Cain

"Look I'm not Hearing a Magic Red door anywhere!?" You groaned, Cleo's bored-looking form standing beside You as You searched every nook and cranny with Your enhanced Vampiric senses

"It should sound like a Low buzzing, like a swarm of angry Bees," Cleo repeated, making You wince as Her voice projected loudly into Your sharpened ear

"Well that's all well and good, but telling me what it sounds like for the fiftieth time hasn't gotten us very far. god damn moving doors, it's never just easy is it." You mumbled as Cleo scowled at You, her face pretty and white as the moonlight even when she adorned that grumpy look that she liked so much

"Maybe You're just not trying hard enough." said the gothic beauty, folding her arms as You sighed, rubbing Your ears as they rang, the deafening sound of the shitty Oldtown occupants cars rushing through the dirty streets sounding harshly on Your hearing

"Feel free to chip in at any time here, we've been at this for half an hour! I shouldn't have to be the only one listening to that Elderly couple two blocks west of here arguing about their declining sex life, ugh." Cleo straightened at Your words, taking a very superior stance for a Blooded

"An esteemed Noblewoman like myself shouldn't have to harm her delicate ears when you can do it." Now that right there was probably the most confident that You had seen her in a little while, she must have really bought into Your promise to restore her to her station, though the rampant narcissism in her tone did stoke the desire to knock her off that high horse pretty quickly

"Hey, don't go crowning yourself yet there Your ladyship, I said that I would restore You, that doesn't mean that You don't need to do Your part, now get to work, seeing You all high and mighty is making me a little smiley!" You grinned devilishly to the Raven-Haired woman, her eyes turning away from You as she furtively bit her ruby lip.

You and Cleo moved around the shabby rooftops of the City's shantytown, listening keenly at the night's sounds, shifting through the Gangbangers and car engines to find the Subtle buzz that Cleo had described.

Another few minutes of searching passed and it was starting to hard to not get a little distracted... Cleo was wearing perfume, a savoury scent that filled your nostrils with delight

"Is she wearing make-up!?"

OH, SHE'S GETTING ALL DOLLED UP? I WONDER WHY? HEHE

You smiled, noticing the subtle glossy shine on her lips and the dark mascara that ran across the lids of her mahogany eyes. Cleo eventually noticed Your staring, frowning as she flashed her fangs at You "What are You gawking at?" She snarled, though You quickly disarmed her hostility with a pearly grin

"You look nice tonight. I mean You are usually stunning but tonight, You're really glowing." The Pale woman pressed her lips together, adamantly ensuring to not make eye contact with You

"D-Don't compliment me."

"How can I not, You're a real doll, dark, mysterious, angry, restless Magic doors aside, I think You're enchanting, with or without the lip gloss." Cleo seemed even more disarmed by Your compliments, a kind of uncertainty washing over her avian features, nostrils flaring with frustration

"I didn't wear this for You, I just... it's been a while and... What am I even saying, I don't need to explain myself to You." She growled You didn't even get to open Your mouth before she started rambling again "E-Even if I did, what would it matter, I'm your **** already, You can **** me whenever You feel like it, but You insist on continuing on with trying to convince me to like You like I would ever submit to You willingly, You're a Pig."

Your ears pricked up "Cleo..."

"You know what no, You aren't going to shut me up, I need to vent, You're a bloody cunt, a shit head, I don't care how big... and hard... a pleasurable Your cock is, I am never going to submit to You..."

You looked off into the distance as the Beauty growled out her angst "Umm, Cleo..."

"...Make me as many Hot chocolates as You want, be as nice as You want, I refuse to lower myself to a filthy pleb like You!"

"Cleo..." You said in a singsong voice, making Her explode, her eyes flashing as her teeth lengthened

"WHAT!?" She snarled, You tapping your ears with one hand and pointing with the other

"I think this disgusting cunt of a big-dicked Plebian might have found the magic door we are looking for." You watched as her vampiric features melted away, embarrassment painted on her pretty face

"Oh... okay." she squeaked, resuming her silence as You grinned coyly, quickly pecking her ice-cold cheek before grasping her hand, the Cuteness in her expression making that sharkish grin even wider on Your handsome face

"Let's get going, Your Ladyship." You whispered, Cleo yelping as You shot into the air, the Goth clinging to You as You soared above the rooftop, towards a shabby abandoned building.

