First to be born and first to draw blood, it is my brother's that cried out! But I am yet only mortal, forgiven by divine decree that is signed in my flesh. His hand cleft on my forehead these rays like a rising sun, the warning that God protects what he has already judged. Harm me only at your own peril.
What purpose can I now serve, condemned by my fowl deed? I'm doomed to walk the rest of my days across poisoned soil with naught but the seeds of bloodlust to spread and watch grow in this new world. That pattern set for my sons bred, what has been done will carry on. Witness then my bequest of mortality hastened through each dawn to come. Dare I even turn back to give thanks? Upon thoughts of what has been lost I dwell.
I am Cain!
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