The Chronicle Of Caine – Part 1

“Does Time have meaning when you came before it? Does Death have a purpose when you were the first in all of Creation to cause it, save that who Created all? Most importantly, however, what is Morality when you are that which decides what the words right and wrong shall mean?” – Caine

Abel. he who was the first part of all my joy. The sweetest, the strongest. I was first born, I broke the earth with sharpness and planted the first seeds to grown, tended them and watched them grow to fruit and blossom. Able was second born, tended to those creations that Him Above had made and assisted them in their bloody births, fed them of that which I tended and watched them grow there, in the Land Of Nod, where the Light of Paradise shone and filled the sky.

One day, one day our father came to us and said unto us “Caine, Abel, to Him Above you must make sacrifice, a gift of the first part of all that you have. I, Caine, first born, gathered tender shoots, brightest fruits and the sweetest grass. Abel, second born Abel, slaughtered the youngest, the strongest, the sweetest of his animals. On the altar of our Father we laid our sacrifices to Him Above and put them to the torch, we watched the smoke rise higher and higher to the One Above.

The sacrifice of the second born Abel smelled sweet to the One Above and He blessed Abel. I, first born Caine, was struck from beyond by a curse and a harsh word for my sacrifice was deemed unworthy. I looked at the sacrifice of Abel, still smoking, the flesh, the blood and I cried, I held my eyes and I prayed in the night and in the day.

When Father came to us again and said that the time for sacrifice had come again, Abel brought his youngest, his sweetest, his most beloved to the sacrificial fire. I did not bring my youngest, my sweetest, to the fire for I knew the One Above would not accept them. My brother Abel said unto me “Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of your joy, to burn at the altar of the One Above.”

I, with tears of love in my eyes, took sharp things and sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy, my brother.

The Blood of Abel covered the Altar and smelled sweet as it burned, but my father said “Cursed are you Caine, who killed your brother. As I was cast out so shall you be.” I was then exiled into the Darkness, to wander in the land Of Nod. I flew into the Darkness and I aw no source of Light and I was afraid, and I was alone.

I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Hungry.
I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Cold.
I was alone in the Darkness and I cried.

Then came to me a sweet voice. A voice who’s words were of honey. Words of succor, words of surcease spoke she. A woman Dark and Lovely, with eyes that pierced the Darkness, came to me.

“I know your story, Caine of Nod.”
“You are Hungry, come I have food!”
“You are Cold, come I have Warmth!”
“You are Sad, come I have Comfort!”

“I am your Fathers first wife, who disagreed with the One Above and gained Freedom in the Darkness.”

“I am Lilith”

Once I was Cold, and there was no warmth for me.
Once I was Hungry, and there was no food for me.
Once I was Sad, and there was no comfort for me.

She took me in, She fed me, She clothed me.

In her arms I found comfort. I cried until blood trickled from my eyes and She kissed all of the tears away.

And I dwelt for a time, there in the House of Lilith and I asked her questions that I know that she had never been asked before.

“Out of Darkness, how did you build this place?”
“How did you make clothes?”
“How did you grow food?”

Lilith smiled at me with a softness and said that unlike me, she was Awake. She saw the Threads that spun all around you. She made that which She needed out of Power.

“Awaken me, then, Lilith,” I implored.

“I have need for this Power. Then, I can make my own clothes, make my own food, make my own House.”

Worry creased across Lilith’s brow as I asked this of Her.

“I do not know what the Awakening will do for you, for you are truly Cursed by your Father, the One Above.”

“You could die.”
“You could forever be changed.”

I said, “Even so, a life without Power will not be worth living. I would die without your gifts. I will not, I can not, live as your Thrall.”

Lilith loved me very much, and I knew this.
Lilith would do what I asked, though she did not wish it.

So, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith, Awakened me. She cut herself with a knife and bled for me into a bowl. I drank deep.

It was sweet, so much sweeter than anything and everything that I had ever drunk until that very moment. I then fell into the Abyss.

I fell forever, falling into the deepest darkness, past that which none before me, or those that came after, had or ever would fall.

From the Darkness came a bright, shining Light, a fire in the Night of the Land Of Nod. In this fire the Archangel Michael revealed Himself to me and I, unafraid, asked him what his business was with me.

Michale, General Of Heaven, wielder of the Holy Flame, said unto me, “Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great, and yet the Mercy of my Father is even greater. Will you not repent this evil that you have done and let his mercy wash you clean?”

I said then to Micheal, “Not by the One Above’s grace, but mine own, will I live, in pride.

Michael cursed me then. “Then, for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will live in fear of my living flame, and it will bite deep and savor your flesh.”

In the morning, on lambent wings, Raphael came. Light over the horizon, the driver of the Sun, ward of the East.

Raphael spoke, “Caine, Son of Adam. Son of Eve. Your brother Abel forgives you your sin, will you not repent and accept the mercy of the Almighty?”

I said to Raphael, “Not by Abel’s forgiveness, but mine own will I be forgiven.”

Raphael cursed me then. “Then for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will fear the Dawn, and the suns rays will seek to burn you like fire where ever you hide always. Hide now for the Sun rises to take it’s wrath on you.”

