The ancestor is a little cutie

The scene before Cain's eyes gradually blurred, gradually being replaced by memories.Something he never remembered, never thought existed.

It was still the sunny day after the snow.

After eating the food, he already has some strength.

He found some dry firewood, went back to the cave where he always lived, lit the dry firewood, and warmed himself.After a good night's sleep to the beeping of the flames, the sun was setting when I woke up.

The orange-red slanting light is reflected against the white snow in the canopy, as if the whole world is covered with golden light.

He hurried to the river again and looked across the river.The river was flowing, as clear as yesterday.

He watched for a long time amidst the sound of splashing water, so long that the sun at the end of the distant mountain was only a bright red outline, long enough to startle the joking people on the other side.They turned their heads frequently toward the bank, and someone pointed in his direction.

Although Cain couldn't hear what they said, he knew in his heart that it probably wasn't a good thing.

He resisted the soreness at the tip of his nose and the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes, and silently lowered his head, staring blankly at his toes.It was a pair of feet that were red from the cold in the snow, and they were almost unconscious from stepping on the snow.

The boy stood on the bank of the cold river for a long time, but he never found the person he wanted.

There was sudden footsteps behind him, the rustling sound of straw sandals stepping on the snow.

Cain, who was used to being chased by ferocious beasts, immediately turned around vigilantly, jumped back a few meters, and almost stepped into the river.

It was an elegant woman, holding a life-sized scepter in her hand, and a transparent crystal ball quietly hanging beside her.

"You look like you need help, my child," she said.

The young Cain pursed his lips shyly, and said in a low voice, "No, it's unnecessary... Thank you, Ma'am. Someone helped me yesterday, and I'm here today to thank you."

The elegant woman smiled and walked up to him.

"In fact, I was sent by your mother, Eve, to welcome you, dear young master. Come with me. In the future, you will have the powerful protection of your mother, and you will no longer have to suffer from hunger and cold in this icy world."

The picture in the memory gradually faded away, and Cain knelt on the ground with his knees clutching his painful head.

He saw himself rubbing his fingers guiltily at that time, and said in a low voice, "But I killed another child of my mother...she wouldn't want to protect me."

The elegant lady raised her head and rubbed his hair, saying, "Silly Cain, is there any mother in this world who doesn't love her child?"

That elegant and decent smile was obviously not even gentle.

Now in 2019 AD, with a distance of [-] light years, Cain couldn't figure out how he let go of everything because of this sentence, and was led away with a smile.

Then, more memories flooded my mind.The sudden thousands of years of information almost broke his nerves.

He saw himself drinking the "tonic" from his mother's mouth, even though it had a disgusting stench and a strong smell of blood.

The bowl slipped from his hands and fell to the brick floor, shattering into pieces of terracotta.

Young Cain, even though his body was almost frozen by the cold, his vision gradually disappeared, and his whole body was in pain as if he had been washed from top to bottom, he still asked innocently: "Why does the tonic hurt so much? Mother, I am so sorry. Sad...so sad, can I spit it out..."

How did Eve react at that time?

Ah, it seems to be the same as today when it was revealed.

She gently rubbed his hair, speaking with the gentleness of all the mothers in the world.

She said: "My dear, don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

But he gritted his teeth and waited. After waiting for a long time, the clothes on his body were soaked in cold sweat from the pain, but it still didn't heal.

"Soon, how long is it? Mother..." These were the last words he said before he fainted from pain.

later……

Later...

Cain bit his lips tightly, clenched his palms into fists, his long nails were embedded in his flesh, and dark red blood flowed out.

Later, it was the torment of darkness, which his mother euphemistically called "adaptation".

Around his waist, wrists, and ankles were fastened iron chains engraved with runes. He was like a beast trapped in the Colosseum, locked in the deepest cell of the palace.The only contact with the outside world every day is when a man and a woman are dragged into this cage and sent to him dripping with blood.

Blood, that was something he desperately wanted.Craving so much that I can barely control my body.I want to pounce on them and bite them, I want to taste their fresh and warm blood.

Desperately longing, but also deeply disgusted in my heart.

Why should there be a desire for such a thing?No, that's not right...

But when he finally overcame his thirst for blood and refused, the men and women who were sent were both beheaded, and blood gushed out in an instant, staining the entire cage red.

It was life as hell.

In the repeated torture and memory, there is only one sentence in Cain's mind: If you don't drink, they will die, and the death will be more ugly.The cold female voice echoed in the prison.And he squatted on the blood-stained ground with his knees hugged, shaking all over his body.

The most frightening thing was not seeing the almost numb blood at that time, nor was it the dark red color of the bricks and stones on the ground day after day.Instead, every time I see the blood sprayed out, I can't restrain my excitement and involuntary longing.

A deep, deep thirst for blood.

In Cain's memory, he became a blood-sucking monster after waking up, and it took nearly a thousand years from panic, fear to depravity.

But he never thought that in such a dark place, he had experienced exactly the same process in his erased memory.

Falling is like a process that every dark creature must go through.

He cannot live, nor can he die.In the end, you can only walk between life and death, wandering in the gap between light and darkness, and walk alone in this world.

Later, it was the perfect body under the spell.

The ability to become a bat, the keen ear, and the increasing speed.

In 100 years, he has grown rapidly and become stronger.

But then what?

Later, Eve asked him to fascinate the angel guarding the Euphrates.But he didn't have that ability at all, and was even thrown back to the other side by the guardian angel.People laughed at his arrogance and incompetence, and threw stones by the river at him.

The hard stones hit his body one by one, it hurts, it really hurts... He bit his lip tightly, and tears flowed into the ground below him.

If it weren't for God's sevenfold harming grace, I'm afraid he would be drowned in the stones thrown by others.

Cain, who regained his memory, rubbed his red eyes, and it took a lot of effort to keep the tears from falling.

Why is it all his fault?But what did he do wrong?

Oh, Abel, he killed it...

He is a murderer, so this crime, even if he exhausts his life's luck and is miserable every day, it will not be over.

Cain put one hand on the ground, looked at the Satanic blood on Enoch's head, and reached out to touch the barrier.

He stretched out his hand again and again, and was bounced away again and again.

In a daze, he became the boy who was chained in the prison again. He witnessed so many people dying in front of him, but he could only hug his knees and tremble.

"Enoch, what should I do..." What should I do?

He didn't want Enoch to become a vampire, and he didn't want Enoch to repeat his mistakes.

After all, he is the bishop of the world, so elegant, so proud, and so holy and pure.If he suddenly became a dirty creature that lived by sucking blood every day, he might choose to commit suicide.But he is not undead, once he dies, he is really dead...

Cain looked at the sleeping people in the barrier, full of despair: How can I save you, Enoch?

The author has something to say: Yinbao, hug QAQ Eve, it doesn’t matter if you don’t like you, Mama loves you!