05-30-2014, 05:23 PM
It was plesantly warm that night, which meant that there would be humans out doing whatever they do. I knew this. I needed strong, healthy humans to meet my needs. Preferably athletic ones. With every heart I consumed, my powers grew. But there was a downside to my acquisition of power. There are downsides to everything. A con for every pro. An equal and opposite reaction, or so they say. My power was no different. As I waited in the shaded area of the park, I heard a voice behind me, a female voice. Familiar.
"Out on the hunt again, Cain?"
I knew her well and as I turned around, this knowledge was confirmed. She was no more than twenty years old. Long black hair, jade eyes. Egyptian. You could tell this by her elborate facepaint, which is what royalty wore when she was living. A female Pharoah, not known very well throughout history because my actions had erased her entire existance. A genius, the woman I'd gained my intelligence from. I smirked at an inner thought. What if I ate Sebastian Duke's heart? Hah. That would certainly increase my power tenfold. This was a quest to acheive perfection, much like Cell. I looked the Pharoah over and shrugged.
"What can I say? It's what I do, Hekta."
"The source of your power, yes Cain? I understand. I know exactly why you betrayed me, but I forgive you."
This warranted the tilt of my head. After all, her death had been quite brutal.
Flashback
It was particularly warm in the desert that night. My queen, Hekta, had just spoken to her adoring people and you could still hear them cheering loudly. Hekta looked at me as we headed down the hallway of the palace. I must have been quite a sight in my full battle armor, a schimitar at my side. She smiled.
"Excellent work Cain. Once again I felt as safe as a newborn baby. Thank you!"
Her killer, me, I was the one she felt safest with. Her knight in shining armor, as it were. Of course, as with everything, I had alterior motives. But of course she knew nothing of those motives. The young woman was a genius. I watched her as she headed into her bedchamber, dissappearing inside. Of course, to quell suspicions, I didn't follow. Leaning back beside the door, I lowered my head and closed my eyes. It was then that my voices...my instinct ...spoke to me.
(That's a smart one, isn't she?)
".......genius."
I didn't speak much back then.
(A genius, aome say. You know Cain, you could use some intelligence. And the Pharoahess' magic would not hurt either, would it?)
"She is but a child, Abel."
(Ahhh, but at her age to be as intelligent as she is? Imagine what you could do with such power, dear brother.)
"I know...but..."
(No buts, Cain. Your life's goal...your purpose is to become the perfect being. To surpass HIS creations. Perhaps...overthrow him.)
For a while there, my honor had actually returned. I was the top warrior in all of Egypt, just as I was in Rome. People knew my name all over the ancient world, and at the time, I tried to maintain a good image. Yes, at one time I was playing the "nice guy". I'd forgotten my life's purpose. To be the most powerful of his creations and to ressurect Lillith. Nowadays, I've done one of those things. But the other?
(You know what you must do, Cain. She must die for your betterment.)
A long story short, once again my brother had talked me into killing. Yes, at one time he was the one who drove me to kill. A coach in the life of "the perfect being". As I stepped into the bedchambers, I saw her laying there. Nude. I had to steel my emotions as I slowly moved up. After all, I was her most trusted guardian. But it was now or never. My claws plunged deeply into her chest, the poor girl awakening. Aa she stared up at me quietly, too shocked to make a sound, I squeezed her heart. The life left her eyes slowly. Her heart? It was sweet. Delicious. As I ingested the sinewy organ, I was flooded by her memories.
Crossing the nile. Using a freeze spell to stop an entire invading force. It was then that I was whisked back to the present day.
"Your magic..."
"Yes Cain. My magic. When I became part of you, you gained the use of my magic. But...you never seem to use it, now do you? Sebastian Duke is using all of this firey doom power, yet we've not seen what you can do. And with my power? That's a true waste, Cain. Don't let him overpower. You know you can defeat him, yet he does not take you seriously from what I gather.
What the queen had said sparked a bit of anger in The Master of Pain. He growled, clenching his fists at his sides. He knew she was right. Duke hadn't said a single word, but Cain knew what he was thinking. He thought he was a "rookie". With an overblown ego. He was partially right. He was the young lion. But all who'd come before Cain had felt his destructive power. But Duke? He didn't believe in it?
"Oh, but he will..."
"How? You haven't shown him what you are truly capable of."
"But...I......I'm the fucking RTX World Champion. I'm pretty certain I know what I am doing. I have taken numerous lives! You know I have, Hekta!"
"White trash? Priests? Perverted teenagers? You used to take such high profile lives, Cain. Kings. Diplomats. Now it's just normal mortals. I'm suprised Lillith endorses you! You need to make an impact, and soon! How else do you expect Duke to see you as a serious threat?"
"I came within a fucking eyelash of beating Azrael Erebus! I nearly ended Morbid Angel's fucking streak!"
"Nearly and within an eyelash are not victories! Nearly will NOT make you the Universal Champion, Cain! Remember that."
In a world where Evolution is everywhere, the one thing that remained constant for this former gladiatorial champion was his need to be the best. He sighed. From the moment he'd began this career there was a need for greatness. Bret Hart. Ric Flair. Chris Benoit. Yes. Deep down, he was a wrestler. And he used to be a damned good one until the addiction took over. Cain had become addicted to murder from that momemt he'd killed his brother. Learning about the consumption of hearts and power were just a plus. Evolution had taken it's course well with The Master of Pain. He'd actually become demonic. So evil he was a demon.
