Abel. He loved Cain, he took care of Cain. Cain would fall into a lake and pretend he was drowning. Abel would rush in to save his brother. He was always saving Cain. And Cain would let him.
But Cain hated Abel. He knew that Abel was better than he was. Abel had God's spirit. He spoke to God. He would look and see good inside himself because he had the spirit of God. But, Cain was busy tending his fields. He was more handsome than Abel. He was strong and tanned from his hard labor, sweating over those fields. The women loved him. His guilt-ridden parents would take care of him all the time and Cain let them.
Abel, the quiet one...the one who lent a helping hand, the one who spoke gently and reminded those he loved about the goodness of God. The one tending his sheep on the high hill and knew the voices of each one of his sheep. He would cry, hard and bitterly, about how things could have been. He was so sad that sometimes he wanted to die. There was always an emptiness deep inside him.
Abel's goodness made Cain very jealous. He didn't want to be like Abel, yet something inside him wished he could be. And he became angry and hated Abel.
Cain brought his offering to God. Cain was proud of his offering. He was the first-born and worked hard in the field. He came strutting with his offering.
Abel had killed a perfect lamb. He was full of sadness for the way the earth had become. Everything was dying all around him. He loved listening to the stories his parent's told him about the time before they had to leave Eden. It was all so real to him. So, he gave the best of his flock to tell God that he was sorry for all these things happening around him. And God had respect for Abel's offering.
And Cain became so full of wrath that he brought Abel out in the field. And Cain killed Abel.