Daughter of Cain
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Chapter 5: First Born
Vivian's POV
December 2013
I finished my last round of selling honey to the local food market. It was an excellent business deal in winter. It was coming, and the bees would either be off to a warmer climate or hibernate. Cain was dealing with the last rounds to ensure the nest was secured when snow does finally snow. He truly loves beekeeping. Consider bees deserve more respect with humans. There are times I agreed, remembering living in Europe and witness World War One, notably encountering German members who called themselves the Thule. They tried to steal an artifact that was in Cain's possession; however, he destroyed the item before their very eyes. Some artifacts are not meant to be collected, in a museum, or used for their magical capabilities. Some are just meant to be destroyed.
Anyway, I got the payments and bought some fresh milk before getting in the truck and driving back on the farm. Although, as I drive, I sensed a demonic presence in town. A crossroad demon, except a bit a stronger. Probably a high-ranking businessman or woman. Better be home than crossing paths with one. It was rare to encounter a demon here, sure a couple of monsters, but demons...barely. They usually cross through traveling. Let alone the recent turn of events where the Angels have fallen from the sky. So...it's crucial that we stay clear of other supernatural beings.
I pulled into the driveway on the farm and parked next to the shed. I secured the bag and got out of the truck but stop when seeing a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Wow, I've haven't seen one of those since the seventies. But wait, why was this Impala pulling into our property? Cain and I barely made friends, acquaintances yes, but no personal friends and we know the townsfolks cars during the roadshow to know who owns what.
The Impala parked as two men came out. One was human, and another was a demon. The Demon was dressed in all black suit and coat; he was a bit rounded with fine short brown hair and slight scruff. He was the crossroad demon I've been sensing. Gazing passed his vessel and saw his pure human companion didn't appear to be possessed. He seemed to be in his early thirties, tall and broad shoulder, quite fit actually. He had strong jawline with a hint of scruffs, short brown hair sticking up at the tip of his forehead, and dark green eyes. Gotta say, handsome stud, however sensing he was no ordinary human. A hunter, with lots of deaths in his pockets.
They didn't appear to notice me in their conversation, though the demon grabbed the hunter, stopping him. He could sense it. The ward and Cain's aura along with my own. His skin was much paler than a second go. Enhancing my hearing, I watched them. The demon looked at the bee farm spotting Cain tending his hives.
"Oh, no. We need to leave here now," The demon quivered.
"What, are you allergic to bees?" the hunter asked.
"That's not a beekeeper. That's the Father of Murder," he whispered.
"Sorry. Who?" the hunter asked
"It's Cain," Demon forced out.
The human paused, looking at the beekeeper and then his demon friends in shock, "As in Cain and Abel?"
"Dean. We need to be a world away from here - from him." The demon turned to leave.
However, Cain teleported behind the unwanted guest.
Cain removed the netting, "You're not going anywhere. Crowley."
The demon stumbled back while the hunter watched. Cain looked over their shoulders, facing me, "You can come out, Vivian, mind setting up the kettle for our guest."
They stared confused until I exited the truck. Both eyes were surprised to see me.
"Oh no," the demon name Crowley whispers. "The Dame of Hell."
"I assure you, my daughter is no Dame of Hell," Cain said, having a good hold of the two and forced them inside.
"Daughter?" the human replied. "Is there anything I should know, Crowley?"
I held back a chuckle and opened the door to let the men in. Once inside, I went into the kitchen to set the kettle up. Cain set a spell trapping Crowley, as he went to the mudroom to change out of his beekeeper gear. Before he changed, he informed me that our guest was the current King of Hell, Crowley, and the hunter Dean Winchester. I nodded, remembering myself to control any past anger on Eve's death. Grandma had it coming when she changed her plan. As Cain went to change; I kept an ear open for our guests to make sure they weren't planning anything harmful in the living room.
"Why don't you just zap out of here?" Dean whispered.
"I'd never leave my domestic partner in crime." Crowley countered.
Dean snorted, "Yeah, like your heart grew three sizes. You can't zap out of here, can you?"
"Cain's doing something to me." Crowley sighed.
"Well, it's not your day for getaways, is it? All right, so, tell me about this Cain." Dean ordered softly, moving around in the den.
"Well, after Cain killed Abel, he became a demon." Crowley started.
"What do you mean became a demon?" Dean asked, surprised.
