Daughter of Cain
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Chapter 4: Grandma?
Vivian's POV
I was painting the landscape outside of the house. Cain was doing his winter chores on the farm. It was a beautiful winter, snow on the ground, the air crisp—just a lovely winter scenery. Time went on until I noticed somebody walking onto the property. A young woman was wearing a white summer dress and barefoot. She had long brown hair, fair skin, and probably in her early twenties.
She stopped at the porch looking at me with her grey eyes. But gazing past the vessel's mask, I could see two sets of faces, a mauled face with white eyes that of a wraith, and beautiful woman with regret, she had some on Cain's resemblances. Her expression was at all as she stared at me.
"And I thought my first set of children died out," she said. "You look so much like my son."
"Daddy, we got company!" I called.
Cain came out and stopped in shock in seeing the woman. Never in my life have I seen Cain so bewildered, especially towards a woman. Even with Abaddon, he was cautious, never scared. He inhales a deep breath, walking over to the woman who smiled. At first, I thought he was going to attack the woman. Instead, he hugged her.
"Cain," She breathed in relief.
"Hello, Mother," He replied.
"Mother?" Was my response
Cain pulled back, leading the young woman into the pouch. "Vivian, I want you to meet your grandmother, Eve."
"Grandmother?" I whispered in shock.
Eve chuckled, "We have a lot to talk about. Shall we?"
Cain nodded, leading us inside. He leads her to the living room while Cain went to the kitchen to fetch some hot beverages. I stared at Eve, having a hard time to believe this woman was my grandmother. Wasn't she supposed to be in Purgatory or dead while being there? Ten minutes later, Cain returned with a tray of hot tea, though he gave Eve hot water with lemon and honey.
"You've remembered," She murmured taking a sip
"It was your reward on our milestones. Father would seek the finest lemon while Abel and I search the beehives."
"Your father did so much to save me from Lucifer's temptations," Eve sighed. "Even though I knew my mistakes, God wanted me to do the right to redeem myself. But yet, God failed his children."
"Mother," Cain warned.
"God doesn't care about us." Eve continued. "He made us and then abandoned us. So, the humans pray. They see signs where there's nothing. But the truth is...the Apocalypse came and went, and the humans didn't even notice. A mother would never abandon her children as he did."
"What happened to you?" I asked.
Eve took another sip of her drink, "God thought of me as a sinner, an animal. But being the first mother, he made me redeem myself to be Mother of All. In Purgatory, I created the first of every monster that lived the earth. To create a balance between man and beast, though God created the animals. Once my children were born, they went back to the earth and populated like any other being. It broke my heart when my descendants return, suffering to seek redemption in Purgatory to realize their wrongs and die for salvation."
"How did you get out?" Cain asked.
"By my children, dragons." She answered.
"Dragons," I asked, baffled.
Cain shook his head, assuming he had his excellent encounter with them during specific time periods. Wait, Cain said he and the Knights of Hell wipe them off to extinction. Cain told me stories of his hunting. As the Princes of Hell gave the command to kill out some species that were a threat to Hell.
"So, I dusted off some of the old classics. I needed help," Eve defended.
"With what?" Cain asked.
"The natural order," Eve answered. "My children turn a few humans; hunters hunted a few of them. I was happy."
"What changed?" I asked.
"Your cousins, no thanks to the Winchesters and other hunters, were starting to get kidnapped and tortured, even my firstborns. I was pushed into this. After all, a mother defends her children."
"So, you are not here for us," Cain sighed with disappointment.
Eve leaned forward, taking his hand. "I thought you were dead, my son. My firstborn child. That you died of a happy life with a wife, having children, and a bloodline of your own. But when I got a hold of a demon, I've learned you were changed into one but stronger. I tracked you down to see if this was true. And here we are, Cain, even with the devil's deviant deal you have redeemed yourself, lived off the land, produced a beautiful daughter, and a bloodline of more. Her mortal vessel and inner soul are beautiful than ever."
"Um...thank you," I said, rubbing my neck.
"Still, are you in need of help?" Cain asked.
"No, I only came to see you and repair the bridges that God tore down," Eve assured. "I'll deal with the demons. You are not."
