Very quick oneshot based on Cain's thoughts just before he attempted to kill Alexis. I obviously don't own Godchild and the only warning I can really give here is... attempted murder.
~Poison~
Young Cain's breath ghosted over the icy glass of the bottle. It was pretty, he thought, when he took into account the way it caught the light. It was entrancing, the liquid resting softly inside. This would do it, he was sure. This would finally set him free. He would never have to live under the crippling control of his father again. Never again, would he hear those bitter words that tumbled from the man's mouth as the whip crashed down against pure skin. Cain, the boy with the cursed name.
He furrowed his brow, a little fist tightening around the neck of the ethereal bottle, as though to crush it. He would not yield this time. That... that demon would get what was coming to him. He would do it.
Two object clutched in the small hands. One a pipe, one a glass bottle of the Borgia family's secret treasure, the poison named Cantalera. Surely just a small amount would be enough to do it. All he needed to do was slip it into the man's pipe...
Yes, Lord Hargreaves would get what was coming to him. And death was knocking at the door.