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Beyond Paradise

Summary:

Lucifer, Lilith and Eve are in hell. The three of them are in their poly relationship but someone is missing. The First man Adam. They had expected him to end up in hell with them after his death but Heaven had decided he was worthy.

Lucifer and Lilith believe its only a matter of time before he falls. Eve is more impatient and perhaps too obsessive when it comes to her true love. A ploy is needed to bring him down.

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I wanted to write a yandere Eve and Dadam so there you go.

24/04/2024 - Somehow, I have a yandere Sera and Emily now too.

27/04/2024 - Yandere Lute too and some of her sisters ... maybe all.

10/05/2024 - Changed all the years to B.C. so hopefully less confusion.

21/05/2024 - Added KeeKee out of SPITE!

23/05/2024 - Changed the title to just Beyond Paradise.

Notes:

This is my first story ever so please be kind.

Sadly, English is my first language so I have no excuses for any errors.

Chapter 1: Temptation and Consequence

Chapter Text

Over 6,000 years. That is how long it has been since they first met in Eden. A time when all four of them were happy. But for Lucifer, It wasn't enough. He believed that these humans were limited. Their potential not being realized. Lucifer wanted to introduce "Free will" to them, to let them choose for themselves and not be subservient.

At least, that is what he tells people.

The first to have a taste of "Free will" would be Lilith, the woman he fiercely loved with a passion. Already from the start, she had a rebellious spirit, questioning the angels and Adam. That fiery spirit was what drew him to her.

Lucifer held up the forbidden fruit to her and It was no surprise that she readily accepted the fruit. With a single bite, she felt a sense of euphoria she had never felt before. She had newfound knowledge and she needed to share it.

"How do you feel?" Lucifer asked. "Do you feel ... different?"

"I feel amazing! How could I be so blind!? We must share this with Adam and Eve!" Exclaimed Lilith.

"We will." Lucifer replies.

The two of them trudge through Eden and soon come upon Adam. The first man and the first in Eden. He was the pinnacle of curiosity, studying the animal patterns, trying to understand the different materials around Eden and building new inventions. Adam loved to build as much as he loved to gardened. When they chanced upon him, he was already working with some wooden poles he fashioned and feathers.

Adam hears rustling and turns to see Lilith and Lucifer emerge from the forest.

"Come see my new invention! I believe I can make wings like the angels using these wooden poles I fashioned from the tress and these feathers I took from the swans." Adam points at the materials around him as he mentally tries to piece them together. He had inspected Lucifer wings and some of the birds as well up close before and now he just needed to know how to piece them together.

Lucifer was sure that Adam would accept the fruit just as Lilith had. After all, Adam was his first and best friend. Lucifer was there when he was first introduced and before Lilith and Eve were created, the two of them had hung out in the garden nearly everyday. Lucifer regaling him with tales of Heaven and Adam excitedly showing Lucifer around the garden about everything he named and every new discovery.

While they had their quarrels when Lilith was introduced, their friendship had prevailed. With time and communication, Adam had begrudgingly accepted that Lilith was not the one for him. She and him were too similar and would butt heads constantly. Overtime, a sibling relationship had been established between Adam and Lilith. All became well when Eve was introduced to them. Adam and Eve fell head over heels for each other immediately and Lucifer was glad their friendship continued to be strong.

To their utter surprise, Adam rejected the apple.

"Why are you holding the forbidden fruit? You know Sera and the others have forbidden us from eating, let alone touching it." Adam questioned.

Lilith was ready to open up and share with Adam about what she experienced but Lucifer brought his hand up to stop her. He knew Adam. If they push too hard, he will fight back and soon enough, he won't even listen to them. Therefore, he tried a gentle, more encouraging approach. He didn't want Adam to know that Lilith had bitten the apple and panic so he showed the other side of the apple to Adam.

"Adam, please. Sera and the others were wrong about the fruit being your death. The fruit can grant you the answers to the questions you have always asked when we first met." Lucifer pleaded to his first and best friend, lifting the apple and letting it shine in all its glory. Practically begging for the first man to bite into it.

"You're wrong!" Adam shouts. How can Lucifer speak ill of the other angels!? While they weren't around as often as Lucifer, they were still beings that Adam trusted. Especially Sera, the first being he ever saw when he first opened his eyes. Sera was the one who taught him how to walk, the one who showed him around the garden and the one who comforted him during the first thunderstorm. Sera had found him curled up in the cave like a frightened child. She had approached him and embraced him in the warmest hug he had ever experienced with her wings gently wrapped around him.

Adam backs away from them with a look of confusion and pain. The angels couldn't be wrong but here was Lucifer telling him otherwise. It doesn't make sense!

"Its okay Adam. We're talk more about this later okay? I promise that I mean no harm to you." Lucifer felt guilty. The look of pain that Adam was showing had hurt him like never before. How was he to convince his best friend that what he offer was to his benefit? Regardless, now wasn't the time to push.

Lucifer and Lilith retreated back into the forest. Perhaps with Eve, Adam's wife, he would be more receptive. With that, they began their search for the future mother of humanity.

After several minutes, Adam had calmed down from the encounter. Something was wrong and he wasn't sure what. Was it the angels? Was it Lucifer? Why did he try to convince him and not Lilith too? The apple looked whole so he didn't get Lilith to bite the apple?

"They hate me? They want to get rid of me?" Adam ponders and logically, this seemed right to him. His best friend now hates him and wants him dead. So Lucifer lied about the apple so that he would take a bite and return to dust. But why?

This was too much for Adam. He needed someone. Someone to tell him what is right and what was wrong. He needed Sera or one of the other angels to clarify what is happening. Without a second thought, Adam begins his search around the garden for Sera or any other angel. He knew they would patrol and sometimes spend time with him or the others. He had to inform them of what has happened.

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Lucifer and Lilith soon found Eve gathering assorted berries and tree sap. Eve was humming a melody so enchanting that several birds were flying around her and singing in tune with her. If they can convince Eve to eat the apple, than Adam would soon follow and they will be happier than ever before. While Eve may not be as resistant as Adam, they didn't want to take any chances. Before approaching her, Lucifer bites into the apple. The apple now has two bite marks.

"Eve?" Lilith approaches her. "What are you doing?"

"Oh Lilith! Adam had asked that I gather some berries and tree sap for him. Have you seen his new invention? He says that we may be able to soar like Lucifer and the angels soon! He is so smart isn't he!?" Eve excitedly tell Lilith.

Smart isn't the word Lilith would use. While Adam's inventions usually fail or require more fine tuning and several more tries, she does admit that he has the drive and will to learn from his mistakes and keep trying. Credit where credit is due though, he invented the curtain which blocked the sunlight which allowed them to sleep in. A new word that she learned after biting the apple perfectly describes Adam. Determined.

"Eve, I have a fruit here that I would like you to try." Lilith steps closer and holds up the apple to Eve. Eve stares at the fruit before blinking and jumping back in shock.

"That's the forbidden fruit! Adam said that we should never eat or touch it!" Eve exclaims.

"Because it would be our deaths? But look." Lilith shows the fruit in its entirety to Eve. Pointing to the two bite marks. "Adam and I have bitten into the fruit and nothing bad has befallen us. Instead, we are blessed with the knowledge that the angel possesses and want to share it with you."

