Whore
Disclaimer: I don't own Cain and Riff and any other of the persons mentioned here. They are all Kaori Yuki's and I just borrow them for my own pleasure. I also don't earn money with them.
Whore
Sometimes Cain thought that death had to be bored.
Bored with the frequency of the dead that came to him every day and with the kind of their going.
Maybe because of this life sometimes doomed people.
People that lived in desperation and darkness, men that were more like animals than humans, women that were the filth of London's streets and children that were tainted with the sin of their fathers.
And sometimes life made a present to death.
A present like Cain.
Because death seemed to quite like him.
Seemed to find a liking in watching him suffer. Suffer from the death of the people around him and quite frequently the people he loved.
And sometimes late at night when Cain lay in bed, watching the shadows dance over his ceiling. Sometimes when life seemed to be especially cruel to him and Riff had closed the doors to his bedroom already. At those times he would sometimes think about how death was.
Why wasn't Cain already in Hell? It should have been his time long before after all.
And then he thought about how death was cruel.
And at the brink of sleep he wondered if death wears his fathers face.
And if he smokes pipe too, whenever he killed.
It wasn't before Riff came in to draw the heavy curtains aside and Cain could hear the quick tripping of light shoes maybe even a delightful humming tone that he could forgot it again.
Cain hated the uncount times he had to see death.
Because it was at these moments that he could see the grin on death's face and he knew again.
Sometimes Cain wanted to cry. And it tore his soul apart to know that he couldn't show grief for the lives he shed. And he wanted it to end, desperately. But then he felt Riff's arms encircle him and he knew that he couldn't. And he curses death, that sarcastic bastard.
And then he forgets again. Because Riff's arms are still there and his voice in Cain's ear and he remembered that he was loved.
Sometimes Cain thought that he knew death. Knew it's sweet essence and it's uses. And he likes to experiment with it. Watched enthralled when it showed it's power, it's sweet gift.
Then Merryweather comes in again and laughs and drags him in the garden to show him her new discovery. Maybe he would resist but just shortly and then he would let himself be carried away. And Riff would stand by and smile about their antics.
In these moments life felt good to Cain.
But that was ok.
After all
Cain was death's whore, desperately.
And at the end he would always be remembered of that.
yari