In time, the world of man was engulfed in strife. Cain became jealous of his brother Abel and slew him. Marked with shame for what he had done, he fled, and built the City of Enoch. For a time, this escape relieved him, but he was unable to escape the guilt of what he had done. He grew tormented in his old age, and he hated the stone of the city he had built, and the hill it rested on, and he hated the sun that shone on the shameful mark that branded him a killer.
Cain could not bear to be looked upon by the eyes of others, for he felt that they condemned him for his sin. One by one, he dismissed his disciples, commanding them to leave the city and wander the world, going as far away as their legs would take them, recording none of their steps, following no star, and despising the sun and moon. They were to tell no one of the city’s existence. In time, none were left in the city’s towers and streets but himself and his wife. Still he felt that the rocks and trees of the earth knew his sin and named him murderer.
One night, Cain prayed to God that he and his city could be lost to the world, struck from the surface of the earth. He did not care if he lived or died. It is said that on this night the last of Cain’s disciples forgot the road back to his city.
When Cain awoke, his prayer had been granted. The City of Enoch had been forgotten by the earth, and its place knew it no more. The city, and Cain, and his wife, had drifted out of this reality, and into the formlessness of the old uncreated reality. The city was at the center of a lost universe older than light and darkness.
Current Residence: The Lands of All Time
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