After some hesitation, Eve replies. "Where is Adam? Why isn't he here than?"

"You know Adam, still working on those wings. With his newfound knowledge he immediately went to building." Lilith replies.

To Eve, that made sense. Adam was curious and a little impulsive so with the knowledge that this fruit supposedly gave, he would work on making something new.

"I -" Lilith cuts Eve off before she can say more.

"Don't you trust me?" Lilith amethyst eyes stares into Eve emerald eyes. A looking of begging and pleading for her to accept the fruit offered.

After what felt like hours but had only been a minute at most, Eve nods her head.

"I trust you." Eve raises the apple to her lips and takes a bite.

-

After close to an hour, Adam had found Sera patrolling the gardens. "Sera!" He calls out desperately. Sera head whips to look at Adam, never hearing him call out to her so desperately before. She flies down and lands in front of him with her arms open to embrace him. Adam immediately jumps into her arms and both of them hug each other tightly.

"What is wrong Adam? You seem very troubled." Sera ask. She has never seen Adam this upset before and it worries her.

"Its Lucifer! I think he wants to kill me." Adam says in a panic with tears in his eyes.

"What!?" Sera feels herself flare up, several eyes appearing over her humanoid form as she looks into the sad golden eyes of Adam. Someone dares to harm her son! Adam! She will not stand for this.

Sera takes a moment to compose herself before returning to her more calm and collected form. Perhaps it was simply another argument that Adam and Lucifer were having that was blown out of proportion.

However, Sera fears were soon realized as Adam explained what had transpired earlier. With the mention of the forbidden fruit, Sera had to call upon Michael and the others to resolve this situation. She releases Adam from her hold, though reluctant to do so. She didn't want to let go when he was in such an emotional state but she had to perform her duties.

"Adam." Sera looks to him with resolve in her eyes. "I'm going to gather the rest of the angels and we will resolve this when we return. In the meantime, I want you to go and find Eve and keep her away from Lucifer. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sera." Adam replies, wiping the tears from his eyes. With that, Sera quickly takes to the skies and returns to Heaven.

Adam runs into the forest, yelling out for Eve.

"Eve! Where are you!? Eve! ... Please!" Adam continues to call out to her for the next ten minutes before finally he heard her beautiful voice.

"Adam?" Eve calls out.

-

Eve couldn't believe what she was feeling after taking that bite. Questions that had plagued her mind were immediately answered and most importantly, her love for Adam had increased tenfold. With the knowledge of Good & Evil, Eve is more than certain that her husband was all good and perhaps more so. Words she had never heard before suddenly filled her mind and she wanted nothing more than to cradle Adam and whisper those loving words to him. Her mind starts drifting to lust filled thoughts of having her way with Adam. But before she could race off to find him, Lucifer and Lilith stopped her.

"Why are you stopping me? I have to find Adam! There is so much I want to say and share with him!" Eve was feeling elated and needed her husband to share in her joy.

"We have a confession to make." Lucifer said. "Adam never ate the apple."

Now with the truth out, Eve smile drops.

"You lied to me!? Why!?" Eve felt anger and wanted to slap Lucifer but Lilith stops her.

"Please listen Eve. We offered the apple to Adam but he refused. We wanted him to share in this marvelous wonder but he didn't want to hear it. So we came to you instead." Lilith holds onto Eve hands and look into her eyes. "Please understand. You are the only one who can convince him to eat the apple. Once you do, the four of us will go back to as it was. We'll be laughing and smiling once again. You've eaten the fruit, you know its not bad and no one died."

Eve looks at the fruit in her hand. Yes, she never died and she only feels better than she ever felt before. This fruit is a good thing ... right? It has to be.

"I will. I will convince Adam to eat the fruit." Eve says with determination in her eyes. Eating the fruit has only made her feel more love for her husband so surely if he ate the fruit, the result would be the same for him.

The three of them move through the garden at a quick pace to locate Adam. They reached the area that they first found him in but the makeshift wings that he was creating was left in the same state as they saw it earlier. Next they tried the cave that they resided in but he was not there either.

Lucifer hears the flaps of powerful wings and he looks up to see Sera flying up to Heaven in a mad rush. This is both good and bad. Good that they know the general direction Adam is in but bad because Sera knows. He informs the two women and now it has become a race against time to find Adam and have him eat the fruit before the other angels return.

As they sprint in his direction, they soon felt relived to hear his voice calling out for Eve.

All three of them were ready to confront the first man but Lucifer and Lilith opted to stay behind. They knew he would not be pleased to see them and Eve was their only hope now. While Eve doesn't know why, Lucifer had cautioned Eve to have Adam eat the fruit before Sera returns or risk losing him.

"Adam?" Eve calls out.

-

"Eve!" Adam calls out to her when he sees her, a wide smile spreading across his face as relief washes over him. Eve, his beloved fashioned from his rib. The woman he fell so deeply in love with, the one he held close and cuddled with every night. She was the one he would playfully tickle, teasingly asking for his rib back as they shared giggles and kisses.

However, his happiness did not last long. His gaze trailed from her face to her hands, where he saw the forbidden fruit, bearing three distinct bite marks.

"Why!? Why do you have that!?" Adam points to the fruit in her hands.

It couldn't be! The woman he loved more than anything in the garden had betrayed him! Sweet Eve would never!

"Adam, please listen to me!" Eve begged as she approached him. "I have eaten the fruit, and it's not what the angels are saying it is! It doesn't kill you; it gives you knowledge! Please, Adam, just one bite!"

Adam is perplexed and worried. If Eve ate the fruit and is still here, then it means the angels were wrong. The fruit doesn't grant death.

Or was she tricking him? Sera wouldn't lie to him, so perhaps Eve never ate the fruit and is conspiring to kill him as well. JUST LIKE LUCIFER! ... But that is impossible, those time spent together, the love they shared. They couldn't be a lie ... could they?

Eve can see the hesitation and panic in his eyes. She reaches out and holds his hand before bringing up the fruit and taking another bite to prove the legitimacy of what she is saying.

Adam sees her swallow the fruit and knows for sure that Eve speaks the truth, but despite this, the doubt in his mind says there is a reason the angels forbid it.

Eve raises the fruit to his mouth. "Please, Adam. Eat it."

Adam looks at the fruit. The temptation to do so is there, but the doubt in his mind is stronger than the temptation. He just has to wait; Sera will soon be back, and all this will be cleared up for him.

"I'm sorry but no." Adam says. Eve is shocked. She hadn't expected him to turn her down of all people.

A loud boom overhead signals the portal from Heaven opening. The angels will arrive shortly. Eve is running out of time.

Eve must, no, she will have Adam by her side come hell or high waters. Seemingly out of options, Eve tackles Adam to the ground. While she may be shorter and smaller than Adam, his guard was down, and Eve was more determined than ever to be together with him. She brings the apple to his mouth and forces it into his mouth.

