In the shadow of the ancient mountains, Cain and Seth stood facing each other, the weight of their shared lineage heavy upon their shoulders. Cain's eyes, filled with a mixture of anguish and resentment, bore into Seth's as he struggled to contain the turmoil within him.
"Seth," Cain's voice was a low growl, tainted with bitterness, "you were never meant to be. You were a replacement, a feeble attempt to fill the void left by Abel's absence."
Seth's brow furrowed in confusion, his heart heavy with the weight of Cain's words. "But I am your brother, Cain," he pleaded, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We share the same blood, the same flesh and bone. How can you turn against me?"
