Leaves rustled in the cold night air as a gust of wind broke through the forest. What once would have been a beautiful garden was overgrown, vines entwined around trees and weeds choked the life out of nearby bushes. The only sign of inhabitance was a simple stone sarcophagus beneath a vine-choked tree. If there was any life in that place it would have reacted to the footsteps that lumbered through it. A figure stumbled towards the stone tomb. It raised a hand and brought it towards the sarcophagus, the fingers stopping a few inches away from their target. The figure pushed harder, exhaustion showing throughout its form but the hand would move no closer.
The figure whispered, "Good, a barrier. It will be in far better condition than I imagined."
There was a crackle and a flash of red light as the barrier dissipated and with some effort the top was lifted, the figure's efforts rewarded by what lay beneath. The moon came out from behind a cover of clouds, illuminating the face of a pale man with fair hair.
"This body will not last much longer" he mused, gazing at what lay in front of him, "I must do it sooner than expected."
One might think it a strange sight for a Vatican priest to be traveling with a Methuselah, especially a member of the nobility. But they drew few looks as they ran through the town at an impressive speed, an act that concealed the Methuselah's red eyes and the attire, albeit altered, of a priest. The crowds only saw two men, sufficiently apart in age to possibly be father and son.
"Do you think he will be there Father?" asked the younger of the pair, looking ahead at his companion.
"I'm sure of it" replied the priest, not pausing to look back, "after what Seth did to his body and our last battle…Cain has no choice"
Cain Nightroad stood over his prize, casually bragging to the world though none were there to see it, "Here it lies, after all these years, sleeping in the land of our creator, the original, the 00."