The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
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6,694
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Chapter 17
The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
Chapter 17:
Rated: M
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but the story plot and Siena do. The Bible…well, it doesn’t really belong to anybody. There are so many authors.
A/N: none
Cain sat in the chair beside Ginny’s bed. He watched the rise and fall of the girl’s chest before turning his attention back to the stars outside. Only at night did he have time to mull over his own thoughts. Unfortunately, only thoughts of regrets surfaced. The memory was fresh in his mind like morning dew.
:Flashback:
“How is the garden?” asked a masculine voice.
Cain turned to find his brother Abel staring back at him. He was leaning into his herding staff with a smile on his face.
“It’s going well. Better than last time. I just thank God for the rain this season. The drought last year nearly destroyed us” replied Cain.
He walked over to his brother and patted him on the back.
“How is the flock?”
Abel looked down at one of his lambs.
“Meddlesome. Always getting lost and of course I have to go look for them” he replied with a sigh.
Cain smiled.
“Are you ready for this sacrifice?” he asked.
Abel looked up at the sky.
“I think so. I know that God will smile upon both our offerings” replied Abel.
Cain picked up his basket of vegetables and led the way to the altars. He was very proud of this year’s harvest. The tomatoes were big and ripe, the corn was a golden yellow, and all the other vegetables seemed to glow with life. The bleating of the lamb cut through his thoughts.
“Sorry little guy” whispered Abel to the lifeless lamb.
Abel’s eyes widened suddenly when his lamb was covered by a white light and disappeared.
“The Lord has accepted your offering. Congratulations brother!” cheered Cain.
“Thanks. I’m sure he will accept yours just as he has accepted mine” replied Abel.
This was not to be so. Cain stood for a full hour and watched as his vegetables became limp on the altar.
“Did I not work hard enough? Why would God not accept it?” thought Cain angrily.
He threw the vegetable off the altar and stalked out into the field. Abel watched his brother and went to go comfort him.
“Why did he accept yours and not mine?!” shouted Cain.
“I don’t know brother. It’s no use getting worked up over it. It’s just a silly sacrifice,” said Abel.
“A silly sacrifice? A silly sacrifice! Are my vegetables not good enough for the All Mighty God” shouted Cain.
“Stop Cain or you will invoke the Lord’s wrath” said Abel harshly.
“I want to invoke his wrath. Smite me if you want God but I want answers! Why not my vegetables! Why not!” shouted Cain.
Abel could not bear for his brother to be hurt because of his anger. He rushed forth and grabbed Cain by the arms.
“Get off me!” shouted Cain before pushing his brother.
Abel stumbled back and fell to the ground. For Cain, it all went in slow motion. Abel falling backwards, the sound his head made when it hit a jagged rock. Blood splattered everywhere and Cain dropped to his knees, cradling his brother in his arms.
“Wake up Abel! Wake up!” cried Cain.
The tears streamed down his face.
“I killed my brother” he whispered.
Cain’s eyes widened at the implication and he jumped up. He had to run. He would not be able to face his mother or father after such a sin. With one last look at Abel’s body, he fled into the woods. Cain had only been there for a moment when a voice sounded out.
“Cain, where is your brother?” said the voice.
Cain knew that it was God. He was so ashamed to tell Him the truth.
“I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?” replied Cain.
“I know of what you have done Cain. I can no longer feel your brother’s life force. You must pay for your misdeed Cain. You will not longer have the power of growing food from the Earth and I cast you out into the world to wander it,” said God.
Cain felt immense grief in his heart. He deserved the punishment. Death would be comforting.
“But, I shall place a mark on the back of your neck so that no one will kill you. If they do their punishment will be seven times that of yours” said God.
“I will do as you say Lord” whispered Cain. “I will do as you say”.
:End Flashback:
Why had he just not stayed with his brother’s body instead of running away like some coward? The only joy he felt was when he met his wife for the first time. She was so beautiful. He found her when he wandered into a town. He had not seen her since she ran away with his unborn child.
“I still love you Ari” he whispered.
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Abel strolled down the halls doing his nightly patrol. Every now and again he would find a couple showing their affections and would have to usher them on. His stroll eventually led him to the West Tower. The owls slept peacefully inside except for one. Its gray feathers ruffled slightly when Abel approached it.
