King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

Abnormality

Ah.

Hello there.

What brings you?

Would you like a peppermint?

Here, here.

Hm?

You didn't come for candy?

Ah....

The story.

Are you sure?

I've just put a kettle on the oven, and would be happy to-

Very well.

Allow me to start from the beginning, then.

Long ago, in a time far past, all beings born of the earth's plane were ordinary flesh and blood. Mortal, through and through. However, Cain, son of the first, turned on his brother Able out of jealousy, and slew him. And through this, a mere man had become the father of mortal misdeed, the first murderer.

Surely, you have heard this tale, yes?

It is as old as time.

Well....

Here is the rest of that tale.

Cain tried to deny his guilt by burying his brother in the field, however, his blood cried out to the creator, and, as righteous justice, Cain was punished with a mark.

This mark made him wretched, forsaken to all things, yet, never allowed to die.

This mark, however, was scarcely the first of it's kind.

What the tale shall not tell you....

is that Cain was never slain, as you would be led to believe. 

His mark protected him, forsaken, even, by death himself.

This stirred the wanderer's addled mind, crafting daft ideas, though one, proved more daft than any.

"If all of creation scorn me for my cursed mark.....I'll merely have to create something of my own."

With this thought, he recalled the creation of his own mother, taking the rib from a freshly dead man, the soil stained with his brother's blood, and the ichor that remained.

Finally, he drew his own blood, permanently tainted, and mixed together his odd concoction. 

The blood of the first murderer, ever marked, the ichor of his victim, the living soil, animated further by his wrong, and the rib of a man not alive to shun him, created a being of a thousand sources, a young girl who too, bore the mark of her creator, her blood his very own. Born dead and bearing a mark that promised life, she could not die. Bearing said mark, she would not and could not be harmed nor harassed, neither did she have need of food or drink, having never known it to begin with. And so, the odd pangs in her stomach and her throat troubled her not, and she assumed them natural. 

However, despite bearing the mark of her creator, the earth found within her a gentle sympathy, a sharp crying out that could not be ignored. They knew the soil and ichor of Abel was within her veins, and that she was the child of the earth and born of a favorite of the creator, and thus followed her will. Between her natures, a being that defied all laws was born, and it was far too late to be rid of her. 

Do you see?

Cain had done it.

Through his odd daughter, he had defied his fate. 

This sparked the beginning of the marked ones.

Those that bear an ever peculiar mark.

Those that bring out abnormality.

And what's more, I assure to you that this tale....

is no more legend.

How would I know such a thing, you ask?

Well...

It simple.

I was there to bear witness to this tale.

I watched it come to pass.

Hm?

You do not believe me?

Very well.

Perhaps you will believe the word of my daughter.

She too, bore witness.

She was rather flustered at being put in such a spotlight.

Afterall...

How many girls are you acquainted with in possession of such a famed birth?