Cain killed his brother, was cast out, and cursed, yes. It's...something more of a story of heritage and a warning against violent retaliation, I can't remember if his curse was specified beyond-...
[He pauses for a while, trying to remember centuries-old details. Was there some explanation he can no longer remember? No, all the stories about the early days of the world, he remembers. They are part of who he is.]
-...no, I can remember nothing else. He could no longer sustain himself by farming - God would no longer permit his crops to grow. Or...ah, knowing now how little God truly interferes with our lives, I suppose that might not necessarily be true. Close as we may have been in blood, it isn't as if we could ask his descendants what they were told. Cain's life was cut away from ours, and the only attention paid to his legacy was when my father decided he was going to begin some sort of...name-usurping contest.
[He does laugh now, awkwardly. It's strange to reflect on, and comically so to relate it to someone else. His mortal life has been of so little consequence to anything anymore, it almost feels like what scattered fragments of memory he has belong to someone else. It has been so, so long since having children was so vitally important for him. Immortals have such limited need of future generations, it has been relegated to a personal desire by now, wanting to be a father for the sake of being one rather than needing to further the bloodline.]
I can't claim to remember why, it's been far too long, and it has mattered less and less over the years.
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[He pauses for a while, trying to remember centuries-old details. Was there some explanation he can no longer remember? No, all the stories about the early days of the world, he remembers. They are part of who he is.]
-...no, I can remember nothing else. He could no longer sustain himself by farming - God would no longer permit his crops to grow. Or...ah, knowing now how little God truly interferes with our lives, I suppose that might not necessarily be true. Close as we may have been in blood, it isn't as if we could ask his descendants what they were told. Cain's life was cut away from ours, and the only attention paid to his legacy was when my father decided he was going to begin some sort of...name-usurping contest.
[He does laugh now, awkwardly. It's strange to reflect on, and comically so to relate it to someone else. His mortal life has been of so little consequence to anything anymore, it almost feels like what scattered fragments of memory he has belong to someone else. It has been so, so long since having children was so vitally important for him. Immortals have such limited need of future generations, it has been relegated to a personal desire by now, wanting to be a father for the sake of being one rather than needing to further the bloodline.]
I can't claim to remember why, it's been far too long, and it has mattered less and less over the years.