[attr="class","salvatore"]"Ugh..."

Cain groaned, a right hand coming up to press against his temple, a vain attempt in trying to ease the ache that had been gnawing at his skull for the past couple days. Too many things were happening, and Cain was starting to lose track of it all. In the past six years, life had been simple. All he had to do, was ensure that he had survived the day. And the next. And the next. However, upon joining Silvertongue and starting his career as a full-fledged - though still a fledging - witch, everything started to get thrown into a vortex. First, a girl that he used to bully as a kid and hated him greatly for it, had returned to his life as a beautiful charming woman that he could not get out of his head. Second, his younger sister re-emerged from the shadows of his family and had succeeded in tracking him down in Bell's Bar, offering to get him out of the slums. And third, Richard Marion, or better known to Cain as Dick, had crossed paths with the red-head, and did not fail to remind him of his superiority as an older brother and magician, and Cain's failure as both a Godfrey and a witch.

Just how were all of these things happening to him in a span of two months? All the stability that he had secured for himself, all the progress he had made in six years, it all seemed to be threatened now, and all that happened in eight weeks. Cain was starting to wonder if his choice to join Silvertongue at this point of his life had been a premature decision. It wasn't as bad as before, but he still lived in the slums. He wasn't as hungry as before, but he still had to toil just to have two full meals a day. He wasn't as desperate as before, but the red-head was still willing to do whatever it took to keep his life as stable as possible, while improving at the same time.

Lord knows how many crimes he may have committed in the past weeks under the guise of Silvertongue witches just to keep his stomach full.

The fire witch clicked his tongue as he lowered his head, inhaling toxins from the cigarette wedged on the left side of his lips before excreting the fumes out the right. He slid his hands back into his pockets, as he continued to make his daily traverse back home, to his dingy little apartment in the Hovel. All he wanted to do at that moment was get home, have a drink of water, and collapse onto his bed.

Fate, however, had other plans for him.

"Hey, little girl, you look lost~" A venomous cooing voice came from the alley to his right, and Cain halted in his tracks. Curiosity getting the better of him, the 6'0'' tall red-head turned his head towards the source of the voice, and his golden eyes quickly spotted three males clad in dirty and weathered clothing, surrounding an orange-haired girl with bronze skin on both sides of the alley, trapping her in between them. Cain furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell now?


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