#cabel v:the blood can never be washed from my hands i made my peace with that

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“It’s been a long day  why don’t you take ten?’

     The answer to Cain’s query was a fist to his jaw, head snapping to the side as he struggled to keep from sprawling out on the floor. Sass is my thing, Cain. Just shut up and get it over with I know you’re exhausted. This was not how it was supposed to go down. One of them fucked up, they died, whoever they pissed off left them in a ditch and later he’d get up and walk it off. Like you did when you were cursed to walk the earth for eternity. How did they find out, Cain? I don’t want to be here for the rest of our lives! But these guys were a different breed, and apparently, when you killed some kid of a cartel, they took that very personally. 

     And now they knew that Cain couldn’t die. He wasn’t sure if they’d figured out that Abel was stuck here with him, but they definitely knew they could torture the hell out of him until everything turned to dust. There was no ransom that was going to be paid, he just had to take it until he could figure a way out. You’re not going to figure out shit, we’re gonna be sitting here until God opens the gates of hell and lets the demons run around on earth. Then they’ll take a turn at us and- A crash outside the small room he’d woken up in five days ago made him blink, but he wasn’t sure the men in the room had heard it. God damn if every inch of him wasn’t sore as hell.

“You look winded.’

|| starter for Seth @shelishi

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@ofdivinegrace said: "Well well this is certainly a treat." (Dick @ Cain (and Abel) )

“I’m going to need to call you back...’

     Blue eyes looked over the man-shaped creature in front of him, feeling tired already and it hadn’t even said ten words. It’s really old, Cain... Like REALLY old. Yes, he was aware of that, tucking his phone into his pocket, an eyebrow rising.

“Halloween’s months away.’

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“How do you feel about motorcycles?’ Resting his chin on the heel of his hand, Abel grinned at the girl as he settled on the stool next to her. “Furthermore, when you were a kid did you ever play ghost rider? I have a bike that I’ll let you do that with if you’re brave enough.’

|| starter for Ally @thenamesallison​

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“Hey, gorgeous.’ Abel crooned to the brunette as he sidled closer at the bar, signalling the bartender. “We can have a wild night of it if you’d like.’

     It’s not that he’s unaware, but six sheets to the wind can erase a lot of things, and then there’d been that guy he’d found near the speakers who had sold him a couple of pills. God, he was feeling good, better than he had in years, and since Cain had been a complete dumb ass, staying up for eight days, there was no way he was waking up any time soon. 

     Still, there was no reason to dilly dally, green eyes bright in the neon light as he reached out to skim his fingers along the woman’s shoulder. She did seem familiar, but that could be anything. Someone Cain had fucked? Someone he had fucked? Well, he didn’t mind seconds, sloppy or otherwise. When she began to turn, Abel’s shoulders rounded slightly, managing to look less intimidating as he relaxed his body. Only to almost throw himself backward when he saw the woman’s face, feeling his whole body go through three different kinds of shock as he stared horrified at the woman’s face.

“Mother?! Aren’t you supposed to be...’ hands gesturing helplessly upwards, before running fingers along his throat. “Y’know... dead? Heaven? What are you doing here?!’

|| starter for Eve @sinnedfirst​

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     For fuck’s sake. Cain’s right foot slowly slid to the side, dropping under the two by four that swung for the back of his head. She hadn’t even tried to soften the sound of her footsteps, twisting to wrap a hand around her throat and lift. The toes of her boots hit his thighs, fingers biting into the muscle as a kick got too close to his groin.

     Put her down, Cain! This isn’t about you, she’s here for me. Oh Cain was well aware who she was there for, Abel never seemed to shut up about the slattern, the mad woman who found him only to cast him aside for his worthless brother. A pause, recognizing the flickerings of jealousy for what they were, cold eyes taking in the slowly discolouring pale skin as he continued to hold her. Alright. Fine, he was a little jealous that his ridiculous, outlandish, worthless, rake of a sibling, without a body of his own had managed to find a companion. 

     And even with his brother’s soul entwined around his like a strangling vine, Cain was alone. Please, put her down, there’s something wrong. I think she’s been crying.

“Of course she’s been crying, I’m strangling her.’ Cain snapped, but he let go, looking down at the woman coughing and wheezing at his feet. 

     Except she didn’t stay there, Cain’s breath leaving him on a grunt, when she yanked his ankle and sent him falling backwards. That’s my girl. Abel crooned in his head, and Cain couldn’t help but agree. Amused that he’d let himself fall for such a simple trick. 

|| starter for Yelena @belcva

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     Feet stopping, Cain’s eyes narrowed as he slowly turned to look across the street. Something had caught his attention, someone. His mark was somewhere else, the cursed immortal had only needed a bit of fresh air, and a caffeine refill. The little cafe across the way had been looked over, and then discarded. He’d do better with a gas station, where the coffee was little more than sludge at the bottom of the pot. Burnt, but potent.

