God Complex

Chapter 9 - "Reasons" Cain

Longinus must have been driving cautiously so as not to wake the baby. This paired with constant pit stops added days onto what used to be a brief detour. After driving for what seemed like a week Cain sees a familiar flash of tacky pink and blue neon lights.

Down the road is a building made of bricks being held together by magic instead of cement. There are two large ogres in the front. A church in the center of a once populated town gutted and rebranded as a home for debauchery.

"Stop the car," Cain says to Longinus, who nods.

Longinus parks their car. Judas exits, followed by Longinus. Cain lags behind just to say, "Cover the kid. Keep the doors locked. Don't come in."

He stays around long enough for Mary to nod, then he climbs out of the car, locking the door behind him.

The bouncers give Cain nasty looks and shove him as he walks by. Pushing through the door Cain steps into a cornucopia of sin. Succubi and Incubi make their rounds throughout the dim packed bar. Cain observes them in quick passing glances. The way they grind on patrons, serve drinks and dress in outfits that leave very little to the imagination. He can hear the hissing and clicking of heels as the sexed-up waitresses make way for him.

Nasty looks, snide comments barely hushed, and an overwhelming sense that he's not welcomed; this is how Cain's 'mark' manifests itself. His sin stains his skin, but it's invisible and works its way through people like a pungent aroma. At a glance, they know who he is and what he's capable of; and that's what makes the woman sitting in their car so fascinating.

Looking around, Cain finds Judas and Longinus up to their usual antics. Longinus is in the back, surrounded by three large figures. They're sharing drinks and war stories. Cain shakes his head and looks over at Judas. He's talking with a woman who's dripping wet. Her eyes are glowing as are his. Judas is talking to that siren again, isn't he?

Seeing as his comrades are preoccupied Cain tries to get to business as quickly as possible. He takes a seat at the bar, though this doesn't sit well with the tentacled bartender in front of him. It's funny, there are gremlins snorting dust, but Cain has all twelve of the bartender's eyes locked on him. One of its large tentacles slams down in front of Cain. He can hear the suction cups snapping up as the limb eases back. It whips the long slimy appendage towards the door.

Cain decides to make himself clear. "Not here to drink. I wanna talk to-"

"Cain!" The youthful voice of the club's eccentric owner cuts Cain off. Without turning his head, he peeks towards the voice. He sees Nephil, just as small and innocent looking as always. A Nephilim who's the result of demons invading this world. Nephil resembles his mother with their round eyes, soft cheeks, sunflower colored hair and exaggerated simper. Nephil's father shows in the black sclera, red irises with white pupils, jet black horns, tiny bat wings, and twitching little demon tail.