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?"
Cain's gaze hardened, his fists clenched at his sides as the memories of his rejection flooded his mind. "Our parents forgot about me, Seth," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "They cast me aside, forsaking me for the memory of Abel. And now, they have replaced him with you, as if I never existed."
