Once, I asked a little girl,
Hand me your candy,
For a jar of honey.
She looked at me,
As though I was mad,
And held her candy,
Away from me,
Not realizing that,
Deep down,
I didn't need the candy,
I just wanted to give her honey.
The Lost Journals Of Eden
Cain's POV
Now, I'm getting to understand the phrase, Hell is come, from a new and redefined perspective. For I rained hell on earth, like fire and brimstone. In just three days, all the cards were in place, all the pieces were ready to be used or discarded. I had no sentiments about killing people, it was all for a greater purpose. A greater purpose that wasn't clear yet.