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Mom found him first!))

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His shoulders fall as he glances over the carnage around him. It wasn't anything he'd actually been concerned with. These fucking nobodies were always desperate to try and make their marks; all in a vain hope that killing one of the first sinners would somehow grant them a worthless status.

Nothing new and nothing that's ever come to fruition.

He can feel her watching him, but he refuses to meet her eyes.

Hey there.

Uh so...Never done this before (obviously), but I've been told I need to be more 'sociable' so...fuck it.

Ask me whatever or start a conversation however you'd like. I'm good to talk about pretty much anything so if you've just been itching to shoot the shit with the first murderer (who hasn't, right?) then send me a message or ask or...whatever.

((OOC: Hi! @scammydoesstuff here. I've had this in the back of my mind for a while and decided to finally actually try it. Not 100% sure anyone will be interested in this, but gonna give it a shot regardless because it sounds kinda fun. Also it gives me an excuse to draw my boy more because I do intend to draw most of the responses and possibly any random posts I feel like making for him. You can also consider this a bit of an RP blog as well. Anything posted will be in-character unless otherwise noted, so feel free to engage however you'd like, if you'd like.

((question asking if Cain would be interested in signing up at the Hazbin Hotel to be redeemed and have the opportunity to see/talk to Abel again since redemption has been proven to be real:))

((this next bit was in response to the other part of the ask regarding the 'Hear My Hope' scene and what his reaction to that was:))

To be clear, I don't know what that snake fuck did to wind up down here in the first place. I suspect it wasn't 'killing God's favorite', though. I mean, that petty Bitch probably damned him to Hell for fucking jaywalking for all I know. Regardless of what it was, it couldn't have been that bad for God to just forgive his sin like that.

Also, unlike aforementioned snake fuck, I...did kill God's favorite and He subsequently marked me for eternal punishment. I mean...technically. Anyway, point is: I find it very hard to believe I can be redeemed or that God would ever allow me anywhere near Heaven. Ever.

So why try?

The Egress works in strange ways.. We aren't the closest and I don't typically do house calls.. but if she doesn't turn up soon someone might need to go knocking on her door.

A nosy bunch of anonymous readers, aren't you. I'm so proud.

I do. That is, if my hunch is correct on who YOU are referring to. Not sure if it's my place to speak on it, but here goes.

People called her a witch. It was mostly a snide joke among ladies at church buffet tables, but I know a good handful of people would've been ready with pitchforks and torches at a moment's notice if given the chance. God forbid a woman be a little spiritual and hippy-dippy in a way that ain't praising the Lord every Sunday.

Not to say she didn't go to church. She did, and brought her whole family along. I remember seeing her there when I went as a kid, anyway. Once she even corrected Rev Caplan on a quotation mid-sermon. When I tell you everyone went white as a sheet at that... she always struck me as sort of fearless in that way.

She worked some kind of nature conservancy job. Taught a lot of classes to kids in the woods, that sort of thing. I went to a few of her talks. Once, she brought out a hawk, took of its leather hood, and showed us how it hunted by holding a dead rabbit above her head. The kids all screamed when the thing dive-bombed us to snatch its prey, but I was having the time of my life.

I always got the feeling she didn't really mesh with Gloaming in general, though, despite growing up here. Or Gloaming didn't mesh with her? Not sure which. Sort of a chicken and egg situation.

((TW: Blood. Putting it under a read more just to be safe))