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Cain · **12-16-2014, 08:58 PM**

"Incredible strength. Unbelievable speed. The ability to heal so quickly that my body doesn't hold injury. I kill without remorse. I don't cry for the souls which I deliver unto the Prince of Darkness, because at the end of the day, he will grant me a place in his kingdom. A special place where I will reign as king."

"I am Cain. I am his messiah and you all will worship me as such."

The scene is perhaps an unfamiliar one. A church. Yes, a church which Cain inhabits that hasn't been desecrated. Cain stands in the pulpit, dressed in a black three piece suit with a red tie. Surrounding the pulpit are about one hundred followers of Cain, who looks like Jim Jones. On steroids.

Speaking of which, we see a vat of red liquid sitting on a wooden table in front of the pedastal. One can only guess what is in this red liquid, but the stacks of paper cups next to it would give one the impression that it is intended for drinking.

Cain paces back and forth.

"Brothers and sisters..."sharp breath."...Spine Twister, Simon Lyster, he thinks that he knows me. He thinks that he understands me, and by that logic then he believes he knows.."sharp breath."...us!"

Does he? Does he really understand Cain and his followers? The Alpha and his pack. The black robed disciples all jeer the statement made by Cain. How dare this human claim to even understand the nature of Cain.
Cain smirks.

"I appeciate his comments. Praising my strength. Adoring my speed. In sheer awe of my size. I do however question his intelligence. Who strategizes on national television? When you learn from the greatest generals throughout history, you fully understand what a mistake that is. Also..."eyes go wide, sharp breath. "...he speaks of YOUR messiah as if he doesn't realize that he cannot take advantage of me! Does he know who the fuck I am?!"

A large flat screen lowers from the ceiling, and the speakers on either side of the stage blast Slayer. Cain yells over the music, the crowd of disciples abuzz with excitement.

"He's right! I am a monster!"

The scene on the flat screen comes to life. Cain is shown standing face to face with the Mafia Men. The last man standing against them, as a matter of fact. Where you would see the superstar getting beaten up within an inch of their life normally, instead you see Cain completely dominating then defeating the three men.

"I am not a normal person. You all know that. Enigma...Theo Pryce, he knows it. With all the disrespectful things he says about me, the Universal Champion still acknowledges my power. Just like Sebastian Duke. Has anyone seen Duke lately? No! Do you know why? It's because he knows the nature of Cain Arkham."

"Did I beat him? No. He knows though, that like all predators..."

Cain grins. What he is about to say? It's a frightening thought, no matter who you are. No matter what path you walk in life, a little voice tells you..

"...I evolve. I get better. Would I be so confident if I didn't? No. I would be like Outsider Joel. Tough, but working part time because I can't evolve. But you know, I have evolved, Canaanites. This curse from God? It was a blessing. Luster, he doesn't understand us at all..."He shakes his head, lights dimming around him. "...because we are not human."

"We are the darkness Cainaanites. We are the night. We are those rejected by God in favor of the norm who take a knee before him."

The most interesting thing is shown on the flat screen now, the glowing red eyes of the robed Cainaanites fixated on it. As Cain narrates the scene... "My brother and I competed for his favor..." ...two silhouettes shown against a sunrise. One tends fields, the other tends the flocks. "...we competed for his favor. The favor of a GOD who only loves those who worship him!"

"Amen!"

"Speak the truth, Lord Cain!"

Cain walks in a circle, finger in the air as the screen shows hyper realistic blood spraying into the air, and an evil Cain standing with a sadistic grin. "Competition...competition is the key. Competition is what drives me. I don't need a loving saviour to redeem my soul and I don't need a man who thinks he knows me, praising my strength. I don't need it, because as far as I am concerned he...this Lyster...he is just as damned as the other poor soul who stands opposite the Last Son of Eden. Who is this other mortal who's body I am to break? What is the name of the man who's soul I am to..." insane chuckle. "...devour?"

"Crickets? Noone knows? Noone cares. For when the Herald of Hell sets foot in the ring once more, this world will be given a new gift. Oh yes...you know what it is, right brothers and sisters? This gift is the gift of true salvation. One by one, I will give this world the gift of death. Two at Christmas Shove-It..."

The camera zooms in on the face of Cain, his features demonic.

"The fires of hell demand a sacrifice."

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