Hello and welcome to firstk1ll. This is a independent writing blog for Cain within the universe of Ha.zbin Hotel. This blog will take inspiration from lovecraft horror, stranger things, and occult horror twisted into my portrayal. Dark themes will be present so I ask that you are at least 21+ before interacting. Rules are under the cut, and a few links will be present to help you about my blog.
AJ. She/her. 26.
information. promo.
𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚.
Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!
Highly private/selective. This is for my own sanity. I mostly made him to write with a few friends of mine, but If we follow each other then obviously I would love to write with you.
Heavy topics/dark themes. This blog will have heavy topics and dark themes, so please be aware of that before following. (examples: religious imagery, demonic topics ).
Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!
Shipping. I am open to ships (you can come to me with this idea in mind, but realize this is NOT an automatic yes), However, just for my own organization, I will become ship exclusive with whatever character that is being shipped. I will write with those of the same muse, I just won't ship with them! Also know that the exclusivity DOES NOT have to be returned. It’s just on my end!
Relations. When it comes to Adam, Eve, and Abel I will leave it as vague as I possibly can when it comes to pre-death. Otherwise, Cain has his own personal feelings that festered into what they are now.
Multis. When sending in a meme or liking/commenting for a starter, please specify an muse. Otherwise I will likely not answer/reply. It's stupid, but it gives me an odd sense of anxiety like I'll pick the wrong one. I rather you let me know which you would like to interact with.
Drama. There will be NO drama on this blog. I don't tolerate in any form unless it's within a thread.
Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.
Triggers. I'll tag what I can/remember. Sometimes I forget to tag certain things, but I am only human after all. So please just come to me in a respectful manner with a reminder. I will NOT write with drunk muses. This doesn't need to be tagged for your threads, I just don't want to deal with it one-on-one.
Formatting. If there is anything about my formatting for writing that bothers you, please feel free to message me. I'll be happy to change it for our threads.
OCs/Fandoms. I love OCs, have a couple myself. I just ask that you have an about page, or give me a brief summary of what they are all about. With fandoms, I'm really open to all even if i don't know it. If I think our muses can mesh well in any capacity, I will give you a follow back!
Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. I struggle with depression as well which is something I've been working on for many years. I've gotten most of it healed, but there will be days where I don't answer DMs for a bit. It's not that I'm ignoring you, but I could be fighting through some things.
OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals. Along with this, I can be bad about messaging people back. It’s not because I don’t care about you, or ignoring you… I’m just an awkward person. We can be friends for many years, and the only way I know to break the ice is to bring up threads/fandom things. Don’t take it in any negative light. I’m just, like I said, awkward.
Icons. I use icons, but that doesn't mean you have to do so! I'm fine with just paragraphs too!
Vagatha shrugged but she would smile all the same, glad someone around here could see her natural talent of perceptiveness. She had a good eye on her. Well...her remainder did. Maybe it was just an angel thing, who knew but she wasn't entirely sure.
She'd snort though at his quick try to downplay how he was easily avoided by her ever hawkish gaze. Luck, maybe but she would still suspend belief that it might've been just a little bit more than that. For now, she'd let it rest. Besides...The longer he stayed, the more she could sink her fangs into this new curiosity of a man.
His small smile got one from her in turn, a mutual curiosity playing in both their minds. "Yeah maybe, but I don't want them here for the wrong reasons." Vaggie would put a hand on her curved hips, her gaze turning back to the idle conversations happening in spread out parts of the lobby. "I and Charlie are here and opening our doors for a the chance of redemption, not for more bloodshed. If that what brought you here, I'm afraid you're out of luck, shadowman."
The angel snorted, cocking her head to the side at him. "So what do you say? Wanna try your hand at what we have to offer? Maybe just here to observe too, that's not a bad idea either. You wouldn't be the first."
IT HAD BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE HE FELT EYES on him in the way a predator watched potential prey. She was no different, and he didn’t expect anything less. It was clear she made sure things ran smoothly, and that the hotel itself was protected. This little interaction was all he needed to gather that much. Still, he was curious to know what she was. She wasn’t a normal sinner or hellborn, but like he had said before, a light covered in a dark towel. That fact alone should make his choice for him.