I found a place deep in the Earth, and hid from the burning light of the Sun. Deep in the Earth I slept until the Light of the world was hidden behind the mountain of Night.

When I awoke from my sweep I heard the gentle rustling of wings and saw I saw the black wings of Uriel draped around me. Uriel, reaper, angel of Death, dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness.

Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying “Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God Almighty has forgiven your sin. Will you accept his mercy and let me take you to your reward, no longer cursed?”

I said unto Uriel “Not by God’s mercy, but my own, will I live. I am what I am, I did what I did, and that will never change.”

Then, through dread Uriel, God Almighty cursed me, saying. “Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will cling to Darkness.”

“You will drink only blood, You will eat only ashes. You will be always as you were at death, Never dying, living on. You will walk forever in Darkness, all you touch will crumble into nothing, until the last days.”

I gave a cry of anguish at this terrible curse and tore at my flesh. I wept blood.
I caught the tears in a cup and drank them.

“Does Time have meaning when you came before it? Does Death have a purpose when you were the first in all of Creation to cause it, save that who Created all? Most importantly, however, what is Morality when you are that which decides what the words right and wrong shall mean?” – Caine

Abel. he who was the first part of all my joy. The sweetest, the strongest. I was first born, I broke the earth with sharpness and planted the first seeds to grown, tended them and watched them grow to fruit and blossom. Able was second born, tended to those creations that Him Above had made and assisted them in their bloody births, fed them of that which I tended and watched them grow there, in the Land Of Nod, where the Light of Paradise shone and filled the sky.

One day, one day our father came to us and said unto us “Caine, Abel, to Him Above you must make a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of all that you have. I, Caine, firstborn, gathered tender shoots, brightest fruits, and the sweetest grass. Abel, second-born Abel, slaughtered the youngest, the strongest, the sweetest of his animals. On the altar of our Father, we laid our sacrifices to Him Above and put them to the torch, we watched the smoke rise higher and higher to the One Above.

The sacrifice of the second-born Abel smelled sweet to the One Above and He blessed Abel. I, firstborn Caine, was struck from beyond by a curse and a harsh word for my sacrifice was deemed unworthy. I looked at the sacrifice of Abel, still smoking, the flesh, the blood and I cried, I held my eyes and I prayed in the night and in the day.

When Father came to us again and said that the time for sacrifice had come again, Abel brought his youngest, his sweetest, his most beloved to the sacrificial fire. I did not bring my youngest, my sweetest, to the fire for I knew the One Above would not accept them. My brother Abel said unto me “Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of your joy, to burn at the altar of the One Above.”

I, with tears of love in my eyes, took sharp things and sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy, my brother.

The Blood of Abel covered the Altar and smelled sweet as it burned, but my father said “Cursed are you Caine, who killed your brother. As I was cast out so shall you be.” I was then exiled into the Darkness, to wander in the land Of Nod. I flew into the Darkness and I saw no source of Light and I was afraid, and I was alone.

I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Hungry.
I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Cold.
I was alone in the Darkness and I cried.

Then came to me a sweet voice. A voice who’s words were of honey. Words of succor, words of surcease spoke she. A woman Dark and Lovely, with eyes that pierced the Darkness, came to me.

“I know your story, Caine of Nod.”
“You are Hungry, come I have food!”
“You are Cold, come I have Warmth!”
“You are Sad, come I have Comfort!”

“I am your Fathers first wife, who disagreed with the One Above and gained Freedom in the Darkness.”

“I am Lilith”

Once I was Cold, and there was no warmth for me.
Once I was Hungry, and there was no food for me.
Once I was Sad, and there was no comfort for me.

She took me in, She fed me, She clothed me.

In her arms I found comfort. I cried until blood trickled from my eyes and She kissed all of the tears away.

And I dwelt for a time, there, in the House of Lilith and I asked her questions that I know that she had never been asked before.

“Out of Darkness, how did you build this place?”
“How did you make clothes?”
“How did you grow food?”

Lilith smiled at me with a softness and said that unlike me, she was Awake. She saw the Threads that spun all around you. She made that which She needed out of Power.

“Awaken me, then, Lilith,” I implored.

“I have the need for this Power. Then, I can make my own clothes, make my own food, make my own House.”

Worry creased across Lilith’s brow as I asked this of Her.

“I do not know what the Awakening will do for you, for you are truly Cursed by your Father, the One Above.”

“You could die.”
“You could forever be changed.”

I said, “Even so, a life without Power will not be worth living. I would die without your gifts. I will not, I can not live as your Thrall.”

Lilith loved me very much, and I knew this.
Lilith would do what I asked, though she did not wish it.

So, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith, Awakened me. She cut herself with a knife and bled for me into a bowl. I drank deep.

It was sweet, so much sweeter than anything and everything that I had ever drunk until that very moment. I then fell into the Abyss.

I fell forever, falling into the deepest darkness, past that which none before me, or those that came after, had or ever would fall.

