The world was a lonely place for those such as they.

They were the outcasts, one by actions and the other by genetics.

When you kill one mortal, you might as well have killed them all. They were all the same. This eternal life felt meaningless to them both. Deep down, they were lonely.

They had chosen this life. They'd chosen to walk alone. And in this life, the two of them had lived a thousands lifetimes.

Delilah couldn't say that she hated her father. After all, he'd always been her rock as a child. Long ago when she would skin her knee he would be there to wipe her tears away. Whenever she was hungry, the normally hard hearted Cain would go out to the field and slaughter cattle with his bare hands, bring the meat home, pick some grapes and feed his little girl.

His little Bubbeleh.

She sighed as she walked along the city streets that night, the cold air biting her bare arms. Honestly, her long nap had made her forget that Winter could be so harsh. Then again she was a bit ditty at times, even as his daughter.

But he was proud of her. So proud that he would kill for her, not out of addiction but out of love. For Cain so loved his daughter, he held her above his concubines in his heart. The two would never have sex, as there was no lust. But if it came down to having to choose another woman's feelings over his daughter there was no choice at all. The whore would die.

Cain sat at the window and watched the rain fall, sadness reflected in his eyes. He'd been thinking of his Bubbelah since Persephone had appeared before him to let him know of her impending arrival. This was a long forgotten feeling for Cain, so it was one that he would go on to suppress as he always did. After all, "love" would weaken him.

Delilah stopped in her tracks as she felt roving eyes upon her. This gaze felt like a set of hands physically groping her ample breasts, and she could feel that there were more than one set of eyes upon her. She shivered as she heard the voice, partly from being cold and wet from the rain.

"Looky here boys! What do we have here? A nice piece of fresh meat, I'd say!"

How many were there? Two? Three? Maybe seven? Their scents were masked by the smell of falling rain, and even her nocturnal vision was blurred. It was blurred because her power was nothing in comparison to her Godlike father.

She was half human, but perfect in his eyes due to the blood flowing through her veins. He especially was proud of how she'd inherited his meta human traits such as glowing eyes or her perfect figure.

Cain just knew something wasn't right as he stared down into the streets below. He felt that clear and present danger, something he wasn't used to, was approaching. But it was strange. They were no danger to him personally, yet he could feel a strange sensation.

Was this fear?

What was fear to him? He'd never felt it before. Not when he wandered endlessly slaughtering journeymen, nor when the twenties rolled around and he took a hail of bullets from Capone's best men. These were examples of his experiences.

He was a warrior deep down. Fearless.

She backed away as a gaggle of fat, ugly drug addicts moved out of the shadows of an alley, brandishing a variety of weapons and dressed in leather. Why was she so afraid? Because Cain wasn't always so powerful, and neither is she now.

One old man is nothung compared to giant thugs, six of them.

The gang leader was a large man with a bushy beard and a broad hairy chest. He carried a switchblade in his left hand, and chewed, spitting an acrid black liquid into the wet ground. He stank like a wet dog covered in shit, and as they corner her, he got right in her face. "Boys, we got us a pretty little play thing here. She can't be more than eighteen years old!"

"I bet she's so tight, Brad!"

She then felt herself quivering harder as Brad towered over her, the stench of tobacco on his breath. Starting at the hem of her sweater, she felt the cold steel gently brushing her flat stomach. She tried to put on a brave front even with an impending gang rape.

"Y-you b-b-better watch out. I am not a little girl!"

"Mmmmm maybe you ain't, darlin'. Cuz we're gone make you feel like a grown damn woman tonight!" said a tall, thin son of a gun with no hair and a swastika tattoo behind his ear. He smacked the palm of his hand with his steel Louisville slugger.

Crash!

Broken glass joined the falling rain like pebble sized pellets of hail, and a large form dropped onto the neo-nazi from above. He sent the man down to his stomach and grabbed his arm, wrenching it back until he heard a SNAP. The bald neo nazi yelled loudly as his ulna now protruded from the bottom of his forearm.

Cain was there, and Delilah was thrilled to see her father after all these years.

How long had it been? One hundred? Two hundred years? She looked upon him with pride.

Cain stood over the injured man, not even bothering to finish him off as he stared at the other thugs with anger burning in the dark pools on either side of his nose.

Big Brad shivered so hard that he just dropped his switchblade into a forming puddle on the asphalt, small droplets of water rising into the air and onto his leather chaps.

Cain then broke with tradition as he stepped over the nazi toward Brad, dropping the bat on the ground with a clank. "Run away. Run as far away as you can, because if you don't, what I do to you will be far worse than a broken arm."

And they ran. They ran so far away, footsteps echoing into the night.

Delilah wasn't surprised whatsoever as her father spared the lives of the street trash. For she knew what he did, and what he was but he would never actually take a life in front of his sweet Bubbelah. His dear daughter had once been the thing that made him calm. She gave him peace where no one else had, and not only that. She made him focus on being a better man.

Time is nothing to an immortal in a situation of normal circumstance. But the two stood there with locked eyes, neither one moving from their spot. He saw her there, so vulnerable, so weak in comparison to himself.

