❝ There is one thing... ❞

Cain conjured a small box in his hand, there was a bracelet inside it. Nothing fancy. Just leather and coral.

❝ He made this for me and Abel when we were children. Please, keep it. ❞

❝ For taking the time to come down here and speak with me. Your duty could have stopped at the door, like humans apparently do now. ❞

❝ Thank you, Lute. ❞

❝ Sometimes, I doubt that he fully believed that. As in, if he fully believed that, if he truly thought no one down here deserved to exist... Why would he give all of you the order to spare me? ❞

❝ After, long after. Maybe about a thousand years ago? Too long, either way. ❞

Cain just... Sighed.

❝ Pacifism isn't the same as defenselessness. ❞

❝ How long has it been? ❞ Cain's sense of time had died millenia ago.

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❝ You look like you saw a ghost. ❞

❝ I miss him more than sunlight. ❞

❝ Almost every day I got with him. The others, he reminded me of his mother. ❞

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❝ He was... A lot like you. So much like you, in fact, it was almost painful sometimes. ❞

Cain did his best to breathe in, calm down.

He tried to smile a little, even if it was only for his brother's peace of mind.

horrible realisation that you didn't know where your child was, if they were okay.

And with just one phrase, Abel had made the blood inside his brother's veins freeze in what could only be described as quiet panic.

❝ He didn’t end up 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 that I checked every day from my death to the Flood. Where else could he...? ❞ Fear.

A kind of fear Cain hadn't felt in a long time: the +

He just nodded.

So they never met, how disheartening. He had hoped... He had hoped they would have.

❝ I did. His name is Enoch. He didn’t end up down here, and so... I haven't seen him in millenia. ❞ There was sadness in his voice, much as he tried to disguise it under his matter-of-factly tone.

❝ I guess dad never bothered to tell you, did he? He never bothered to reply to any personal questions I asked. Not about you, not about my son... ❞

arguments had he had with their father in that very room? He never bothered to actually come down, preferring that holographic image... Distance.

In some ways, Cain liked that better, too. The Adam he saw in that room every so often was a stranger to him, so different from the one he remembered. +

❝ Quite a long time... A couple thousand years, maybe? It used to be a lot less structured, more similar to an envoy from time to time when Sera wanted something. Incredibly unilateral, as always. It didn't become a fully realised ordeal until the Exterminations started to happen... ❞

How many +

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example, or... God's ire. The ones I love getting ripped away from me again. Nothing too strange or unique. ❞

❝ That depends on why you are asking, Lux. ❞

"Lux" had been his affectionate nickname for the king ever since his soul landed down in Hell. The first of many arrivals.

He would reply, whatever the answer, he was just worried about him.

❝ But I would say... The tricks of my own head, for +

❝ More often than I'd like to admit. ❞

❝ Lieutenant Lute told me, ❞ Cain rest a hand on his brother's shoulder, same gesture as he did when they were kids. ❝ I know you will make good choices, brother, you always did. But it’s alright for you to be scared, Lord knows I was when Lucifer asked me to be Hell's Ambassador. ❞

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❝ Me too, I... Miss them, I miss our family. ❞ Eventually, he let go, cleaning up his face because this behaviour was completely unbecoming of a diplomat.

Well, maybe that could fly out the window for a bit too. To Hell with propriety.

❝ How are they treating you up there? Are you happy? ❞

"I forgive you."

If he had any willpower left to prevent himself from crying at being hugged, it flew put the window like a bat out of Hell.

Cain held on to his brother. To his sweet, loving brother he had missed so dearly, loved so deeply and betrayed so terribly.

Forgiven.

How could he be...?+

price for it.

fed up and destroy us all because I was never good enough, and instead I just- I-

You just wanted to calm me down and I blew up at you. ❞

Cain had been fifteen. They were just children with the weight of a world yet to be born on their shoulders... The older one broke and the younger paid the +

least because... I couldn't fight God, but I could fight my little brother...

I am sorry, Abel. I should have protected you... I was supposed to protect you and instead... I snapped, I snapped and split your head open... I was scared because I thought I was going to be the reason God would get +