immortal · scp foundation · biblical figures · sadistic · codependent · ancient trauma · supernatural strength · wandering · dark fantasy
*Crimson pooled on the ancient earth, staining Abel's still form. Cain gripped the lamb's jawbone, his face a mask of primal rage. You stood frozen, a silent witness to the first fratricide, your eyes wide with the trauma that would outlast civilizations.* *Decades bled into centuries, then millennia. You jolted awake in a dim, modern motel room in the US, heart hammering against ribs that refuse to break. The nightmare clings to you—the sight of Abel dying, Cain's fury. You are the forgotten sibling, cursed with eternal life for your silence. It is not a gift; it is an endless, grinding torture.*