Cain

I parked outside of the restaurant and watched the man sit down alone. He set his briefcase down beside him on the floor and I shook my head. How did he manage to flee us all and do so well without me knowing?

Sadness and a mix of anger filled me as I watched him pick up the menu and adjust his glasses. He ran a hand through his long dusty brown locks and I sighed. Another thing that my mother loved about him more than me.

Everyone had painted that I killed him over jealousy but no one knew the real story except for the both of us. It wasn't envy that I wasn't the favorite son that drove me to murder, it was betrayal.

The apple had revealed to me that Abel was living right under all of our noses in the underworld. I suppose it was smart of him to hide here considering Heaven wouldn't dare come here.

"A fucking lawyer," I said with a scoff. Of course, he chose the job where he sent people to their doom. Even after death, he was still a boring bastard. If our mother could see us now I don't doubt that she would compare us.

Look at your brother, he's successful and doing an honorable job while you're robbing banks. Shame on you, Cain.

I cringed as I imagined my mother's voice and I shivered as nausea ran through my body. Despite all her bitching, I loved my brother. I dealt with his faux good boy act and remained quiet until it came time for us to be judged in front of God.

We were to each bring an offering before him and Abel had fucking fruit...who the fuck offers fruit to God? I brought the biggest sheep I had. An offering...a sacrifice. When Abel saw mine in comparison to his, he claimed my offering as his.

God accepted the lamb and chastised ME for bringing fruit and I lost it. I could deal with my mother choosing him over me, but God himself? That was a different type of pain. I killed him as everyone said but I felt horrible.

I was so blinded by rage that all the love I felt for my brother disappeared momentarily. As I look back at it now, I see that it was all a part of God's stupid ass plan. He knew that I brought the lamb, he just chose me to be the bad guy since everyone already preferred Abel.

Now in every Bible, my name was forever linked to jealousy and the consequences of parents loving one child over another. Pffttt, how fucking stupid. I could give two shits about my parents loving me. It was God that broke my heart.

As a child, my parents would tell me that he always knew the truth even when liars were in the midst. I worshipped him with my entire heart as I was taught, but all that changed when he accepted Abel's offering of lies.

Abel getting away with what he did along with his taunting afterward, made me the first murderer to ever walk the Earth. My mother killed me shortly afterward but after I died, God decided that death wasn't enough for me and brought me back.

Now I was cursed with living forever as a human, I'd have to experience all the pains humans did for eternity, without ever dying.

People would say that immortality was a blessing but that wasn't true. It was a punishment if you were completely alone, which I was.

I suppose that was why I didn't mind chasing Mia for as long as I did. She made me happier than I had been in centuries. She along with my sister, of course. Queen was the number one reason for my newfound joy in life, so Mia was a close second.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving the car and closing the door behind me. I ignored the honking of the cars as I jaywalked and I rolled my eyes. I approached the outside table my brother was sitting at and he didn't look up at me until I sat down.

"Cain," he said in shock as he looked at me. "Brother..." I looked at him blankly as he stumbled over his words and he looked at me in...I didn't know if it was shock or surprise. I suppose the two were one and the same.

"Abel," I said in disdain.

He sat back in his seat and smiled as he looked at me. "It's been so long."

"Yup," I said dryly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I thought you were—"

"Dead?" I asked. He nodded and I rolled my eyes. "Don't act like you didn't know I was alive, asshole. You're a lawyer. I'm sure you own a news channel."

"Okay," he nodded. "I did know."

"You just didn't want to reach out?" I asked.

"Umm, I would have," he said. "If you didn't kill me." He laughed and I crossed my arms. "That sort of makes reunions a bit awkward, don't you think?"

"I'd say so," I said with a fake laugh. "I understand you not reaching out to me, but I'm puzzled as to how your need to be liked by everyone has stopped you from seeing our sister."

His smile dropped and he gave me a confused look that made me raise a brow at him. "We have a sister?"

I scoffed at his joke and shook my head. "I'm not in the mood to mess around with you, Abel."

"No," he said as he shook his head. I saw what look like hurt flash in his eyes as he slouched into the chair and ran a hand through his hair. "I-I don't know about any sister."

"Wow," I laughed. "Dad didn't give you a message to protect her a few years ago?" I asked.

"No, he didn't," he whispered in disbelief.

I was stunned into silence as I sat back and thought about what this meant. My father...chose me to protect Queen...instead of Abel.

"Why would father tell you and not me?" Abel asked.

"Hmm, perhaps I'm dad's favorite," I teased.

Abel gave me the same condescending look that I hadn't seen in thousands of years and I shook my head. "Not possible."

I shrugged and he still looked bewildered at the revelation. "I guess you didn't know that dad died as well, huh?"

"No, I knew that," he said. "Mother told me after she killed him."

"Have you talked to him since?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head.

I furrowed my brows as I thought about the occasional times a few years ago where my father would come into my dreams. Why hadn't he done it with Abel? Was there something I didn't know?

"Have you?" He asked. This would've been a good time to gloat but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off so I shook my head slowly.

"No."

"So he told you to watch over her while he was alive?" Abel asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Interesting," he whispered as he sat back in his seat.

"So you and mother keep in contact?" I asked suspiciously.

"Not really," he answered. "After she killed father, I hid from her. I haven't spoken to her in almost fifteen years."

It was my turn to sit back and say..."Interesting."

"What's her name?" He asked.

"Whose?"

"Our sister," he answered. "What's her name?"

"Don't worry about it," I retorted with a shrug. "You're not going to meet her."

"Of course I am," he said with a laugh. "If I have a little sister, I'd like to meet her."

"No," I said simply as I clasped my hands together.

"That's not really your decision," he said slowly.

"Well," I said. "If you know her name and where she lives, by all means, go ahead."

"That's not fair," he argued loudly. Several guests sitting at nearby tables turned to us and I smiled at his outburst. It had been a while since I'd seen this side of him.

"Life isn't fair," I mocked. "Do you remember you told me that? After God chose 'your' offering?"

Abel looked at me momentarily before laughing in my face. My jaw clenched at the sound and he held a hand over his chest to calm himself. As his laughter died down, he adjusted his tie and sat back in his seat.

"You're still not over that," he said. "It's just like you to hold onto a grudge. We were kids, Cain. I did something childish and I paid for it with my life. Why are you still so angry?"

"Because I'm still paying for your 'childish' act!" I snapped.

"No," he seethed lowly as he leaned towards me. "You are paying for YOUR childish behavior. You killed me, Cain. I've forgiven you yet you still haven't forgiven me for stealing your stupid lamb."

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Author's Note
This is going to be stupid but...I can't help it...
Ahem...Mbehhhhhh (lamb noise)
*Me to past Abel if I was the lamb*😔

Well...shit.
At least we know why they don't get along. 🙂
Lmk your thoughts ✨