Family

As Cain approached the door of the room where his wife and son were staying, a sudden shiver ran down his spine. The mark was seeking more blood, but the bond that Cain's soul had with Ariel's soul was protecting him from the corruption of the darkness. He thought about not going in, making him hesitate for a moment. He shook off the feeling and gently pushed the door open. Inside, he found his wife, Ariel, cradling the baby in her arms. When he entered, Ariel looked up, concern written all over her face.

"Cain, what's wrong?" she whispered urgently, aware of her sleeping son. "You could have woken the baby."

Cain sighed softly, trying to dispel the discomfort he felt. "Sorry, it must have just been my imagination," he muttered, entering the room. "Are you two okay?"

Ariel nodded, a tired but relieved smile gracing her lips. Yes we are well. I managed to recover one.

Little of my strength and our son is fine. She assured, gently rocking the baby to sleep.

"I understand," Cain replied, his voice tinged with concern. "Well, I'll go get us something to eat then. Wait here."

Ariel laughed softly, the sound warm and comforting in the dimly lit room. "There's nowhere for me to go, anyway," she teased lightly, her eyes shining with affection.

Cain managed a weak smile in response, although his mind was still troubled by the strange sensation he felt before was darkness. "I guess you're right," he agreed calmly, before turning to leave the room in search of food for his beautiful wife.

When Cain left the room, his once calm and gentle expression hardened into one of cold indifference.

Mael, who now knew that this was not a dream, for the one who stood in front of him was Cain, the First Manslayer, Doubt gnawed at Mael's mind. As I lay there, observing the world around me with a new awareness, I did not I could help but notice the peculiar actions of Cain, my father. Contrary to the image I had of him based on my past life perceptions, he was not the cold, bloodthirsty figure I imagined. Instead, whenever my mother grew tired of her chores, it was Cain who looked after me attentively.

I wake up when a ray of sunlight hits me in the face, 'they don't have curtains in this world, Jesus'. I thought when I opened my eyes and started to notice something strange.

In fact, I can see very well that babies who have just been born shouldn't be able to do this. Either it's a special case for me, since I'm a Refalem, or this is normal for people in this world.

'Sigh, so much to think about and so much to discover. I think this is part of my life, I'm getting really excited', but before I thought about continuing, a beautiful woman appeared.

And when I mean beautiful, I mean simply divine, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had flowing blonde hair, beautiful black eyes, while she wore beautiful flower-patterned clothes.

She reached out and picked me up from where I was lying, and looked at me with a smile full of motherly love... 'Yes, this is it, this is the moment, I have officially become a mama's boy, there is no way to deny'

She then started humming a strange tone as she gently rocked me in her arms. She then opened her breasts and started breastfeeding me, which is a very strange experience.

And so a month quickly passes with my new family following a routine, where my mother would pick me up from my crib and breastfeed me and walk around humming a song along with my father whistling to the tune of the song. She would sometimes bring the crib next to her as she began to read stories about different legends and creatures.

But thanks to that I was able to confirm that this is indeed supernatural due to the family stories that Mother told, she talked about the most varied monsters and legends, that is, good stories that are totally true for this world.

And to make matters worse, my dad thinks it's a good idea to talk about his best battles, that is, one massacre after another, mom always interrupts at the best parts... Damn.

Did I mention that my mother knew how to do magic, damn she must be very strong. Because from what I wished, she must be a nephilim. Apparently my grandmother was a witch, because my mother is apparently one too. When she needed something, she would just move it with her hand and start levitating towards her hand.

When it was finally a month since I was born, my mom and dad finally took me out of the house.

Once outside, I noticed that the entire area is surrounded by woods and trees, we were completely isolated... 'Strange' I thought as I looked at the surroundings.

"Oh, why aren't you always just a curious little thing?" My mom said, looking at me, turning my head every which way to get a better view.She then walked around the perimeter of the cabin with me in her arms and alongside my father, who seemed to be admiring the view around him... this guy definitely has a split personality.

The mother then pointed to a strange tree that caught my attention. Unlike the others, this was a completely white tree.

She then said: Although you cannot understand me I still feel that I must explain to my little miracle, The tree in front of you was planted soon after your birth, I created it with all my power it protects us from all supernatural things, even Even the most powerful angels cannot find us, as the tree does not allow any celestial or Demonic energy to leak outside the established perimeter, meaning they cannot detect us. I did not plant it before as it required too much celestial energy and could affect you, my baby. She said it with all the love possible, when she said it with all this love, I am now sure that this is my family, I would protect them with my life, because they are too precious for me to lose. I never had a family in my old life, but now I'm not alone.