light. Lucita has reached her destination, neither wind nor noise suggest any life. Emptiness and silence shake hands and merge into nothing. This nothing extends infinitely far, even too far for Lucita's eyes.
"Where are you? I want to talk to you.", Lucita's words echo as if in an empty room.
"Oh, not seen in a long time. How are you?" Asks a voice out of nowhere, as if it had driven emptiness and silence to take its place.
"You know that very well. Why are you asking me that? It's a waste of time." The hall has disappeared along with emptiness and silence.
"But Lucita, you are in a bad mood, talk to me, then you will feel better.", Says the voice with a touch of concern.
"You know what I mean, I don't want to be silent anymore. Why do you punish this poor soul, I mean he can't help it! Why don't you grant him peace, he deserves a place in paradise. You already have his brother to do it damned to live forever, trapped in a body that cannot die without ever being allowed to hope for absolution ... "Her words roll over, the lack of emotion is over.Sadness, anger and other feelings that she had locked in for hundreds of years are making their way out. "That is unfair, it goes too far and that only because your pride is hurt. One day you have to forget YOU too ...".
"Lucita you are presumptuous, I have never seen you like this. Understand, there is more to it than my pride, you know how things are. Good and bad are forever in conflict and when this one battle is fought, it could change a lot. The good must subsequently exterminate the beginning of the era of ruin. If he manages to break my curse, kill him and go to hell, then we will find peace. Then the land charge will be extinguished. " and for a brief moment Lucita had the feeling that nothing was going to tremble. Trembling with anger.
Slowly she kneels down, one knee touches what she interprets as the floor, on the other she puts her arms and bows her head."Yes, sir, sorry, it won't happen again. But listen to me, Cain ...". "All that is needed has been said. Go back and prepare. You know, as soon as the last breath has been breathed out, it will be up to you to protect the sword again. The task of guardian is very important, please do not forget that. Task It's not Abel, or Kagano, or whatever his name is this time, to lie. You know about the sword and its disappearance. " Nothing stops the tremor and lies peacefully in front of her again.
"Forgive my lord, I will withdraw immediately." In Lucita's voice, several nuances fight for the upper hand. Fear wrestles with anger and sadness wrestles with despair. She rises from her submissive pose and turns her back on nothing.

Kagano makes his way back through the night, hot tears still running down his cheeks.At home he lies down in his bed and tries to find peace in his sleep, but his subconscious has something else in mind for him. Tormenting dreams leave him restlessly tossing up his bed. Bathed in sweat, he wakes up from his bed for the night and stares into the darkness. Many hours go by, hours in which he spends a lot of time with his thoughts. Inwardly he hopes that Lucita will be at the door again and assures him that it was all a misunderstanding. That it would not be true and that this burden would not rest on his shoulders. Time slowly goes by, hours turn into days and seconds turn into minutes. Reality seems so unreal to him, it passes him by like a movie he is watching. In the middle of it the memories of the emerald green eyes of the little angel flicker through his head.
One night he wakes up, not because of the nightmares but because of the blood-red light that illuminates his room.Without thinking about it, he gets up, dresses and walks confidently towards the sword, which has found its place in a corner of the room. He himself is not aware of the source of this sudden security. Kagano only notices that he is driven by a certain force, a force that he cannot resist. He skillfully takes the sword in his right hand and concentrates for a moment. The mystical energies of the eternal flames spread and rob him of control over his limbs. He swings the sword in his hand as if he had never done anything else. It is more than a symbiosis between weapon and master. The energy has pushed his mind back and taken complete control of his body. His train of thought is not quite over when he can already see the world go by. His legs carry him with a speed that he is not used to from his body.It is shortly before dawn, the sky is closed, and it will soon rain if it does not loosen up. A figure flits through the slightly reddish color of the morning. Hardly noticeable to the human eye, it races towards the forest and disappears between the tall trees. Arriving at the clearing, Kagano sees a young man sitting cross-legged. His head is bowed, his long blond hair hanging down to the floor. Slowly and carefully, his head lifts his head opposite, the steel blue eyes study him from above and below. He gets up like a cat, his long black coat blowing in the onset of wind. The long blond hair playfully wraps around his neck as he pauses for a moment. The petite person reaches up to her back and draws a sword. The blade is pitch black and coarse, the pommel is kept simple, only the middle is adorned with a large onyx.The rain sets in, and Kagano's hair hangs wet on his face. The other person lifts his sword and rushes towards him.

Lucita, in what is best described as a room, does not notice any of this. She is sitting on a small white stool in front of a huge mirror and is doing her hundredth brush stroke. Lost in thought, she lets the heavy silver brush sink and looks at the reflection of her bed. She doesn't want sleep to accompany her into the realm of dreams. Sleep, the little brother of death, takes them with it and for a long time locks them into a world from which there is no escape for them. Only when the time has come can she wake up again and return to the earth that she once loved so much. But their prayers have long since fallen silent, the fact that God has intended such a cruel fate for them hurts too much. As if that wasn't cruel enough, she became more and more aware that he had stopped listening to her.With trembling steps she creeps to her huge bed and lies down in it as if she was still waiting for her loved one. Her long black hair lies tangled on the snow-white pillow, her eyes seem to have lost all shine.
Suddenly she is overcome by tiredness, she still struggles with her eyelids, but loses. Slowly a tear runs down her face, dripping from her chin and finds a place next to her on the pillow when she feels the cold sword in her arms ...

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Note: Well, the Bible passage I am referring to leaves a lot of space for speculation. So I took the one that suited me best, Cain was condemned to eternal life ...
I am not Bible-based and so I would like to say to everyone who knows better: "It's just a story, written out of whim, I apologize for mistakes or misinterpretations.The main thing is to have fun and I hope everyone had fun :-) and if I have refused you, please tell me why (I'm already big, I can do it) "