Madox Paradox

just a guy with free time

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Who are the most favourite and the least favourite OC of yours in your opinion. There was a guy made every Western show in JoJO style. I wonder what would be Stands of Hazbin Characters? It is funny to think.

Also what would Eloa and Cain think about Blitzø ans IMP and same as for them. Like pretty sure eloa will hate their jobs and blitz hate eloa because she is a cherub. I really wonder how will be their interaction.

Hello there! >Who are your favourite and the least favourite OC of yours in your opinion. My favourite OC that was revealed has gotta be Eloa; as for the least fav, well, he isn't revealed just yet >I wonder what would be Stands of Hazbin Characters? It is funny to think I think that Hazbin Hotel would have stands with ironic names, and if i use te araki mehtode of naming stands with songs and musicians' names:

Cain 「King of Wishful Thinking 」

Eloa 「Love Theory」

Abel 「 Starman」

Roo 「Dark Red」

>Also what would Eloa and Cain think about Blitzø and IMP and same as for them. Cain will despise the fact that they do senseless killing while trying to 'assassinate' their target, and if you know Cain, he hates when people don't honor their killings, and he will scold Stolas for letting his grimoire be used by another person (since in this universe he is the keeper of Hell's artifacts) but after hearing Stolas talking about his daugter, Cain paternal sense overpowers him so he let it slide but tells them that if he catch them be reckless in their killings he will make sure that none of them will touch a weopen for the rest of their lives. "How the fuck would you know?" "I'm the father of murder, and every murderer and killer has my will and thirst to take a life with them, so I will know"

>Like pretty sure Eloa will hate their jobs, and Blitz hates Eloa because she is a cherub. Hate is a big word for her, but she won't want their company.

>I really wonder how will be their interaction. Hopefully you will see their brief interaction in the future chapters (whenever i feel good enough to continue writing lolz) THANKS!

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Someone wrote a Belpherog/Cain fic with my versions of the characters.

Check it out!

The Sleepwalking Tale By Glitchsoul

He had my help and guidance while writing it lolz.

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Hi, dude. How are you doing? I don't where are you from but i m sure this summer heat is the same in everywhere. I hope you have great summer. Well, a question got stucked in my head while i was watching Helluvaboss. Every ring has own hellborn species (For lust, incibus and succibus, for wrath imps, for pride ars goetia etc). What about ring of Despair? Cain said "Why i can't create life" but did he mean he can not bring people from death or did he mean he can not create any life form unlike other sins? Also, every hellborns are similiar to their creators (like: Hellhounds look like Bee, Baphamots look like Belphegor) but Cain is human and he is already a perfect image for God (He creates man in his (ultimate) image). So i wonder does cain realy have his own hellborns or he just can't do (and if he can't create them it would be despair. So, kinda his sin could be torture for him)

I'm fine, thanks for asking! Yeah, it's quite hot here, but I'm beating the heat by keeping myself busy lolz (also I'm helping a writer who is writing a Belphrog/Cain fic after reading my fic, just helping him with my worldbuilding and other things) And to answer your first question, if you are referring to the sentence: "He could not create life." You can see that I wrote in the very next line, "Not in the way heaven once had." Meaning that Qayin/Cain can create life, but not in the same way as God did when he created Adam and Lilith, i.e from nothing; he can only transform another existent lifeform from one state to another.

As if the Despair ring have their own hellborns? Yes, it has; I'm still determining how they should look. I'm thinking about making them Crows/raven demons since it is very thematic with Cain's personality and theme, since a group of crows is called a murder, so it will make sense that Father of Murder is their creator. But because i have a sick sense of humor, I won't probably make them anthropomorphic crows/ravens but a human/crow abomination lol.

I had other ideas in mind too, since the ring is essentially an endless desert. Genies or Djinn came to mind, since they are evil, demonic-like spirits with humanoid bodies, and we can say they deceive and trick people into granting them "wishes" and then twisting them, which can lead to despair, but I'm not sure about this option tbh.