“I know Chael. I know. I’m a little late” whispered Abel as he pulled out a couple of owl treats from his left pocket.
The owl hooted softly and nibbled on the treats. Abel smiled. He had only been at Hogwarts for a short time and his best friend was an owl. Abel was so engrossed in feeding Chael that he never heard the creaking of the door.
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Draco sat awake in his bed with his knees against his chest. His green curtains were drawn and the silver tassels lay at the end of the bed. He had dreamed about the train incident and immediately woke up with a start. He could still feel the warmth and security enveloping him. Yet, the vision of Jesus and another boy overrode his curiosity of the feeling. He could tell that his brother was in the beginning stages of falling in love. But why that vision and why had his father not told him? Did the mystery boy have something to do with Jesus’s state now?
Draco closed his eyes and fell back into his pillow. So many questions but no answers to accompany them.
“Get away from my bed Blaise” he growled.
Draco raised an eyebrow as the curtains were drawn back.
“I’ll give you time little Angel. But at some point I will either have you, either willingly or by force” replied Blaise.
“Over my dead body” sneered Draco.
Blaise smirked before drawing the curtains closed. Inside, Draco’s heart was pounding wildly. He needed to get out of being Blaise’s roommate. He had to talk to Professor Snape now. He waited a bit until Blaise’s breathing slowed and crept out of his bed.
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Harry sat in the common room with the fire lit. He, like Siena, had the habit of licking his forefinger before turning the page. He was currently reading “Enchiridion” by Epictetus, a Stoic philosopher. His favorite passage was,
“Let death and exile and every other thing which appears dreadful be daily before your eyes; but most of all death: and you will never think of anything mean nor will you desire anything extravagantly”
Harry laughed. Didn’t Epictetus realize that mortals would always desire for things? It was ingrained in their minds since the beginning of time. A mortal who no longer fears death would desire it, waiting for it to come. Inevitability can lead to desire in countless ways. Harry closed the book and his thoughts drifted to his sister. Siena still did not know of his plan to kill God’s son. She could never know. She would try to stop him and he would have to kill her.
Chapter 17:
Rated: M
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but the story plot and Siena do. The Bible…well, it doesn’t really belong to anybody. There are so many authors.
A/N: none
Cain sat in the chair beside Ginny’s bed. He watched the rise and fall of the girl’s chest before turning his attention back to the stars outside. Only at night did he have time to mull over his own thoughts. Unfortunately, only thoughts of regrets surfaced. The memory was fresh in his mind like morning dew.
:Flashback:
“How is the garden?” asked a masculine voice.
Cain turned to find his brother Abel staring back at him. He was leaning into his herding staff with a smile on his face.
“It’s going well. Better than last time. I just thank God for the rain this season. The drought last year nearly destroyed us” replied Cain.
He walked over to his brother and patted him on the back.
“How is the flock?”
Abel looked down at one of his lambs.
“Meddlesome. Always getting lost and of course I have to go look for them” he replied with a sigh.
Cain smiled.
“Are you ready for this sacrifice?” he asked.
Abel looked up at the sky.
“I think so. I know that God will smile upon both our offerings” replied Abel.
Cain picked up his basket of vegetables and led the way to the altars. He was very proud of this year’s harvest. The tomatoes were big and ripe, the corn was a golden yellow, and all the other vegetables seemed to glow with life. The bleating of the lamb cut through his thoughts.
“Sorry little guy” whispered Abel to the lifeless lamb.
Abel’s eyes widened suddenly when his lamb was covered by a white light and disappeared.
“The Lord has accepted your offering. Congratulations brother!” cheered Cain.
“Thanks. I’m sure he will accept yours just as he has accepted mine” replied Abel.
This was not to be so. Cain stood for a full hour and watched as his vegetables became limp on the altar.
“Did I not work hard enough? Why would God not accept it?” thought Cain angrily.
He threw the vegetable off the altar and stalked out into the field. Abel watched his brother and went to go comfort him.
“Why did he accept yours and not mine?!” shouted Cain.
“I don’t know brother. It’s no use getting worked up over it. It’s just a silly sacrifice,” said Abel.
“A silly sacrifice? A silly sacrifice! Are my vegetables not good enough for the All Mighty God” shouted Cain.
