Sis?No way. Maybe that brand on his forehead has begun to poison his mind, you know, do some mental damage, and he’s more deranged than one knows.
“I haven’t seen a paternity test, so that’s still up for debate,” I hiss. “How do we have a connectionnowwhen we haven’t had one before?” I demand, pointing my glaive at him.
I’m getting impatient, and the longer I stand here in his presence, I can feel my body start aching.Ugh, not now. I don’t need this to start up again.Along with the God’s Trumpet’s side effects, I’m feeling this internal ick, like thick ink crawling inside of me as if it's searching for something vulnerable, the longer I’m around Cain. Not knowing what it is or why I’m having this feeling is putting me on edge, so it’s time to find out why he’sreallyhere and how I get rid of him. I don’t believe it’s as simple as wanting to meet me, even if I believed the bullshit flowing out of his mouth about us being siblings.
Cain stops walking and cocks his head to look at me, then chuckles as he drops his gaze to the ground, while I hold my glaive out as a shield, since my magical one is ka-put.
Fuck, he dropped his eyes.Astaroth said you can often tell which way your opponent will strike next by watching the eyes.Well, there went my easy way of anticipating his next move.
He slowly raises his head enough that I can see his eyes, probably hearing my thoughts, and with a slight twitch of his lips, he moves. Within the blink of an eye, my glaives are disarmed and gone. Both of my wrists are bound within one of his hands, and my chin is between his thumb and finger in a tight grasp.
“My silly little mouse,” he says, his breath just a whisper as he leans in. “There was more on that dagger than just God’sTrumpet,” he reveals as his pupils slightly swirl with more power. “We’re connected in more ways than you know.”
“You had your blood on it, you son of a bitch!” I realize, putting together ways to increase connections between supes.Thank you, Magic 101.
He smiles and releases my chin, only to run his finger down my cheek.
“See, you’re a lot smarter than those so-called ‘harpies’ give you credit for,” he praises.
“Get to the point of why you’re harassing me, Cain,” I demand, spitting out his name like the curse it is.
“Harassing? Me? I would never… we’re family,” he patronizes me instead as he drops me like lead and turns to walk a few feet away, giving me a chance to escape.
Knowing when I’ve met my match, I push myself up and try to run, but immediately trip and land in the damp grass.Fuck.Pushing the sheer material of my pants to the side, I glower at the thick vines that are rapidly wrapping around my ankles and shackling me to the ground.
No!I quickly try to rip and tear myself free, but it's no use, and I’m stuck cursing out the fucker as the vines only tighten their embrace.
Cain’s deep laughter causes chills to run down my spine as he approaches, and I see his boots in front of me. He snaps his fingers, and my wrists are magically bound together in front of me with the same flora. With ease, he picks me up by the wrist and dangles me like a dainty mink.
Have you ever held one? If you do, DON’T grab it by its body, go for the tail, and support its body with your other hand. Otherwise, you’ll have an aggressive fucker like me on your hands.
I twist and bring my knees up to kick out, but Cain just swings my body to the side, and I meet air as I hiss in anger, despite my body aching.
“Calm down,” he tells me, grabbing hold of my arm and straightening me out. “You’re going to cause your own heart to explode.” Annoyingly, he cocks his head as if he’s listening to my pounding organ. “We’re meant to be together, little mouse. Our so-called‘father’set up the pieces ages ago, supposedly.” His lip curls in disgust, and I couldn’t agree more.
Well, it seems there’s something we have in common. We’re not too keen on Adam, and I haven’t even met the asshole.
Cain arches an eyebrow. “You have one part of that right.”
Before I can comment or even reply, a bolt of lightning zings through the air, and my world spins. I hit the ground hard, causing me to cry out in pain from the hard ground and the roots around my ankles.
“Leave her alone, Cain!” Knots yells as another flash of light arches through the darkness.
Cain effortlessly dodges it and cocks his head to take in Knots as he approaches and steps in front of me with his sword drawn.
“Ah, Kanotiel,” Cain smirks. “I almost didn’t recognize you in your modern attire. I must say, it doesn’t suit you.”
“Leave. Rez. Alone. She's under my protection,” Knots’ voice thunders as his blue wings fully extend to their full length. There’s a slightly ethereal glow that I can’t help but be in awe of the sight of my Door Knight. He slowly shifts over to fully cover me as Cain allows him.
“Not a great track record of keeping those alive,” Cain teases, and Knots’ grip on his sword slightly tightens. “How has that been working out for you?” he continues to goad.
“Be. Gone. Cain,” Knots warns as he takes a defensive stance.
“Last time I had counted… let’s say…” Cain says, holding up his hand and smirking as he raises a few fingers in front ofKnots. “There was that kid who had dark hair, if I recall.” Knot’s back flexes beneath his shirt as his wings flutter slightly. “And wasn’t there a girl with pigtails, if I remember correctly? It’s hard to remember all of them,” Cain shakes his head with false pity. “You see, they all start running together after a while.” His disinterested smile tells a different story. “Ahh, but who could forget Angele?—”
Knots leaps towards Cain with his sword raised above him for a downward thrust, a perfect slice into Cain's chest cavity, and the idiot only smiles as Death, in the form of Knots, falls upon him.
Right as his sword makes contact with Cain, an arch of wind slashes out from Cain with a crack of thunder that sends a stream of blinding light that tears across our skin in a fury of dirt and debris. Knots flips through the sky and flies back from Cain, while the shackles at my feet hold, forcing me to ride out the debris as it tears at my clothes and skin, causing fire to rush over my bare skin.
