The darkness cleared to reveal an older man seated at a small table, dressed within a sandy brown button up shirt, tucked into his buckled jeans. His brown eyes dilated to the light switch that was flicked up by the bended index finger of the person next to him.
A figure parts slowly from the shadows, showing his face. He seemed to be quite young, a scar down his left side of the lip. His blue eyes penetrated deep into the older man's red ones. Mikalo's digits tapped against the hollow table. His nostrils expanded out, a huff coming out.
"So you're trying to tell me, you didn't kill Abel?" Mikalo stared at the older man within disbelief.
"No, I didn't."
"I would remember, Cain, I'm older than you."
"Oh, BARELY, you little Angel. You think you're older than my father Adam, but you're not. Most of your memories have been hardwired by Michael, you know, your brother.. that you killed?"
Mikalo immediately slams his fist on the table.. and with an unamused look, Cain stared at him. "What do you want, Mikalo? You're one of the few Angels that has not immediately tried to kill me when you somehow found me."
Cain lifts himself up, turning his bony back to the Seraphim in the room, plucking at the corn. The area around them transmuted within seconds.. the windows had dispersed only to reveal holes, inwhich flames of blue exploded outward to consume the space around them. Chains of flesh hung down from above, and there was no yoner.. no sky. But flames.
"I am the Original Killer, Mikalo. And you have chosen to come into my house. But for what reason?" And they both turned to face eachother, the light of Mikalo's unexplainable true form shining onto his unamused face. "It's for the sword, isn't it, Mikalo?"
The Angel shook his head with embarrasment, and leaned away from Cain. "Give me the blade, Cain."
"Give me a good reason, Angel."
"MICHAEL, is back, Cain."
The winds harshly wondered against Cain and Mikalo's face. The flames around the area dispersed..
END
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