Blessed be the Daughters of Cain.     Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception.     Blessed be their whore mothers.     Tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again.     Blessed be the children.     Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence.     Blessed be you, girl.     Promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you.    (Ptolemaea, Ethel Cain)