A SHOT AT REDEMPTION? COULD HE? SHOULD HE? WHAT WAS left for him up there? His mother was nowhere to be found, his father was dead, and his brother… his brother. The thought of him made his gut twist and pull. His brother had to be up there, no question about it. He wondered how his little brother took the news of their father’s— no. Why should he care? He was left to rot.
“ OBSERVATION, ” HE STATED AT LAST, “ I WOULD RATHER LOOK UPON what this… place has to offer, ” He couldn’t decide now— didn’t want to. However, he did want to know more about the death of his father. Perhaps, if he stayed behind the front of observation, he would be able to get more answers. He knew he shouldn’t because it meant more time for them to piece together the puzzle. Or, was he truly that forgotten? “ You will have more coming for bloodshed, and that is a fact you must handle. There are souls down here that deserve to be here. ”
"They are family, brothers, and their relationship will always be strong. The love, the hate, the support - it is all there as before, but with some big shifts in store for this series."
— PAUL ANDERSON
It was his eyes. Something about his eyes...They reminded her of A-...no. No she was just seeing things. This was just another demon. Another Sinner. No relation. She'd give a little shrug before focusing fully on the strange demon before her. She'd come across many Sinners here in Hell, sure. But not someone who felt as ancient as this one did. Vaggie eyed him the same way as he did her. Both of them obviously picking up the strangeness of eachothers person here in the middle of a hotel lobby. Like both of them in one way or another didn't particularly belong. "Well it's nice to meet you Cee."
Another ominous pause between them before she spoke up again, almost hesitantly. "Have you got a room yet? I can jot you down if you like." She'd ask, thumbing behind herself towards her desk with a faint smile. She was trying to be friendly even with the loud blaring of her angelic senses still going off in her head. Whatever was up with this guy, even her wings seemed to frazzle in his mere presence. They'd shift and ruffle in their own invisible pocket dimension, as if keep to make her fly away. She chose to ignore it for now.
"The only thing surprising to me is the fact I didn't see you. I see everything, bud." The angel poked her eyepatch to emphasis her point. "Don't let this fool you. I don't have a blind spot. Nothing usually gets passed me. Except you did." She'd perk a brow, her voice still nonchalant but it was obvious she found it curious. She found him curious. Not even Alastor could get passed her. She could sense his ass a mile away no matter how stealthy he was trying to be. But this one singular demon went by without even a trace. The only other man who was able to get the jump on her like that...had been Adam. Back in their sparring days at least. Hmm. Too many coincidences for her taste.
"So, will you be staying with us? I'm sure I can find you a nice room." And to be honest, she was just little interested in just who the hell this guy really was. Something about him just didn't feel normal to her. Curiosity killed the cat, sure. But if she kept an eye on him, she doubted he'd be an issue. He seemed a little awkward and a little distrusting of his surrounding. Harmless no? But looking for a fight? She didn't think so...maybe he was actually here for the right reasons...
OF COURSE SHE DIDN’T. THE SHADOWS FLOWED AROUND HIM, WITH him, and were him. He thrived in the darkness. It was his home for many, many years. He learned a lot more of Hell this way, and if the king himself knew about his movements, he didn’t show it. Did he even know who he was? The probability was likely.
LIKE A CURIOUS AND INTERESTED FELINE, HIS TAIL MOVED BACK and forth. He was playing with prey, “ I don’t doubt it. You seem more… aware than others within this realm. It’s fascinating. Not many care to notice the little things, or to see what is hiding in the shadows, ” he spoke with a sound akin to a purr, “ I don’t like to underestimate my encounters, but to the sound of your displeasure, I can concede I just got lucky. ” He assured her with a twitch of his lips.
STAY HERE? AT THE FOUNDATION THAT WAS STAINED WITH HIS father’s blood? Should he? Could he? Hell was in a spiral after the successful fight against the exorcist, and even more sinners would flock to this hotel in no time. What would be his next move? He probably didn't need to go through with his own plans, but he ought to watch what Hell’s next move would be, “ I’m sure your rooms will be filled with willing participants, ” golden eyes gleamed with mischief, “ After all, the leader of the exorcist was killed on these stones. ”
Seeing Abel in Hell made every human brotherly instinct come alive in Cain. He wanted to protect him— to shield him from the sinners that crawled below him. He wanted to yell and tear into their souls because how dare they try to threaten him. Yet… his hands were clenched at his sides. Familiar anger and jealousy thrived in his belly at the sight of divine light that radiated around him. Of course. A perfect glow for a perfect son.