"I mean, he became the deadliest demon to walk the face of the earth. Killed thousands. The best at being the worst. And then he just... Disappeared. Everyone thought he was dead or, at least, hoped he was." Crowley explained.
"And the girl?" Dean asked. "You called her the Dame of Hell?"
"She's a Cambion, probably stronger than the antichrist. The last anyone saw her was in the roaring twenties. Trapped Abaddon in a Convent."
And in a nun's vessel might I add, I thought.
Cain helped me set the tea set, and we entered the den, as I set the tray on the coffee table.
"Do either of you keep bees?" Cain asked that it made the King of Hell coward deeper into the couch. Cain sat down in his favorite chair. "It's very relaxing. They're such noble creatures. And the honey? Well, I keep it right on the comb."
I pulled myself a chair out of thin air by warping reality and sat down. The two guest eyes widen. I smiled softly as I poured Cain his cup of tea how liked it, and another too Crowley, who accepted the cup with shaken hands, causing the teacup to rattle aggressively.
"There you are," I murmured with a smile, and handed Dean his own.
"Thank you, Vivian," Cain said, taking a sip before continuing his talk about Bees. "They're dying, you know. Without bees, mankind will cease to exist. So, what are the King of Hell and a Winchester doing at my house?"
Straight down to business, I thought.
Dean took a seat next to Crowley, "You know who we are?"
"I'm retired. I'm not dead." Cain replied with a bit of sarcasm." What I don't know is why you're looking for me - more importantly, how you found me."
"Ah, that's, uh, a funny story, really," Crowley said, extremely nervous. " Bit of a misunderstanding. We really should -"
Cain motioned with his hand, shushing him, and the demon was rendered speechless. Internally I chuckled at the shock expression as the Crossroads Demon tried to speak. No matter of his rank, a Hell Knight as more power over a Crossroads Demon.
Dean was impressed, "Oh, you gotta teach me how to do that."
"Why are you here, Dean?" Cain asked, with much authority.
"We're looking for the weapon the archangels used to kill the Knights of Hell," Dean answered, setting his cup down while looking Cain in the eyes being serious. " The First Blade. We need it to kill a Knight of Hell - Abaddon."
Cain absentmindedly moved a ring on his left ring finger. Mentioning Abaddon would bring back that horrible night 150 years ago. We knew a few decades ago that Abaddon Nun's vessel would no longer suffice since 1958. Still, with our wards and my Cambion abilities, it would be impossible for her to track us. We were cautious when she vanished in that same year and appeared in early 2013, but we kept our guards up and ready.
Dean continued to speak, "Look, I get it. You're retired. We're not here to get between
you and the demonic AARP, but it's bad out there, and I'm just looking to even the odds."
Cain was still in deep thought, so I spoke.
"How did you find us?" I asked. " I and the warding spell should have made it impossible for any beings to track."
Dean turned his head facing me, "We didn't. The location spell was for the blade. One-time deal."
The only ingredient to break through the ward with a locator spell was Kraken essences, potent and exotically rare.
"Anyone else knows you're here?" Cain asked.
Dean looked at him, answering, "No."
Cain went back to his tea and finished the brew. Afterward, he stood up, trying to keep a positive atmosphere. "Well, it's been a pleasure having company, but once a century is enough for me. You can let yourselves out."
He escorted the men to the front door while I collected the dishes.
"Hey, listen, pal. We're not leaving here without the Blade." Dean said, as he stood up walking over to Cain.
Cain stopped and faced the Winchester, "You have quite a reputation, Dean. I see the part about you being brave rings true."
"Well, what can I say? I'm an all-in kind of guy." Dean replied. "Abaddon is the last Knight of Hell, and if you're out of the game, what the hell do you care if she dies?"
Cain pointed a Crowley, " If your friend here could talk, he would tell you that I trained the Knights of Hell. I built that entire demonic order with my own hands - Abaddon included."
This seemed to surprise the hunter, turning indignantly on Crowley. "Well, that is information I could have used five minutes ago!"
Crowley gasped in explanation, still unable to talk.
"Well, here's something your friend doesn't know, that no one knows, in fact - outside of Abaddon." Cain warned." It wasn't the archangels that slaughtered the knights. It was me."
"Why did you turn on your own?" Dean asked.
"Once again, I admire your bravery. But if you'll excuse me, I have errands to run in town." He said, turning to leave. "Goodbye, Dean Winchester... Never return."
