When we last left Cain, we learned a good bit of where hevgot his first name, and where he got his start. Cain was originally born to the world's first humans, Adam and Eve. Years and years passed and he began killing more and more people. However, we touched on this creature's history of war not too long ago. For there were actually three hundred and one warriors in the Spartans' final struggle against the mighty Persian army. But one, was not a true Spartan. In a plight to help the Spartan army fend off the Persian army, a secret society of what came to be Germany sent their greatest warrior. That's where things get confusing, because Cain ended up in Germany after killing a whole village single handedly. But anyway, Cain ended up being the last survivor of the battle, though the history book tell nothing of it. They have to preserve the images of the Spartans.

But the few Romans who watched the huge battle saw Cain take noess than a hundred arrows. News spread across the land of this Supernatural show of strength and longevity, but Cain disappeared after said battle. He resurfaced as a victim of slave trading after a while and soon became the Emperor's most feared gladiator. However, that wasn't rewarded. He was treated like a dog, and now, he rots in a dank dungeon. Rats scurry and squeak in the torchlight as Cain laid motionless on the floor.

"....let....me....out...", these words uttered by a weakened Cain toward a one if the Emperor's best guards.

Maxillian was his name. He was perhaps the youngest member of the royal guard, and put in charge of guarding the Emperor's prized pet. Max was the top graduate of the academy. He'd done every single field exam, as back then, written exams were not regarded as highly as they are now. So yes, he was the top of his class. Too bad he was also a douchebag. He just chuckled under his breath. The weakened Cain was no threat to him. "Hrmf."

"I said....let me go..."

He turned around, and looked at Cain. The monster hadn't moved from the spot which he'd been unceremoniously thrown. "Yes. When harpies swim, beast."

"Let me go...or else."

"Or else what? You are powerless to do anything. Hades Shackles will see to that."

Mythos of Cain Arkham Said:"Hades Shackles" - When held captive by mortals, said Mortals prayed to the Gods for these mystical instruments. Reportedly, these shackles were crafted using a chip off of Aries' armor(for strength), and temped by Hephaestus himself in the Forge of the Gods. The shackles sap the monster of all his Supernatural power, whether he has just fed or not.

A low, feral growl came from the chest of the captive monster. He tried to sit up, but the supernatural weight of his bindings held him down. To him, those shackles felt like they weighed a ton. He couldn't move at all. He could only speak, a talent which he would make good use of as the smarmy young man just laughed in his face. Well...not literally. "You arrogant fuck. Consider yourself among the lucky ones, or blessed by the Gods. For when I get out of these fucking shackles, I'm not going to kill you." he laughed. "Oh noooo, I'm going to let you live. Do you know why?"

Max rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll humor you. Preytell why, oh killer of men?"

"Because I am going to tie you up and make you sit and watch me rape your women and kill your men. Your entire family will be sodomized and murdered. Ripped from limb to limb. Cut from stem to stern. Mark mark words, you little bastard. You all will pay."

"Oh. Allow me to contact my next of kin." he replied sarcastically as he turned his back on Cain."Do yourself a favor and go to sleep, you dog. You're more tolerable that way."

"I would listen to him, boy. He's not one to trifle with!" Spoke an old man in the cell directly adjacent to Cain's. The former high Priest of Hades, Asmasi, was an African immigrant. Yes. A worshipper of the God of the Underworld. From Africa. The old .an was almost skeletal, and dark skinned. Though, his skin had lightened a bit from weeks of not seeing the sun.

Max just rolled his eyes. Again. "You people are all mad! Look old man-" he flourished his hand toward Cain."-he is powerful! He cannot move! The man is being set upon by rats, yet he does not flick them away because he cannot!"

The old man sighed, and shook his head. "I am trying to warn you, boy. You are the one who refuses to listen. So be it."

The life of a prison guard can be so tiresome. For as sure as the sky is blue, young Max decided that he would take a load off in a nearby chair. He sat there, leaned back against the wall closest to Cain's cell. Not like Cain could do anything, right? Poor Cain. You almost had to pity him in his weakened captive state. He laid there quietly. There was complete silence for a while, in fact. For what felt like hours, the silence was deafening. Suddenly, Cain heard a whisper from the cell next to him. The old man. "I know who you are."

"So?"

"He knows who you are too."

Cain shook his head. "Yes, and he is an annoying, pompous bastard. Your point?"

"No him, son. Someone far greater than him. Someone whom we all must come before one day."

"Oh really? Enlighten me, old one. Whom do you speak of?"

Cain laid there, weakly raising his head to look at the set of white eyes and perfect white teeth staring at him from behind the bars. Complete darkness had shrouded the old man and in Cain's weakened state, his night vision was nearly non existant. Once again, there was silence. It was as if the Gods were taunting him. Or was it God taunting him? This particular town had yet to be converted to Christianity, so it was probably the former. Finally, the silence was broken by the old priest. "I can't tell you that yet. It would ruin the big picture. It would alter history."

"Shit, old man. That isn't doing me any good in my current predicament. Hell, these shackles are locked down pretty fucking tight and though I understand not why, I cannot lift them."

"That there's godly power, Cain."

Cain narrowed his eyes. "How.....how do you know my name?"

"In due time, my boy. All will be revealed in....due......"

Cain couldn't make out the last words. Though he knew he'd heard something other than "in due time". The fact was though, that Cain needed rest. He was just too weak to continue.

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