"But you seek answers," He countered.
"Indeed, the demon I captured was a baby. " She confirmed. "I do not ask for you to fight, only to give knowledge."
Cain nodded as he leaned back, staring at Eve, evaluating the situation. After a few minutes of thinking, he told Eve what he knows of the years of creation. He said her the new King of Hell was a Crossroads Demon name, Crowley, that he is the one who is collecting monsters and torturing them.
"Why does he want my children?" She asked.
"He is after their souls," Cain said. "An immortal human soul is everlasting, but a monster soul is both everlasting and has a kick, much stronger because it connects to you the first female. Monster souls are a nuclear reactor, one that can basically power a city. That is what I'm hearing. There is a war among the angels with the Archangels Lucifer and Michael in the cage, in deciding if the Apocalypse should come back or not. Raphael wants what is set in stone while an angel name Castiel wants freedom will and fighting for men. "
"Now it all makes sense. One of the two is working with this Crowley and making a war machine." She concluded. "Save the mortal soul and go after my children."
"Possibly," he guessed.
"Thank you, my son." She murmured and finished her drink
"Are you going to stay for a while?" I asked.
Eve gave a soft smile, "If your father allows it."
Cain merely nodded. He excused himself and left towards the kitchen, leaving me with Eve. She stared at me with loving eyes—one a woman who long to see a child of theirs and their grandchildren. Then again, Cain said Eve was taken when he was only a child.
"So, you are the Mother of All," I asked.
"Well, not all, only the security of man and beast, God created the rest." She said. "How old are you?"
"I'm 147 years old," I answered.
"And your mother?" She asked.
"She died...when I was born, killed by a demon name Abaddon," I answered. I got up and went to the mantel to grab the portrait of her and sat down next to Eve. She carefully held the tin photo. "Her name was Colette, she was human, though Father said she had a heart of gold, forgiving those who did wrong as long as they try to be a better person."
"I see where the looks come from," Eve murmured.
I nodded, with a bit of blush.
Eve set the picture aside and started talking about the past. She told me about Adam, the garden of Eden, how Cain grew up along with Abel. She even said to me about Purgatory, the natural order of survival of the fittest. Although, out of the beast she created, there was one that God made called the leviathans. In Purgatory she had to tame the leviathan, except they were too hungry, to wild to tame. She gave me a hint in case a leviathan ever dares escaped the realm. When dinner came, we sat down, eating food almost to what they had back then, kosher. Eve appreciated for she commented on how humans rely more on greasy food.
Once dinner was made, Eve stood up to take leave. She hugged Cain and then me.
"I'm so proud of you, Cain, you have defied the odds," She murmured. "I will see you once the order is set."
"Thank you, Mother," he said.
She looked at me, "Stay strong."
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Sadly, Cain got word that Eve was dead several months later. We mourned for her, as he remained quiet to himself for a week. Although, he learned that Eve was pressured to take matters into her own hand. She intended to go after Crowley, and protecting her children, and keep to the natural order. However, her intentions changed, turning humans into monsters, so all the souls become hers and not the angels or Crowley. Cain did not approve, but he mourned for the mother he once had. His Mother Eve, the wife of Adam, not the Mother of All.
I was sad, for I genuinely wanted to know how she died and what indeed happened instead of the Demon radio Cain hears from. But we only get one side of the same coin. I wished warping reality could bring the dead back. Even if I did, Cain believes it would be a living vessel without a soul or something worse. Therefore, I used my memory to paint a portrait of Eve, not the vessel she used or her purgatory form, but the woman who was Cain's mother.
When I finished, Cain came over and hugged me.
"Thank you, dear." He murmured.
"You're welcome," I replied.
The portrait was Eve's heart-shaped face with a warm, compassionate expression, billows of soft caramel hair, delicate eyebrows, and a small, slender figure that was less angular and more rounded from bearing children. She wore a dress that suited during creation, not the famous leaves like the most interpretations of her. This portrait was Eve, not the Mother of All, but the Mother of Cain and Abel, the woman who was tricked by the serpent and valued the family she once had.
I thought we should have a small family reunion before continuing the main story.
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