With that said, the two men left the house. I walked over to the window, enhancing my hearing to hear their conversation. Knowing from the Demon Radio, these two were stubborn as an Ass. Better be sure they left the property with no intention of coming back. They made their way to the Impala.
"Well, that was lovely. Can we leave the country now?" Crowley asked.
"But you said the First Blade was our only shot at killing Abaddon," Dean replied. "This is the closest you've been to it. We're not leaving."
The Demon King sighed, reaching the passenger door, "Will you listen to reason for once?"
"Hey." Dean snapped quietly. "He said he was going into town. Awesome. We wait till he's gone, come back, bust in, take what's ours. Got it?"
Afterward, they got into the vehicle and left.
"They're planning on comin' back, Daddy," I announced as Cain got his jacket.
"One-part brave and two-part stupid." He replied. "If only they knew."
"Gotta say, he is handsome," I murmured.
"Easy dear, it's not the sixties, seventies, or eighties." Cain chuckled.
What can I say, I'm a woman with needs? Cain understands it was part of human nature. Even though he is content with being celibate, he allows me to enjoy the pleasures of life...as long as I use protection. I may protect myself from being pregnant with my abilities, but STDs...those are medically required. And with a cambion, an annoyance and takes some time to heal. I remember getting infected with the clap, itched for a month for my body to cure itself. And that was the sixties. Ceftriaxone wasn't even invented yet.
"Still, coming back will be a mistake," he said.
A hundred and fifty years ago, when I barely a year old, he took the First Blade and tossed it in the deepest part of the ocean to prevent his urge of killing. But there was more, Cain still has the mark, when I was conceived. Although I do not bear the mark, there was a possibility the blade would have the same effect on me as it does towards my father. We vow to never to kill a human being a vessel or not. A promise we must keep
"Guard the fortress," Cain said. "If they do come back, you know what to do."
I nodded.
He kissed the top of my head and headed out in his truck.
.o0o.
Barely an hour when the Impala showed up in the driveway. Quickly I teleported to the stairway watching them with Clear view, yet they were unable to see me. Crowley was definitely in fear; each step shook on the old wood floor. Dean seemed a bit calm, yet his heart rate speeds up by a few extra beats.
"This is by far the dumbest idea you've 'ever' had," Crowley whispered.
"Yeah, well, it's early," Dean whispered back.
Crowley peeked in the front room and backed away. "Oh, there's nothing here. Shame. Let's go."
"Hey!" Dean snapped loudly, then dropped his voice. "Sack up and start looking, okay? We don't have that much time."
Dean looked around the living room until reaching the fireplace noticing the portrait on the mantle. He picked it up, having a better inspection of the old picture of Colette. I inhaled sharply, hoping he doesn't do anything to that photo. It was the only copy we had of Colette. I will definitely kill him if he dares tears it. An epiphany crossed his face, realizing something in the photo.
Crowley came back in, "Nothing. Not even porn."
"Think I figured out why he went off the reservation so many years ago," Dean said, showing the picture to the demon.
The demon took hold in the frame, "Lovely. Little plain. Who is she?"
I growled. How dare he call Ma plain.
"Cain had a similar ring on," Dean said. "Father of Murder got hitched."
I teleported and blasted Crowley onto the couch pinning him to there and kicked Dean in the abdomen, into the diaphragm cutting off the air. He stumbled back, before pulling out a knife. I smirked, as he slashed forward, but stepping sideways, I took hold of his wrist of the blade, pushing it aside and punched his open space hard in the chest.
"Son of a bitch," he cried out.
"Last I check, I'm a girl," I countered getting into a stance.
Quickly I set the picture down and fought Dean,
He calculated until hearing all of the doors lock. I smirked, Cain's home and not pleased. I let go of Crowley from my hold. As the two rushed towards the front door. Only to find it solidly locked. Panicked they went to the back of the kitchen, just to see Cain standing there with a bag of groceries. He scowled when seeing Crowley holding the picture.
"That belongs to me," He said, motioning for the picture.
"Sorry," Crowley said, handing over the picture with shaken hand. "Gorgeous, by the way."
There was a change in the ward. Headlights flashed from the driveway along with the presence of more demons. Dean walked over to the window and draw back the curtains. He frowns, " I don't suppose they're with you."
Cain and I came over to get a better look, "No."