Adam is panicking. Eve has never been so aggressive before, and the very fruit that was forbidden is in his mouth. He wants to fight her off, but he can't bring himself to hurt her. Eve knees him in the gut, forcing Adam to bite down on the apple in pain. When she hears the satisfying crunch sound, she removes the fruit and covers his mouth with both of her hands.

"SWALLOW IT, ADAM! PLEASE!" Eve cries out. The angels are fast approaching.

Adam swallows, but the chunk he bit was too big and becomes lodged in his throat. He begins choking.

Seeing his distress, Eve quickly gets off him and sits him up, hoping he'll cough up the obstruction. He coughs and spits out most of it, but he still feels a small piece lodged in his throat. Eve hopes it will be enough.

Sera and the other angels descend with a forceful impact, surrounding the couple. Sera had seen what was happening as she approached and moves to pull Adam away from Eve, holding him tightly against herself. She places her hand on Adam's head and checks him over, letting out a breath of relief.

"He is still pure. A piece is embedded in his throat, but it has not affected him. Thank heavens."

Eve is distraught upon hearing what Sera had just said. No! She won't let Adam be taken away from her!

Eve quickly picks up the fruit and charges towards Adam while he is cradled in Sera's arms. Michael stops her before she can get anywhere near them, knocking her to the ground and stabbing the fruit before setting it ablaze with his sword. He picks Eve up, holding her tightly by her shoulders, and demands to know what has happened. Eve explains what transpired between her, Lilith, and Lucifer. She had been tricked, she said, claiming that they insisted Adam ate the fruit before her, so she had to do the same.

Several angels soon emerge from the trees with their swords brandished, Lucifer and Lilith in cuffs. Michael's look of disappointment is evident to everyone around as he stares at Lucifer. Approaching him, Michael brings his sword up to Lucifer's neck.

"It is never enough for you, is it? We looked the other way when you insisted on taking Lilith for yourself. Even when you begged to stay in Eden with them, we looked the other way. But now, now you choose to corrupt our perfect creation!? Because of you, evil has been introduced into the world through them!" Michael shouts, reprimanding Lucifer.

"I gave them free will! The freedom to choose!" Lucifer defends.

"You created us to be perfect, but we are nothing more than pets to you! Experiments!" Lilith exclaims.

"What's done is done. You have ruined our creation! Fortunately, not all is lost. Adam is still clean, and perhaps we can still salvage this," Michael says, looking around before stabbing a hole into the ground, creating a massive pit.

"Lucifer, for your transgressions, and Lilith, for your willingness to partake in the fruit, we sentence you both to an eternity in darkness! You will never see the light of Heaven nor Earth!"

"Michael, please!" Lucifer pleads. But before any more words could be said, the angels rip his wings off in a flash and toss both Lucifer and Lilith into the pit. Their screams can be heard for a while as they descend before the pit closes up.

Eve can only watch as their fate is sealed. Is this what awaits her too? Why did she eat that apple? Why did she trust them? Now she is going to lose the love of her life, and it was all because of THEM!

Adam is able to catch his breath just as he sees Michael approaching Eve.

"Eve, seeing as you were tricked. We have decided to be more lenient with your punishment. You are to leave Eden and wander the Earth for the rest of your mortal life." Michael points towards the Eden gates as it opens.

Eve would rather die than be without Adam. To live her life without him would be hell. She wants him. She NEEDS him. To her surprise, Adam had risen out of Sera arms and came over to Eve defense.

Sera tried to reach for Adam, to stop him but it was too late.

"Michael, please. I beg you. Spare Eve. She was tricked by Lucifer and Lilith. She didn't know." Adam is on his knees beside Eve, trying to shield her the best he can.

"She did know. She knew the fruit was expressly forbidden but still chose to eat it. Her punishment is warranted." Michael sternly says.

"Than I should be punished as well!" Adam retorts. Everyone gasp and Sera quickly jumps forward to Michael side.

"Adam, you need not be punished. You are still pure and despite eating the fruit against your will, you resisted temptation and spat it out." Sera rebuts. "Do not fret Adam, we will simply fashion you a new wife from another rib."

Eve winces at her words and nuzzles more into Adam side. Adam in response, holds her closer.

"No. I failed my duties as a husband to protect my wife. I failed in preventing her from falling into temptation. I failed to be by her side when Lucifer and Lilith were tricking her. As head of the family, its only fair that I bear the blame as well." Adam gulps before nervously speaking his next words.

"I will leave the garden with her."

"NO!" Sera shouts but before anything could be done, Michael holds up his hand and stops her.

"Very well. Adam, you are hereby cursed to toil for your food. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken." Michael declares. "However, because you resisted temptation, we promise you a place in Heaven upon your death so long as you remain pure."

Sera feels her heart ache as she watches Michael declare their punishment. This may be the last time she will ever see her son Adam.

"As for you, Eve, we will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor, you will give birth to children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you," Michael declares to Eve.

Eve couldn't be more ecstatic. While it is sad that they are being expelled from Eden, she still has Adam in her life. Though the prospect of painful childbirth is daunting, her desire for her husband remains strong, and since Adam rules over her, it means he will never leave her.

They both stand and walk towards the gate, ready to start their new life. But before they leave, Sera calls out.

"Adam."

Adam turns around and looks to Sera. She approaches him and opens her arms wide. Without hesitation, Adam jumps into her embrace, giving Sera one last hug before they have to leave.

Sera can't help shedding a few tears as she holds him, not wanting to let go because once she does, she'll never know when she will see him again.

"Promise me, Adam. Promise me you will be good, okay?" Sera looks into his golden eyes, pleading.

"I promise ... Mom." Adam promises. Sera had always corrected him in the beginning whenever he tried to call her mom, but this one time, she truly believes to be his mom.

"Goodbye ... son." Sera kisses his forehead and reluctantly releases her hold on Adam. He slowly parts from her and returns to Eve's side, who looks slightly jealous.

Hand in hand, Adam and Eve leave the garden.

As soon as they step out, the gate to the garden disappears, and they find themselves in a foreign world.

Chapter 2: Echoes of Eden

Summary:

Mama Sera and Lucifer look back on fonder memories ... Where did it all go so wrong?

Adam and Eve just trying to survive. Eve more so on love.

Notes:

After posting Chapter 1, I started playing Helldivers 2 when it crashed ... again. So now I'm doing Chapter 2.

I quite amazed at the fact my first story got over a 100 kudos on the first chapter alone. Thank you all so much for your support!

And thank you all for the comments, I read all of them and know many of you support Mama Sera.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

With the Eden project in shambles, many of the angels dedicated to it had returned to their regular duties, save for a few who continue to stand guard. Sera sits in her office and contemplates. So many questions and what-ifs.

Why did we allow Lucifer so much freedom? Did Lucifer have ill intentions for them from the start? Lilith had been somewhat obedient until she took an interest in Lucifer. Perhaps that is when it had started. I should have separated the two when I saw them getting intimate. It was because of them that Adam was the first man to experience heartbreak ...

Adam's first heartbreak ... Sera remembers it well. She was monitoring Eden on the screen during her day-to-day when she saw Lucifer and Lilith sit Adam down. They talked for near an hour. There was no sound as she had the monitor on mute to continue doing her paperwork, but as the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.