Cleo's eyes widened slightly as You hurtled silently towards Building, flying towards a window who's glass had been broken through, clutching your midnight Cleo tightly as You misted, slipping quickly but carefully through the window while masterfully manoeuvring her body so that she fell soft inside on a bed of Your soft semi-physical mass.

"Holy shit." Cleo said a little exasperated as You rematerialized, setting her down carefully as You waited for Your eyeballs to take their normal shape again, blinking slightly for a moment as Cleo shook her head "How the Hell do You move like that?"

You loved the way that Misting felt, flowing around like an angry cloud, it was more than a little exhilarating "Careful there, You almost sounded impressed... hehe, Sssmokin'" You grinned, saying a quiet prayer to Jim Carey and his doubtlessly divine protection over Your shitty reference portfolio.

The Buzzing that vibrated on Your eardrums, emanated from a room a couple of floors down of what looked like an old office building, it seemed vaguely familiar for some reason, an amplified version of a usually subtle sound, You just couldn't put Your finger on it "The door is a floor or two down, come on." You gestured for Cleo to follow, but a pale hand grabbed Your thick bicep, turning to see Cleo's face fixed with a very serious expression

"Maybe... maybe this isn't a good idea." She said, looking a little nervous

You raised an eyebrow "What's wrong?"

"This is dangerous, just the two of us visiting her," Cleo said, a genuine caution in her voice

"Look I get it she's dangerous, but I'm Superior and You can hold Your ground, plus, I'll keep you safe." Cleo's eyes narrowed but yet somehow softer, she was pretty close for someone who hated your guts

"You don't understand... Vulcan isn't like other Blooded, she's out of her mind, hungry for more than just living blood. She's a cannibal, Nox, and I mean a Vampire cannibal, a Wendigo." In contrast to Cleo's serious stare, Your rampant fascination was brighter than the sun

"A Wendigo? Vulcan is a Wendigo!? wait-wait hold on, she's a Vampire and a Wendigo, how the hell does that work, aren't they two different things?"

"Pft, How very Human of You... no, Wendigos are one of many subspecies of Blooded Vampire, Insane Undead who feast on dead flesh, it pushes us into something even more unnatural, warps the mind and body, makes the Vampire into something closer to a Leech, You do know what a Leech is right?" You nodded to Cleo, recalling Kvasir's words on the monstrous creatures that a poor turning could create

"So You're saying that she might try to eat You?" You asked, Cleo poked her finger into Your chest harshly

"What I'm saying that she might try to eat both of us, idiot." She spat, but You were strangely optimistic, noticing the little inches between You and Cleo's crimson lips

"For someone who hates me, You sound awfully worried for My well-being." Cleo frowned, pressing her lips together though she didn't move away

"Shut up." She growled, but You pressed on just too see what happens

"You know if You keep all of these little insults up then I'm gonna have to join You in my bed tonight." You weren't sure just how far that You could push her, but she seemed surprisingly steady like she was too angry to even allow herself to explode anymore, and so she gritted her teeth, turning her back on You

"Whatever... Master." Cleo groaned, though you never faltered, You had made some kind of progress with her, despite her being such a tough nut to crack, still, your face softened, You were responsible for a lot of her pain after all

"Come on, stay close, I don't want any trouble if I can help it."

You had met plenty of cracked Vampires during your time undead, in fact being a Greix seemed to run parallel with some kind of suffering usually at Corvus' hand, sometimes you had wished that He had suffered more at Your hand... but past was past and that Beast that controlled You before was no submitting to Your will and not the other way around.

But this Vulcan, from what Cleo had told you so far, was an Outsider, a Blooded who wondered to the Black City to practice her work in her little cocoon of Insanity, was this just what Vampirism entailed? Madness intuned by the overflowing hands of time? just another condition of wielding unlimited power?

WE HOLD THE KEYS.

"what?"

LOOK AT ALL OF THE MONSTERS WE HOLD IN OUR GRASP, WE COULD OF RAN SOLO, BUT WE DIDN'T, WE TOOK THESE BROKEN LOCKS AND REASEMBLED THEM TO OUR NEEDS, NOW THEY STAND, ARMS WIDE ON OUR SEA OF BLOOD, AND WE HOLD THE KEYS.

"Hmmmm, I suppose that makes sense, You know you're growing a tad insightful there Beast."

....

