Daughter of Cain
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Chapter 3: Worse fears awaken
Vivian POV
May 14th, 2009
The song of the rooster and the humming of the bees woken me from my slumber. Growing up, that was my daily alarm to wake. Time to face another morning, to tend the bees, tend the chickens, and prepare for a day at the market to sell honey. Father's hobby of beekeeping became his passion; he usually managed to the bees while I go to the market or local stores to sell our merchandise. So out of bed, I change into some jeans, flannel, and boots. Then onward with my morning routine.
Once ready, I went to the chicken coop, collecting four eggs before going back inside to cook them, along with sausages and toast. Cain soon came down; once I poured some freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Mornin, dear," he greeted.
"Mornin' Daddy," I greeted with a smile. I used to say Papa, but after a moving from France to America with the inherited accent, neighbors found it strange. So, Cain and I adapted to the local in our emphasis having a slight country drawl. Though Cain has lived since the dawn of creation, he was more of a hint than a strong accent.
We sat down and began to eat breakfast. Our meals were always peaceful, as I did most of the cooking. Don't get me wrong, Cain can cook an excellent steak and a hearty meal, yet food became my forte when I found a love for baking. There was one point I accidentally baked too many biscuits that Cain tried to figure out how to eat all these in one weak.
"Off to the market?" Cain asked after breakfast.
"Yep," I answered.
"Care if I join?"
"Not at all," I said with a smile.
Although there was another reason why Cain was joining me. He wasn't one for leaving the haven unless it's to buy supplies. He being the Knight of Hell draws attention to a demon or anyone of interest. I was able to leave the haven for my cambion abilities. Demons nor Angels can detect my race unless face to face encounters. Growing up, I learned to control my gifts and limited my use of warping reality. I mainly use Telekinesis and teleportation, along with strength. There has been one encounter with a demon; during that time, I've forced them to leave their vessel without damaging the host by a command. Violence was limited, Cain vowed to Mama to never kill and bestow that vow on me. Sure, he taught me how to fight in the ways he learned as general, but killing is never the answer. I vowed I wouldn't unless it was out of defense...except for some chicken and fish.
Back to the main point, Cain had been sensing a lot of demonic activity. Since late 2007, he sensed the Demon Chief, Lilith, was on the move in breaking 66 out of the 600 seals to free Lucifer. We feared Lucifer would return and come hunting for us, antagonizing Cain in going dark side, back to his homicidal roots and be Captain once more for the Knights of Hell, and the question of whether my place in the world is.
The Demoness, Abaddon said I was a Dame of Hell. Cain noted such a title doesn't exist, yet it was possible. I wasn't any Cambion; I was the offspring of a hell knight, my power much higher compared to any cambion that walks this earth. The only exception would be that of the Antichrist, who could match my potential. So, we try our best to stay hidden, and limit contact to the outside world.
Once breakfast was finished, and dishes washed, we gather our product. Our freshly made honey was kept in small mason jars. We also packed a folding table, tent, chairs, and other things for the market, and placing them in the tail of the truck. The drive was long, listening to the country music station and enjoying the silence of nature. In town, we set up in the square with other local farmers and wait for customers to come by. Many indeed, our honey being the favorite sweet condiment for biscuits and other desserts. Cain sat in his chair, straw hat and sunglasses on people watching, as I did business.
A lovely day indeed.
"Daddy, why doncha get some fresh produce for tonight," I suggested.
"Trying to get rid of your old man?" He teased.
"Well, you are old as creation," I joked.
Cain shook his head as he got up and started to go shopping. He needs to spread his wings and be more mobile than scaring off male customers.
Father of Murder indeed, I thought.
By late afternoon we sold all our honey. Cain thought it is a treat as we stop at the local diner, as I got some Chicken fried chicken with mash potatoes and green beans while Cain got some meatloaf, potatoes, and lima beans. We ate in peace, though Cain kept his guard up, analyzing our surroundings. I worry the paranoid will get to him. We had our hex bags and charms; no Demon would dare look for him. Still, he was one of caution.
