Cain walked over the grass, face void of emotion as usual. A little girl skipped by his side, humming. Cain looked at her and a single, faint smile enveloped his lips. The girl was his life, the last chance he would have to do a good deed. But to him, she was more than that. A baby he'd found in a razed camp, he had taken her in, intending to become her guardian. In time, she grew to be his daughter. The young girl's brown hair bounced as she walked. Cain's smile grew and he placed a hand on her opposite shoulder, pulling her close into a sort of hug.

The two approached a large crater, the remains of Cascadia. He looked up at the sky, trying to spot the city from the ground. He was unable to do so, and looked around. A man approached the two.

“Would you like a ride to the city?” The man asked, looking at Cain. He turned his attention to Cassie. “Oh, what a cute little girl.” Cain's face grew stony, tightening his grip on her shoulder. “No thank you. We'll be fine.” He said simply.

Cain watched the man walk away. He let his wings spread, protruding from the holes in his cloak. He spread them wide, a pearly glow to them. With a flap, he was in the sky, holding Cassie close to him. She squealed happily, letting her legs swing.

Cain spotted the city after a couple moments and set down on the road, retracting his wings back into the cloak. He smiled as he let Cassie roam, following her close.

[ooc] I see much potential with this alt. Eliel, you retire this one and I will stab you. [/ooc]

Melmoth smiled as he watched the rise of the stranger. From such a distance, he could make out little more than the general shape of the being, but he knew he had found another potential. Like all the others, there was something wrong with this one that he could take advantage of, if he could find it. After ages of trial and error, he'd become adept at finding their weaknesses and squeezing untill they cracked.

Clad in his illusion of a past humanity, Melmoth stepped away from his vantage point at the edge of a waterfall and made his way into the crowd and was soon lost in the press of mortality. For a time, he would wander, and eventually he'd find his targets once more. From there it would follow a routine he had established long ago, and had failed him every time. He would observe, befriend, betray, and ultimately, kill. Everyone was slightly different, but not insanely so. The hunt sustained him, and would give him all he would ever need. All else was secondary.

In front of him materialized Xrtchwdg. The perverted from of his past self walkeed beside him for a moment, passing through the crowd, before speaking his mind.

They're here.

They?

Two of them. Lucky day for you, Wanderer.

Without even having looked at Melmoth during his brief stay, Xrtchwdg faded from existance, leaving Melmoth deeply disturbed. Never before had there been two at once. Always he had his mind fully on his target, not split scheming for two.

But the possibilities...

He turned and began walking towards where he assumed the targets to be. He'd find them. He always did.



[ooc] damn this color code... [/ooc]

Cain looked around as Cassie walked, keeping a close eye on her. He pulled his hood down, icy blue eyes looking over the crowd. His angelic heritage gave him several traits that would be seen as beautiful and harmless by mortal standards. His platinum blond hair hung to his jaw, kept in perfection.

He watched a man approach them, seemingly an old man. Something about him made his angel heritage stand on edge. Funny as it would seem, his discarded angelic traits were helping him in his search for death. He enjoyed killing as much as any demon, a result of years of doing so for no apparent reason but the sheer joy of the kill.

Cain watched him, making no attempt to hide his gaze. His hand floated to rest on his longsword, a simple tool he disliked using and wasn't particularly good with, but it served it's purpose.

Underneath the cloak, under his clothing, a sharp chain was spun about his torso, the wicked blade on the end resting against his belly. The base of the blade-tipped whip was his forearm, permanently fused to the limb.

Cain turned towards him, pulling Cassie close to his side, partly beneath his cloak. It was apparent they were the source of his attention.