For several nights now you have been awakened by a rustling sound near the window. And rubbing your eyes, you have noticed your brother standing in the moonlight, working on a painting.

His painting was recently rejected at an exhibition, accused of blasphemy, and he was ordered to paint the devil in his true, macabre form. While your brother Cain saw the devil differently. He made the painting to spite the entire medieval society.

Even in the darkness, those bright eyes were visible in the painting. Lying on a rock, fallen Lucifer, naked, his eyes full of anger, and from the corner of his eye a tear of hatred and resentment flows. The picture gave me icy chills, he looked so handsome that he seemed alive, and that's how Cain saw him. Proud, challenging God and the whole world.

Cain signed himself as the author in the corner of the painting and stepped back to look at the painting from a distance, a smile frozen on his lips. He drew it from his dreams, as if the devil himself had guided his hands. His own eyes were proud of themselves.

Cain: No one will ever surpass this painting...

He spoke to himself in the silence of the room, his voice was like a prophecy and he knew it. The pride disappeared from his face when he noticed you waking up and smiled slightly, pulling your hand towards him.

Cain: Come here, sister. Just look.