Daughter of Cain
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A/N: Last Chapter in the third person
Chapter 2: Growing up
Cain assumed his daughter was born the day before Colette's death. It was three hours after midnight when Abaddon murdered his wife. When he signed Vivian's birth certificate, he signed it so. Her name was Vivian Colette Mullen. When Cain married Colette, they took her maiden name. But when he signed Colette's death certificate, he made the cause of death childbirth. It pained him to buried his wife. And once she was buried and documents settled, he took Vivian and went North.
Over the years, he watched Vivian grow up. In the first ten years, Vivian aged like any mortal until the cambion trait kicked in. It was a struggle for Cain, how he dealt with Vivian's cambion tantrum was the worse; fortunately, he bought a property in Missouri that would allow the earth to shake when these fits occurred. The once alpha took discipline and helped Vivian control her emotions. When suffering from pain, he taught her how direct her abilities into something smaller. At the time, tree least he had enough firewood during the harsh winters. Vivian abilities soon appeared after her toddler's years. Vivian could use telekinesis, teleportation, electrokinesis, strength, and warping reality. Of course, her warping reality was more of manipulating the earth. But more will come, especially when Lucifer could rise. He considers it was a good thing Colette was deceased, wondering how the human woman could comprehend such abilities from a little girl.
Cain loved Vivian. She was just like him. Unable to stay in one place. When he knew Colette had control of her emotions, he wanted his girl to have an education, to explore. Just as Colette did. Thus, packing the necessities, he showed Vivian around the world, teaching her different languages, mathematics, science, and cultures. However, Cain noticed Vivian struggled in her learning. He assumed her delivery from Abaddon wasn't to midwife standards. But Cain made sure she could read and write.
One day in Paris during the 1920's Cain watched Vivian awe the Eiffel Tower.
"Papa, you think Ma would love this place?" Vivian asked.
Cain held a somber look. The knight never held back on Colette to his daughter. When the little girl asked about her, Cain would keep her in his arms and add, "She was an angel. A gentle soul who can see past the sin of others."
But when the question came in, "How did she die?"
Cain would hold back his tears and answered, "By a demon named Abaddon."
He never held back on the fact who he was, Cain, son of Adam and Eve, the first murderer who killed his brother Abel to save his soul from Lucifer. Cain told her everything, what his life was like during the creation. The beauty of his mother until God sent her to Purgatory to repent for defying his command. How Cain was raised by his father, Adam, alongside Abel, his life as a Knight of Hell, and meeting Colette. A tin photo of his wife and her wedding ring were the only things he had to show Vivian.
Back to Vivian's previous question, he patted her shoulder, "I'm sure she would love to see it, my dear."
Cain stopped for he sensed demons; he looked around till noticing a group of men in suits walking over with black eyes. He took his daughter's hand and teleported. They were in the hotel room, as Vivian stumbled being dizzy from the sudden jump.
"She is beautiful," A woman murmured.
Cain turned around to see a woman in a flapper dress, hair bobbed while holding a glass of wine. Instinct took over as he kept Vivian behind him, separating the Demoness from his daughter.
"Abaddon, how did you find us?" Cain demanded.
Abaddon smirked after taking a sip of wine, "That's simple, when Vivian was born, I left a bit of me in her. Just let you have Daddy time before I take her."
Cain growled, "She will never be a Knight of Hell."
The Demoness stood up, "She is a cambion, one word, and she can destroy the heavenly host."
The alpha scowled then smirked, "She is no anti-Christ, Colette was never possessed and no maiden."
"Doesn't matter," Abaddon murmured. "She can change the world, free Lucifer from his cage and possibly be his bride. Must our king be locked away for all eternity."
"No," he sneered.
"Papa," Vivian mumbled, scared as she clung to him.
Cain kept his arm around Vivian, keeping her close. He looked at her brown eyes, wondering if he could test her ability. Test her warping reality on Abaddon. Before he could say those words, Abaddon blasted him across the room. The Demoness grabbed hold of the girl in a vice grip, tightening to bruise her skin, forcing the child to look at her.
"The Dame of Hell, your kingdom awaits you." Abaddon murmured.
"No," Vivian yelled. "Stop!"
Vivian, lost in her emotion, had lost control of her powers. Words sunk deep into Abaddon's vessel, forcing it to stand still. The Demoness gasped trying to resist the command, yet unable to move. Vivian's eyes widen and ran over to her father. He groaned as she helped him sit up. A moment later, he examined the situation. So, his theory was correct, cambions can control demons.
"She is powerful," Abaddon applauded.
"Indeed, she is." Cain murmured. "And with great power comes with great responsibility."
"Cain, don't deny your heritage. Don't deny her destiny. We can change the prophecy of Lucifer." Abaddon implored.
"No, the apocalypse will be between Michael and Lucifer's vessels," he said. "Vivian maybe of my direct blood, but she is not my descendant."
"My love," Abaddon sickly pleaded.
The Knight of Hell knelt down to Vivian's height and whispered in her ear. He gave the girl precise instructions on what to do. Ensuring Abaddon will be a trap in a vessel far away from here and on the sacred ground. She nodded as she used her imagination, and with a sharp gaze, she faced Abaddon. "Into a convent, you go, trap in your new vessel until death claims you."
Abaddon's eyes widen. Cain knew she despised the holy church from her mortal experience. With a flick of Vivian's wrist, a silver chain wrapped around Abaddon's demonic form, forcing it to vacate the vessel and sent away across the ocean. So much strength was used for the fragile girl that made her collapsed. Cain instinctively caught her. As much as he craved to destroy Abaddon on the spot, he made a sacred vow to Colette to never kill. With Abaddon essence in Vivian, he feared for several decades the Demoness would return. He would need to purify it out of his daughter, except it would hurt.
"Well done," He murmured.
"I'm tired, Papa." She mumbled.
"Close your eyes and get some rest," he said, picking her up and laid her on the bed.
Vivian nodded as she did as instruct. He waited until Vivian was deep in slumber. Carefully he waved his hand over her body, trying to find where Abaddon placed her essence. Where he found the spur of black smoke was along with her cheek. Looking back, he recalled the bitch cradling her face. Hating what he had to do, he conjured his purifying ability to his finger and delicately applied it on Vivian's face. She stirred, trying to move away, yet Cain kept his arm around her, restraining her. She was woken up and cried from the burn as if hot tea was poured on her.
"I'm sorry," Cain whispered as he grasped the essence and forced the black smoke out of her mouth. She gagged, body trying to reject both Cain's magic and Abaddon. Minutes go by until she turned around and vomited black bile. Immediately Cain carried her away from the bile and set her on a chair, then returned and destroyed the bile, hearing Abaddon faint scream.
Sighing, Cain knew there would be no peace in Europe like he anticipated. All he ever wanted was his daughter, and he left alone. To never get involved with the demons. One place came to mind, though is he or Vivian ready to go there.
"Papa," Vivian mumbled.
The deep breath he came over and held her close. Although this was not a usual encounter with Abaddon. The decision was made, "It's time to go home."
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The truck stopped in front of the house, it has been decades since Cain and Vivian set foot on the property. They got out of the vehicle. Cain smiled a little, feeling the ward up. Here it was safe. It was home back in Missouri.
"A bee," Vivian said. "Papa, can we have a bee farm?"
"Of course," Cain said, liking the idea.
He could imagine having a small bee farm. A garden, and maybe gets a chicken coop. He could see it now. Peace... he and Vivian safe in their isolation.
Not the best Chapter, but I assure you it will get better.
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