The demon who had half his face bloody called out from the Jeep, "I guess we can't wait any longer. Your friend Tara was very helpful! Got downright chatty... After I peeled all her skin off. We don't want any trouble, Cain. Just want the so-called King and the Winchester. I got a new master to impress, and I'm betting bagging those two will do just that."
Dean turned to Crowley, "Master?"
"Abaddon," Crowley answered. "This lot all need to die. I count -"
Dean looked at us, "Too many. The whammy you put on the doors that keeps us in. Will it keep them out?"
"For now," Cain answered.
"I'm gonna barricade the entrances. Get ready for a fight," Dean instructed, moving the bookshelf towards the front door.
"Well, good luck with that," Cain said, handing me the groceries. "Mind shucking the corn, dear."
I nodded, taking the groceries into the kitchen.
This baffled the hunter, "What?"
"You exposed my home," Cain explained as he took his coat off and joined me in the kitchen.
"You exposed my daughter and me."
"Well, boo-hoo!" Dean followed.
"Brave, but impulsive," Cain commented. "You truly have lived up to your reputation."
"I can't say you've lived up to yours," Dean countered.
"What can I say? I'm retired. If you survive, you're welcome to join us for the last meal we will eat in this house before we disappear again. It's the least I can do." Cain offered as he sat down at the table.
Dean and Crowley exchanged looks before they started barricading the doors with the bookshelves and heavy furniture. I frowned; I recently re-purpose the floors. We continue to cook, as Cain season the meat while I started cutting the vegetables. Cain spoke in French, suggesting we head back to Europe, away from the madness. I agreed, it's been over seventy years since I last step foot in Europe.
Dean moved the fridge block the kitchen door, "All right, I got this. You take the front."
Crowley rushed to the living room; closing the French doors behind him. Cain sat down next to me at the table and started to pull the husk off the corn.
Dean came over bitterly, "So, this is your play?! Corn?! What am I not getting here? I mean, it's not like you're a coward."
"Since when does the great Dean Winchester ask for help?" Cain challenged with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, that doesn't sound like the man I've read about on demon bathroom walls. Maybe you've lost a step. Let's find out."
With a snap of his finger, the door and fridge threw opened letting the demon with a bloody face and a female in. They stumbled surprised, as Cain snapped his fingers again and the door slammed shut in front of the others outside, locking it. The looked at Cain and me with caution, knowing our reputation.
"Oh, don't mind us," Cain said, and motion towards Dean. "Enjoy yourself."
"Much obliged," The bloody face demon replied, tilting his cap.
Dean pulled out the demon knife from his jacket. Suddenly a third demon crashes through the glass door behind him. Dean flinches as the glass spayed his back. He turned to face the third guest, swinging the knife at him, but the third demon ducked and punched Dean in the stomach. The hunter took in a kick, but the third demons launch forward sending them flying across the table, which Cain gracelessly yanked my chair just in time before they got onto the other side with the bloody face and female demon.
We watch the whole thing while shucking corn. Bloody face demon took a swing at Dean, but he grabbed the demon's hand and pulled it over his shoulder, and stabbed him in the gut. The bloody face demon tensed, as his eyes, mouth, and veins glowed being obliviated from the inside. The hunter shoved the deceased, going after the demoness. However, the third demon kicked him in the back of Dean's left knee, causing it to buckle. Both demons grabbed Dean's arms and flipped onto the table. The demoness takes the demon knife out of the hunter's hand. Dean struggled to get the upper hand; he looked at us, silently saying 'help.'
"Doing great," Cain said with a grinned.
"Better than I expected," I added.
Dean glared at us, pulling his right leg back far enough to kick the demoness into the far wall. He exchanged a few punches with the third demon, before kicking him against the counter. He faced the demoness who held the knife. Dean snatched a yellow dish rag manipulating it into a shield. She lunges at him with a swing of the knife, yet he dodges, wrapping the towel around her neck. Then whips her into the fridge and shoves her into the china cabinet. I scowled, watching the china shattered by the impact and floor.
"Don't worry. We'll buy a new set," Cain assured.
I nodded, just in time for the third demon to pick himself up. Dean turned around and threw a pot at him, along with a kickback into the counter. The demon tried to get up again, grabbing a kitchen knife. Meanwhile, Dean grabbed hold of the demoness, taking back his blade and stabbed her, killing the demon inside the vessel.
"Impressive could have been a navy seal," I commented.
