Title: Quid Enim Sanctius
Characters: young!Cain-centric. Shavonne, and mentions of Riff.
Spoilers: None for the series, knowledge of backstory chapter Black Sheep assumed.
Rating: T, for a child's involvement in acts of violence. (But who are we kidding, this is Godchild. Can anything possibly be more violent than canon?)
Summary: Speculative missing scene from Godchild Chapter 4: Black Sheep, possessive!Cain.
A/N: I can't be the only one who thought that Cain's "hypothetical" explanation at the end was a bit suspicious. And we could argue all day about what the maid's name is, but I'm using the Sakura-Crisis translation "Shavonne" here.
Gears ground, and the woman fell, her body split nearly in two with the force of the spear through her chest. A shadow, small and slight, darted away from the wall and whispered on childishly bare feet to her side.
"Really, now, Shavonne," the young master hummed, theatrically stern. "Did you really think I would give up my treasures so easily?"
He knelt beside her, and lifted her face to his. Blood streamed down her chin, and her eyes rolled like a frightened animal's. He noted every reaction carefully; poisons were his birthright, and he decided on the spot that even if they hadn't been, he'd prefer their elegance to this crudeness. It was much too messy.
He knew more ways to kill her silently, efficiently, and undetectably than he had years in his short life. But the plan was still incomplete, and he must put up with these trying melodramatics to succeed.
Besides, for a murder in the Earl of Poison's own household, subtlety itself would be far too obvious.
He ran his fingers across her face, gently, curiously at first, and then roughly, smearing her blood to mix with the rouge on her cheeks. "Not even my father could take him from me—did you think I'd give him up to a pathetic, painted whore like you?"
She clawed at his feet, mercifully silenced by the destruction of her lungs.
"Stupid little girl," he smiled angelically at her. "Doesn't everyone know that Riff is mine?"
He watched her, still smiling, until her struggles ceased, and he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean his hands and wipe his fingerprints from around the body.
"Well, now they will."
At the sound of quick, heavy footsteps—Stein's, of course, and that was his cue that act II was about to begin—the young earl rose, and tiptoed back to his rooms for a quick catnap before the screaming started.
The title is a partial quote from Cicero: "quid enim sanctius, quid omni religione munitius, quam domus unusquisque civium?" which means, "What is more sacred, what more strongly guarded by every holy feeling, than a man's own home?" and was cited in the English common law doctrine of judging violence less harshly if committed in self-defense against a criminal invading one's own home.