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Beautiful Murderer

"Die you fucking bastard!" Petros roared with what was left of his might, as he swung his Screamer at the beautiful murderer before him. Brother Petros of the Department of Inquisition had been periodically assisting Abel whenever the good Crusnik was in need, and now was one of those dire times.

Abel lay face-down on the ground just outside the lush Giardino Providence; his body broken and heavily bloodied from battling with his twin, leaving Petros all alone with the demented monster.

Petros' left arm was shattered and he had collected himself a myriad of vicious wounds all over his body; destroying most of his armor and rendering his red robes to tatters.

Cain easily dodged his attacks, as the fatigue of war was weighing greatly on the Knight of God. Cain was just playing with Petros now, making him give chase and come after him; furthering his weariness and pain.

Petros retaliated from his missed blows as he spun around, breathing heavy, but once he circled, Cain was right in his face again, smiling cruelly. Before Petros could will himself to react, Cain raked his deadly claws against his chest in a quick swipe, tearing cloth and flesh in four long, jagged lines.

Petros grit his teeth, but still let out a growl from the white-hot pain as the brave Knight finally had had enough and dropped his weapon. Cain's smile only sweetened as he took a graceful step back and let the great man before him fall to his knees and collapse from exhaustion and blood loss.

"Foolishness," Cain remarked snidely as he loomed over the beautiful, fallen Knight at his feet.

Numbing, tingling pain roused Petros from his state of disorientation. Wearily, the Knight tried to open his eyes, but it hurt his head too much so he kept them shut.

Willing his nervous system to pick up the current state his body was in; he noticed that he was standing upright, but with his back pressed firmly against something smooth and cold. He figured his shirt must be off because he could feel the cold directly on his skin from the surface.

Instinctively, Petros tried to move his arms that were down at his sides, but it was to no avail. His massive arms were securely tied at his wrists, effectively strapping himself to the metal slab at his back.

Upon trying to jerk at his restraints with a little more force, white hot stabbing pain boiled up and tore through his entire left arm, making him drop his head and scrunch his face from the unexpected pain.

Petros did not move until the searing pain finally died down in his broken arm.

His head was pounding against his skull, his leg muscles were tired from standing for God knows how long, his arm felt like it was going to fall off… and he did not know where he was.

Petros heaved a deep sigh; trying to clear his head and remember what we could. He remembered meeting up with Abel at the Santuario, where he was told about searching the outskirts of the town in Giardino.

But what were they searching for?

Petros chewed the inside of his cheek as he strained his weary mind to remember more, but he could not recall anything after they arrived in the garden district.

"I see you are awake," purred a cool voice from the other side of the room.

Petros snapped open his eyes, despite the utter discomfort it brought him, and looked to the source of the melodic voice. His heart sank in his chest upon seeing his face.

Cain smiled happily at the bound Knight totally at his mercy. Medium length golden hair framed Cain's angelic face, accenting his soul-piercing light blue eyes and gorgeous mouth that demanded attention.

Petros narrowed his eyes to slits as he felt his heart speed up as a scalding anger took over his insides as he remembered everything all at once – about Cain attacking him and Abel, essentially cutting them both down piece by piece as if it was some kind of game.

Petros briefly recalled Abel's limp and bloodied body, and he felt a twinge of worry tug at him for the slightest of moments as his anger at the one making his way over to him overrode any other emotion.

Cain quirked up a thin eyebrow at how furious Petros was as he took graceful, measured steps over to him. Cain's long, white robes trailed after him as he walked slowly up to his prisoner, making him look like a beautiful seraph that comes only once in a millennia to bless a deserving soul in the name of God.

Petros, however, looked like a rabid caged animal, ready to tear any and everything apart upon being released; hands fisted tightly, teeth bared, eyes livid, and chest heaving.

Cain chuckled at how pitifully frustrated Petros was, and once he was right in front of the Knight, he reached a delicate hand out and traced his fingertips around the muscles on his abdomen.

"You are too sexy when you're angry," Cain mused darkly, only furthering Petros' wish to tear his head clean off his body.

"Don't fucking touch me, you sick fuck," Petros warned through his gritted teeth.

Cain mock pouted at Petros' harsh name-calling but his devil's smile soon returned to his lips. In a movement too quick for human eyes, Cain's hands were squeezing Petros's hips in his hands. Petros gasped out of pure shock of what Cain just did without him even seeing it.

