𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐧┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨

68. 𝑃𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑀𝑒

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.