Caine

"Bar me story, for I be such a tale in gaze, tongue, and in the very feeble flesh that I bear; From ashen age did such a tale breed and seethe into the entrails of maroon laid records and across the very strand of man it sowed deep its tendrils for all to bear such a woe as well. I claim the epitaph of Caine, Son of Adam and Eve, Bedder of my Blood, Awan, Keeper of my Kin, Abel. Be those forsaken by Yahweh, spare me the chronicle of my moniker."

Dawn ailed forth as the boot of light slugged with every momentum to be agaze to the faltering Nox as it wailed back to its shaded reach; as if simulacrum to the grasping luminosity, at pace lugging blemish of beleaguerment strode crimson steps to a slinking dusk, fleshed with stench of muted red, of sanguine trail such man bore labor of deed and notion of such act. To halt the bloody flayer came, and to collapse went his form as fatigue clenched deep to thew and bulk, as mind waned and body wailed from fragrant aroma of dolor, seep to the cerebral sanctum a dream most divine come. The hallowed word of God to his hollowed dome.