The sound of the earth shifting beneath her feet made her pause mid-step — that low, wet creak of something alive moving beneath the surface. She knew that sound.
“…Cain.”
His name left her lips like a prayer and a curse both. For a heartbeat, she almost didn’t recognise him through the gloom — the half-light made his silhouette seem monstrous, carved from grief and shadow. But she would know her son anywhere.
When the vines stirred, slithering across the stone like hunting serpents, she didn’t recoil. Instead, she extended a hand — calm, unflinching, as though she were scolding a misbehaving pet.
“None of that, my darling,” she murmured, voice low but steady. Her tone softened, cracking just slightly at the edges. “You’ve been alone too long if you greet your own mother like prey.”
Slowly, she stepped closer, the faint luminescence of her presence brushing against the darkness that clung to him. “I’ve not come to chain you, nor to condemn. I have done enough condemning for one lifetime.” Her eyes caught the faint light from above — soft, wet, shining with something achingly human.
“Put away your anger, just for this moment,” she said gently, reaching out. “Let me see you, Cain. Let me see my son again.”
HIS NAME LEFT HER LIPS AS IF THE HEAVENS parted, and shined down their light. His chest felt tight, a knot twisted in his gut, and his golden eyes widened. That voice… he knew it. He would know the sound of his mother anywhere. Cain should have known it was her upon her approach, but he had been blinded by his own self isolation to realize her radiance. She could never get rid of it. Not even in a place like this.
IT WAS INSTANT THE WAY THE VINES STOPPED AND RETREATED to the depths below. Cain looked at her through curtains of dark hair akin to what an anxious child would do. And, that’s how he felt. What would she think of him— of what he had become? Retreat. It blared loudly in his mind, fear latched on to his lungs in a tight grip, and his muscles twitched for action. Yet, her presence alone kept him where he sat. His tail curled around him, to cradle him like she might have done in his youth, and finally Cain lifted his head to look at her.
HE TRACKED HER MOVEMENTS, AND WHEN SHE REACHED OUT TOWARDS him, he flinched. Not because he feared her, but he had forgotten what touch felt like; a loving touch. Oh, how he missed it. He craved it, but did he deserve it? Heaven only knew. Cain knew he shouldn’t, but he did it anyway. A blackened arm reached out so that a clawed hand carefully fit into hers, “ Mom… ” he slowly pulled himself to his feet to stand before her. His leathery wings were positioned downward with his head slightly bowed, “ I’m not— how could I be… worth your tenderness? ”
would you love me if my bestial form had no remnant of human expression? if my face was unreadable, stoic, if the signifiers of personhood were gone? if i crawled on all fours, if my spine was hunched, if i didn't just bark and purr but chuff, snort, snarl? is monstrosity good when it isn't palatable? how much inhumanity can you tolerate?
I wanted to draw Pitch getting re-possessed. I wanted to try and show possession of the shadows in the eyes with like a smokey takeover in the whites of his eyes.
A WIRE-LIKE TAIL HAD FLICKED IN A FLUID MOTION. THE motion caused a loud, wet, crack to echo in the stillness they had created after she spoke her allegation. It was only three words, but those words had so much weight. ‘You’re Adam’s son’. That recognition made him feel numb. Finger tips twitched, leathery wings ruffled, and muscles tensed. He’d been rotting away in the deepest parts of Hell with a desperate plea inside of him to be remembered just like this.
Yet…
GOLDEN GAZE NARROWED AT THE WOMAN BEFORE HIM, UNSURE OF what to make of her now. Clearly, she had ties to his father if she could pick up on his origins. It made him question if he should slaughter those who did. They could interfere with what he planned to do, and if anyone gave a single whisper of that… well, he’d be in quite the situation.
