Genesis 4

Now it came to pass, in the early dawn of mortal time, that the seasons began their relentless cycle over the untamed face of the newborn Earth. Where once held the perpetual, temperate balance of the spiritual garden, there now blew the harsh shifts of wind, frost, and searing sun a world fashioned by the heavy hands of Samael, the Demiurge.

It was during the deep chill of late autumn, as the golden leaves fell withered from the wild trees and the earth hardened under the approach of winter, that Eve went into labor within a dark cave of stone. From her womb came forth maternal twins, brought into the cold air of physical existence under the shadow of the fallen realm.

The firstborn was Cain, begotten of the fruit of Samael carrying within his veins the cunning, fierce, and earth-bound nature of the blind god. The secondborn was Abel, begotten of the seed of Adam bearing the gentle, contemplative spirit of the true Divine line. In the years that followed, as spring thaws gave way to the humid heats of midsummer, Adam and Eve were blessed with daughters and many other children, populating the valleys beneath the watchful, silent skies.

As the twin brothers grew into manhood, a bitter disparity became plain to all who dwelt in the valley. Cain worked the soil and hunted the wild beast, and in all his endeavors, he prospered exceedingly. He became the most beloved of Yahweh-Samael, the god of this world. Rain fell favorably upon Cain’s crops, his hunts were ever fruitful, and the earth seemed to yield its bounty to his touch.

Abel, who tended the gentle flocks along the quiet riverbanks, looked upon his brother with a heavy heart. Abel could not figure out why the god of this world favored Cain so deeply while looking upon his own humble offerings with indifference. He did not yet comprehend that Samael favored Cain because Cain was of his own line, carrying the dark ambition and earthly pride of the Demiurge himself.

The fateful day arrived in the dry, scorching heat of high summer, when the grass was parched yellow and the streams ran low in the rocky wilderness of the eastern hills. Cain and Abel walked together into the solitary scrubland, far from the tents of their family. The sun stood at its meridian, casting short, dark shadows upon the dusty ground.

​A dark impulse, whispered from the subtle realm of Samael, took root in Cain’s heart. While out hunting, Cain stood upon a high, desolate ridge overlooking the dry valley. With deliberate, quiet motion, Cain reached behind his shoulder and pulled a sharp hunting arrow from his leather quiver. He set the notched end onto the hemp string of his wooden bow, raised the frame, and pulled the cord back to his cheek until the wood creaked under the tension.

With cold precision, he released the bowstring. The arrow cut through the hot, still air with a sharp hiss, striking his brother Abel directly in the chest.

Abel fell to the earth, his blood soaking into the parched dust of Samael’s world. In that quiet, terrible moment under the blazing midsummer sun, Abel died from the fatal shot. Thus, through the line of the adversary, the first murder was committed, and the heavy curse of death and physical violence was introduced as the first great evil upon the Earth.