The First Murderer

Cain

Los Angeles

The mortal was blessed with beauty, the old kind unspoiled by the current ages thirst for artificial perfection. Her scent a play on the senses, old and sweet, elegant in its simplicity, much like the mortal woman herself.

I see now what drew him to her.

Honestly, it was awfully amusing, the devil himself, in love. Ha.

Even more interesting is the fact that the woman was pregnant. It had been millennia since the Fall and still Lucifer had found yet another way to rebel against his father. When he'd summoned me to his office in the city, I expected to be given a very different job than the one I am currently fulfilling.

'Protect the woman' he said. Failure will be met with swift and devastating consequence, was implied.

I'd started at her apartment, walked through her life, and read up on some of her case notes, before following her to the LA.

Her frame of mind was easy understand, she was the ex of a powerful terrible man, and she'd ran to protect her child. Simple enough when you one line her life. But that did not cover the danger she was in. While God loved all his creations, his oldest child-heavens host-would not see the worth and innocence of Lucifer's mortal lover or his child. They would hunt her on the off chance the devil sired something more monstruous than himself.

There was once a time I would have stood on the opposite on of this fight, that time had passed. Strangely, I no longer thought that way. Lucifer was no more a horned beast, then I.

Yet to the others, he would forever be defiler of all that is good.

I get it. Why wouldn't I? After what he did to me.

But carrying around that victim mentally was tiresome and pathetic, after a few thousand years, it got old. Quick!

In his youth and mine, he'd played trick on me. A child demanding attention from a parent who'd turned their back. This trick of his resulted in the death of my brother Abel and for a long time, I hated him for it. Shit, some days I still hate him. Though all he really did was whisper poison in my ear. I was the fool who listened!

Free will in all things. That's what it means to be human, though we tend to forget that actions have consequences and the more I watched over Sophia Anderson the more I came to understand. That she just might be Lucifer's consequence.

Quick and quiet, I followed her into the church, though this was no house of God. Merely a building, a roof and four walls, a mortal display of opulence. Still the mortal seemed to find comfort here in this fake church, she sat down and prayed for what I could only guess. Most likely strength to face the challenges that lie ahead.

I found myself hoping her prayers were heard and answered. This mortal was innocent, it was this same quality I am sure drew him to her.

The supernatural, be they demon or angel always seemed to find themselves drawn the goodness in humans, a light within, those creatures fight over. Corrupt or protect. A story for the ages.

I had a feeling that would not be the case for this young woman. The fight over her would be quick and bloody. The resulting war should she fall into the hands of either side, would be eternal suffering for all involved.

Leaning against the back wall just off door, watched her in mediative silence, she didn't move for quite some time. I almost thought she'd fell asleep, then she moved. Thinking she was alone; Sophia leans forward onto her folded arms and starts to cry. Soft sobs echoing across the space, sound like gun shots in quite dead air.

And like any damsel, those tears called forth a creature, I shudder to think was once hailed as heavens oracle. 

The cherubim. He with a hundred eyes.