From the Darkness came a bright, shining Light, a fire in the Night of the Land Of Nod. In this fire, the Archangel Michael revealed Himself to me and I, unafraid, asked him what his business was with me.

Michale, General Of Heaven, wielder of the Holy Flame, said unto me, “Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great, and yet the Mercy of my Father is even greater. Will you not repent this evil that you have done and let his mercy wash you clean?”

I said then to Micheal, “Not by the One Above’s grace, but mine own, will I live, in pride.

Michael cursed me then. “Then, for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will live in fear of my living flame, and it will bite deep and savor your flesh.”

In the morning, on lambent wings, Raphael came. Light over the horizon, the driver of the Sun, ward of the East.

Raphael spoke, “Caine, Son of Adam. Son of Eve. Your brother Abel forgives you your sin, will you not repent and accept the mercy of the Almighty?”

I said to Raphael, “Not by Abel’s forgiveness, but mine own will I be forgiven.”

Raphael cursed me then. “Then for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will fear the Dawn, and the sun’s rays will seek to burn you like fire where ever you hide always. Hide now for the Sun rises to take its wrath on you.”

I found a place deep in the Earth and hid from the burning light of the Sun. Deep in the Earth, I slept until the Light of the world was hidden behind the mountain of Night.

When I awoke from my sweep I heard the gentle rustling of wings and saw I saw the black wings of Uriel draped around me. Uriel, reaper, Angel of Death, dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness.

Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying “Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God Almighty has forgiven your sin. Will you accept his mercy and let me take you to your reward, no longer cursed?”

I said unto Uriel “Not by God’s mercy, but my own, will I live. I am what I am, I did what I did, and that will never change.”

Then, through dread Uriel, God Almighty cursed me, saying. “Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will cling to Darkness.”

“You will drink only blood, You will eat only ashes. You will be always as you were at death, Never dying, living on. You will walk forever in Darkness, all you touch will crumble into nothing, until the last days.”

I gave a cry of anguish at this terrible curse and tore at my flesh. I wept blood.
I caught the tears in a cup and drank them.

Delilah – Quasi-Introduction

There is a gradient of life and death in the world. Not all that breathes is alive, not all whose hearts are cold and still are dead. It had always been such. Civilizations had been aware of it for the entirety of their existence. Vampires and Werewolves, Witches and Goblins, Faeries and Demons. All of it is true, all of it is real, and all of it truly is out to get you if you are not careful where you step in the middle of the night.

Now, while they are real, not all of the things that go bump in the night need to make their presence known at every available opportunity. They hide as they are wont to do and those that discover them are often never seen or heard from again. So, believe nothing you read, or even everything you happen to see.

The world is a dark and strange place.

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It is well known where the first of the vampires came from. Everyone learns the origin stories just as they learn that 1492 is when Columbus set out on his voyage of genocide in the New World and that the Second World War had a deeper, darker and much more occult reason for ever occurring. The Mark of Cain, it is called. The biblical tale of Adam and Eve’s son, after having murdered his brother Abel, God punished Cain by saying that the foods of the earth would no longer be sustenance to him, that he would be forced to kill others as he had his brother Abel, and then drink the very source of their life. He was cast out of Paradise and into the Land of Nod where the others dwelt.

Others. A shameful title for the greatness that wandered in the darkness of ignorance of the “Loving God”. However, that is a tale for another time.

Very little is known of his time in the Land of Nod, save for those who are afflicted with his mark. It is lore they do not share with almost anyone and jealously guard it against all others with their considerable power, influence, and wealth. So, mankind simply ignores the fact that the lore exits at all, they make up their truths and tales about what happened outside of Paradise and they cling to them because sometimes the pretty lie is what they need and not the ugly truth. Names are often thrown about. Lilith is a popular name, and although she is real enough and incredible in her splendor and power, she is not the character that people make her be in this particular tale.

The name no one associates with them is Delilah. No, not that one, she came much later and played a much different, and far more simple part in the story of the world. No, this Delilah shaped, and still shapes, the world as if it were clay under her immortal fingertips. She was the first child and daughter of Cain. Yes, he has had many children, uncountable in truth. Each of them bears his mark, cursed by God to never enjoy the sustenance that the earth produced, but to drink the living essence of those that walked among them, just as he does. Yes, he lives among us still. Cain is still very much despised by God and when he was told he would not die, it was not an idle threat in the slightest.

His first seven children became what would become known as The Authority. To this day those seven are the only ones in Creation save the Vengeful God who knows where their father is. They have killed people for even remotely inquiring as to his location, so most people yet again make up their truths and accept them because it is easier than believing the third human being ever still walks the earth.

Delilah sits with them. She is the titular leader as the eldest of all of them, but they shared power in a sense. Each of them was very selfish and greedily hoarded the power that their father had imbued them with. Each of them with different gifts, different skills, but not the way one would think. There was magic in them, but there was always the reminder that they were damned. They were the hated of God, unforgivable and unacceptable for all of time. They did not hide behind things, they reveled in the darkness that was in them. Demons they have been called. Monsters and destroyers of flesh and soul.

Why would they not be when they were the absolute epitome of corruption?