My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

Exodus Cain

'Now Cain said to his brother Abel, "Let's go out to the field." While they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him.' ~Genesis 4:8

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~Axel~

I scream until my throat is raw, and my voice has long died. Metallic, golden tears run down my cheeks. I stare down blankly at my hands, which are perfectly normal apart from the blade-like gold plated nails. As I stroke them across my bare skin, they draw blood. Golden blood, almost like paint. I barely feel the scabs. Whimpering, I open my mouth and scream once more...

...until a hand is clamped over my face.

"Shut up! He might hear us!" A voice hisses. My eyes dart around wildly, but I don't move my arms. I'm worried that I'll scratch my attacker to shreds. Besides, judging from his size, she's human too. Like I am... am I still human? "Are you going to scream anymore?" The same voice asks. The hand isn't removed from over my mouth. I shake my head, forcing myself to stop crying. "Can I trust you?" The voice asks again.

I nod.

The hand is released from my face and I bite my lip to stop myself resuming my episode of horror. I feel my body trembling. I don't know where I am or who's with me or what's going on. I don't care. As soon as my mouth isn't covered, I stare down into my lap. My toenails are similarly gold, like an animal's. I don't feel the way I once was. I don't feel human anymore.

"Who are you?" The same voice asks. I raise my head slightly, accepting the fact that whoever is with me isn't in any mood to get away. Don't they understand how horrible and animalistic I look? It's all Godpheus's fault. Why do it to me, anyways? All he did was mutate me. If anything, having these talons for fingernails will be an advantage against a giant. Everything else seems in order, though. I'm still the exact same size as I used to be...

...hang on. Am I?

I shoot to my feet, not even bothering to reply to the unknown human's question. It's then that I realise that the surface beneath me is solid, metre thick glass. So thick that I can barely see outside of it. The walls are glass too, and the roof towers above me like a skyscraper. I'm in some kind of enormous cylinder of complete glass...? The glass isn't shiny, as it would usually be though. Its surface is rough and mottled, as if it's been viewed under a microscopic lens.

As I try to make out what lies behind the room of glass, I realise that the walls are too thick. Beyond the walls, the world is a blur. I run the tips of my golden claws across the thick surface. Not even a scratch appears. How can a single sheet of glass be so thick?

"There's no use trying to escape." The same voice says softly, as if not to startle me further. I remove my hand from the glass and turn around to face the speaker. It's a woman. Tall and thin with flowing brown hair, which reaches her waist. Her eyes are bright purple, to accompany what looks like a violet tattoo of a feather which runs gruesomely down the left side of her face. Her skin is ghostly white and mark free, as if it's crafted of porcelain. But the most disturbing thing about her is the set of wings, protruding from her back. Like the wings of an angel, equipped with hundreds of individual feathers, each dipped in purple. The woman is almost too beautiful for me to realize...