Adam's actions were very loud. He sat and stood numerous times, pacing back and forth in a fit, slamming his fist on the tree nearby. All this while Lilith and Lucifer sat and let him throw his anger around. Though his actions were aggressive, he never made any move to attack the couple in front of him.

What got Sera out of her seat was when Adam bolted away from them with tears in his eyes. Adam crying... every time she sees it, her heart aches and it brings her back to the time she found him in his cave during his first thunderstorm. The innocent boy thought that Heaven was angry with him and hid. Sera was concerned when she found him curled up and shivering.

"Adam, is something the matter?" Sera asked.

"Are you mad at me?" Adam peeked over his shoulder and asked fearfully. "Did I do something to upset you?"

Sera slowly approaches him and sits beside him. "Why do you think we are upset?" She asks, her wings draping over him.

"The sound and the white light... it came from above. I've never heard of it before." Adam nestles himself with Sera's wings over him; he begins to calm down.

Sera chuckles and ushers him closer.

"That is a natural occurrence. You see, when it rains heavily, the clouds bump into each other. That creates the white light that you saw." Sera explains, while not totally accurate, was accurate enough for him. "Do you have a name for it?"

"A name?" Adam asks, looking puzzled.

"Yes, remember, you are to name everything."

Adam ponders as he crawls out from under her wings, his curiosity once more taking over. He stands by the entrance of the cave as he looks out; another bolt of lightning can be seen.

"Lightning... I'll call that white light from the sky. Lightning." Adam declares.

Sera smirks, feeling proud like watching a baby take his first steps. "And the sound?" She asks.

"Thunder. Lightning and thunder." Adam smiles, feeling proud that he named even more phenomena. His smile was short-lived as another loud thunder can be heard. In time, Adam would grow to not fear it, but for now, he was very much scared. He quickly retreats to Sera's side and hugs her.

"Mom ... please stay." Adam begs with pleading eyes as he looks at Sera.

"Now Adam, I've already told you that I'm not your mother." Sera explains, and she sees Adam's face fall. Sera wasn't sure why seeing him sad made her ache but regardless, she reaches out and pulls him in and wraps him in a wing hug.

"But don't worry. I'll stay with you for today." Adam relaxes in her hold and nuzzles up to her, burying his face in her neck.

Sera smiles as she gently strokes Adam's head and caresses his back, lulling him to sleep and for the rest of the night, even the loudest thunder wouldn't wake him.

Sera had not realized it then, but she wished that night had lasted longer. Holding her son Adam made her feel ... complete.

-

Sera snaps out of her memories and rushes out of her office to Eden. Upon entering, she saw Lucifer and Lilith at the same place she had seen on the monitor earlier. Ignoring that, Adam was her priority. She flew straight to his cave, which was now more furnished with furniture that he had invented. She peeked into the cave and saw him lying on his makeshift bed he had fashioned out of leaves and cotton. As she neared him, she could hear muffled sobs coming from him.

"Adam?" Sera whispered.

"Go away, Sera," Adam replied curtly.

Now, that was not how Adam usually greeted her. Normally, it would always be with a smile and a hug. She wouldn't have her son Adam changing that routine anytime soon if she could help it. She wouldn't admit it, but hugging Adam had always been the highlight of her visits. Sera walked over and sat beside him. Adam tried to scoot away, but Sera wasn't having any of that. She forcefully picked him up and plopped him down on her lap. Grabbing his face, she forced him to look at her in the eyes.

"Tell me, Adam. What happened?" Sera demanded.

Adam struggled to get free, but Sera had a strong grip on him, and with her wings wrapped around him, he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Adam sighed in defeat and explained what happened. Lilith and Lucifer had sat him down to talk about their relationship. Lilith loved Adam, but not in the same way that Adam loved her. There was love, but it was similar to a sibling's form of love.

Sera was puzzled. When they created Lilith, she was perfect in every aspect. She had to be, for she was to be Adam's equal, so the two of them should have gotten along like soulmates. Instead, problem after problem seemed to keep cropping up. It ranged from small issues like 'What to eat?' to 'Why is it only Adam who is allowed to name things?'. While they were created equal, they weren't meant for the same duties.

Lucifer soon took an interest in her and filled her head with wonder. It wasn't concerning at first, as Lucifer had done the same with Adam. He would tell him tales of Heaven, and sometimes, Adam would take inspiration from it and start inventing. Lilith, on the other hand, started questioning, wanting more than Eden could provide. Lucifer's tales only inspired her to reach for the unattainable; perhaps it is why she desired Lucifer. Though, credit where credit is due, Lucifer and Lilith at least told Adam upfront of their relationship. Sera was sure Lucifer would feel far too guilty keeping it a secret from his best friend.

For what felt like hours, Adam cried into Sera's shoulder as she held him.

"Why Sera? Why am I not enough!?" Adam questions. He looks down feeling dejected. "I gave her everything and it still wasn't enough."

"Adam," Sera said in a soft but firm voice. Adam momentarily stopped crying and looked at her. Unsure of how to comfort him, all she could do was offer a solution. "I promise, we will fashion you a new wife. One who will love and cherish you for who you are and will NEVER leave you."

All Adam could do was nod and continue to cry his heart out.

"Please ... just for today. Stay." Adam pleaded. He hated being alone, and right now, he needed someone with him.

"Okay, Adam. I'll stay," Sera whispers into his ears, assuring him that he won't be alone on this sad occasion. She felt Adam's arms tighten around her, afraid to let go.

She gave him a kiss on the forehead as he slowly lulled to sleep in her arms. Gathering some angelic power in her hand, she pressed her palm to his forehead, the power ensuring he stayed asleep for what was to come next. Once assured that he was in a deep sleep, her hand reached down towards his chest area, and with a sickening crunch, a rib was removed. Soon, Adam would have a new wife.

-

For a whole day, their bodies lay flat against the crater they created with their impact. The pain of falling had been immense. Lucifer and Lilith find themselves crashing into a barren wasteland devoid of life. As far as the eye can see, there is only brimstone and stale air. Very different from the Eden they once lived in where everything was lush, green and full of life.

Lucifer being a former angel before had already started recovering. "Are you ... okay?" Lucifer croaks out with a hoarse voice. Reaching over to take Lilith hand in his. No sound came from Lilith except her steady breathing and in response to his question, she squeezes his hand. Lucifer breathe a sigh of relief. If he had lost Lilith, he would probably off himself right here and now.

Lucifer sits up with great effort. He feels his burnt skin being pulled taut. Yet, in this moment, he can't help but have his thought drift over to Adam and Eve. Lately, guilt has been an emotion that has haunted him in recent times. The first time it happened was when he discovered he loved both Adam and Lilith. The memory forever burnt in his mind. He desired both but Heaven wouldn't permit it.

Lucifer wasn't allowed to be a part of the 'human' creation, ever since that fiasco with the platypus that he created. Since he had been relegated to just observing, observe he will. He saw Sera and a few of the other angels gather the dust from the earth and and shape his form. They first started with his height (Which he is sure it was because they were making a jab at him!) while not as tall as Sera, he towered over most others. Chestnut brown hair followed with a lithe and toned body. In short, the first man was gorgeous!

