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The First Murderer

Cain walked the halls of Chaldea, observing the various Servants. It was quite a fascinating spectacle. He had met many historical figures and heard many tales of heroes in his own universe, it was interesting to see how wildly or closely they resembled those. Some you could barely recognize, others tied to fictional retellings of events (at least in his universe). Artoria had been a surprise, Cain having met King Arthur in his own world.

The various gods wondering the halls also stroked a sense of nostalgia. It reminded him of the earlier years of Audapaupadopolis, when gods and men would walk the same roads in unity under his father's rule. It could remember it perfectly, even after countless centuries. An effortless task in reality for him. He remembered everything. One might call it a photographic memory, but it went well beyond that. He could count up every single breath he'd taken in his life, from birth to now. Every breath he'd seen other people take. Every detail could be recalled without error. A memory that would never forget what he had done.

And it was due to this memory he noticed he was being followed. The individual was an expert, and clearly knew who Cain was. Or thought they did. They had managed to stay out of sight, but had failed to account for the other servants. He had thousands of remembered crowds to compare these to. He could spot how those at the back picked up their pace. The nervous whispers and slight quieting of the crowd. Clearly someone ominous waited just out of view behind him.

Cain turned down a less crowded hall, and then another. Moving away from the high traffic areas of Chaldea, hopefully with fewer people around his follower would reveal themselves. Cain had very little concern about them intending ill will upon him. He'd been most cooperative with Chaldea, the Fae of this universe shouldn't be at war with his family, and there was his curse.

He finally reached a hallway that appeared quite empty. From the signs, this was where parts were stored to repair the Chaldea facility. There should be no one here to bother them. Cain would stop and look behind himself fully, waiting for his follower to step into view. A full minute passed and Cain sighed loudly. His follower was either committed or had lost him. Cain turned back to continue his walk.

"Why are you here?"

Cain was suddenly face to chest to a towering armoured and cloaked figure. A horned skull helmet glared down at him with glowing blue eyes. He'd take a couple of steps back in surprise. He was left speechless for a few moments as he tried to process how this giant had snuck up quietly behind him. Before the man had to repeat his question, Cain responded. "Well I'm here to hep out with this. . ." Cain would pause to think, Da Vinci and him had yet to identify the exact issue they were dealing with, "cross dimensional issue." While there seemed to be a temporal aspect, Da Vinci was quite certain nothing lined up properly with the Lost Belts. But there were aspects that lined up with the SCP Foundation's research into alternate dimensions.

"And why aren't you doing that now?"

Cain glanced down at the large blade held in both hands of the figure, currently held so it pointed at the ground. He'd then glance back up at the figure before him.

"It isn't exactly polite to be threatening a guest" "Why should we welcome a murderer as a guest?"

Cain sighed and roll his head. This was an unexpected situation. "Really?" He'd retort before focusing back on the First Hassan. Cain already knew who he was, he'd been allowed to skim through the personal records to see which servants were here. He had been curious to meet some. And some he wanted to avoid. The Hassan was on neither list.

"Okay. I am not your Cain. I am Cain El Asem. Son of Lilith El Asem. Dream of Lilith. Star of the Evening. My name is forged in iron."

Cain stated his full name and saw the First Hassan shift minutely. Cain couldn't be certain if it was him reacting to the power his name held or the fact his mother wasn't Eve, but he was sure he had gotten across he wasn't this universe's Cain.

"You can even call me 073 if that helps separate me from him." Cain would add, he had gotten used to the title while at the Foundation.

"How does that change your crime?" The First Hassan asked in a cold emotional voice. Cain facepalmed. "You do realize I was punished like your Cain was, right?" Cain would slide his hand off of his face. "And I've tried my best to harm no one else since."

"You've stayed your hand of murder ever since?" Cain couldn't miss the tone of curiosity in the First Hassan's voice. "Yes," Cain replied. However, he had been responsible for deaths. Not everyone was willing to be talked down, some wanted blood. But his curse ensured only their blood would spill, his punishment would not be ended early. And his curse of memory made sure he'd never forget their corpses.

The Hassan stepped closer to Cain. "How can you deny what defined you?"

