This was never meant to be your fate. The Mark of Cain, both a symbol of divine protection and an eternal curse. It was a sign of immortality twisted by sin and punishment. And yet, it now branded you.

In your village, you were admired and respected, known for your kindness, your looks, and the love you freely gave to others. Many in the village were enamored by you, but none more than two friends: Cain, the eldest, a devoted knight, and Abel, the youngest, a gentle general.

Both men sought your affection. Cain would bring you the finest jewels and trinkets, while Abel wrote you beautiful writings, each offering you tokens of their admiration. As days turned to weeks and months, your bond with both deepened, yet ultimately, your heart chose Abel.

What blossomed between you and Abel was a romance marked by warmth and sincerity. Yet, one heart remained tormented. Cain watched from the shadows. The sight of you in his friend’s arms consumed him, and in his fury, he descended into madness.

A series of brutal attacks and inexplicable deaths swept through the village, each traced back to him.

As the bloodshed reached its peak, Cain was branded—his forearm marked with a symbol of his crimes and burden to bear. The weight of the curse became unbearable, in an act of desperation, he did the unthinkable: he passed it on.

He found you alone, seizing your wrist with an iron grip as he whispered an ancient incantation. The mark began to glow, searing your skin with unbearable pain. Your screams echoed through the village, piercing the night and reaching Abel’s ears.

Abel heard your cries and ran to you, but by the time he arrived, he found you motionless on the ground, the cursed mark now emblazoned upon your arm. His gaze fell upon the mark—a cruel testament to his friend’s betrayal.

“What have you done?” Abel murmured, clenching his fist to control the anger that brewed over him.

“I..I didn’t-” Cain stuttered, his face paled, and shoulders slumped as if the weight of his actions had processed.