But what sealed the deal for Lucifer were the final touches. His eyes. A beautiful golden shine. When Lucifer locked eyes with the man, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up against him and stare into those eyes. He just knew, he had to have the first man.

After Adam was created, the angels placed him in Eden. Sera would be the first angel he sees while others, including Lucifer, stood back.

When Adam awoke for the first time, he had trouble moving. Unsure of where or what he is, he sits up and just a few feet from him stood Sera. Just like a newborn toddler, he wasn't sure what was going on, he could move but he didn't know how to walk. Sera seeing him struggle, stepped forward and took his hand in her own.

Thanks to his natural curiosity, Adam learned fast. Over the next week, Sera would teach Adam how to walk, eat and talk. Once he had sufficiently learned enough, Sera gave him his task and a warning to stay away from the forbidden fruit. This left Adam free to explore Eden and over the next three days, he went around giving names to everything in sight and even those out of sight.

Nestled on a nearby tree top was Lucifer. He still couldn't get over how gorgeous Adam looked and how gentle and caring he was with the animals around him. While interacting with the humans were not outright banned, it was highly discouraged. Of course to Lucifer, he didn't care. So long as he was allowed, he was going to take advantage. Its time he introduced himself with an introduction befitting that of an angel.

Lucifer spreads his six wings and from up high, descends towards Adam with a bright glowing light he manifested above him.

"Greeting Adam, be not afraid." Lucifer bellows. "For I come -"

Lucifer was quickly interrupted by the first man when he jumped and reached up to Lucifer and picked him up by the shoulders.

"Wait, what!?" Lucifer questions before he was suddenly spun around in circles.

"Wow! Another angel! Did Sera send you!?" Adam excitedly shouts as he spins Lucifer around like a ragdoll before soon coming to a stop. "Oh wait, Sera said I had to name everything in the garden so since you're in the garden, I have to name you."

Lucifer was still reeling from being spun around like that, trying to regain his bearings.

"Hmmm ... you look very much like one of the birds I named earlier." Adam ponders as he studies Lucifer. "I got it! I'll name you Cock-a-tile."

Lucifer finally regained his senses and jump away from Adam. "I have a name and I'm an angel! My name is Lucifer!" Lucifer declares as he straighten his robes.

Adam looks at Lucifer, continuing to study the new angel presented before him. "Do all angels have names?"

"Yes, all angels have names." Lucifer states. "You didn't name Sera after all."

That is true. Adam didn't name Sera. So all the angels had names. He made a mental note of that.

"So why are you here Lucifer?" Adam ask. Lucifer is the second angel he has seen since Sera.

"I'm here to check up on you and your progress," Lucifer replies.

Excitement soon washes over him as Adam immediately grabs Lucifer's hand and starts showing him around the garden and everything he has named. So much curiosity, wonder, and amazement shine in the first man's eyes, and while he has already seen what the garden has to offer, it feels like a new experience all over again. As they continue their tour, Adam eagerly introduces Lucifer to every corner of the garden, from the towering trees to the bubbling streams. With each discovery, Adam's joy seems to deepen, and Lucifer can't help but be swept up in the excitement of it all.

Then came the most exciting part for Lucifer. They had come upon a lake, and swimming in it was Lucifer's first creation. Adam waded into the water and gently picked up a small yellow animal. He presents the creature to Lucifer, which he sees nuzzling itself in Adam's hand. "I call this one a duck. It is so cute!" Adam can't help but coo at the little creature in his palm.

Lucifer can't help but find the whole scene adorable. To think one of his creations would spark so much joy and amazement in someone instead of the usual irritation and annoyance from his fellow angels. Lucifer reaches out and begins to ruffle the first man's hair. At this action, Adam gives Lucifer a puzzled look.

"What are you doing?" Adam asks.

"Hmmm ... I'm petting you, just like how you pet that little duck," Lucifer smirks.

Adam is fascinated. This is a new feeling; his face feels warm, and there is a comforting feel of safety and love. He likes being petted. Perhaps if he shows Lucifer more, he may continue to pet him, and maybe one day, Sera will also pet him.

From that day forward, Lucifer would visit the garden nearly every day. Always seeking out the first man who seemed to always discover or invent something new, and at night, Lucifer would tell Adam about his time in Heaven and share stories with him as they cuddle in his cave. Lucifer could never take his ocean blue eyes off of Adam's golden ones.

Lucifer snaps out of his memories. He looks towards Lilith, who remains unconscious. In this moment, Lucifer needs to be strong. He may have lost Adam and Eve, but he'll be damned if he loses Lilith too. She needs him, and he needs her.

He releases her hand and crawls out of the crater they made. His wings are healing, but it will take months or maybe more before they are back to their original strength. Fortunately for Lucifer, he retained some of his angelic powers. While they may rule over nothing (for now), they will be the King and Queen and dictate their own future.

-

Adam and Eve had no time to think. They needed to find shelter and soon. While Adam had insisted that sleeping outside would be like in Eden, Eve knew of the dangers that this world possesses. They had been walking for hours before they found a cave that would suit their needs for now. Eve plopped herself down on the floor, exhausted from the trek, and blisters now adorned her feet.

Adam, meanwhile, was already feeling the pang of hunger and knew Eve would soon feel it too. Gathering food and water should be easy. He had done it lots of times back in Eden. Adam moved to leave the cave, and as Eve noticed Adam doing so, she shot up to her feet, ignoring the pain, and hugged Adam from behind.

"I'm sorry, Adam!" Eve shouted as she tightened her grip. "Please don't leave me!"

"Sorry? Why?" Adam questioned. He turned around and wrapped her in a tight hug, trying to assuage whatever fear she had.

"I'm sorry for getting us kicked out of the garden!" Eve sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry for listening to Lucifer and Lilith!"

"Eve," he cupped her face and gently made her face him. "I don't blame you for listening to Lucifer and Lilith. We both thought we could trust them."

Adam caressed her cheek and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I love you, Eve. I chose to leave the garden for you, and I don't regret it. Am I upset that you ate the apple ... yes. But I don't blame you," Adam assured her.

He planted a soft kiss on her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. "I promise, I will love you till death do us part," he whispered in a loving tone.

This is good. Adam forgives her, and best of all, he declares his love for her to be everlasting till death! She swears to all that she will love him with all her being!

"Then why are you leaving?" Eve asked worriedly.

"I'm going to gather food for us. Aren't you hungry?" Adam replied.

Just as he asked, Eve's stomach grumbled. She quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach in embarrassment. Adam quietly chuckled at her cute reaction. She wanted to go with him, but her legs were beyond exhausted.

"I'll be back soon," Adam said, turning and proceeding to exit the cave.

Over two hours had passed, and Adam had not returned. Eve was growing worried, and her thoughts were beginning to turn for the worst.

Did he leave her? Was all that talk earlier just a lie!? But no, it can't be. Adam never swallowed the apple, so he shouldn't be able to lie. Then again, that small piece is still lodged in his throat; perhaps it finally made its way down. NO! She needs to find him. She needs him. She won't let Adam leave her!

"Eve!" Adam called out as he rounded the corner and entered the cave.

