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Something big had happened here. Kayne could feel it when it happened. It allowed him to slowly work apart a frayed bit of reality in his prison. And he was back, well he felt more pain than he ever should and of course he couldn't go out of the shop he found himself in without turning heads. Seeing a man nearly covered in blood with someone else's jaw sewn onto his chin is not something any human would want to see.
Kayne walked- Nae shuffled to the nearest place he could sit. A desk, it had a mug on it. Shit. The mug that was still steaming. It was fresh. And-
Kayne heard the quiet patter of footsteps. He looked behind himself to see a tall man, he had a towel wrapped around him to obscure his nudity. Gods, where was he?
"Excuse me sir." The tall nude man said.
"Yes?"
"That's my cocoa."
Kayne turned around fully "Don't you worry your little head off. I wasn't going to drink it."
The man before him went silent at the sight of Kayne's crude stitches. "Hey. I'm no surgeon, this is the best I could do." he said with mock offence.
"I uh- " he looked behind himself "Aziraphale!" he shouted "I know you told me not to talk to weird people who come in, but this one might be dying. I think."
A rush of footsteps came from upstairs, two people. No. As they came down the stairs Kayne felt that they were something other than human. Not as powerful as he is (or was), but still they had some great deal of power. And as the pair of dubious beings sprinted down the stairs, showing their faces, Kayne let out a satisfied grin. He recognized these two, he knew where he was.
While he went around killing (almost) every one of himself Kayne had found a world different than the rest. It was one where Christianity in its whole, was true. He had found himself in the first children born from Adam and Eve. His name was Abel. He was familiar with the tail of Cain and Abel so after he killed this version of himself he had decided that his name would be Kayne.
Before that he had spent time watching this world, and during then he had seen a pair that were different than the rest of the angels and demons. Aziraphale and Crawley. They reminded Kayne of Arthur and John. How they would bicker, hurting each other so much, but also needing each other more than they would ever admit.
Aziraphale looked to Crawley "This has to be one of yours?" he said.
"Mm. I don't think it is." Crawley looked directly at Kayne "Who are you?"
Kayne bit back the urge to say something only he would get. "Me? Me! I'm Kayne. It really is a pleasure to meet you. I watched you two for a long time y'know. Back in Eden."
Aziraphale shot a curious look, clearly hiding anxiety. "Are you called Cain because-"
"No, I'm Kayne, it's spelled different, angel." Kayne paused "Oh! Wait that's for him to call you! Apologies, I learned my lesson with good ol' Artie." he laughed but stopped short as he felt his stitches coming undone.
"Look. We don't know you. You seem to know us. Whatever you want, we're dealing with some pretty bad shit. So just get lost."
"Some pretty bad shit?" Kayne laughed fully, letting his stitches come undone, he felt blood drip down his neck, it pooled slightly in his mouth. "Whatever you have going on. You can probably see that I am dealing with worse. I just wormed my way out of a literal nightmare dimension and you think you have problems?"
"A nightmare dimension? Oh dear. That must've been-" Aziraphale looked down to the floor.
"It was terrible. It ruined me. And I was sent by my own flesh and blood. My own daughter. Right after I got betrayed by the man I thought I loved." Of course he decided to keep out the facts that he had sent his daughter to said dimension first, and that he had never exactly loved Arthur (he was just mildly obsessed)
"Oh dear..." Aziraphale said before he was interrupted by Crawley.
"Whatever happened to him. He deserved it. I'm sure of it." Crawley said.
"Well..." Kayne began, "I hope you know that when I have my wits about me, I am just as powerful as The Almighty if not more now that I have Azathoth's Grin. You were wondering about that weren't you?"
"Azathoth?" The nearly nude man said for the first time in this conversation.
"I suppose none of you would know of him. Azathoth is the true creator god. In this world you have one god, well in others it is different. And of course there is one true creator, Azathoth. We are all it's dream. And if it wakes up... Well. You get it."
"What happens when it wakes up?" Said the nude man.
"Now... Gab- Jim. It's best not to think about-" The angel began.
Kayne walked closer to the man who was probably not actually called Jim. He put his still bloody hand on Jim's shoulder, let his long nails dig into the flesh. "What happens?" Kayne let a long laugh out "The world ends. Everyone will go in one instant." he let his stitches out, his cheeks split open into a sharp ear-to-ear smile, he felt Jim's blood squeeze out of flesh.
God he missed this. The violence, the look of pain in his victims faces. He had been described so many times as a child playing with toys. That was always what it felt like. Like being a kid again. Or like being a kid for the first time in his existence. It was always so much better when it was Arthur too, when he watched John kill so much of the man he had truly loved was the first time Kayne had felt excited. It was funny, watching Arthur get what he truly deserved. Arthur was a mystery, so human that Kayne couldn't help but despise him. Of course while he despised Arthur there was also part of him that wanted to hold the man close. He wanted Arthur to be his.
Jim's eyes went wide, Kayne digged his fingers in further bringing out a piece of flesh Jim let out an odd croaking sound of pain. He dropped the flesh onto the ground with a wet splat. "Now..." he said. "I'm gonna need your help with something. If you don't agree I will pick this man apart piece by piece making sure he is alive to feel every single bit of pain possible."