This information is known by Alastar Mac Caoileann and Tomáš Fiser.

This text was found by Alastar in a Sabbat dungeon. It was originally written on old paper in a clean hand, either with an old fountain pen or even a quill.

I dream of the first times
the longest memory
I speak of the first times
the oldest Father
I sing of the first times
and the dawn of Darkness
In Nod,
where the light of Paradise
lit up the night sky
and the tears of our parents wet the ground.

Each of us, in our way,
set about to live
and take our sustenance from the land.

And I, first-born Caine, I,
with sharp things
planted the dark seeds
wet them in earth
tended them, watched them grow
And Abel, second-born Abel
tended the animals
aided their bloody births
fed them, watched them grow.
I loved him, my Brother
He was the brightest,
The sweetest,
The strongest.
He was the first part of all my joy.

Then one day our Father said to us.
Caine, Abel to Him Above
you must make a sacrifice -
a gift of the first part
of all that you have
And I, first-born Caine, I
gathered the tender shoots
the brightest fruits
the sweetest grass
And Abel, second-born, Abel
slaughtered the youngest,
the strongest,
the sweetest of his animals


On the altar of our Father
we laid our sacrifices
and lit fire under them
and watched the smoke carry them
up to the One Above.

The sacrifice of Abel, second-born,
smelled sweet to the One Above
and Abel was blessed.
And, I, first-born Caine, I
was struck from beyond by
a harsh word and a curse,
for my sacrifice was unworthy.

I looked at Abel's sacrifice,
still smoking, the flesh, the blood.
I cried, I held my eyes
I prayed in night and day.

And when Father said
the time for Sacrifice has come again
And Abel led his youngest,
his sweetest,
his most beloved
to the sacrificial fire
I did not bring my youngest,
my sweetest,
for I knew the One Above would not want them.

And my brother, beloved Abel said to me
"Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice,
a gift of the first part of your joy,
to burn on the altar of the One Above."

I cried tears of love as I, with sharp things,
sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy,
my brother.

And the Blood of Abel covered the altar
and smelled sweet as it burned.

But my Father said
"Cursed are you, Caine, who killed your brother.
As I was cast out
so shall you be."

And He exiled me to wander in Darkness,
the land of Nod.

I flew into the Darkness
I saw no source of light
and I was afraid.
And alone.