"Indeed, though Crowley seems a bit lonely," Cain added, snapping his finger and let one demon inside.
We could barely see what was going on. But we did manage to hear from the Crossroad demon said with annoyance, "Really? Isn't it past your bedtime?" Must be a freshly made demon. I couldn't help but chuckle.
The demon tossed Dean into the china cabinet. Cain got off, offering me a beer. I kindly declined and requested for some Pop. Cain nodded and went to fetch some refreshments. Back to the fight, the demon grabbed hold of Dean and shoves him across the room. Cain gave me the bottle of orange cream; I thanked him for taking a sip of the drink. We watched the two men exchange violent punches until the hunter got enough leverage to slam the demon onto the table.
Immediately, he stabbed the demon in the neck, killing it. Dean looked up at us triumphantly and pulled the knife out and pushes the vessel off the table.
"What? Was that some kind of a test?" Dean panted.
Cain took a sip of his beer, "I felt connected to you right from the beginning. Kindred spirits, if you will. You and I are very much alike."
"Right." Dean panted. "Yeah, except I didn't kill my brother."
"You saved yours," I spoke. "Why?"
"Because you never give up on family - ever," Dean growled.
"Where's your brother now, then?" I asked. "I thought the Winchesters stick together like two peas in a pod."
Dean made a face, "I don't know what kind of game you two are playing here, and I don't care. Just give me the damn blade."
Cain set his beer down and stood up, "Sorry, Dean. I have nothing to hand over."
"What?" the hunter snapped
I got up and put the corn in the water.
"I no longer have the blade. It's gone." Cain explained.
We decided to go into the living room where the Demon King was. Dean not happy announced the blade was gone. Not here. The demon who was by the window got furious marching over,
"Gone? What do you mean, gone? How? The spell brought us here to you, so it has to be here."
"Your spell brought you to the source of the Blade's power. Me." Cain said. He pulled up his right sleeve to reveal the mark that was branded into his forearm. Crowley shrank back and made the sign of a cross over his head like he was Catholic or something.
"Really? Now?" Dean said Crowley in disbelief.
"It's the bloody mark of Cain," Crowley whispered.
Dad rubbed the mark, "From Lucifer himself. The mark and the blade work together. Without the mark, the blade is useless. It's just an old bone."
"A bone?" Crowley asked.
"The jawbone of an ass," I stated. "The one that killed Abel-"
"Because he was God's favorite," Dean interrupted.
Cain and I gave him a look, as he explained the actual story instead of what the bible foretold. "Abel wasn't talking to God. He was talking to Lucifer. Lucifer was gonna make my brother into his pet. I couldn't bear to watch him be corrupted, so I offered a deal - Abel's soul in heaven for my soul in hell. Lucifer accepted... As long as I was the one who sent Abel to heaven. So, I killed him. Became a Soldier of Hell - a knight."
"And Lucifer ordered you to make more," Dean added.
"My knights and I, we did horrible things - for centuries. Bringers of chaos and darkness." Cain sighed.
"Then you met Colette." Dean murmured.
Cain paused, heaving a deep breath, "She knew who I was... and what I was. She loved me unconditionally. She forgave me. She only asked for one thing."
"To stop," Crowley concluded.
"When the knights found out, they took retribution. They took Colette while she was in labor, so I picked the First Blade back up, and it felt so good to have it in my hands again, and I slaughtered the Knights of Hell." Cain said, as the Hell Knight within started showing itself.
Immediately I took his hand to calm his nerves.
"Not all of them," Dean said.
"No, " Cain sneered telling what happened that night. How Abaddon possessed Colette's body and tortured her, b breaking every vital bone in her body. How Cain was stuck between saving his daughter or saving his wife. In a moment of rage, he lost control and stabbed Colette with the first blade, and how the promised was set.
Dean was shocked as he stared at me. There was something in his green eyes that read he could relate. A hint of compassion. Why would he hold sympathy? He then focused on Cain:
"Well, I'm sorry - truly. But I have to stop Abaddon. So, where is the Blade?"
"No." He said, walking away.
Dean went after him, "Hey! Listen, you son of a bitch. You may be done the killing, but I'm not."
Cain turned and grasped the demon knife out of Dean's hand and plunged it into his own heart. My eyes widen from the stunt, but I knew the blade wouldn't kill him.
"You never give up on anything, do you?" Cain murmured.
