Rise of The Fallen
He chuckled.
“Cain must be back.” I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t had a lot of experience with Cain, other than seeing him at a distance. He definitely had a fan club among some of the younger Nephilim females, all of them jostling for a look at the man. I knew of Cain and his actions from the stories, and respected him greatly; but was I going to fangirl over the man? No. He and my father were good friends, and I knew he was decent enough in character, but he often went away on long missions; his need to wander pulled him this way and that. He had been gone this time for close to a half a century. Prior to that he had been gone a century, right around the time I was born; so I had only seen him