#ask cain

[the-original-lost-cause]

"Get away from him!" A familiar voice shouted followed by ink like vines shooting throughout the randoms sinners body's as they dropped to the floor a woman could be seen ...

@root-of-eve

Mom found him first!))

@root-of-eve

His shoulders fall as he glances over the carnage around him. It wasn't anything he'd actually been concerned with. These fucking nobodies were always desperate to try and make their marks; all in a vain hope that killing one of the first sinners would somehow grant them a worthless status.

Nothing new and nothing that's ever come to fruition.

He can feel her watching him, but he refuses to meet her eyes.

"For what it's worth," he drones, his mouth feeling dry, "I could've handled that." His tail flicks behind him in anticipation as his eyes scan for a possible escape. "Or were you the 'Divine Protection' this time? Gets kinda hard to tell after a while..."

[keeping-an-eye-out]

who are winne and flint?

How I feel answering my askbox these days.

[the-original-lost-cause]

Hey there.

Uh so...Never done this before (obviously), but I've been told I need to be more 'sociable' so...fuck it.

Ask me whatever or start a conversation however you'd like. I'm good to talk about pretty much anything so if you've just been itching to shoot the shit with the first murderer (who hasn't, right?) then send me a message or ask or...whatever.

((OOC: Hi! @scammydoesstuff here. I've had this in the back of my mind for a while and decided to finally actually try it. Not 100% sure anyone will be interested in this, but gonna give it a shot regardless because it sounds kinda fun. Also it gives me an excuse to draw my boy more because I do intend to draw most of the responses and possibly any random posts I feel like making for him. You can also consider this a bit of an RP blog as well. Anything posted will be in-character unless otherwise noted, so feel free to engage however you'd like, if you'd like.

Additionally for contextual purposes: Anything with him and Abel that I've drawn before this - and anything I draw with them in the future that I do not post here - are separate from this account and should be treated as such. As of the start of this blog, the Cain here has not seen or spoken to Abel since he killed him. So do with that as you like.))

[the-original-lost-cause]

((@jayde-jots. I'm so sorry, but my queue ate your ask. I've been sick the past couple of days and finished the response last night and I decided it'd be fine to schedule it to post this morning, but clearly I was hella wrong. And it's such a bummer because it really helped me get through the past few days and now this has no point of reference because now it's just gone. I'm super upset, but just know it meant a lot and I'm still going to post the response I took the time to draw. I'm also gonna add the text part of the response and the context by which he's answering as best as I can remember it.))

((question asking if Cain would be interested in signing up at the Hazbin Hotel to be redeemed and have the opportunity to see/talk to Abel again since redemption has been proven to be real:))

((this next bit was in response to the other part of the ask regarding the 'Hear My Hope' scene and what his reaction to that was:))

To be clear, I don't know what that snake fuck did to wind up down here in the first place. I suspect it wasn't 'killing God's favorite', though. I mean, that petty Bitch probably damned him to Hell for fucking jaywalking for all I know. Regardless of what it was, it couldn't have been that bad for God to just forgive his sin like that.

Also, unlike aforementioned snake fuck, I...did kill God's favorite and He subsequently marked me for eternal punishment. I mean...technically. Anyway, point is: I find it very hard to believe I can be redeemed or that God would ever allow me anywhere near Heaven. Ever.

So why try?

((thank you so much again for the ask. I'm near tears right now I'm so angry and sad that Tumblr ate the response I'd carefully crafted and that I can't even see the message anymore. Lesson definitely learned. I cannot and will not ever set up posts in the queue after this. It's clearly too risky and I'd obviously lose everything if I did. I hope this is still a mostly satisfying response for you...even if it's not 'technically' a response anymore...))

[keeping-an-eye-out]

Is Vi home rn??? When's the last time you've had contact??

The Egress works in strange ways.. We aren't the closest and I don't typically do house calls.. but if she doesn't turn up soon someone might need to go knocking on her door.

Eventful week, eh?

[the-original-lost-cause]

"I made some shepherds pie" she sets the large one on the table @root-of-eve

"Smells great," he notes, offering her a smile as he reaches into the cabinet for a couple of plates, "Can I get you a drink?"

[keeping-an-eye-out]

Do YOU know who winona is?

A nosy bunch of anonymous readers, aren't you. I'm so proud.

I do. That is, if my hunch is correct on who YOU are referring to. Not sure if it's my place to speak on it, but here goes.

People called her a witch. It was mostly a snide joke among ladies at church buffet tables, but I know a good handful of people would've been ready with pitchforks and torches at a moment's notice if given the chance. God forbid a woman be a little spiritual and hippy-dippy in a way that ain't praising the Lord every Sunday.

Not to say she didn't go to church. She did, and brought her whole family along. I remember seeing her there when I went as a kid, anyway. Once she even corrected Rev Caplan on a quotation mid-sermon. When I tell you everyone went white as a sheet at that... she always struck me as sort of fearless in that way.

She worked some kind of nature conservancy job. Taught a lot of classes to kids in the woods, that sort of thing. I went to a few of her talks. Once, she brought out a hawk, took of its leather hood, and showed us how it hunted by holding a dead rabbit above her head. The kids all screamed when the thing dive-bombed us to snatch its prey, but I was having the time of my life.

I always got the feeling she didn't really mesh with Gloaming in general, though, despite growing up here. Or Gloaming didn't mesh with her? Not sure which. Sort of a chicken and egg situation.

Either way, she skipped town eventually. One of the few to actually make it out of this place for good. I still don't know how she did it.

[the-original-lost-cause]

We know you prefer your mom over your dad, but we all know family is never just that simple. It's messy and complicated, and more often than not loving them results in as much happiness as it does pain. That said, did you ever have any good moments with your dad and bad/disappointing moments with your mom?

((TW: Blood. Putting it under a read more just to be safe))

Ugh...alright fine. Let's get into my 'relationship' with my parents.

So, to start; yeah, messy is an understatement, but I dunno if it's as complicated as you might think? I 'prefer' my mother because she wasn't a narcissistic, hypocritical piece of shit.

If I had to guess, it was probably her way of keeping the peace, but...eh...

And...okay so I know it was part of God's whole 'plan' to populate the earth and shit and it's not as deep as I'm about to imply but...I dunno...sometimes I wondered if...she wanted more kids because...I just wasn't good enough.

She wouldn't have been wrong if that were the case, I guess. I wasn't good enough...and I never will be.

But that doesn't mean that possibility wouldn't hurt and the fact that it's crossed my mind at all should tell you enough.

Pretty sure the only real reason he showed me such favor to begin with was because I look so much like him. Again...narcissist. Which might've been why any perceived failure was considered to be such an insult to him that he'd react so...negatively.

And...shit...if we're gonna get all 'therapy speak' here; it could be that his blatant, unapologetic favoritism is what made him jumping onto the bandwagon with God to banish me hurt more than...y'know, it probably should have.

Hope that covers it well enough...