"Beast?"

SoRrY.... Y-Yes, INSIGHTFUll.... ThAnK You.... *Ahem* JUST VAGINA POKE A FEW OF THEM FOR ME OKAY?

"Are You alright? You don't sound like Yourself?"

WORRY LESS ABOUT ME, AND MORE ABOUT THE TASK AT HAND....

"Are You sure?"

OF COURSE I'M SURE! RIP THE FLESH! FILL THE WOMB AT MACHINE GUN PACE, HAHAHA... Grrmmm....

"You alright there?" Cleo asked, looking at You pause on the dark stairway down the office building, Your face contorting slightly as Your insides rumbled slightly

"I'm f-fine... go on ahead without me, I just need a minute." You reassured, the thundering ache in your chest steadily growing as Cleo tilted her head

"You look like you're about to explode, not that I care but... when was the last time You-" Cleo was suddenly cut off, freezing in place as the very air became dry and time came to a screeching halt, the dust halting, the world stopping.

but You did not have much time to appreciate the period stopping of everything around You, since a lurching and staggering explosion of darkness struck at Your insides, making You trip, Your tall form slipping over and tumbling painfully down one of the flights of stars, clanging and smashing against the hard metal of the steps before You rolled painfully to the foot, laying there as the pressure inside began to fill every nook of Your Vampiric body

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH, UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH, FUCK!" You screamed, feeling Your body harden and warp, eyes flashing with red after You lurched monstrously, feeling the scarlet darkness from within growing and growing at breakneck speed, pushing apart the boundaries of Your control before imploding in on itself, erupting in shadow like a dying star, it's biting pulse leaving You hazed and shocked.

"Heavy is the Head that wears the Crown..." As You lay there flat on the dirty floor at the foot of the steps, You blinked, lost in the haze of whatever just happened, and a familiar, but altogether different voice echoed through the shadows "...It's one of those phrases that I hate, but is ultimately true." When You blinked again, You saw something very strange, a Woman, lay flat on the ceiling above You, parallel to You and starring with eery golden eyes.

"K-Kvasir?" You mumbled. You recognised the Woman, Her Pitch black hair splayed unnaturally across the ceiling, though You could not help but notice how subtly different she seemed from the time that she had appeared before, Kvasir wore an old fashioned suit, pitch-black save for it's Stark white waistcoat, Ivory silk gloves and Marble coloured loafers, Her face was more mature, eyes colder and sharper than before, grin swathed in shadow, a Long cane emblazed with an engraved Silver head clutched in her left hand.

You jolted, in place as she vanished within the blink of an eye, though Your body felt heavy, weighed down so that You could not move from Your spot.

"Oh, How I have missed You, Mr Drake." Jumping again in place as the Golden eyed woman appeared suddenly next to You, her hair now tied behind her head and a tall tophat slated like a dark crown, she smiled darkly as You looked up at her, a slight panic in Your chest at the sight of her

"I-It's not been that long since You met me?" You managed to say, trying and failing to lift Your arms up to get off of the dusty floor. Kvasir chuckled in a dark kind of way, her Cheshire Cat'ish smile unnerving You slightly as You laid there powerless

"For You maybe... but for me... Oh lord, I remember now, I was so Young then, Screaming that everything was boring, god I must say that I'm embarrassed to have not introduced myself at a more nuanced point in my Infinity, Oh well, what's done is done, Old Casey gone, New Casey here." As she spoke, You noticed the smokey Black Aura that emanated from her, You remembered how unimaginably colossal her Beast was... "tut tut..." Kvasir suddenly said, interrupting Your thoughts "What did I tell You about thinking so loudly the last time we met, Mr Drake."

"What do You want? Why can't I move... ugh-" You lurched again, feeling the Beast engorged within once again

"I'm just holding you a little still, When that little Beasty grows inside it can get a little destructive, I'm sure You wouldn't want to tear that lovely little Vampire friend of Your to pieces like You did Corvus." She whispered, Your eyes narrowed as Your chest writhed

"How do You-"

"As to What I want, well... I wanted to observe, maybe give a little bit of a push, You may be the most talented candidate... but You certainly aren't the swiftest, nor the most refined, still, at least it's happening now, all that Blood, all these delegates, it's swelling that Power of ours inside of You."