"Never," Dean replied.
Cain pulled the knife out of his chest, there was no blood on it, "Well, I do."
In a blink, he vanished.
Dean shouted for Cain. There was more noise coming from outside. Dean and Crowley rushed to the window and pulled back the curtain and spotted more demons on the property.
"Well, I'll stay as long as I can." Crowley murmured.
"Aren't you a peach?" Dean muttered then turned to me. "Is there a way out? A secret passage or something?"
"No, there isn't," I answered.
"You're a cambion; you could teleport us out. I've seen it before," He said.
I stopped and looked at him, surprised, "You met another cambion? Where?"
"Doesn't matter, he's long gone somewhere surfing," Dean said. " But can you teleport us, or at least me?"
I shook my head. I've never teleported a human before. The risk is too high for me to do it now.
Suddenly Cain appeared as he stared at Ma's picture.
"What the hell, man? You in or out? I'm getting head spins." Dean asked, walking over to him.
"I can give you the mark, Dean if it's what you truly want," Cain said.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"The mark can be transferred to someone who's worthy," Cain explained.
"You mean a killer like you?" Dean asked.
"Yes," Cain answered as a matter of fact.
"Can I use it to kill that bitch?"
"Yes." Cain then warned. "But you have to know with the mark comes to a great burden. Some would call it a great cost."
"Yeah, well, spare me the warning label," Dean said. " You had me at kill the bitch."
"Good luck, Dean," Cain said as they took each other's right hand for a shake. "You're gonna need it."
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Let's dance." Dean said.
Cain grabbed Dean's forearm with his as the dark power appeared. As red veins spreading from the original onto the next host, burning an identical mark on Dean. Dean groaned in pain from the transfer. I could sense it. So much darkness that no one could set free. If they only knew the truth about why the mark was made. It wasn't just to exile Cain, or connect power to the First Blade, but something worse than God and Lucifer tried to keep a secret from all throughout creation. I may not know the full story, but that mark was a key to something terrifying.
"Dean?" Crowley asked.
Dean panted, rubbing his arm, assuring his friend, "I'm fine. All right, where the hell did you stash the damn blade?"
"Nothing can destroy the Blade, so I threw it to the bottom of the deepest ocean. It's the only way I could keep my promise to Colette," Cain explained. "You find the blade, kill Abaddon, but make me a promise first. When I call you - and I 'will call - you come to find me and use the Blade on me."
"But dad, why?" I asked, scared.
"For what I'm about to do," Cain answered. "Vivian, mind your stance."
I nodded, securing my shoes and any loose article. All that training was now going to come to use as I took the necklace off, allowing my powers to the maximum. Cain grabbed Dean and Crowley by the shoulder. In a flash, they were no longer inside the building but somewhere safe. He snapped his fingers, and the demons rushed in circling us.
"Cover me," Cain said. "I kill, you cover."
"Yes, Papa," I replied.
And just like that, we fought the demons in red light.
.o0o.
The last of the demons fell to the ground purified by Cain's hands. We panted from the amount of adrenaline and exerting enough force in killing these monsters. Cain did most of the killing while I trapped those in place. But now...our haven was no longer safe. For eighty years, this was our home, now Abaddon knows about it. Cain gave me instructions to turn the bodies into figures. Using my abilities, the bodies from flesh shrink into ceramic. I went to the window and transfigure the vehicles into toy cars then teleport them to the living room.
"Pack your most valuables. We are leaving." He ordered.
I nodded, knowing he was not in the mood for conversation. So, going upstairs I grabbed my backpack and packed two sets of clothing, my items, and money. Also changing into a pair of fitted jeans, hiking boots, long sleeve shirt, and a brown leather jacket. When I came down, I grabbed Ma's picture and secured her in my back. Cain soon came in putting on an old blue trench coat he had and a bowie knife to his belt. Even held a duffle bag containing the artifacts he collected over the years.
"Got what you need?" He asked.
I nodded.
Cain nodded as he grabbed the indoor Beehive and carefully carried it outside, freeing the bees from their glass confines. He sighed, for he hasn't killed since 1863. 150 years of no killing, unless it was an animal. And eighty years in our home, my childhood home. With a flick of his wrist, the house was on fire. I bit my lip as we walked outside watching it set a blazed. Before he took my hand and we teleported out of here.
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This is from Episode 9.11 First Born.
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