But what would he do now that Hekta had brought up to him the point of his "addiction" getting in the way of his success?
"Out on the hunt again, Cain?"
I knew her well and as I turned around, this knowledge was confirmed. She was no more than twenty years old. Long black hair, jade eyes. Egyptian. You could tell this by her elborate facepaint, which is what royalty wore when she was living. A female Pharoah, not known very well throughout history because my actions had erased her entire existance. A genius, the woman I'd gained my intelligence from. I smirked at an inner thought. What if I ate Sebastian Duke's heart? Hah. That would certainly increase my power tenfold. This was a quest to acheive perfection, much like Cell. I looked the Pharoah over and shrugged.
"What can I say? It's what I do, Hekta."
"The source of your power, yes Cain? I understand. I know exactly why you betrayed me, but I forgive you."
This warranted the tilt of my head. After all, her death had been quite brutal.
Flashback
It was particularly warm in the desert that night. My queen, Hekta, had just spoken to her adoring people and you could still hear them cheering loudly. Hekta looked at me as we headed down the hallway of the palace. I must have been quite a sight in my full battle armor, a schimitar at my side. She smiled.
"Excellent work Cain. Once again I felt as safe as a newborn baby. Thank you!"
Her killer, me, I was the one she felt safest with. Her knight in shining armor, as it were. Of course, as with everything, I had alterior motives. But of course she knew nothing of those motives. The young woman was a genius. I watched her as she headed into her bedchamber, dissappearing inside. Of course, to quell suspicions, I didn't follow. Leaning back beside the door, I lowered my head and closed my eyes. It was then that my voices...my instinct ...spoke to me.
(That's a smart one, isn't she?)
".......genius."
I didn't speak much back then.
(A genius, aome say. You know Cain, you could use some intelligence. And the Pharoahess' magic would not hurt either, would it?)
"She is but a child, Abel."
(Ahhh, but at her age to be as intelligent as she is? Imagine what you could do with such power, dear brother.)
"I know...but..."
(No buts, Cain. Your life's goal...your purpose is to become the perfect being. To surpass HIS creations. Perhaps...overthrow him.)
For a while there, my honor had actually returned. I was the top warrior in all of Egypt, just as I was in Rome. People knew my name all over the ancient world, and at the time, I tried to maintain a good image. Yes, at one time I was playing the "nice guy". I'd forgotten my life's purpose. To be the most powerful of his creations and to ressurect Lillith. Nowadays, I've done one of those things. But the other?
(You know what you must do, Cain. She must die for your betterment.)
A long story short, once again my brother had talked me into killing. Yes, at one time he was the one who drove me to kill. A coach in the life of "the perfect being". As I stepped into the bedchambers, I saw her laying there. Nude. I had to steel my emotions as I slowly moved up. After all, I was her most trusted guardian. But it was now or never. My claws plunged deeply into her chest, the poor girl awakening. Aa she stared up at me quietly, too shocked to make a sound, I squeezed her heart. The life left her eyes slowly. Her heart? It was sweet. Delicious. As I ingested the sinewy organ, I was flooded by her memories.
Crossing the nile. Using a freeze spell to stop an entire invading force. It was then that I was whisked back to the present day.
"Your magic..."
"Yes Cain. My magic. When I became part of you, you gained the use of my magic. But...you never seem to use it, now do you? Sebastian Duke is using all of this firey doom power, yet we've not seen what you can do. And with my power? That's a true waste, Cain. Don't let him overpower. You know you can defeat him, yet he does not take you seriously from what I gather.
What the queen had said sparked a bit of anger in The Master of Pain. He growled, clenching his fists at his sides. He knew she was right. Duke hadn't said a single word, but Cain knew what he was thinking. He thought he was a "rookie". With an overblown ego. He was partially right. He was the young lion. But all who'd come before Cain had felt his destructive power. But Duke? He didn't believe in it?
"Oh, but he will..."
"How? You haven't shown him what you are truly capable of."
"But...I......I'm the fucking RTX World Champion. I'm pretty certain I know what I am doing. I have taken numerous lives! You know I have, Hekta!"
"White trash? Priests? Perverted teenagers? You used to take such high profile lives, Cain. Kings. Diplomats. Now it's just normal mortals. I'm suprised Lillith endorses you! You need to make an impact, and soon! How else do you expect Duke to see you as a serious threat?"
"I came within a fucking eyelash of beating Azrael Erebus! I nearly ended Morbid Angel's fucking streak!"
"Nearly and within an eyelash are not victories! Nearly will NOT make you the Universal Champion, Cain! Remember that."
In a world where Evolution is everywhere, the one thing that remained constant for this former gladiatorial champion was his need to be the best. He sighed. From the moment he'd began this career there was a need for greatness. Bret Hart. Ric Flair. Chris Benoit. Yes. Deep down, he was a wrestler. And he used to be a damned good one until the addiction took over. Cain had become addicted to murder from that momemt he'd killed his brother. Learning about the consumption of hearts and power were just a plus. Evolution had taken it's course well with The Master of Pain. He'd actually become demonic. So evil he was a demon.
But what would he do now that Hekta had brought up to him the point of his "addiction" getting in the way of his success?
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