She saw him there, so powerful. So big. Her father had always amazed her with his strength, like the time she asked him to pick up a rock, a boulder, so her kitten Bartholomew wouldn't be trapped in the crawlspace behind her home. She remembered that stern look he'd given her, and then gave him the look that always got him.

That brilliant smile, which was deceptively shy. Her smile was infectious to The Beast we know as Cain.

Cain fought this feeling welling up inside his chest, fists clenched at his side. He knew that if anyone saw a different side of him, they'd call him weak. Then, his heart of hearts got the best of him when she uttered two words.

"Hi daddy."

His guard immediately dropped and he quickly embraced his flesh and blood. For the first time in forever, he could feel the fires of hell joined by a different set of flames. He saw his vision blur and felt his eyes and cheeks burn as tears began to flow down. The waterfall didn't stop as he held his young daughter close to him.

She was his reason. With her, he would never wander aimlessly again. He whispered to her but partly to himself as he cried...."My Bubbelah..."

"Awwwww...daddy, it's alright. Cheer up! I'm here now!"

Indeed, she was. And she gave him a new determination. A new fire burned in the bad ass Last Son of Eden, because he had almost everything he desired. Long conversations would be in order.

To Be Continued

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Austin Fernando Said:As you may have noticed, he deleted the promotional video he put up and got those 'primates' over at the XWF to put it back up for him. But apparently the concept of only being allowed to post up TWO of these videos a day is a concept that he fails to understand.

"It's not my fault that said "primates" over at the tech department posted said video too early. I apologize for human stupidity, something that you are guilty of on so many levels."

"You're like a fly with it's wings cut off right now Fernando. You're struggling to fly. You're throwing shit at the wall in an attempt to make it stick but at the end of the day, all you are is a pretty boy who really isn't as good as he says he is."

"Oh sure. Why don't you mention the fact that you openly correct my speech? Like, you know, you're reading what I say? Is that what you will do next? I wouldn't be suprised with the way you are suddenly grasping at straws."

"You're begging me not to get angry too, like a child to their parents right before they get the ass beating of their life."

Austin Fernando Said:You try to sit on an invisible thrown and reign over all of us like you hold some power. Hell, you could accuse me for the same thing, but I'm the one with a winning record here, I'm the one who can back up my claims of greatness.

"Hrmf. Listen, do me a favor you self absorbed assclown."

"The next time you speak of my throne, please watch your pronunciation of the word. It sounds as if you are saying I am throwing things."

"Things like shit. Which monkeys like yourself throw."

"SEE? I can pull that card and play it too. Douchebag."

"Now, let's talk about your winning record since you want to. Yeah. You beat me, but I've been beaten by better. Do you think that ducking affects me? I've heard things like that for the past ducking year and a half. I don't accept the fact that I've lost, but I accept the fact that I need improvement."

"But back to your record, which doesn't exclude the entire roster."



"First of all, I want to bring up how you and everyone else ALWAYS like to call me fake. Okay. Fine. But you actually got beaten by a fucking sixteen bit teenage girl. That's right Austin. Game Girl. You lost to a video game. But nothing beats the time when you were eliminated by Justin Sane or Ricky Desmond, neither of which are still around. You know, for someone who is so full of himself you sure as hell shook Sane's hand after the match."

"If it wasn't you, I could respect that. But I don't know, it just doesn't seem to fit you at all."

"Sportsmanship just doesn't feel like your "thing". Of course, later that night, you joined your second faction. Which in turn makes you a hypocrite for saying that I can't win anything on my own."

"You sir, are quite the coattail rider."

"Look. I guess what I am trying to say is that you think you're perfect when you are not. You lose. And you lost to a non-existent being. Three really, because ya gotta count Sane and Desmond. "

Austin Fernando Said:You're the guy who wants to have a mouthpiece, you're the guy who wants to be in the big commercials and the huge organizations. You want to have a team that you can be apart of and successful with, you want to achieve glory, but your shortcomings always manage to stop you from getting anywhere in life.

"See, I am noticing this same pattern. Over and over again, you try to make me feel inferior to you. But you've done this to others before, and you've lost. I think that maybe my problem was that I let you get to me. I admit, I was stupid for that. You see, unlike you, I can admit where I've had short comings."

"I suppose that you're going to come back with some sort of "I can't do this anymore, I'm so tired." You're going to find some way to twist everything I say back on me because that's your schtick. That's what you do."

"I'm so used to it that I've come to expect it, maybe even look forward to it."

"You're one to talk about wanting to belong. Hell, you've been a part of at least two stables and two tag teams since you began your career here. I've been with the Brotherhood. But I've found that I work better alone because I don't play well with others."

Austin Fernando Said:So Cain, read through your contract thoroughly and stop getting ahead of yourself. Because after this week? It's all going to come crashing down. Your life, your career, it all falls.

"No. It's not. Because shit talk never pinned a man. But an ass whipping from a bad ass mother fucker like me?"

"That'll do, pig. That'll do."

"Beat you Wednesday, bitch."

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