Cain smirked at Petros' reaction and leaned in close, putting his lips to Petro's ear and whispered, "I think I will touch what I wish of yours, seeing as how you are in no position to tell me otherwise, my dear."

Petros's eyes widened from hearing the distinct sadism in Cain's words, making a gripping, belittling fear engross the better of him. Petros visibly gulped down his dread; trying to remain stoic even though his skin was crawling where Cain was touching him.

Cain removed his lips from Petros' ear, sweeping them across his cheek and to his lips. Petros squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Cain's warm breathe on his skin as the Crusnik brushed his soft lips against his own.

The lightest of kisses was placed on the corner of Petros' mouth, making him whip his head to the other side and away from Cain. Cain grimaced from Petros' unwillingness to play, and he slowly brought his claws up his chiseled stomach and chest to grip his chin; not hard enough to draw blood, but sharply enough to leave marks.

His scowling face in Cain's clawed hand, Petros bitterly spat out, "Save it. I'd rather you just kill me."

"In good time, my dear; I just want a bit of fun with you before I do," Cain said just as velvety smooth as he tilted Petros head back, examining his diamond-cut features.

Petros did not like that sound of that anymore than he liked Cain observing his throat. His knuckles were aching from his grip being so intense for so long, as he felt Cain's hungry eyes on him.

"Immaculate," Cain cooed about Petros' breathtaking and bloodied features before sinking his deadly sharp fangs into his neck.

Petros cried out from the pain that immediately surged through him from Cain's harsh bite to his tender flesh. Cain 'mmm'-ed as he drank from Petros while he let his hands wander all over the exposed torso of the Knight. Deft fingers trailed up and down Petros' battle-hardened arms and sides, mixing the sensations the blue-haired Knight of God felt from such ministrations.

He wanted to groan from the pain as well as sigh from the pleasure. He slid his eyes shut as he realized that same, light pain being inflicted on him only heightened the delicious pleasure he felt from Cain's touches. What was crystal clear to Petros, however, was that everything Cain was doing to him was making his blood rush straight to his groin.

Petros had to bite his lip to stop himself from making another noise from both the dull pain and tingling pleasure threatening his body.

Cain sensed him go rigid under his touch, and he smiled into his neck, licking where he had bitten; causing Petros to let out the air he was holding hostage in his lungs in a sensual sigh. Cain pulled his lips off Petros and looked him in his electric, but glazed blue eyes.

"Don't fight me, love. You will see I'm not as bad as my brother makes me out to be," Cain purred before he forcefully pressed his lips to Petros' slightly parted mouth, making the Knight open his mouth even wider in surprise.

Cain spared no moment and plunged his tongue right into the warm cavern, eliciting a low moan from Petros, who could not help but admit to himself how positively good it felt. Cain expertly swept his soft tongue over Petros', relishing in the metallic taste of blood that was present and the soft noises that Petros was making despite himself.

Petros was too mentally and physically drained to fight anymore, and he knew Cain knew that as well. He had been wracked with so much so fast that he could not help but get carried away in the tidal waves of pleasure that Cain was creating. Giving into the sinfully delicious pleasure was so easy and it felt remarkable, and Petros silently condemned himself for being so weak.

Their kisses became heated, rushed as the other tried to devour the other with movements of their lips and tongues in each other's mouths. Cain nipped at Petros's lips a few times, making them crash their lips back together in the next instant, as he continued to claim and clutch at every muscle that adorned Petros' chest and arms with needy hands.

Petros pulled at his restraints, desperate to touch the man that was rousing and destroying his senses, exciting and killing him... all at the same time. He needed so badly to take Cain's hands and put them on himself where he wanted them the most.

Suddenly, Cain broke their kiss and removed his hands from his lustful Inquisition soldier.

Petros almost whined from such an abrupt removal of his pleasure. Almost. Cain grinned at the confused look on Petros' face.

"Excellent. You didn't even feel a thing, did you?" Cain remarked cruelly, seemingly pleased with himself.

Petros was taken aback. He didn't feel something? What does that mean?

"I didn't feel what?" Petros demanded, feeling his blood boil and his head swim again.

Cain smiled happily in his face once more as he raised a now empty syringe in front of Petros' horrified face.

"Wh- what…was…" Petros stammered as his vision blurred at an alarming speed, making his head spin and his bearings practically disintegrate into chaos.

The last thing Petros saw before passing out was Cain's angelic face smiling at him and the thin, glass syringe that he was holding up.