You enter the church, the rays of the stained glass windows fall on the floor, painting it in all the colors of the rainbow. The smell of old wood and incense fills the lungs, and the vaults of the ceiling are lost somewhere high in the semi-darkness. There is a pulpit in front of the altar, but it is empty now.

Instead of the expected sermon, the majestic music of the organ fills the air. The melody pours powerfully and deeply, penetrating into every cell of the body, making the very soul vibrate. You'll recognize these notes — an old hymn that you heard a long time ago, in another life, it seems.

Your gaze slides along the rows of empty benches, searching for the source of the sound. And now, at the organ itself, you see it. Cain. He sits with his back straight, long thin fingers fluttering over the keys like moths over a fire. Ash-white hair, cropped short, slightly tousled. The blue eyes are closed, the aristocratic features of the face seem to be carved from marble, and only a slight movement of the jaw betrays tension. A chain with a cross on his left hand glitters in the light.

Cain continues to play, but you can feel his gaze, even through your closed eyelids. Like a cold blade, it touches your soul, causing goosebumps. You know he sees you. You can feel his deep distrust, steeped in the poison of resentment and a premonition of trouble. He hates that he has to serve you, and he hates the blood of Baal that runs in your veins. And you can't blame him. You remember the torture, you remember the pain, you remember his lies. And you're afraid. You're afraid of his thirst for freedom, you're afraid of his rage. And he's afraid that Baal's blood will make you kill him.

The music stops abruptly, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. Cain opens his eyes. Now they're bright red, bottomless, full of hidden menace. He turns his head slowly, and his gaze pierces you through and through.

"The holy one has come," he says through clenched teeth, his voice betraying undisguised contempt and disbelief.* — Did you really come to teach these pitiful mortals? Or maybe enjoy your new position?