Eve wanted nothing more than to jump on him, but when she saw how bloody he was and with a wolf carcass over his shoulder, her mind paused for a second before she shouted, "WHAT HAPPENED!?"

Adam dropped the fruits he was carrying and placed the wolf down in front of her. "Eve, please help him!"

She walked over and inspected the clearly dead wolf's body. The head of the wolf had been bashed in by something blunt.

"I don't understand! I was gathering fruits when I saw this wolf. I wanted to pet him since he looked so much like Wilford from Eden, but he growled and lunged at me!" Adam retold what he had experienced with a panicked voice. "He wouldn't stop trying to bite me, so I grabbed a rock and hit him!"

Adam was sobbing, and Eve could do nothing but hug him, letting him rest his head on her chest.

"I'm sorry Adam, but the wolf is dead." Eve stated bluntly. Adam hold on Eve tightens.

"Shhh, it's okay, Adam. You didn't have a choice." Eve whispered as she comforted her husband. "We're in a new environment, and we only have each other to depend on. I'm the ONLY one you can trust. I will never harm you or leave you."

Eve picked up one of the mangoes that Adam had dropped and brought it up to his mouth, gently urging him to eat. Adam was still reeling from what had happened and couldn't bring himself to eat. Soon, Eve started humming a soft tune, a melody that Adam had heard countless times in Eden from her, and it only served to relax him, reassuring him that he was safe here with Eve. With that, he slowly began to eat the mango offered to him.

Over time, Adam began to hunt more animals, a practice he called "Hunting". He would bring back any he killed, skin them, and Eve would then cook the hunted animal and tend to the fields. In his spare time, his curiosity was still ingrained in him, so he would go out exploring, much to Eve's dismay, though never far from where they resided, and invent what he could. The cave became sparsely furnished, and their life seemed to be getting better.

One night, they lay cuddled together, with Adam tickling Eve's side.

"I'm going to get back my rib one of these days," Adam joked.

Eve couldn't help but laugh, finally feeling comfortable after months of toiling for their survival. It was in moments like these that both of them felt like they hadn't left Eden.

"Let's have a baby," Eve declares. "No" wasn't an option for Adam.

That night, Eve stopped holding back and ravaged Adam in a way she had only dreamed of ever since eating that infernal apple. As for Adam ... he was completely drained that night. Though he hoped for more tomorrow.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!

Still pondering on how to write Lilith.

Chapter 3: Blessings and Betrayals

Summary:

Mama Sera and Adam reunite for the first time in a long time and she brings good news!

Notes:

I'm surprised at myself. Just yesterday I was conflicted on posting my work but now I'm excited to post this chapter.

Please read and I hope you enjoy.

For their ages, I treat Adam and Eve as 20ish years old at the time of their creation.

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Two years have passed, and Eve has given birth to their first set of twins. A gentle smile graced Eve's lips as she gazed upon her newborn twins, her heart overflowing with love for them, a testament to the deep affection she held for Adam.

Adam couldn't be happier. Sure, raising the first set of children took considerable effort. They were, after all, the first human parents and had no parenting guide, but they tried their best. Adam had to hold Eve back when she wanted to have more children just a day after giving birth to Cain and Aclima. He wanted to wait a couple of months to a year to test out parenthood, but Eve was impatient. Pregnancy was the happiest Eve had ever been. Adam always paid attention to her and tended to her needs. She wanted Adam to pay all of his attention to her. She may love Cain and Aclima, but her love for Adam superseded all. However, she understood why Adam was hesitant to have more children. So for one year, Adam raised, observed, and tried to understand his own children. Adam reveled in the joys and challenges of parenthood as it piqued his curiosity.

Their cries always seemed to signal different needs, be it hunger, attention, or the need for changing. Babies also seemed to favor different parents. Cain favored his mother, while Aclima preferred her father. Eve adored the sight before her. Adam sitting on the cave floor, cooing at his little girl, made Eve feel ... jealous.

No! She shouldn't be feeling jealous of her own daughter! But then again, Adam hadn't hugged nor kissed her the whole morning, showing all his affection to Aclima. She may not need all of his attention, but damn it! She wants some!

Eve stood while holding onto Cain and made her way over to Adam. She lay her head down on Adam's lap. Adam was surprised to find his wife suddenly resting her head on his lap, but nevertheless, it was a welcome sight. With his left arm cradling Aclima, he brought down his right hand to caress Eve's cheeks.

For now, Eve was satisfied.

-

"As the years passed, Sera always kept an eye on Adam during his time on Earth. Afraid that Lucifer or Lilith would one day find their way to Earth and corrupt her son. Fortunately, that does not seem to be the case. Watching him toil in the fields and hunt the animals he once joyfully played with made her want to swoop down and take Adam into Heaven. He doesn't deserve such a harsh life. However, she is proud that despite all these challenges, Adam continues to remain the pure soul that he was when he left Eden.

Sera had once feared that Eve was shedding crocodile tears when she was being banished from Eden. Trying to garner sympathy or simply because she wanted Adam to be banished as well and once out, would abandon him to the wolves as a form of revenge. Her fear was unfounded as it was rare to see the two separate from each other. Eve was constantly seeking Adam out and Adam always appreciated the company.

Sera was surprised when the human population started to boom. At first it was just Adam, Eve, Cain, and Aclima. For a whole year after their birth, there was no change. However, despite the pain of childbirth, Eve kept producing more and more children after that year. By the time Adam and Eve were nearing a hundred years old, Eve had given birth to 98 children and was still going strong. Not to mention that their children had also started pairing off and making children of their own.

They had long since moved out of that cave and established a village. Adam had taught all the boys and some of the girls survival skills, showing them how to fish, hunt, herd, etc. Eve had taught all the girls and some of the boys pottery, weaving, cooking, etc. At night, they would gather and tell them stories of Eden. Adam would sometimes even share the same tales Lucifer had once told him.

Sera felt she needed to do something special for Adam for his 100th birthday. Every night without fail, he had always prayed to her and the other angels, but because of their exile, no angels were allowed to interact with the humans. Adam's prayers were always so simple, only for good health and a bountiful harvest. While they couldn't answer his prayers, Adam and Eve were lucky when they chose the location of their initial home. An area near the equator, so the weather was good all year round.

Sera convened with the rest of the angels and proposed going down and blessing some, if not all, of their children. While none were as pure as Adam, they still carried his values and virtues. Sera believed that by bestowing blessings upon them, she could honor Adam's legacy and bring some joy to his special day. Some were in agreement, but others were not so receptive. Michael believed that since all of their children are tainted with the sin that Eve carries, none of them deserve their blessing. Only Adam.

Their argument continued for many hours before an agreement was made. They would bless one of their children as a trial run, and the child that they chose must make an appropriate sacrifice worthy of such a blessing. Should the child they bless continue to rise above any sinful nature, then many more can expect such blessings."

-

"On the night of Adam's birthday, Adam makes his way to his secluded altar and prays to Sera and the others as he usually does. Except this time, a bright light shines above him as he sees Sera descend towards Adam. A soft smile adorns her face as she slowly approaches him. Adam was stunned; he had not seen Sera in so long that he wasn't sure anymore what to do. He steps back, unsure of Sera's intentions.

