As he stretched his arms in a long yawn Cain couldn’t help but think how crazy humans were. They spent all their puny lives trying to amass material wealth or create a legacy in which they’d be remember for all eternity, or Cain’s favorite...learn the meaning of life. He’d seen it a million times already, even at his young age of only 387 years old, they would toil hard in the fields earning a measly sum, or fight each other in the hopes that would be the winners and would get recognition for their doings, for what? Just to lose all their money when they died or to have a sentence written about them in a history book that most people wouldn’t even read? Seemed quite useless to him, why bother with any of that knowing you could die any day, to Cain the only thing you had to do was simple: Live and that’s just what he did.
However humans weren’t useless, turning to the sleeping beauty next to him, Cain couldn’t help but smile as he admired her succulent corpus. Besides being a perfect cure for the urges of the flesh they had invented quite a few useful things such as alcohol, cloths, sandals, a way of cooking meat, did he mention alcohol? They were beneath him, but he admired their spirit and sometimes a few of them actually had some knowledge of the world around them.
Off in the distance Cain heard a rooster croak its annoying morning alarm and that told him it was time to leave. As much as he would love to stay here on the comfortable bed of straw with this sweet piece of candy and perhaps give it another go, he’d learn from past mistakes, when the rooster cries you run and hide. Silently rising, making sure he did not disturb his play thing, he cleaned his white shirt of any hay that was lingering on him and with a crack of his neck and quick reminiscing look at his previous days conquest he climbed through the overlooking window of the barn.