[Suzerain of Sheol]

His essence dwindling by the second, Cain has no time for aught but the most ephemeral reflections on his death. His last words echo hollowly through the devastated chamber.

THUS DO WE INHERIT THIS GODLESS WORLD. MAY IT BE BLESSED. MY DEAR KILLERS... GIVE MY REGARDS TO SETH.

The presence fades, the fell sense of otherworldly will that blighted the chamber since their arrival is gone. The Murderer is dead.