HE CAUSED MOVEMENT, ONLY A SINGLE FLICK OF HIS TAIL that was careful not to whip any surfaces, “ And how would you know if I did lie to you? ” His voice was low, left his lips softly, “ You demand things in a place that you know nothing of, ” he took a warning step towards @rejectmercy, “ You’d be wise to tread carefully, but… ” he paused a moment with his head cocked. One who used to be so bold and confident, reduced to silent temper, “ …I am curious to what led you to presume such a detail? ”
The hotel had become the base of limelight and a cacophony of movement and liveliness. All was a spectacle and all was a flourish of muffled conversations and the quick pitter-padder of moving feet. Charlie was up to the gills in meeting and greeting new faces and potential clients and Alastor was well-....somewhere. Honestly he was like a cat more than a stag. Somewhere here was the best they'd get.
But there before the host of brand new faces and quickly spinning work was one angelic little soul. Her smile light and yet weary as she gestured to right hallways to a few Sinner's, then pointed the opposite way for another clan of lost wayward souls.
All was going well and Vaggie felt at home in the chaos of their brand new lobby. She had always been a workaholic even in Heaven so she was a natural at holding down the fort when nobody else could. The young angel would finally clear out most of the new faces in the lobby when she spotted him.
A lone figure in the darkness, draped in the shadow of a far off velvet hallway. Another new resident, she wondered. Huh. She hadn't notice him there earlier...With a quick 'excuse me for a second' to a woman Sinner in her path, she'd quickly scurry pass them to jog over to the new face, coming to a slow halt before him and even giving a little greeting in a wave.
Hmm...how strange. He almost felt...familiar. But she was sure she'd never seen his face before. Still all the same. Something deep inside her seemed to pulse, as if her angelic senses were warning her of something. Huh. Probably nothing...
"Uh hi, excuse me? Has anyone helped you yet?" Vagatha asked, brushing her hair some out of her face. "Sorry I-...I didn't catch you come in." There was another long beat of silence as the young angel cocked her head to the side curiously. Such a strange energy kept coming off him and bouncing off of her. She hardly expected anyone else to feel it like she did...and still-
"Sorry I uh. I'm Vaggie. Workshopping the name actually but whatever-...can I erm, ask who you might be? Have I met you before...?"
WHY HE WANTED TO COME TO THIS HOTEL WAS… UNKNOWN. How it would aid him with his plans… also unknown. There had been a feeling that stirred in his gut, and tugged him forward to this sanctuary for Sinners who wished for a better life. How strange. Could such a thing happen? It was never a possibility that crossed his mind, but now he stood on shaky ground. His mind screamed at him to make those dark thoughts a reality, and yet there was just a small part of him that wanted to stay in this lobby where he could be seen.
GOLDEN GAZE TRACKED THE WOMAN AS SHE MADE HER WAY in his direction. His eyes narrowed just a fraction as he took her presence in. There was something to be noted here. She was different from the other Sinners that roamed around them, her presence more radiant; she felt like a light that had been covered with a dark sheet. It made him wary, and why it made him feel that way was another unknown. Perhaps coming here was a bad choice. The emotions he thought he was void of had pulled him to make this sudden rash decision. He felt… what?
HELPED HIM? THE QUESTION MADE HIS LIPS TWITCH IN AMUSEMENT. Didn’t every damned being in this realm need it? But if they deserved or wanted it was the real question. Humans were abstract, so much so that a being such as the princess couldn’t fully understand them. Or, even the ethereal beings above, “ Vaggie. ” he repeated her name in a voice that was soft and melodic. His gaze lingered on her single eye for an uncomfortable amount of time without a single blink.
A DISTANT SOUND OF LAUGHTER FINALLY MADE HIM BLINK. HIS wiry tail flicked, careful to not lash on any surface, “ No. We have not met until today, ” he looked away from her, eyes trailed the walls of the lobby. He took in the ornate decor that was worthy of the king himself. Of course, it made sense given that the princess resided here, “ Of course you can ask, but that doesn’t mean you can get an answer. ” It was said in a purr, humor glinted in his eyes when he shifted his focus to her again, “ Cee. That is what I’ll go by for now, ” he broke his stillness with a small side step so his body could find more comfort in the shadow of a pillar, “ You’re busy here. Does this surprise you? ”