However, there's another option, and that is that Qayin simply could create his own helloborns but refused, so instead he made it that if you are helloborn (no matter the ring) and you are a follower of Qayinism or a Qayinist, you automatically become a Despair Ring hellborn, and this option is quite tempting.

In case you have any other questions, feel free to ask ^_^

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JUST A REMINDER THAT I'M STILL ALIVE

I hope that y'all are doing well

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Sat down and watched The rest of TADC.

it was Okay.

I expected more and was kinda disappointed in the end,Maybe because I never really cared for any of the characters and especially Jax tbh lolz

but I can feel that the team put their heart and sweat to it and I wish them more projects in the near future.

In the end, it was a nice little show and was a big win for indie animation.

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>"Eloa continued nervously."We d-don't spend time together l-like we used to."Her fingers fidgeted together."Back on Earth we would travel together, read together, argue together..." she said with a tiny smile. "A-And now..."Her voice trailed off."

I wonder what were they doing in earth? Eloa said she forgot how many years she was being with Cain. So at least a few thousand years is a good guess? In Hellaverse, there are cryptid like big foot etc... I think it would be hilarious if they had storiws kinda Dean and Sam Winchester which there is a Cain in the Supernatural show...

Cain and Eloa spent so many millennia together, and at that time, they did a lot of things to pass the time, like : -wandering around the earth and discovering new things along the way, Cain and Eloa discovered so many species of animals and plants centuries before other humans did (and Cain was the reason that some fruits were extinct) -They created many games that only the two of them can play because a single round can take a whole decade to end. -They were part of so many myths and religious beliefs in so many cultures, intentionally or not (they say that the Epic of Gilgamesh was inspired by Cain after they saw his supernatural strength and immortality) -Cain was also in other historical events, and he had a hand in some of them (without Eloa's Knowing), and was also in Biblical events, at least in the background, watching *cough* city of Sodom*cough* -and yes, Eloa and Cain met some otherworldly beings. They got bored one time, so they decided to simply go on a trip tracking supernatural creatures, and decided to stop once they found another activity. -Through the years, Cain used his ability to sense and see demons to get info and news about what is happening in hell, and check on Belphegor's whereabouts. and just to be clear, Eloa met Cain after the flood, and this is why she isn't aware of anything that happened to him in the antediluvian era (pre-flood)

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Synopsis: Cursed to eternal exile, Cain is ripped from Earth by a divine summons. Alongside the cherub Eloa, the First Immortal must traverse the celestial and the damned to confront his blood-stained past. The world’s first murderer returns—as Heaven’s Ambassador. Chapter 10: Love and Compassion Chapter 09: Dawn Of Sin Chapter 08: The Old Wounds Chapter 07: Dying In Bliss Chapter 06: The First Family Chapter 05: The Word of Cain Chapter 04: Hell's Favorite Chapter 03: Redemption & Forgiveness Chapter 02 :The First Steps in Heaven Chapter 01:The First Immortal

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Stories from Cain's Wandering (The Weight of the Hourglass)

Time is a river I was thrown into, forbidden to drown. Centuries smooth the edges of a man, leaving only stone.

When I first met Elias, he was all fire and fragile glass. He was a young alchemist with hands stained by silver nitrate and eyes burning with the hubris of youth. He had studied my movements, noted my unaging face, and deduced my nature.

"Immortality," he whispered, staring at me as if I were the philosopher's stone incarnate. "Tell me how. I must have it."

"It is a cage without bars," I told him, my voice carrying the exhaustion of a thousand lifetimes. "Do not chase the horizon, boy. A fire burns fiercely only because it consumes its fuel. Live, love, wither, and rest. The beauty of the human experience is that it is fleeting."

Elias scoffed, turning back to his bubbling crucibles. "You speak like a man who has squandered his gift. If you will not teach me, I will find the way myself. I will conquer death."

