×Chapter Two×

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The guilt he felt for not making his friend, Samson, happy made Ivan upset, he felt the guilt running through every blood vessel and artery, the heart kept pumping into his blood a black sludge, tar, or as he called it, "the blood of Cain". Cain was another of his friends, he would show up randomly and command poor Ivanov to do macabre acts, such as self-harm or killing small animals. Before doing such, Cain would specify to deposit the corpses of the animals in jars, or lick the blood of his forearm. Ivan would comply, the last time he protested in the face of Cain, the voices intensified, screaming his name loudly and screeching inside his head: "Ivan! Nikolai! Nikolai!". Unlike Samson, Cain was a face that would show up in the corner of Ivanov's eye, mocking him, making faces and telling him to do bad things. Cain looked messy, chaotic, his face was made out of black lines, the eyes of a feline and instead of a nose he had two holes, his mouth showed a direful smile, always smiling, laughing at Ivan's pettiness. The last time Ivanov encountered Cain was last week, back then, Cain made it clear that in the future God will show up before Nikolaevici Ivanov's eyes.
"Ivan! Wake up from your thousand-years slumber, a deathly slumber! I, Cain, have come to you as nothing but a martyr of God, but you, Nikolai, are a sinner and I must tell you that He, the Almighty Lord of Heaven and Earth, will appear to you once your blood will turn black, that will be my blood, Nikolai! You must follow the orders of the Lord, if not, you will be punished for your sins! Ivanov, I have sacrificed myself for you, that's how great my love is for you, and it will be much greater after my death. Accept Him, Nikolai, for He doesn't want to harm you!" Those were the words spoken by Cain, since then he hasn't appeared, his torment over Ivan ended. Ivanov didn't rejoice, he was rather scared for the upcoming revelation. When will He come? At what hour? Why does He come, why does He reveal Himself to a trivial sinner who lives life just because he hasn't died yet?

Nikolai lethargically got off the chair and gave a last glace at the pedestrian, looking at them he felt a deep sadness. Ivan, in a moment of lucidity and sanity, felt a stabbing and cold depression, knowing that those who walk the streets aimlessly are more happy than he will ever be. At the same time, the words of Cain flashed through his mind, which reminded him that his purpose in life is far greater, far mightier and far more important than the meaning of those pedestrians' lives. Ivan dragged the curtains, hiding the window behind them, at touch they felt silky and nice, and their blue colour complimented the grey walls of his apartment, giving it a small bit of life. His bed was by the side of the window, on the right side. Each morning, Ivan would neatly clean the bed and then his room, doing such small things calmed him, even though Samson requested Ivan to live a life of hedonism, Ivan wasn't listening to him. After dragging the curtains over the window he put on his black coat over the red flannel, the coat quickly warmed up Ivan's cold body, as a matter of fact, inside the apartment was cold, afterwards Ivan put on his black shoes and left his apartment, locking the door behind him, leaving Samson on the ceiling alone.

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