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Cain · (09-09-2014)

A shot of Cain faded win from the static on your tv set. You paid for crystal clear digital cable, right? You wanted the best. But his power far exceeds that of any mortal man, he himself edging closer to Godhood. He stared at you for a second, not uttering a word. Not a peep. You feel violated as he is seemingly staring into the depths of your soul. Finally, his facevtwisted upwards, his eyebrows arching downward. He speaks.

You're already in Hell. How much worse can it get?

Look at me. Look into these eyes. Do they seem as soulless as I feel? Most often times I have to stopyself mid match, because the addiction takes over. An addiction to the art of killing. My opponents, they try to inflict pain on me, and they do try their hardest to do so. I can see them toil. I can smell the smoke coming from their ears as they ask themselves "how can I possibly beat this man?" Their first mistake would be the misconception that I am a man. That is every mortal's first mistake when they face me. You saw it with Griffin. He thought that he could disbelieve my legend, and that he would be okay. Yet, after all the punishment he gave me, I decimated him. I made him choke on his beloved thin mints. I once again had to stop myself from murdering a man. Not because I wanted to. No. But because Ozymandias begged me to let that pathetic mortal live. And so it happened.

I have to control myself. I am a Beast, a machine. My killswitch? It's stuck on kill.

Enigma, in all his wisdom and experience...he has done wonders for me. But still, I feel soulless. I feel empty. I feel like death is like heroin, and with every kill it is not enough. Every time I kill I immediately get the urge to do so again. And I know it's rage. Tell me, if you'd been forsaken after toiling in the fields for so long, and your brother won the favor of God, a God who was supposed to unconditionally love you, how would you feel? How would you feel if our "vengeful" father didn't understand YOUR need for vengeance?!

His eyebrow twitched a bit, the look of anger in the black pools that were his eyes evidenced by flames. The flames grew for a moment and then subsided as an eerie calm to him.

My shadowy brother has shown me the light, ironically. Enigma, he is teaching me how to repair that switch, and he is training me to sharpen my skills. Every morning, I awake at three thirty in the morning and a physical training regimen begins. A mere human would not be able to survive. But I am no mere human, for I am Cain...I am the Original Murderer. Our day progresses and he asks me "why do you kill?". Because I have to. But when he asks me why I feel that I have to, the answer is...the...answer is...

He stared off into the distance for a while, not sure of his own reasoning.

Is it rage? Why am I still angry after all of these years? I had my vengeance against Abel, twice over. No, my killing as of late has become senseless murder. What do I gain from killing a whole small town of people? It's a waste of energy, as Master Enigma has taught me. So....no more senseless killing. No more "one more kill". No more "I'll stop tomorrow". You see, I have a new focus, a new goal if you will. My path to that goal begins on Monday Night.

The corner of his mouth curled upwards.

LH Harrison.

What does that even stand for, anyway? Little Ho? Light Harbinger? Luke Hawklocker? Tell me so that I may understand. I don't understand you, Harrison. You came up and challenged me, of all people, to a loser leaves brand match. A boiler room brawl, nonetheless. You say that you want to rid "your show" of "my filth". What part of me is filthy, persay? Is it that I kill fragile mortals who deserve it? Is it because I nearly killed Griffin? Or my beloved Miako? Is it because I killed and dismembered that fool, Sacrelidge? That's right, Harrison. I called him a fool, and you know it to be true. He was the same as you, challenging me and, in my opinion, making a mockery of my legacy. Yes, you will be predictable and say the same exact thing that every other two bit naysayer in your position says. "You''re a fraud." "You've never killed anyone". "They were all paid actors you paid to let you kill them."

Do you think I haven't heard this all before? Do you think it's new to me? If I had a dime for every time someone tried to debunk my claims, I would be richer than I already am. But you see, I am already richer than you. Richer in talent. Richer is skill. Richer in fanbase. Richer in every aspect, fool. If you think that for one second that your little win loss record is relevant to me, then put a bullet in your brain right now. My past doesn't really matter, Harrison. Neither does your's. The point I am looking to get across is that the future is here, Harrison. But he's not some stupid little inspirational speaker. No...the future is Darkness.

I am Cain, and I am the future. Madness is MY show, dick. Get the fuck off.

-Static

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