I did not argue. Words are wasted on those intoxicated by the promise of tomorrow. I turned away, feeling the soft, unseen brush of fur against my ankle. Eloa, my little cherub hare, flicked her luminous, feathered ears. Elias couldn't see her—mortals blinded by their own ambition rarely perceive the quiet grace of the divine. With Eloa at my side, I walked out into the sun and resumed my wandering.

Sixty years is a mere breath to a wanderer.

When my path finally circled back to his cobblestone street, the world had moved on. The alchemist's house, however, had not. It was a rotting carcass of wood and stone, the windows boarded tight with heavy planks to block out the sky.

I pushed open the heavy oak door. The laboratory reeked of ozone, decay, and stagnant blood. In the far corner, a brittle husk of a man cowered beneath a heavy velvet cloak. As a sliver of daylight slipped past my boots, he shrieked—a frail, wretched sound, scrambling desperately away from the sun's golden reach. He had found a way to cheat the grave, it seemed, but only by making a tomb of his own home.

"You..." he rasped, his eyes milky and sunken, his body too frail to even stand. "You are still the same."

"I am," I said, my voice heavy with pity. Eloa hopped onto a dusty, rotting tome, her warm golden aura entirely invisible to the miserable creature before us. "And you are still here. But at what cost?"

"I survived," he wheezed, clutching his cloak. "I beat time."

I knelt, ensuring he could hear the absolute truth in my words. "You sought to freeze the sands of the hourglass, Elias, and instead, you buried yourself beneath them. You did not conquer death; you merely surrendered life."

He trembled, but I continued, my voice echoing in the stifling dark.

"Life draws its meaning entirely from its brevity. A symphony is beautiful because it has a final chord. A flower is cherished because tomorrow it will wilt. You traded the warmth of the sun, the bitter wind of winter, and the touch of a lover for a few more desperate, hollow breaths in the dark. You hoarded your time so fiercely that you forgot to spend it."

A single, dusty tear rolled down his pallid cheek. He had no argument left.

I stood up, pulling my cloak around my shoulders. "Rest, Elias," I whispered to the shadows. "If you still remember how."

Eloa fluttered her small wings and settled onto my shoulder. I turned my back on the 'immortal' alchemist, leaving the door slightly ajar so the fleeting, beautiful daylight could pour into the room.

The new chapter of "Sins of the Firstborn" is coming soon.

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I took some time to rest and clear my mind after feeling burned out from writing my Hazbin Hotel Cain story. Now, I'm feeling better, and I can say the new chapter will be out either at the end of April or the beginning of May. Thanks for your patience <3

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I also want to sincerely apologize for not posting the new chapter on the date I promised. At the moment, I don’t have access to my computer where the drafts are stored, and it may take another few weeks before I can finish polishing everything. I know many of you were looking forward to it, and I truly appreciate your patience. Please rest assured—the new chapter will be published soon, and I’m excited to share it with you once it’s ready.

[madoxparadox]

I took some time to rest and clear my mind after feeling burned out from writing my Hazbin Hotel Cain story. Now, I'm feeling better, and I can say the new chapter will be out either at the end of April or the beginning of May. Thanks for your patience <3

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SINS OF THE FIRSTBORN CHAPTER 9

CH 09: DAWN OF SIN

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Stick-gods ~ Catfight

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My all time favourite Egyptian myths comic, the perfect blend of cute designs and feline sass.

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MY AU HAZBIN HOTEL'S LUCIFER

(art belongs to @dalchi09)

Lucifer will be the ultimate embodiment of Pride. Not a jester, but an ancient, terrifyingly charismatic being who effortlessly commands the other Sins, forcing their respect through sheer, overwhelming aura. He'd be a chilling fusion of angelic purity and demonic dread, his presence alone warping the air. Imagine him like a scarier, Westernized Griffith from Berserk: impossibly beautiful, delicately cruel, yet radiating an absolute, unsettling power that makes every other sinner, and indeed every other Sin, feel utterly insignificant. His every glance, a subtle reminder of his divine superiority. He wouldn't reign by force, but by an inescapable, self-possessed majesty that demands unwavering subservience.

