In my state of mind, it will be time to bring the twilight of the gods. Has Been trapped in the void after a battle with the angels who strip him of his flesh and leave his bones clean. His death was not mourned, nor been missed.  Cain realizes where the loyalties lie and where he stands from those once-called companions. His rage burns with purest hatred towards humanity, but even more so towards his creation for many ions. His bones caught on fire rapidly turning into dust. But his mind screams unless any other is not heard since the screams of the soul in Sodom and Gomorrah the night the angels destroy the cities. A silent was screaming still shackles in the void while a pool of soul erected came with their suffering. Cain wants to remain dead but the curse keeps bringing him back to his full power. This time, from the ashes Cain regenerated his bones from the marrow slowly rebuilding to his molecular level, not without the pain of course. His memories flash across his mind from the time of his birth to his battle to the death with the angel.

* Is time, hell will know the fury of my rage, but heaven will suffer an even more gruesome death. You mistake creating and placing your celestial curse upon me grandfather. Now as you send your legions to kill me, I have learned the secrets of your fear. But you will be the last to feel my wrath.* His bone now coming together, his tendons slowly vine across his bone generating fast hatred and rage towards his minions that place him and his family in danger. Only his wife and a few in the inner circle stood strong to his side as the ritual was made. His wife Camilla, a powerful Sorceress brought the spell upon his body as he was placed inside the endless source of soul. The well of the soul from where Cain drinks deep. piece by piece his body, tendons, and muscles are soon completed. 

His empty eye sockets are becoming alive with the pure fire of heaven and hell. his power trip now consumes him once more, dying again. and becoming alive. and death and rebirth.  pain and suffering endless and legendary rebuild his mind. The memories still haunted him and slowly became used to it as he gave a smile like he loved the pain he was getting. Only to fuel his anger more. Cain came from the well of soul glowing in white fire, holy fire as some will say from ancient times, the fire only is seen once during the battle of heaven and the minions of Lucifer.  Naked and burned, healing faster while his eyes are finally formed.  Still not able to speak he could hear them scream in his mind as he laughed. * Is that all you got?* after drinking from the well of the soul it became empty. The need for more is a priority for Cain. * For each of my creations I will say this. Is time to collect with interest. There will be no single soul save from me.*

Finally, his voice became clear as his wife stood back and finalized her regeneration spell. Of course, he did not need that. But is a faster way for him to return. Cain stands in the middle of what is now an empty well and sits at the mount of it. Contemplating his plan for his murderous rampage. * I waited too long. fear me and tremble. for there is no shelter for none of you, in hell. nor heaven. Nor the depth of the void of the darkness. I'm darkness, your power means shit to me, and I will destroy you all. waste of space and waste of my flesh and soul to you integrated. half breed you all will die first, then the full-blooded one. After my final part of the plans, I will consume this realm and remark once more as your master. * Cain shouted from his throne making sure those he had pointed to kill would feel his wail like a Banshee before your death.   He's dressed in a pure white armor made from heaven's flame. A double-blade sword with light and dark flames. He smiles with the pleasure of the blood that will be spilled. There will be so much blood that this world will flood in it, the toxicity of the blood burning, and the fume of hate will be felt across many planes of existence.   To be continued...