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Cain · **01-27-2015, 11:10 AM**

As he walked out into night, the cold air was bitter. This place was high in the mountains. The full moon lit the parking lot, and it was so cold that even he could see his breath. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and a zippo. His zippo was special, made of solid silver with a dragon's design on the front. In the dragon's mouth was a ruby, glowing in the light of the moon. The flame danced on the end of the cigarette as the cherry began to glow. He took a couple of puffs and blew out a cloud of smoke.

Things were peaceful. The night was quiet. He stood there for a moment, smoking, and then it happened. The sound of broken glass broke the silence in the parking lot. Cain's eyes lit up with rage as he saw the source.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

Ten "thugs" surrounded his vintage Cobra. Each one took a second to take a baseball bat and break a window or a headlight, glass flying everywhere as they did. These fucking punks were laughing as they desecrated his "baby", the real steel bending under the bat strikes, cherry red pain nicked every time.

He was pissed, and that's putting it mildly. His teeth bared, fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped onto the Earth, his eyes flashing he stormed over toward the scene.

"You guys are so fucked! Do you know who the hell I am?!"

The would be leader of the gang of thugs turned his attention toward Cain. Cain took note of every feature the man had. Over six foot tall, solid black eyes. Tanned skin, long black hair. Mexican. The leader spoke.

"Got your attention, didn't we?"

"Shit..."

The demon hordes. Or at least one of them was. He didn't smell sulfur on any of the others. The ten men began walking toward Cain. Cain just stood there and continued smoking his cigarette. They began surrounding him and still, he remained calm. The rage was still there but he controlled it. The leader spoke once more.

"I assume you know why we're here, esse?"

Cain shrugged.

"I don't care. You're gonna fix my car, or die trying. Know that."

The Leader of the demon troupe laughed.

"Kill him!"

Cain rolled his eyes. Such a lackluster general.

Cue Music

Two of the men grabbed Cain's arms, and the incredibly strong Messiah of Pain pulled the two of them together. The two were obviously mortal as the both fell to their knees. Bam! Cain felt a blunt force to the back of his neck and fell to a knee as another thug buried a combat boot into the side of his face. Ever resilient, the demon stood and fought back, planting his claws into the solarplexes of the thug with the slugger, jerking back and ripping his ribcage out.

Cain stood there, splattered in blood with a splitting headache. Cigarette still hanging from his lips, he ducked another shot from a bat, grabbing his assailant's wrist and thrusting his palm through the man's elbow. More blood. The next thug got a cigarette put out in his eye, and the next was decapitated with a big boot.

The numbers game began to over come Cain as the remaining men piled atop the collosus of Carnage. Then, bodies went flying. One by one. Disemboweled. The Masamune shown in the moonlight as Cain stared the leader down from amongst nine corpses.

"Your move..." he smirked. "...dick."

The Mexican demon pulled two long daggers from his belt and advanced on the Messiah of Pain. Cain braces himself, gripping his mythical blade tightly, his heartbeat quickening as the man got closer. He sniffed the air, then looked for the opening...and faster than the eye could see, he sliced upwards, the demon screaming out in agony. The Mexican demon melted into a pile of smouldering ashes and Cain snickered.

"Crowley has GOT to do better."

He then quickly went about wiping blood from the humans on his hands, then moved over to his "baby". He wiped the still warm blood onto the hood of the Cobra and the car..."healed". He then sheathed his blade, threw it into the backseat, and got into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life and the radio began blasting as he sped down the road.

Will Crowley do better?

To Be Continued

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