man in his company into his embrace, and peirced his throat with those razor curved fangs to drain the youth of his blood with sensual finess. He never felt a thing. Massie's body was then removed from the coffin, and gated back to the attic of his manor in New Orleans. After restoring the body with necromancy and imbuing the corpse with molecular energies which would revitalize Massie's body, Tiber went to work recalling his soul back to his temporal body. Tiber's ambition to resurrect Massie proved a long and arduous but successful ordeal. His soul was joined with his body and his body's vital flame ignited to restore body function. Massie was one confused fellow when he awoke. The musician would soon be revealed as a little gift for he and Rhia's depressed lover. His identity would not have to be changed. They could chalk it all up to a publicity stunt. The body had never been examined or officially registered AS a corpse. The funeral had been a private and secret affair between the band and Massie's closest friends. He had not told Rhia and Lyons of his plans, had not wanted get their hopes up, when it had been possible he might not succeed. It had proven difficult for Tiber to bring Morrison's soul within his grasp... He had very nearly passed beyond Tiber's reach. With the return of Massie, the band was touring again a year later, and in 2028, cut their sixth Record, Darkness Dominates.