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Cain · (03-16-2016)

The Dark Gospel

Of

Cain

Chapter One
He Is Born Into Paradise

1 The first born son came into existence when Adam came to know his first wife Lillith. The woman who would not lay beneath Adam proudly bore him this child, and Adam did love the child even though his heart could not sustain his feelings for Lillith. Lillith was stubborn and hard headed, and refused to bow to the will of Adam.

2 And so Adam prayed to GOD "Father, the mate you have created for me is amazing and quite beautiful, but I fear that she may be disobedient. I know it is your will for woman to serve man, and you have seen her transgressions. Father I can feel the darkness within her and I see the serpent in her eyes. Please hear my plea, and send me a more fitting mother for this child which has been born unto me."

3 And God said. "My son, I have seen the darkness that lies in her heart, and I hereby banish Lilith to the deepest pits of Lucifer's domain. She will do no harm to you, but be warned that this child, anointed in demonic blood shall be your's to raise. Be warned also that this child, this Cain, will one day betray his own kind. His own family."

4And so Adam, father of Cain, born from the dust of the files gave unto the Lord a single rib. The Lord did take that rib and create Eve, a subservient woman for Adam. He saw that her heart was pure, and did present her upon Adam, saying "Yay Adam, I bestow upon you this pure hearted woman. She will bear you children and you and your family shall thrive in Paradise, Eden."

5And of the Tree of Knowledge, Adam and his family were forbidden to partake, for the Lord warned them that it's fruit would destroy paradise. So Adam did say that he and his family would not partake of said fruit. And yay, they did live in paradise, Adam, Cain, and Eve.

The scene fades in on a dimly lit alleyway where the only sound heard is the sound of footsteps on the pavement. After about ten seconds, a shadow passes along a red brick wall and we hear a very familiar voice.

"Man, I've been called a lot of things. I've been called a fraud. I've been called a monster. I've been called The Hand of Death, an apt nickname for the God of Murder. Yes. The God Of Murder. Now? I am the Avatar of Immortality. Hahaha. Makes perfect sense. I've been shot, stabbed, burned, run over, ripped to shreds by a group of rabid Wolverines, had my neck snapped, I've been blown to pieces by the FBI much like the fictional WANNABE Jason Voorhees, I've been thrown from a cliff by Vlad Tsepesh himself. Man, I am eternal. I am one with the time stream itself, as neither one of us can overtake the other. But yes, I've been called everything by everyone of these silly mortals, but when it comes down to it? Whether they call me a fraud, a myth, an urban legend, mortals learn to believe the hype. Because I am Immortality."

"I will never die. I can never be killed, no matter who or what stands before me. My power is is incomprehensible to these stupid..." the figure chuckles as he continues that long walk. "...mortals. These primates, washed in the blood of the lamb who've been taught by their delusional parents that there is no such thing as monsters. They are so confident in their "beliefs", yet too idiotic and filled with naivety to realize that what they believed once before?"

"It's all lies, lies told to them by holier than thou religious zealots who believe in a book written by their own kind. A kind who would listen to the lies of a fuckin' serpent, and be stupid enough to get themselves cast out from paradise."

His tone became less joking, more serious. This was Cain, a man whose words had begun to flow like the rivers of fire in hell. His words had become deliberate, slow and burning. He had become a prophet of his own dark plans and premonitions.

"I had paradise in my hands. My mother bore me into paradise, only for my father and his whore to screw me out of what is rightfully mine. The Promised Land belongs to me, a being older than this mud ball you humans call Earth."

"My mother has long since died. She was sealed away like an animal and left to die after that bitch disobeyed him-" he points upwards with a sneer."-your so-called loving God, the one who you all depend on! But I took from "him" as well, because he took so much from me!"

"He took my birthright! He took my mother, my crops and left me with this cursed Mark because I destroyed my half brother! Hahahaha!"

"People wonder...they wonder, why do I keep killing?"

Camera slowly circles the well dressed murderer, an eerie aura emanating from his chiseled frame. The aura, picked up by the cameras glowed a dull red as his anger intensified.

"I keep killing not because I am death, nor do I fear it. Death is a natural part of life for each of my victims, but to me it is not even relevant."

"This brings me to you, Pale Rider. Always one step behind me, yet too slow to ever catch me. What was it that you said when you challenged me? Me, Cain, the only living Immortal in existence?"

""OH CAIN, just picture the match! The billing! This is a match that will be billed "The Avatar of Death versus The Avatar of Immortality!" You were so excited, and honestly, it's not something I'm used to seeing from my opponents. Excitement is for good things though. So I wonder, are you deluded?"

"This does not bode well for you, Tank."

This match would be one for the ages, and Cain knew this. However he wasn't out kissing babies and signing autographs, due to the simple fact that he lived for destruction itself.

"You're right about one thing, Tank. You're right that this will be the last time that we cross paths because I don't intend on it ever happening again. You see, as we face off amongst those poor souls that I myself have laid to..." he smirks."...rest, you will slowly to begin to realize what I already know. You will close your eyes as you feel the pain I inflict, and every time you do-" he chuckles, a low, demonic chuckle."-all you will be able to see is me, standing over you, holding your still beating heart in my hand. Slowly you feel your body growing cold, Tank...slowly, but noticeably...and then you wake up. Yes. You realize it was just a nightmare but you know something else?"

"You realize just how deep you are in shit. The shit you're in is so deep right now that you have no choice to admit that my reality is more terrifying than your worst nightmare!"

He slowly turns his back on the camera, black duster swaying in the wind. On the back of this monster, this demon's black duster is a red, horned skull with fangs protruding where it's canines should be. Superimposed over a golden devil's star, you feel it's black, lifeless eyes staring into your soul.

We hear Cain speak once again.

"What am I, Pale Rider?"

"Am I an overzealous "Gothic wrestler" looking to make a name for himself? No. This is more than a gimmick. I have existed since before death was a concept. I am the innovator of murder."

"Am I a "pro wrestler" who reads the back of his hand and speaks just for the camera? No, I am a demon who speaks from his black heart, and with every word my conviction becomes stronger. I am the new Prophet, but no longer will I serve the Heavenly father and "cleanse" his mistakes from this world. I will kill because I enjoy it!"

"So what am I?!"

Camera once again pans around the seven foot monster, and we see his eyes flash red. We can see his elongated canines sparkle in the dim lighting.

"I am Cain, and the Pale Rider...death...is now my prey. So I suggest that if you are looking for paradise, you kiss some holy ass. You can give your soul to Jesus, but Wednesday Night....your ass belongs to me!"

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