"I missed this food." Cain bites down again.

Why... am I unsettled? I've never seen his demonic nature before. My hand... the scars are not natural looking. My hand it looks infected. The scars had a tint of green. I've never seen anything like it before. 

"Oh still glum?" He asks.

"Where did you get that power?" I ask.

"What fun would it be if I told you? Hmmmm?" He asks.

"I suppose you're right." I shrug.

"Excuse me? Would you like any dessert?" The waitress asks.

"I'm fine." I say.

"Check please." Cain says.

I can't even begin to describe what my shaking arm feels like. It's something ghastly. It feels like evil itself. Cain just sits there. I suppose I've been letting myself think he's not anything when he is the world's first murderer. He killed his own brother in cold blood. I've been killing for years. The check comes. Cain puts a couple gold coins. I snap my fingers, and they turn to dollars.

"Good call. I suppose everything has changed in the eons I was imprisoned." Cain says.

"You have no idea." I say.