#uncle cain

Despite the clicking of wooden wheels and other various toys across the creaky floorboards, Wrath's attention was locked on its hand. The pain from a near week and a half ago was finally disappearing, it could move its hand fine now without a burning sensation spreading from its starting point all the way up its arm, even sometimes settling right in the middle of its chest. While beyond grateful for it feeling better, though a scar marked forever reminding it, Lucias couldn't deter its fascination in it.

Even when with its father, forced to preform horrendous battles even some residents of Hell turned away from, it never suffered such an injury, and it certainly never lasted as long as this had. It's hand raised a little barely letting its fingers brush the scar, sucking in its breath and holding it, as though anticipating more pain from the simple action. It's ears perked immediately hearing the sound of someone coming closer, not footsteps it noted. It's head snapped up startling but in just enough time to see Nyx, or Gluttony, there watching Lucias with a little tilt of her head.

"It huwt?" she asked, brows furrowed gently in concern.

Lucias blinked, still growing accustomed to concern and care for its well-being, after the surprise wore down, it shook its head, "N-no... no, it doesn't hurt," it assured, before quickly opting for a subject change, not wanting the youngest child to be worried, "what're you playing?"

"What are," Cain corrected, voice distracted by the flipping of his page, then a pause glancing to Lucias, the red-haired male hesitates then holds his hand out to the child, "you were messing with it. Surely you aren't lying now? Does it still hurt?"

Lucias hesitates a moment, watching Cain's outstretched hand, almost expecting him to lose patience and simply snatch the appendage but when it doesn't happen quite that way, it can see the growing irritation on the oldest family member's expression though, it places it in his hand allowing Cain to finally survey the still healing injury. As he does, Lucias finally offers a verbal answer.

"No Uncle Cain," it murmurs, voice just barely loud enough to be heard, it's gaze cautiously locked on Cain and his small movements with its hand.

Cain eventually hums and releases the child's hand in favor of stroking Nyx's hair a bit as if silent praise for being so considerate. His gaze quickly finds Lucias though, eyes narrowed, "That was very foolish and very dangerous of you, you know. There could've been much worse consequences than that. You best never pull a stunt like that again. Most don't make it back when they make that mistake," he scolds again. It's the same warning Lucias has heard anytime its scar had been looked at.

Lucias's eyes drift back down to the scar, intrest piqued once more, especially as it fully starts to consider Cain's words.

"Why doesn't anyone come back from making that mistake?"

Cain pauses then grins, canines glittering almost mischievously, humming, "How about a story time to answer that riveting question?" Nyx squeals in excitement, prompting Cain to lift her up and sit her on one knee, then arch a brow towards Lucias. The child considers a moment before crawling closer to Cain, simply propping its chin up on his knee. Cain seems satisfied with this compromise, leaning back into his chair as the fire crackles to fill the anticipation, suddenly seeming louder than it was before.

"This story begins long ago... back when the world was just created," he waves his hand in a sideways motion, suddenly the brief description comes to life in a little tear like portal of sorts, a power Cain and Abel only seemed to reserve for the, now three, children of the house.

The view is a picturesque of a land that seems partly wooded and partly desert, "God had already created man and woman," he hummed as the two beings appeared. The man was blonde, tall, strapping nude in all but a bushings wrapped around his waist, and next to him a female with long, curly black hair, also covered only by leaves around her waist, hiding her breast in her arms.

"Together they created the first children of the Earth, naturally. The firstborn was a very handsome young man who tended to the grounds of this new world," he hummed, a third figure appearing that bore striking resemblance to Cain, if he looked younger, red hair curled perfectly around his face yet the top still sticking in to almost as if form two horns, no longer were they just clothed by leaves, now wearing some cloth though it was obvious that it wasn't necessarily tailored as Cain liked to wear now.

Nyx giggled excitedly, pointing to him, "Look! Look like you D- Uncle!" she corrected, though the mistake didn't deter her excitement in the notion.

Cain chuckled then nodded, rubbing her back, "Excellent job darling, and yes, he does. See, it is me," he hummed, smug smile pulling at the corner of his lips, "I am the firstborn son of man," he hummed, but the self satisfaction doesn't last long as he sighed, "but the peace couldn't last as they soon had a second son, that blundering, brain dead dolt, Abel."

Sure enough the forth figure appears, a younger looking Abel. While still wide in stature and gap toothed, hair still black like the first woman's yet styled to look merely more frizzy despite attempting to look combed back, "That spineless ninny herded sheep, something we honestly could've had a dog do twelve times better, but I digress... we were to present our offerings to the lands creator. Whereas I offered vegetables and fruits that I grew by hand, mind you, Abel--the little suck-up-- gave his best sheep as a sacrifice."

As he explained, the visual story telling followed dutifully along, showing now Cain and Abel across from each other. On some stone slab in front of Cain were vibrant fruits and vegetables where Abel's table like item, not too far away from his older brother's, laid a slain lamb limply laying out as if it were only sleeping.

"The creator, however, liked that buttdumpling, oversized jelly gutted moron's sacrifice more..." all three could sense Cain's anger rising at the still bitter jealousy, Nyx frowned in worry, leaning closer to him nervously. Cain paused a moment then chuckled darkly, resuming his soothing stroking of the little girl's back, as well as sparing a hand to pet Lucias's black and white hair, minding it's horns. While the storyteller kept silent, the image continued to play like a movie, depicting Cain eventually bashing Abel's head in with a rock, the very first murder of fellow man.

Cain's smile had returned through this, though there was an eerily dark vibe practically radiating off his expression, one that didn't put either child to ease, Nyx even hiding herself in Cain's chest with a small whimper about halfway through the beating. Cain hummed softly, "Surprisingly, it didn't take long for everyone to notice the pathetic, spastic cretin I call a brother, went missing. The creator approached me," he gently tapped Nyx's back to assure the little girl that the gore was over, as the pictured scene changed to a masdive light comimg over younger Cain, "and asked, 'Where is thy brother, Abel?'... to which I responded, 'I don't know, am I my brother's keeper?'" he hummed gently.

""Your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground' the creator insisted, he banished me, dooming me to forever wander the Earth..." Cain finished moving hid hand to cause the pictures and what was projecting them to disappear, "but not before giving me this," he pushed his bangs up revealing a perfect circle marked on his forehead.

Both kids looked up at it in awe, "What does it do?" Lucias uttered almost in a whisper. Cain gave some scoffing noise before letting his hair flop back down.

"Makes me invincible. Well, practically. See, for my deed, the creator wanted me to suffer, likely with guilt or something nonsensical like that... letting some buffoons kill me off was far too kind... so this mark makes it that no one can so much as hurt me, lest they suffer sevenfold.. I've seen people die for disobeying it, meet the angel of Heaven's wrath for it.... what you suffered, my child, is no more than a love mark," he scoffed, "but we're not going to have a repeat, yes? We're going to be well-behaved children, and not raise our hands to Uncle Cain... I dread to imagine how that would go down.. the wrath of Heaven meeting the wrath of Hell..." he shook his head to clear the idea.

Lucias's eyes traveled back down to its scar, pausing before a meek smile pulled at his mouth, tugging it upwards, uttering after a moment, "So... we kinda have that in common, Uncle Cain? Your mark and my mark, as a reminder?"

Cain opened his mouth to protest but quickly found the notion right, even if loosely so. He couldn't help but chuckle and nod, "Yes... yes I suppose so, my child," he hummed, "bah, you've distracted me from my book. How about another story, hm? Have I told you about the reanimated zombie with a mysterious pact to the Elder God?"