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Cain · **01-07-2015, 09:17 PM**

He had a lot to think about. It hadn't been twenty four or even an hour since his loss to Iris Oppenheimer and he was already back in the gym. Sweat poured down his chest as he curled the dumbbells. Left. Right. Left. Right. One hundred. One hundred and one. Veins rose from his skin as he pushed his body to the limits, eyes wide with what would not be described as anger but what would be described as determination.

He knew he'd lost to a woman. He knew though that this defeat was actually very narrow one, and although noone else would see it that way he didn't care. Fuck them. Fuck those would surely ridicule him. Normal men would push that to the back of their mind, but Cain instead dwelt on it.

He growled as the fire burned brighter within his soul. A dark flame, an inferno of hunger. A new hunger deep inside the Beast, one that will drive him. But first...

"You lost; to a woman no less. Still happy with your deal, brother?"

He sneered. "Shut your fuckin' hole, Abel. I don't need to hear what I already know."

"And that is?" asked the apparition out of curiosity. Yes. Even ghosts get curious. Now before I go further, allow me to explain why Abel was seemingly everywhere Cain chose to go. We all knew the story of the bible, and were made aware of the details of this "deal". Another detail of the deal was, that like a vampire, Cain had to consume something from a victim to maintain his power.

He consumed Abel's heart. This act, in itself, seemed gross but as he'd done this he had also gained a piece of Abel's soul. Unfortunately for him, Abel went to Heaven and left the wrathful part of his soul with his murderer."Must you torment me forever, Abel? Everytime I fall short, there you are. Being a douchebag."

More confusion for Abel. Remember, he was not with these modern day insults. "You've lost me, brother. What is a douchebag?"

"Don't play stupid. You've been in my mind for two thousand years, surely you have heard that word."

"Hah...of course. You know Cain, for a man who struck a deal with Lucifer himself, you're such a loser. You lost to a fucking woman, a woman you were SO sure you could beat!" Abel sighed. "Fucking hell man, you can't even make my death worth something?! There goes your opportunity at the Universal Championship!"

"What the fuck business is it of your's? What do YOU care if I win that championship?! It's none of your goddamned concern, specter, so be gone!"

Well, he had maintained his powers in some aspects. Abel dissipated with Cain's enraged command, and Cain felt relief wash over him. He closed his eyes for a moment and then grasped the barbells until his knuckles turned white. Then he began his regimen once more...with every single curl, he repeated the same phrase.

"I will be champion..."

Curl.

"...I will be champion..."

He growled and bellowed...

"...I WILL BE CHAMPION!"

The mirror cracked on the wall slightly with The Beast's roar. Cain dropped the barbell and stood. He started to leave the weight room, he wanted to call it a night. But no. Another voice from his past called to him.

"You were my hero...why?"

He knew that voice. It had stopped him in his tracks when he'd heard it. He slowly turned around and there stood a young man in Phalanx armor. A cadet with curly blonde hair and blue eyes stood, sword buried in his chest. Straight through his heart. Cain just rolled his eyes. "You as well now, Thaddeus? Come to follow in Abel's footsteps and piss me off?"

"Why Cain? Why did you kill me? You taught me everything. You raised me like a son! I watched you beat Christ with a cat of nine tails and laughed along with you!"

"Oh stuff it. The only great thing about you was that military mind."

"So you betrayed me for power? Same reason you betrayed those Brotherhood fellows?"

For the record, Cain Arkham had never betrayed The Brotherhood. Vincent Thorn had made clones of Cain. Inferior clones. Cain shook his head. He remembered the young man he'd betrayed, because they were close. Best friends. But Cain had seen the benefits of being a strategic genius and he killed Thaddeus and devoured his brain. He smirked. "You knew who and what I was when you started following me around like a sick puppy. So you tell me who's fault it is that you are dead? Not mine."

"The refusal of guilt is an act of cowardice, Cain. Don't you understand anything?"

"I understand that I have another match next Wednesday and it's against that asshole who attacked me from behind and some no name rookie. I understand that. To accept guilt? I would be distracting myself from my goals, Thaddeus."

"But still..."

"Be gone, pussy."

Another spiritual "ambush" thwarted with two words. The young man disappeared and once again, Cain made his way toward the shower room. At this point, a shower was needed. The man had the funk going on.

"If only Lucifer could make the voices stop...maybe this wouldn't be such a pain in the ass."

Cain moved into the shower room, feeling the cold white tiles underneath his bare feet. Thankfully, all of the other talent had gone home. Well, at least the talent OUTSIDE the twisted mind of Cain Arkham. He disrobed and stepped under the shower head. Scalding hot water bursted forth from the showerhead and the room filled with steam quickly.

As Cain bathed, he thought about next Wednesday. No perverts, nothing sexual. Far from it, actually. No, actually he went over strategies in his head. First, there was Lucius Fyre who claimed to be a Satanist yet named his finisher after the Gatekeeper of Heaven. Saint Peter.

"Hrmf...Saint Peter's Driver. Dull."

"That's exactly why you took it like a little bitch, huh brother?"

Cain yelled at the spirit, once again tormenting him.

"Can I PLEASE get some fucking privacy?! Shit man, I don't want you staring at my dick and shit!"

"You never minded when I stared at it, Cainie."

Cain's eyes went wide as the steam covered the form of his brother. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He watched as the silouhette of the man became that of a voluptuous young woman. Tight. Wet. You get the point. He felt his heart drop in his chest, as black as it was. It was her. For once, the Messiah of Pain showed...what was it? Remorse.

"Miako...I....I..."

"You're sorry? You should be. I gave you everything."

"....I killed you without a second thought. You gave me your hea-" He shook his head. "No. No, you're not there! I will not be made a whining, crying pussy! That would give Kissinger and Fyre ammo!"

"Stop being childish, Cain. This isn't politics. This isn't high school. Insults don't matter. Ass kicking? That's what matters, honey. Lucifer has given you great power, no matter what the means! What did that general manager once say? He said he wants you to be a Beast! So yes. Be sorry to me but DO NOT lose your FOCUS!"

Cain stared at her nude form, and despite the growing erection, he still took the time to notice that she wasn't ridiculing him. She was being very understanding. Very loving. The apparition sauntered up to Cain and wrapped her arms around him. Cain finally broke down, which for him, was a single tear that rolled down his cheek.

"Stop listening to all of us, Cain...let us go. Let your past go, stop letting it defeat you. Become a monster. Cainie...kill...do it...let the beast go. Start with Fyre. Prove to this world WHY they should fear you."

As the apparition began to fade, Cain did exactly what Miako had said. He let her go. But at this very moment, the strangest thing happened. He dropped down to his knees, head buried in his hands as he actually sobbed. He thought about everything from the past year in which he'd failed. So many missed opportunities. He wasn't crying for the remorse of his kills or the fact that Miako was gone forever.

No. He was crying because he knew that Lucifer had chosen him and he had failed him. The question now...could he recover? Finally truly alone.

To Be Continued

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