After dinner, we headed back home. As we got our supplies settled in the barn, I took the safe and counted our daily profits, dividing them between bills, groceries, gas, and leisure. Once done and the money secured, we sat in the living room, reading our books of pleasure. Cain read the classic Moby Dick, while I read Les Misérables.
We read late into the night, sure we had a TV, but reading seems more enjoyable, especially when you're with company. As I read the confrontation scene between Jean Valjean and Javert, a surge of energy consumed me. The amount of force had me knocked off the couch, clutching my body. There was too much power, too much that my body was having a hard time embracing it. Cain rushed over holding onto me, hugging me like I was a child again.
"Breathe, Vivian." he murmured.
"It's too much," I mumbled, feeling my body hot but also arctic cold. "What's happening?"
"Lucifer has returned," He replied, combing my hair. "His presences enhance Cambion and selected Demons abilities."
When the power surged past, we turned on the television to watch the news. The News reporter went on, "...and Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be the target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown. "
We check the next station, "Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area…"
Next station, "...announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear…"
And it goes forward on sudden disaster across the world.
"Daddy, is this the Apocalypse?" I asked.
"No, not yet," Cain answered.
"What happened?" I asked.
"One of the 600 seals is the key to opening Lucifer's cage. 66 seals are needed to break Lucifer's free. Out of all the 600 seals, the final seal must be the first demon will be the last seal." He explained. "Lilith is dead."
I stared at Cain, Lilith was Adam's first wife made from the dust and earth. However, she was not compliant as to be expected during that time. Her rebellious behavior intrigued the Devil, and he corrupted her soul to be the first demon as revenge after being thrown away from heaven. Soon, Lucifer created the Princes of Hell, until Abel was of age to make him a knight. However, Cain intervened, sacrificing his eternal soul for his brother to become a Knight. Lilith was the First Demon, and Cain was the sixth. The past twenty-five years, Cain can hear through the demon telepathy of Azazel mission to resurrect Lucifer. Just two years ago, Azazel opened the Devil's Gate freeing Lilith, the seven deadly sins, and others. Although all come with a price for Azazel's existence, as he was killed by Samuel Colt's gun. Cain met the Hunter once, says the Hunter was justifying man at the time, and agreed there are things in the supernatural that need to be tamed. But if I dare see the Colt I better run, there are only five things that gun can't kill and demons, and those of demon blood is none of the exceptions.
"What now?" I asked.
"We continue what we have been doing," Cain answered. "We don't participate in these games."
"But-"
"I will never let Lucifer lay a hand on you."
Abaddon words linger in my head. How the Devil would be pleased to have a Cambion in his army. The Antichrist and the Dame of Hell by his side defeat the heavenly host while he kills his brother Michael.
The Apocalypse, it has already begun...
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Over the years, Cain had kept me trained with the new enhancement. I learned more about defense than attack. How to detect a vessel is still alive to exorcise the demon out to save the soul. The value of life is held deeply in this family—Colette's moral compass. As time went on, there was no encounter with a demon. No meeting with angels either. No four horseman and no Lucifer. By the time the battle has begun for every demon and angel could sense it, it was done within the hour and no victor. Cain would listen carefully to the demonic radio and hear that Dean Winchester and his brother Sam had locked the Devil and the Archangel Michael back in the cage. A blessing and a curse.
Cain was relieved, going back to his beekeeping. My mind wondered how the world would be if there were a victor. I've seen possibilities with Cain's description of the post-Apocalypse if Lucifer had won, the Croatoan virus consuming humanity, ruins, and so much more like Sodom and Gomorrah. But what if Michael won, there be a decrease of humanity a terrible sacrifice, but would there be ruins, would humankind have to start over again.
Sighing, I gave up and focused on beekeeping, knowing deep down there be no possible answer. Only to be thankful that the number of deaths was limited than the high expectation.
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