     Except there was someone that had caught his eye, jaw tensing as he looked at each face, forced himself to remember. Gaze pausing on a pale visage, his brow furrowed, there but who- She’s pretty, but I don’t like her... that’s odd. That was definitely odd, Abel liked anything with a pussy, Cain’s fingers rubbing at the denim over his thigh. Was she a bad lay? Maybe that’s it, but even then I’m not against going back for a sec- Ignoring his brother’s musings, Cain stared at the face until it finally clicked.

    Oh. Hey! What are you doing? There’s a truck coming! Cain what the hell, you dying is my thing, knock it the fuck off! Teeth bared in what might be viewed as a grin, Cain lifted his arm  with a loud HEY as he moved in front of the oncoming vehicle. Air rushed out his lungs as the front of the truck hit him in the side, cracking his hip, legs swept out from beneath him as the momentum carried him until it launched him as the truck came to a screeching halt.

    Cain! You piece of shi- 

“Death...’ Cain gasped, his entire body screaming when he finally came to a stop. No... Oh shit, that son of a bitch! Get up! We gotta- “Minute... I... Fuck...’

     Worth it. A reminder of the creature's failure that both brothers were still bitter about, Cain feeling his consciousness slowly slipping away as he stared upwards. Thank fuck a nap...

|| starter for Death @rcliicta​

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     Fuck it hurt, unsteady fingers wrapping around the hilt of the dagger he’d come around to find plunged into his chest. One, two- A harsh croak of sound escaped him as Cain yanked the blade out, feeling blood sluggishly seep out of the wound even as it slowly began to close. That was going to need stitches, though he wasn’t sure where the hell Abel had left him for dead.

     Blue eyes lifting, he looked around him trying to see a familiar landmark, a nasty taste of old blood and whiskey on his tongue. Tugging his shirt away from the wound, he staggered out of the alley towards the street, wiping his hand on denim jeans. There were a lot of people, but as long as he managed to keep his feet, everything should be fine.

“Shit, ‘scuse me.’ The wound in his chest screamed, even as he reached out to steady the person he’d walked into, before letting go to move around them.

|| starter for Eve @sinnedfirst​

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     Just one more drink and he’d leave, there were better things to do, Like the girl in the corner that’s been eyeing you for over an hour. She looks thirsty, Cain. Normally he wouldn’t drink, unless it came with a ton of caffeine, but a bounty this big deserved it, and for fuck’s sake it had been a long couple months. Okay but that’s over, and now you can pretend like you know how to use the thing between your legs.

“Shut up, Abel!’ Cain snapped, the glass slamming down, breaking, shards sliding across the bar top. “.... Sorry, I’ll buy your next round, or we can have a go. Your pick.’

|| starter for Uriel @multixdisaster​

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     This is not the Devil’s club. Where’s all the fire?

“Abel please, not now.’ Eyes rolling, Cain ordered his drink and stared down at it. Three shots of espresso, and one shot of Jack Fire. “I never said it was THE Devil’s club, just that it’s rumored to be his.’

     And it was also where a particular clientele liked to hang about. Specifically his newest client, but before he met them in person, he usually preferred to get to know them first. A contract was only initiated if he didn’t despise the client on sight. The fact that he was planning on taking a murder contract in a club owned by someone who called themself Morningstar was a bit of humor he couldn’t pass up. 

     A devil in a city of angels. Except then Cain saw the man calling himself the devil and cursed under his breath. .... So that’s the ACTUAL Devil, Cain. A blink, and then shifting his gaze elsewhere. Suddenly it wasn’t as funny. No, seriously that’s the Devil and he’s going to have questions. Did anyone tell him about us, or does he think it’s just you. Because I am one hundred percent here for him not knowing I’m around. Thanks.

“Coward.’

|| starter for Lucifer @angelluxi​

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verse tag update!

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eve whirled around, wide eyed. she wasn’t unused to such comments, but she declined them each time. she opened her mouth to politely turn him down when– 

oh merciful god above. 

“abel.” oh, eve has no idea how to feel about this. she rubbed at her forehead. exasperation, joy, love– “well, i definitely wasn’t a reunion to go like that.” maybe they’ll just… not talk about that again? yeah. 

“i left heaven,” she said simply. “what are you doing here?”

“Cain’s sleeping.’

     He can’t think. Instantly sober, and instantly disgusted with himself even as all he wants to do is touch her to make sure she’s real. Who just leaves heaven? Was this a trick? This wasn’t his department, Cain would know what to do about this, but he was asleep and Abel was alone staring down at a face he had missed for years. 

“Okay, but you’re really real, I’m not hallucinating your face on some woman because of something I took?’ He pleaded, even as he realized the alternative would actually be so much better. “I’m so glad Cain doesn’t get the chance to see what I’m doing, when he’s out he’s out and I just kind of do things. Oh. Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t really know who you were. Wait! Where’s father? Did he come too? How’d you talk him into it.’