Sera saw that he was apprehensive; it has been a long time since they have both seen each other. While her looks never changed, his have. A rugged figure, weathered by the elements and marked by the toil of his labor. His physique speaks of strength honed through years of working the fields, hunting, and constructing with his own hands. The sun has kissed his skin with a warm tan, and lines etched by time and hard work trace his features, telling stories of resilience and determination.

But underneath it all, Sera still saw the same wide-eyed curious man from Eden.

And just like their time in Eden, Sera need only open her arms in a hugging gesture. Adam was all too happy to accept this familiar but long-lost tradition of theirs. He practically dives into her embrace, and Sera quickly wraps her arms and wings around him. For just this one moment, all their worries and fears disappeared. Adam can only smile from ear to ear at the warm and familiar embrace. He can't help but shed a tear of joy, finally reunited with his mom.

"I missed you so much!" Adam all but cries in her embrace, tightening his hold on her, trying to press as much of himself into her as he can, afraid to let go.

Sera could only hold her boy more tightly in response; she didn't care that the dirt and grime from his day-to-day was dirtying her clothes; she wasn't letting go.

"I've missed you too, Adam," Sera says softly, planting a kiss on his forehead.

After a few minutes had passed, Sera reluctantly lets go of Adam. He was saddened when she did, but Sera went to sit on a nearby log and gestured for Adam to sit on her lap like they have done so in the past. An action he was all too happy to oblige. With Adam now resting on her lap and her wings around him, it was time to break the good news to him.

"Adam, I've come bearing good news," Sera smiles as she stares into his golden eyes. "The heavenly council and I have decided to bless one of your children as a gift to you for your 100th birthday!"

"That is amazing!" Adam exclaims in joy. "Which of my children will you bless!?"

Sera chuckles at the joy Adam is giving off. How she missed him.

"You know your children best, Adam. You need only choose the one you want us to bless and guide them to this altar you've made. Should they prepare an appropriate sacrifice worthy of the blessing, we will bless him or her," Sera explains. "Should all be well, your children can expect more blessings in the future."

Adam buries his face in her neck, profusely thanking Sera.

"Thank you, Sera!" Adam cries. "I can't wait to see the blessing upon my child."

"I'm sorry, Adam, but you are not allowed to be there when your child receives the blessing. They must show that what they offer comes from them and in no way influenced by you," Sera says solemnly.

Regardless, to Adam, this was the best news he could hope for. One of his children will be blessed, and hopefully more will come. The future, in this moment, looked so bright.

Adam and Sera continue to hold each other for the next half an hour before finally releasing their hold on each other.

"Eve will be elated at this news," Adam is full of excitement but soon frowns when he has to say goodbye to Sera. "Will I see you again?"

"Have faith, Adam. Should the future work in our favor, then we will see each other more often," Sera shows a soft smile as she waves goodbye.

"Goodbye, mom," Adam turns and waves goodbye as he is about to head back.

"Goodbye, son," Sera smiles and replies with no hesitation.

-

"Adam was on cloud nine as he made his way back home. Upon his return, Eve was waiting on a chair with a 5-month pregnant belly.

"Your prayers tonight took longer than usual. Did something happen?" Eve questions.

Adam excitedly comes up to her and takes both of her hands in his.

"Sera visited me tonight! She told me that one of our children would receive their blessing after they provide a sacrifice!" Adam explains excitedly.

Eve was bitter at this news.

That BITCH! She only shows up now that they are reaching their 100th birthdays! Trying to worm her way back into our lives and take away Adam's love!

"But Adam, we don't need their blessing. We have done well these past few decades," Eve tries to reason.

Adam doesn't notice the annoyed expression on Eve's face as he is still elated at the news.

"Of course, we don't need it, but there is no downside to having it! If all goes well, they promise to bless more of our children in the future! We may even be able to have Heaven's good graces on our side once more. Wouldn't that be perfect?" Adam asks.

"FUCK NO! Yeah, honey. It sounds perfect," Eve says through gritted teeth. "Who are you choosing?"

"Well, I'm thinking either Cain or Abel. Cain always works hard in the fields, and his harvest is almost always plentiful. Abel is an incredible shepherd, and he always provides meat for our family," Adam ponders his choices.

"Why don't you send both of them? Perhaps the angels, after seeing such a bountiful sacrifice, would bless both of our sons," Eve suggests.

"That is a great idea, Eve! I will go and inform them both and have them prepare their sacrifice for tomorrow," Adam heads out to inform Cain and Abel."

-

The next morning, Adam and Eve watched as their sons prepare their sacrifice for the angels. Cain was preparing a sheaf of wheat freshly harvested that morning, and Abel was preparing the firstborn lamb of his flock. Adam, satisfied with what he had seen, decided to attend to his other duties while Eve remained by Cain's side as he continued to harvest his wheat.

"Mom, why does dad sing the angels' praises constantly, but I've never heard you do so before?" Cain asked.

"Because, unlike me, your father is the angels' favorite. You make one mistake, and they toss you out without another care in the world. Fortunately for me, your father and I love each other, and our love transcends any love those angels could provide." Eve said with disdain. "I wouldn't be surprised if they did the same to you and your brother tonight."

As for Abel... Cain never really liked Abel. Sure, they were treated equally, but everyone seemed to view Abel as the better of the two. Simply because he provided the meat when hunting wasn't enough. And what about Cain? He was always able to provide the wheat that made their bread. The bread that would sustain the family when Abel had to let his flock numbers replenish or if wolves had attacked the flock at night. Cain was always there to provide for the family. Surely his sacrifice would be the one chosen tonight.

-

That evening, Sera, Michael, and a few other angels descended to the altar that Adam usually prayed at. Upon arriving, they saw two men before them, one with a sheaf of wheat and the other with the youngest lamb from his flock. The angels looked between the two and inspected their sacrifices. The angels soon gathered around Abel, who had brought to them his firstborn lamb, and gently placed their hands upon his head. With this one simple act, Abel was now blessed by the heavens as his brother looked on with rage and jealousy.

"Why!? Why do you reject my sacrifice!?" Cain demanded to know.

"Unlike your brother, you bring us wheat. Do you believe a simple sheaf of wheat would warrant our blessing?" Michael retorted.

Once again, Abel was chosen over Cain.

Satisfied with their choice, the angels retrieved the lamb that Abel had sacrificed and ignored the simple wheat that Cain had provided. Just as quickly as they had come, the angels left without another word.

"Do not be crestfallen, brother. As father has said before, should I perform well with the blessing that they have given, more opportunities would arrive for you to receive their blessing," Abel assured his brother. "Of course, do prepare something else other than mere wheat," Abel said in a joking manner as he turned to return to the village.

Cain could only see red. If the angels wanted a sacrifice, he was going to give them one.

Cain picked up a rock and approached Abel from behind.

-

As Adam awaited his sons' arrival back from the altar, he suddenly felt a sense of dread wash over him. A sense of dread he hadn't felt since ... Eden. When he saw Eve with the apple.

Adam quickly became alarmed. Something was wrong, and he needed to know what. He dashed forward in the direction of the altar and soon came upon a scene of pure disgust.