Cain would stare up at the towering man. "Your Cain was a farmer, and I was the Gardener of Eden. I am heir to Adam El Asem, First King of Men, Maker of the First City. King of all That Is. We were both more than just murders" "Dead dreams and empty titles," The First Hassan replied. "Why do you care?" Cain would ask annoyed. "There are plenty of murderers and villains in this place. Or have you done this with all of them?"

The First Hassan stepped closer, mere inches between them. Cain didn't back away, but had to stretch his neck to keep his eyes locked on the Hassan's. "Your crime is all you have left. You are no longer a gardener or farmer. No throne awaits you. Only our sins remain." The Hassan bent forward to look fully down on Cain, "and I know our worlds are different. Different Cains, different sins."

Cain was quiet for a moment, then spoke. "What exactly do you want?" Cain couldn't figure out what was this man's problem. There was a stretch of silence between them, then the First Hassan spoke.

"How did you kill him?"

Cain frowned. He'd turn away, planning to walk in the opposite direction of the conversation. He'd find himself blocked by the Hassan once more, somehow moving to the other side of Cain. He tried again and was once more blocked. "I stabbed him!" Cain would exclaim in frustration, and try to walk away again. The assassin once more blocked the way, though he was a few steps away now. "With what?"

"A sword."

Cain didn't bother trying to walk away this time. "You already had implements of murder already?" The First Hassan asked.

"Yes, we had weapons. Not all the creatures back then were friendly." "So murder already existed" "Yes, but I still get called the first murderer." "But you are the first betrayer."

Cain paused at this. That was an odd accusation. "And?" The First Hassan stepped closer, adjusting his grip on his sword as he did. "You cannot be trusted." He'd state plainly.

"Because I killed my brother?" "Because you betrayed your brother." "What's the difference?"

"The sin that defines you." Cain was getting angry now. "Why? How?" "Cause it is all you have left," the Hassan would repeat. "Why do you think that?" Cain would ask.

"Because it defines me." Cain would look puzzled at The First Hassan. Then he remember what he had said earlier. 'our sins.' "You're me." Cain would state before rolling his eyes and head. "And that somehow makes you an expect on me, despite our histories being different."

"Yes."

Cain would shake his head, not even bothering to look at the assassin. "I swore off violence, but you decided more violence was the right lesson to take away from bashing your brother's head in. Can you not see the difference there."

"Our differences are our sins. I murder, you betray." "You lured your brother into a field to kill him, sounds like a betrayal of trust." "Betrayal already existed in the world." "And how do you know it wasn't already in mine?" "I don't, but there were only two sins to take away from our crime. If you did not take murder, then it was betrayal."

"Why? Why would I take anything like that? I was given perfect memory to never forget what I did, unlike you who thinks it is blessing to murder his brother." The First Hassan tightened the grip on his sword. "I recall all the love and respect I had for him. Which has clearly dimmed for you into nothing. I can perfectly recall the look of betrayal on his face, I doubt you can recall the mangled mess of his face."

"Then shouldn't you remember perfectly why it was worth betraying him?" the assassin would say, his voice dripping with venom.

The First Hassan stepped closer. Cain stared him down. "We don't even have the same mother. Mine was Lilith, yours was just a sex toy made out of a rib-" Cain was interrupted as the assassin's sword clattered against the wall, the First Hassan's arms going limp. Cain could hear the assassin cough up blood in his helmet, and see it begin to leak out of his chest plate. His arms and chest had been cut clean through, his body held together by his armour now. "Huh, guess we are somewhat alike. Mother is a sore subject for me too. Helps I've had centuries of people bad mouthing her to control my temper." The Hassan fell to his knees. "It was a fine cut, I didn't see or feel it. Very impressive." The assassin final fell at Cain's feet. His body beginning to dissipate into ethereal energy. Cain looked around to check for cameras, he couldn't see any but he figured he should check the security room anyways and scrub this incident. He had planned to stop there later to get a better mental layout of the facility. Chaldea should really upgrade to handprint scanners, he thought. It was far too simple for him to mentally replay everyone's hand movements whenever they punched in a code.

#fate series #scp foundation #scp 073 #scp cain #fan fiction #Fanfic #Just a single scene from a larger work I'm trying to write #Based loosely on the DJkactusverse #And some theories I saw on the First Hassan #SCP X Fate Series

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