Despite having the entire world at his fingertips, Cain despises it. The minute he became capable of independent thought was the moment that he realized how meaningless his life was. His entire existence is pleasantries. Frivolous events of fun and fleeting encounters of pleasure devoid of any true emotion. All the eyes that stare at him with awe hide hatred in them as well. He's genuinely loved by all, but their love is obsessive and jealous.
He knew that one day he'd fall out of favor after a 'love' devolved into 'hate'. His current life would end and he might lose everything, but Cain wasn't scared. Losing everything is a chance to gain something. To feel. At least, he's willing to risk it all by going headfirst into the jaws of fame. He'll either become public enemy #1 or die.
Unfortunately for Cain, he opened 'lucky door #2': death. Niki, an up-and-coming singer, has been sleeping with him for about a year now. After realizing she loves him, she decided to have sex with him one last time and then die as a couple. Her mind was filled with fantasies of the headlines, an ecstasy she'd never get to witness herself.
He actually died mid-orgasm from the poison Niki slipped in his drink. This didn't stop her from continuing to fuck his corpse as she died herself. Cain's short story should've ended here. A handsome, young genius who burned brightly for only a moment until it was crudely snuffed out by a psychotic lover.
In a way, the story of 'Cain' did end here while Kenneth's story continued. The moment the life left his body, it suddenly got possessed by the malevolent force of the drunkard but the poison was still coursing through his veins. Shortly after finishing the orgasm that Cain started, Kenneth passes out in his newfound body. The location of the lovemaking was at a high-profile awards party so it wasn't long for the two corpses to be discovered by their fellow celebrities.
One-half of the tragic couple was still alive. By no means, should this have been the case but Kenneth has an unnatural tenacity to live. A will so powerful he transcended his original body to live out his dream of his 'favorite' star's life, or rather, *death*.
He awakens in a hospital, unaware of reality.
"W-Why is it so bright?" He mutters. The (previously) impoverished man had never been to a hospital in his life. He didn't even have a doctor at his birth. The first sight of young Kenneth was the stained velvet of the Brothel his mother dwelled in. Poetically, a brothel was one of Kenneth's last sights before becoming Cain.
"Cain, darling! You're alive?!" A warm woman with tactically gray hair but no visible signs of aging pets his cheek. She seems to be acting distraught but there's no indicator of any damage to her makeup or wardrobe. The lady immediately turns to a camera filming their interaction and wipes a nonexistent tear from the corner of her eye.
"Who are you?"
...
Unseen by the crowd of reporters that flood his sight, she narrows her eyes for a moment and has a genuine flicker of truly being concerned.
"I'm your mother." She says sweetly with enough pitch to be caught by the microphones over the clamoring chatter of Paparazzi. The warm voice hasn't changed but it sounds colder to his ears. A small shudder escapes his spine.
That moment of weakness doesn't last long. Kenneth is immediately overcome with indescribable joy. He's stupid but he'd have to have a genuinely dented skull to not realize what's happened. He's now Cain. The evil God that created the hell known as Earth has made his wildest dream a reality. That or he's actually gone batshit crazy.
Either way, it feels real so it doesn't matter to Kenneth. The illusion of having everything he's ever wanted is enough. He turns to the woman with a smile.
"Mother... I don't remember anything but my love for you."
'Mother Dearest' thinly smiles back at him with a predatory gaze. Ken hasn't been exposed to 'rich people' politics, but he does know how to read people's faces from his intuition alone. She clearly wants to take advantage of his amnesia. From the moment he woke up, this Mom has subtly made her hatred towards him clear.
Kenneth Walker has no expectations for mothers or fathers. Familial love won't stop him from destroying her life if it's within his power. No one will get in his way now that he has the authority to conquer the world. He notes her as a target for 'revenge' as he continues their charade of meaningless banter. His revenge isn't personal nor is it to fulfill any vendettas of the original Cain. He just wants to see the wealthy burn alive.
Eat the rich, bitch.
Pushing the mother and reporters out of the room, a member of the police force stiffly sits at his hospital's bedside to interrogate him.
"I hear you have amnesia?"
"Seeing as I do, I don't see the point in you questioning me over it... I really don't remember anything outside of my common sense and having sex with an intoxicating woman before I blacked out." I don't know why I'm here, but I decide to be honest. I lived my entire life as Kenneth afraid of cops because they would have no hesitation in ending my being but I'm not Kenneth anymore. I inwardly smirk. I'm now an attractive, rich, and powerful man.
No matter their reason for questioning me. I'm untouchable.
"Ah, that's actually really helpful info... To be honest, I don't know if I trust you really have amnesia but it doesn't really matter. You have too much backing for me to pressure you so anything you're willing to tell me is a godsend." The female cop sighs.
"If you truly do have amnesia, I'll help you out a bit since you at least responded to my first question. You and a rising pop star, Niki, were found lifeless at a post-celebration of an elite award ceremony. Both your bodies were clearly poisoned with traces of Thallium Sulphate. By all means, you should be dead." She pauses, debating to finish her thought. "In fact, you probably schemed to murder her since there's no possible way you actually ingested Thallium. Your entire nervous system would've shut down from even a gram."
I can sense somewhat of cold sweat from the lady cop. Man, does she have a pair of BALLS on her. She admitted herself that she is incapable of actually getting me apprehended for the crime she thinks I committed but she still brazenly called me out on it. To have morals as strong as her in a world as corrupt as this, she's genuinely a good person. I want to toy with her... And, I can. 'I'm now Cain', I chuckle inside my head. I keep reminding myself of this fact every second of consciousness that I can. I decide to forget my identity as Kenneth completely. He was a worthless existence, a stepping stone for my current life that will not be missed.
"Miss... I can't deny your claims, but I want to believe I wouldn't do such a foul thing!" I weakly lean over from my bed and place my fingertips on the dorsal of her hands. "I can tell that you're afraid to obtain my ire, b-but! I promise to turn myself in if we can prove that I committed this crime! I will do anything to help with the investigation and return my memory." I affirm with conviction.
Of course, I plan to do no such thing. If she tries to lay even a finger of malicious intent on me, I'll have her body dissected at some perverted elite playground. 'Those are things, right?' I note to myself to find out the secrets of the rich as I am one now. The reason I'm putting on this act is one, I find her fascinating. And two, the original Cain was seen as overwhelmingly charitable and 'down to earth' by the public. I know nothing of him, but I know this is utter bullshit. Still, it's the popular perception of him and it shouldn't be hard to convince most people I'm a good person because of it. Not to mention, people will naturally excuse bad behavior if the perpetrator is hot and/or talented.
I'm both of those things.
"The name's Mary-Anne." The cop grasps the hand that is touching her own with a light blush.
I know I said all those things but... WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY DO HOT PEOPLE HAVE IT SO FUCKING EASY?!
I yell more obscenities in my head in awe over this non-corrupt 'Woman of Justice' instantly forgiving someone who's almost 100% a murderer just because of a few nice words.
'Fuck, this shit. I'm gonna find a way to kill any hot person I see as justice for my past life.' I joke to myself.
At least, I *think* it's a joke.