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SINS OF THE FIRSTBORN CHAPTER 8

Ch08: The Old Wound

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"Why did you do it, Cain?" "Why? Because I had to."

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I WILL NOT DIE! (a Dragon Ball AU)

Throughout the universe, Saiyans were known as the most peaceful and pacifist race, as it is forbidden in their culture to cause harm or bring pain to others. And through the centuries, the Saiyans found bliss in their solitude and their "live and let live" lifestyle, until a tyrannical empire led by an evil conqueror named King Colder came to their planet and decided to wipe them from existence. King Colder’s armies descended upon the Saiyan homeworld with ruthless efficiency. The peaceful Saiyans, having long abandoned combat, were defenseless. Their pacifist traditions—once their greatest pride—became their downfall. Villages burned, families scattered, and the once-proud race was erased in a single campaign of terror.

Among the chaos, a small girl named Karela tried to shield her family. Though she had never trained in battle, her instincts awakened. She fought clumsily but bravely, until a brutal strike left her unconscious. When she awoke, she was alone—her family gone, her world destroyed. Somehow, she had been placed in an escape pod, drifting through the stars. Until she finds herself getting closer to a strange place called Earth.

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Sleepwalking (Cain X Belphegor)

This is how I imagine these two met, how they spent their days together

>Cain, the First Killer. Spent millennia a walking wound of rage and guilt. >Fire in his chest, fury on his tongue. Always fighting, always running. >Ends up, exhausted, in the Ring of Sloth. Expecting eternal, miserable stagnation. >He Meets Belphegor. The Sin. Queen of the Chill. >She sees the angry, broken man. Doesn't fear the Mark. Doesn't judge the anger. >She just looks at the exhaustion. >"You look tired," she yawns, her voice pure, ambient tranquility. "Come rest." >Tries to scream his curse and his fate at her. >She gently offers a mug of herb-infused Sloth tea and a soft spot on a velvet chaise lounge. >The rage doesn't extinguish, it just... settles. Like ash on still water. >Stays for years. She listens to his past, offering soft hums and slow nods. >She heals the Man, not the Mark. Teaches him to breathe, to simply be. >Now, Cain's a different person. Easygoing, relaxed, perpetually dirt-stained. >He spends his days in the ring's largest garden. No armor, just linen shorts and a straw hat. >The fire is gone, replaced by a deep, quiet peace. >Harvesting a basket of perfect, plump heirloom tomatoes. The pride of the plot: a row of Belphy's Dreamleaf, a high-CBD cannabis strain that only grows for the Sin. > He hears a gentle, heavy thud. >It's Belphegor, slowly detaching herself from a giant, plush hammock swing and gliding to the edge of the tomato patch. >Her purple eyes shimmer like a sunset viewed through a haze. She looks blissfully contented. >"Darling," she murmurs, stretching so languidly it takes a full minute. "The light is perfect for a nap right here. Did you make the Dreamleaf biscuits?" >"Just pulled 'em out, Belle," Cain grins, setting the basket down. "Tea's brewing. Come sit." > He sits next to her, pulling a warm biscuit wrapped in a cloth napkin. >They eat slowly, enjoying the silence and the soft, warm breeze. >Her hand drifts lazily over and laces her fingers with his. The touch is the opposite of passion or fury: it’s profound, restful love. > Cain, the most condemned soul in existence, finds himself utterly, perfectly content. >He guards her peace; she guards his. The chaos of Hell cannot touch them. >"Imagine Abel or Adam seeing their killer now: humming softly, pruning roses, and sharing treats with a Sin. They would faint." >"Good. Less noise."