“Stop Cain or you will invoke the Lord’s wrath” said Abel harshly.
“I want to invoke his wrath. Smite me if you want God but I want answers! Why not my vegetables! Why not!” shouted Cain.
Abel could not bear for his brother to be hurt because of his anger. He rushed forth and grabbed Cain by the arms.
“Get off me!” shouted Cain before pushing his brother.
Abel stumbled back and fell to the ground. For Cain, it all went in slow motion. Abel falling backwards, the sound his head made when it hit a jagged rock. Blood splattered everywhere and Cain dropped to his knees, cradling his brother in his arms.
“Wake up Abel! Wake up!” cried Cain.
The tears streamed down his face.
“I killed my brother” he whispered.
Cain’s eyes widened at the implication and he jumped up. He had to run. He would not be able to face his mother or father after such a sin. With one last look at Abel’s body, he fled into the woods. Cain had only been there for a moment when a voice sounded out.
“Cain, where is your brother?” said the voice.
Cain knew that it was God. He was so ashamed to tell Him the truth.
“I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?” replied Cain.
“I know of what you have done Cain. I can no longer feel your brother’s life force. You must pay for your misdeed Cain. You will not longer have the power of growing food from the Earth and I cast you out into the world to wander it,” said God.
Cain felt immense grief in his heart. He deserved the punishment. Death would be comforting.
“But, I shall place a mark on the back of your neck so that no one will kill you. If they do their punishment will be seven times that of yours” said God.
“I will do as you say Lord” whispered Cain. “I will do as you say”.
:End Flashback:
Why had he just not stayed with his brother’s body instead of running away like some coward? The only joy he felt was when he met his wife for the first time. She was so beautiful. He found her when he wandered into a town. He had not seen her since she ran away with his unborn child.
“I still love you Ari” he whispered.
---------------------------------------------
Abel strolled down the halls doing his nightly patrol. Every now and again he would find a couple showing their affections and would have to usher them on. His stroll eventually led him to the West Tower. The owls slept peacefully inside except for one. Its gray feathers ruffled slightly when Abel approached it.
“I know Chael. I know. I’m a little late” whispered Abel as he pulled out a couple of owl treats from his left pocket.
The owl hooted softly and nibbled on the treats. Abel smiled. He had only been at Hogwarts for a short time and his best friend was an owl. Abel was so engrossed in feeding Chael that he never heard the creaking of the door.
-------------------------------------------
Draco sat awake in his bed with his knees against his chest. His green curtains were drawn and the silver tassels lay at the end of the bed. He had dreamed about the train incident and immediately woke up with a start. He could still feel the warmth and security enveloping him. Yet, the vision of Jesus and another boy overrode his curiosity of the feeling. He could tell that his brother was in the beginning stages of falling in love. But why that vision and why had his father not told him? Did the mystery boy have something to do with Jesus’s state now?
Draco closed his eyes and fell back into his pillow. So many questions but no answers to accompany them.
“Get away from my bed Blaise” he growled.
Draco raised an eyebrow as the curtains were drawn back.
“I’ll give you time little Angel. But at some point I will either have you, either willingly or by force” replied Blaise.
“Over my dead body” sneered Draco.
Blaise smirked before drawing the curtains closed. Inside, Draco’s heart was pounding wildly. He needed to get out of being Blaise’s roommate. He had to talk to Professor Snape now. He waited a bit until Blaise’s breathing slowed and crept out of his bed.
--------------------------------------------------
Harry sat in the common room with the fire lit. He, like Siena, had the habit of licking his forefinger before turning the page. He was currently reading “Enchiridion” by Epictetus, a Stoic philosopher. His favorite passage was,
“Let death and exile and every other thing which appears dreadful be daily before your eyes; but most of all death: and you will never think of anything mean nor will you desire anything extravagantly”
Harry laughed. Didn’t Epictetus realize that mortals would always desire for things? It was ingrained in their minds since the beginning of time. A mortal who no longer fears death would desire it, waiting for it to come. Inevitability can lead to desire in countless ways. Harry closed the book and his thoughts drifted to his sister. Siena still did not know of his plan to kill God’s son. She could never know. She would try to stop him and he would have to kill her.