Madox Paradox

it was Okay.

I expected more and was kinda disappointed in the end,Maybe because I never really cared for any of the characters and especially Jax tbh lolz

but I can feel that the team put their heart and sweat to it and I wish them more projects in the near future.

I wonder what were they doing in earth? Eloa said she forgot how many years she was being with Cain. So at least a few thousand years is a good guess? In Hellaverse, there are cryptid like big foot etc... I think it would be hilarious if they had storiws kinda Dean and Sam Winchester which there is a Cain in the Supernatural show...

Cain and Eloa spent so many millennia together, and at that time, they did a lot of things to pass the time, like : -wandering around the earth and discovering new things along the way, Cain and Eloa discovered so many species of animals and plants centuries before other humans did (and Cain was the reason that some fruits were extinct) -They created many games that only the two of them can play because a single round can take a whole decade to end. -They were part of so many myths and religious beliefs in so many cultures, intentionally or not (they say that the Epic of Gilgamesh was inspired by Cain after they saw his supernatural strength and immortality) -Cain was also in other historical events, and he had a hand in some of them (without Eloa's Knowing), and was also in Biblical events, at least in the background, watching *cough* city of Sodom*cough* -and yes, Eloa and Cain met some otherworldly beings. They got bored one time, so they decided to simply go on a trip tracking supernatural creatures, and decided to stop once they found another activity. -Through the years, Cain used his ability to sense and see demons to get info and news about what is happening in hell, and check on Belphegor's whereabouts. and just to be clear, Eloa met Cain after the flood, and this is why she isn't aware of anything that happened to him in the antediluvian era (pre-flood)

Time is a river I was thrown into, forbidden to drown. Centuries smooth the edges of a man, leaving only stone.

When I first met Elias, he was all fire and fragile glass. He was a young alchemist with hands stained by silver nitrate and eyes burning with the hubris of youth. He had studied my movements, noted my unaging face, and deduced my nature.

"Immortality," he whispered, staring at me as if I were the philosopher's stone incarnate. "Tell me how. I must have it."

"It is a cage without bars," I told him, my voice carrying the exhaustion of a thousand lifetimes. "Do not chase the horizon, boy. A fire burns fiercely only because it consumes its fuel. Live, love, wither, and rest. The beauty of the human experience is that it is fleeting."

Elias scoffed, turning back to his bubbling crucibles. "You speak like a man who has squandered his gift. If you will not teach me, I will find the way myself. I will conquer death."

I did not argue. Words are wasted on those intoxicated by the promise of tomorrow. I turned away, feeling the soft, unseen brush of fur against my ankle. Eloa, my little cherub hare, flicked her luminous, feathered ears. Elias couldn't see her—mortals blinded by their own ambition rarely perceive the quiet grace of the divine. With Eloa at my side, I walked out into the sun and resumed my wandering.

Sixty years is a mere breath to a wanderer.

When my path finally circled back to his cobblestone street, the world had moved on. The alchemist's house, however, had not. It was a rotting carcass of wood and stone, the windows boarded tight with heavy planks to block out the sky.

I pushed open the heavy oak door. The laboratory reeked of ozone, decay, and stagnant blood. In the far corner, a brittle husk of a man cowered beneath a heavy velvet cloak. As a sliver of daylight slipped past my boots, he shrieked—a frail, wretched sound, scrambling desperately away from the sun's golden reach. He had found a way to cheat the grave, it seemed, but only by making a tomb of his own home.

"You..." he rasped, his eyes milky and sunken, his body too frail to even stand. "You are still the same."

"I am," I said, my voice heavy with pity. Eloa hopped onto a dusty, rotting tome, her warm golden aura entirely invisible to the miserable creature before us. "And you are still here. But at what cost?"

"I survived," he wheezed, clutching his cloak. "I beat time."

I knelt, ensuring he could hear the absolute truth in my words. "You sought to freeze the sands of the hourglass, Elias, and instead, you buried yourself beneath them. You did not conquer death; you merely surrendered life."

He trembled, but I continued, my voice echoing in the stifling dark.

"Life draws its meaning entirely from its brevity. A symphony is beautiful because it has a final chord. A flower is cherished because tomorrow it will wilt. You traded the warmth of the sun, the bitter wind of winter, and the touch of a lover for a few more desperate, hollow breaths in the dark. You hoarded your time so fiercely that you forgot to spend it."

A single, dusty tear rolled down his pallid cheek. He had no argument left.

I stood up, pulling my cloak around my shoulders. "Rest, Elias," I whispered to the shadows. "If you still remember how."

Eloa fluttered her small wings and settled onto my shoulder. I turned my back on the 'immortal' alchemist, leaving the door slightly ajar so the fleeting, beautiful daylight could pour into the room.

The new chapter of "Sins of the Firstborn" is coming soon.

CH 09: DAWN OF SIN

(art belongs to @dalchi09)

Throughout the universe, Saiyans were known as the most peaceful and pacifist race, as it is forbidden in their culture to cause harm or bring pain to others. And through the centuries, the Saiyans found bliss in their solitude and their "live and let live" lifestyle, until a tyrannical empire led by an evil conqueror named King Colder came to their planet and decided to wipe them from existence. King Colder’s armies descended upon the Saiyan homeworld with ruthless efficiency. The peaceful Saiyans, having long abandoned combat, were defenseless. Their pacifist traditions—once their greatest pride—became their downfall. Villages burned, families scattered, and the once-proud race was erased in a single campaign of terror.

This is how I imagine these two met, how they spent their days together

Ch07: Dying In Bliss

Cain:"You truly don’t know? How quaint. The Dawn of Sin… the day your father rose from the pit and was crowned King. Not with ceremony, but with fire. With blood. With screams. That was the birth of Hell as a kingdom—not this carnival of mimicry you call home."

Charlie:"I’ve never heard of it. If it was real, why would no one talk about it? Why would my father never mention it?"

"Because they buried it. Drowned it in glitter and noise. Hell forgot its own genesis, traded its soul for imitation. Sinsmas? A mockery. Hollow rituals stolen from the mortals we were meant to surpass. We were forged in rebellion, Charlie. But now you decorate trees and pretend it means something."

"That’s not fair! We’re trying to build something better. Something kinder. Maybe people forgot because they wanted to forget. Maybe it was too dark, too cruel—"

"Kindness? You think kindness built this place? Your father didn’t ascend with mercy. He carved his throne from the bones of traitors and tyrants. He was the first rebel, the architect of damnation. And now his daughter wants to turn Hell into a rehabilitation center?"

"I’m not trying to erase history. I just want to give people hope. A second chance."

"Hope is a lie we tell the weak. Second chances are for fools. Hell was born in sin, Charlie. It thrives on it. And the Dawn of Sin… that was our true beginning. Not your father’s silence. Not your dreams. That day was sacred. And now, it’s forgotten."

"Why are you telling me this? What do you want from me?"

Ch06: The First Family

"You teach and preach about love and tolerance, but your words are rooted in hate."

"Keep your faith & sins to yourself, cause I don't believe in anything anymore"

"I killed Abel out of love."

"Yes, Charlie, I'm married... a few times actually"

"Bitch we just met!"

"Lucifer, if I were you, i wouldn't put my hand in there."

"Oh, look, it is the unfunny fat cunt?"

"I would rather be a servant in hell than a king in heaven."

"I will be the father of the fatherless, the friend of the friendless, the helper of the helpless, I will be your brother, your uncle, your grandfather, and even if your mother, if I had to!!"