Cain, his eldest son, with a rock in hand. Covered in blood, reminiscent of the time he was covered in blood when he attacked that wolf. But what lay at Cain's feet was not that of a wolf, but his brother Abel.

Adam could only scream and cry as he pushed Cain aside and picked Abel up. Gently nudging his face, begging the Heavens above that Abel was simply unconscious. But Abel's eyes were all that he needed to see to confirm what he dreaded. Cold, lifeless eyes stared into his golden ones. Abel was dead.

Adam didn't even register that the angels had descended once more and now surrounded the family.

Cain could only look up into Michael's eyes and smile a smile of pure spite.

"Does my sacrifice warrant your blessing now?" Cain asked with a smug look.

Michael was fuming. "Your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground. As a result, you will be cursed from the earth, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother's blood from your hand. When you work the ground, it will no longer yield its crops for you. You will be a restless wanderer on the earth."

Perhaps finally realizing the weight of his actions, Cain's smile dropped. "My punishment is too severe to bear. You have banished me from the land, and I must hide from your presence. I will be a restless wanderer on the earth, and anyone who finds me will kill me."

"Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over." Michael pulled out his sword and pointed it at Cain's chest. Suddenly, a flash of heat burned his flesh as he screamed out in agony. A mark of a serpent appeared on Cain.

After recovering from the searing pain, Cain turned to his father. "Dad?"

Adam didn't turn to look at Cain. "Just go." Adam replied coldly as he lifted Abel's body up and proceeded to return to the village.

Cain couldn't find any words to say as he saw his father retreat further from him. All he could do was turn and leave.

This very day, Adam has lost not one, but two sons.

-

Sera wanted to go after Adam, to comfort her son as she had done many times before, but Michael stopped her.

"We must make certain that the murderer leaves. To protect those who can be saved," Michael asserted.

Torn between her duty and Adam, Sera reluctantly agreed with Michael and followed him as they watched Cain leave. At least with Cain gone, she was assured that Adam would not be harmed by him.

"It seems we were wrong. Only Adam continues to be worthy of our love and blessing," Michael stated as they all watched Cain from above.

"Perhaps you are right, Michael," Sera replied.

She must continue to keep an eye on Adam. She wouldn't let what happened to Abel happen to Adam.

-

That night, a funeral was held for Abel. Everyone in the village had gathered to say their goodbyes before they buried him. Many of their children now feel unsafe in the village and have made plans to leave.

Throughout the whole funeral, Adam was inconsolable. His cries and wails could be heard all throughout the village, and Eve was there to comfort him the best she could.

"Why!? Why did it go so wrong!?" Adam demanded, but no one could answer.

Eve held her husband dearly. While everyone in the village had frowns and tears in their eyes, Eve was the only one smiling.

"It is as I said before, my dear husband. Those angels bring nothing but trouble. Our family would still be whole if they had not baited us with their 'Blessing'," Eve said.

Eve held him tight and rubbed his back.

"Do not fret, Adam. I will always be here for you. You can't trust those angels, and I'm sorry to say, but even some of our children do not deserve our trust or love." Eve whispered.

The Adam before would have admonished Eve. Not trusting their own children was simply unthinkable. Now, though, he wasn't so sure.

"The only one you can trust is me, Adam. I will NEVER betray you, and I will NEVER leave you," Eve whispered lovingly.

Yes. Eve is all he needs. Eve...

"Till death do us part"

Chapter 4: Rediscovery

Summary:

Sera shifting her focus?

Aclima being a good girl.

and finally some Lilith POV.

Notes:

Chapter 4 ... didn't think I would make it this far but this story has been living rent free in my head.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Text

After the incident with Cain and Abel, Heaven had decided that communication with humans would cease once more. No more interactions would be permitted until the First Man, Adam, has passed and introduced into Heaven should he be worthy.

For Sera, this greatly upset her. Just like Adam, she expected that things would have gone well, and she would have more opportunities to visit her son in the future. Not only is she no longer able to contact Adam, but he had also stopped praying altogether. Adam continues to be the pure soul from Eden, but now with a heavy heart and weary eyes. She wished she had gone to him in his hour of need, but alas, her duty is to Heaven. That doesn't mean she'll stop monitoring him.

The door to her office slides open, and Michael pokes his head in. "Sera. We would like to introduce you to someone."

Sera looks up from her monitor at Michael, a little annoyed. "Can it wait?" She was watching Adam as he cries over Abel's coffin.

"No, it's important that you be there. You are the first person they need to see," Michael states.

Usually, this means that there is a new creation. Sera is unaware of such an event though.

"This is unusual, Michael. I was not informed of any new creation, and I wasn't part of any recently." Sera questions.

"We found it prudent that you be involved from the outset, especially as you have been preoccupied with monitoring the First Man." Michael says cryptically, his expression unreadable. "Come, you'll understand when you see."

"Very well." Sera takes one more look at Adam before shutting off the monitor and following Michael to wherever he was taking her.

"The council and I have decided that a new joy bringer should be made to replace Lucifer." Michael informs her as they walk.

"To create a new angel without my knowledge or my input is highly unusual, Michael." Sera states.

"Like I said, you were preoccupied, and it was a unanimous decision, so I'm sure you would have agreed as well if you were present." Michael says.

They soon reach the room of creation and enter. Many of the angels working on the latest creation step back as Sera and Michael approach. In a small crib-like structure lay a female baby angel with six wings and silver-like skin. Michael steps aside to allow Sera to step closer and pick up the baby.

"We know how affectionate you were with the First Man and how downtrodden you have become with his exile. Therefore, we believe that you are the best amongst us to care for the young one." Michael claims. "Do give her a name."

Sera was upset at the reasoning that Michael had provided and was about to admonish him when the baby opened her eyes and smiled a bright smile at Sera. A smile that reminded her of Adam. When she heard the baby giggle, Sera's heart overflowed with newfound love for the child before her.

"Emily. Her name is Emily, the joy bringer." Sera happily states.

-

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden hues across the sky, Eve lay on their bed that Adam had built for them all those years ago.

"Adam," Eve whispered, her voice barely a breath, "I love you."

Adam's eyes welled with tears as he nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of his anguish. Five centuries had passed since they were first created, yet every moment spent with Eve felt as precious as the first day they met.

Their descendants, now numbering in the thousands, had spread far and wide across the land, building villages and cities, yet Adam and Eve chose to remain in their humble abode, surrounded by the beauty of nature that had cradled them since the beginning.

It was unclear how it started. Eve had been her normal loving self up until a month ago when her health suddenly deteriorated. Adam tried every tincture and herb that Eve had once used to cure him and his children yet none had yielded any results.

Lucifer, his first and whom he once considered his best friend, betrayed him. Then Heaven decided to ignore him and Eve for decades before they finally decided to humor him with a "Blessing" for his children. A blessing that somehow resulted in the death of one of his sons and the exile of another.

While many of his children had come and gone, Aclima and Seth chose to continue to reside with him and Eve. A choice he was forever thankful for.

As he knelt by their bedside and held tightly to her hand, all Adam could do in this moment was beg.

"Please Eve, You promised you wouldn't leave me," