Servants

Murder.

Desecration.

Avoiding responsibility.

These were the crimes of the first sin.

A crime committed over reasons long forgotten.

The punishments were handed down and God left the man to his fate.

He lost his family, he lost his livlihood, and in time he even lost the wife he could've loved.

He lost everything.

Yet still he wandered. Weathering any blow, surviving any attack.

He endured unlimited hardships.

Until one day his horn was mistaken for that of an animals and his descendent fired and arrow into his head.

An arrow that pierced his brainstem.

Robbing him of the last thing he had left.

Freedom.

Yet he did not die. Even then, he persisted in the world.

Instead, all that was made was a record.

A record of the first murderer.

A record of the first sinner.

A record of Cain.




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True Name
Cain

Class
Beast VI

Alignment
Chaotic-Neutral

Height/Weight
5'1/145

Region
Worldwide

Source
Old Testament
Genesis

Alternate Classes
Assassin
Watcher

Parameter

Strength	Endurance	Agility
D	C	D
Mana	Luck	Noble Phantasm
D	E	EX

History
You wish to know my story?

You are willing to entertain any notions the First Sin might have?

Alright... thank you.

My name is Cain, first son of Adam and Eve. I am the one who first killed their own brother in cold blood for ultimately meaningless reasons. No matter how I justify the act, it remains that I killed him. In that sense... I am also the first sinner.

Yet I regret it.

I still remember why I did it. Jealousy. I had no better reason than that. God showed favor to Abel and showed me none and I was jealous of that attention... and so I threw a rock in anger. I admit, I did not think to kill him, only harm. Yet my carelessness killed my brother anyway. The lack of intent does not matter. Especially since in the first place it was a friendly competition to earn gods attention and favor. It was never supposed to be so serious as to risk life or death.

Yet I killed him anyway.

Then I made the worst mistake I could have; I tried to escape punishment. I hid his body in the ground disgracefully and I tried to lie to god. Of course I failed. Yet the fact I tried at all, to anyone, was the problem. I didn't accept responsibility for my actions.

So he punished me for each crime.

For killing my brother I was no longer allowed to die. For the crime of desecration, I was no longer allowed to work. I was also made an enemy of mankind because I attempted to escape responsibility. Those were the punishments god forced on me... back then, I cried in rage. Now... now I understand why he was so mad at me. I failed in every way.

Afterward, I wandered with my wife.

We had kids, they built cities at my direction, and we had to keep moving because eventually humans would get brave enough to attack me and my family... and of course, over time, I came to realize the error of my ways. It was right before the flood. I watched my descendents play in the fields and for once I felt happy. Even though I felt pain from an injury inflicted a hundred years prior, I felt content watching them enjoy life.

The flood came years later and I retreated from the world.

I became a wanderer and simply watched mankind. I ceased to intervene or seek their companionship. I... recognized my place in the world and theirs. That one day I would witness their great deeds. I... am still eager to witness that.