"My Beast... god... He's growing, but... what else, it's like I'm being cooked alive! Ah!" You cried as the inferno inside burned even hotter. Kvasir stood up, twirling her cane as she lamented

"Hmmm, it has been a very long time since anything like that happened to me... let me think, hmmm... Oh! I know, I bet You and Your Beast are fusing, that Blood of mine can only manifest as a separate entity for so long before it starts to assimilate with You." Casey explained, tapping her cane on one of the metal stairs "This is excellent of course, I must say that Your progress is coming along nicely, Mr Drake."

The Volcano of pain was screaming in Your soul, compressing more and more with each second before your sight collapsed in through Your sockets, delving deeper through Your body until You could see the conjunction in the Blackness, the combination of the Snarling Fury and the Vampiric shadow, the two locking in place as You suddenly gasped, feeling a sudden surge of air invade as You gasped, chest cracking as You felt your lungs inflate painfully after such a long time of inactivity.

Flying up from the ground, you shot against the wall, looking around in panic as You choaked, the familiar but slightly alien feeling of drawing breath making a rush cloud Your mind "W-What? How? I'm breathing, how am I breathing!?" You said, back flat against the stone wall as You tried to remember how to take long calming breaths

"Well, it's a complicated question." You jolted, face twisting with Vampiric malice as Kvasir appeared beside You, supporting her head lazily as she lay sideways on the wall "I suspect that little pick me up from Valerica helped in ways, though it did disrupt the balance a little too, can't have too much Immortality mixed with the Undeath, gotta keep the two nice and level for both to develop nicely-"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" You snarled, lunging at Kvasir and grasping her arms, holding her pressed against the wall, her eyes staring into Yours suggestively "YOU BETTER START TALKING SENSE SOON."

"Alright, calm down, no need to get your panties in a twist." She said with another dark chuckle, biting her lip as she looked You up and down "Gosh, I forgot how... direct You were, very ballsy." Before You could even look curious, Casey had pulled you into a singularly violent Kiss, her lips assaulting Your mouth as her tongue invaded Yours.

Jesus christ, it was like being kissed by Satan, Her mouth was hellfire, her tongue forked shadow, and You could feel just how powerful this woman was... if You could even call her a woman, You were like a church mouse in comparison to this Colossus of evil, but in a strange kind of way, she felt familiar and warm.

Kvasir pulled away, licking her lips devilishly before grinning again, You grimaced, unsure whether you liked that or not

"W-What are You?" You asked, Kvasir grinned, seemingly ignoring Your question

"Hmmm, You have a little ways to go, but I see You being ready soon." She nodded to herself before locking eyes with You again "Since I'm here, I might as well share a little bit of what Your father was hiding from You, I don't normally interfere with candidates... but I've taken a liking to You, listen carefully." Casey leaned in, her Beastly aura enrapturing yours as she whispered into Your ear.

"This is what I am. I am the God of Blood, **** and Darkness, I am the monster under the bed of Your children, trembling in the knowing of presence, I am Kvasir the Wise, Chernobog the Black, Hades of the Underworld, I am every length of darkness, every width of shadow, born of Adam and Eve, Kinslayer, the First murderer... but My true name... My True name is Cain, The Cursed One, The Vampire God and You are one of My descendants." Her words were like blades on your eardrums, carving themselves into Your mind before she pulled back, continuing despite the obvious shock on Your face "You are incomplete Charles Drake, You posses 3 parts of the 4, a Puzzle that still needs more pieces.

My Blood is Infinite by god's decree, the perfect pairing of Life and ****, You were born with the dead blood, reinforced by Your turning into a Vampire, You too inherited my curse from Your father... but You lack the final component, My direct power, which if I chose to bequeath to You now, would crush Your soul.

The night will come when You are strong enough to host My power and relief me of my Infinity... but tonight is not that night. Enjoy Your time in this corporeal world, Charles, if destiny points to You as My saviour, then You will know, Godhood."

It was akin to waking up from a dream, suddenly Cain was gone, Her body vanishing in a blink of shadow as You stood there, time resuming, life returning, air flowing into Your newly active lungs.

"Ch-Charlie?" Cleo said, looking up with You with shocked eyes

"Yeah?" You said, swallowing at the eldritch fright that had just chilled you to the bones

"You're Floating." She said in awe, looking up to Your body as it was suspended in the air, You were standing on nothing, hanging in the silence as Your thoughts lingered on Golden eyes.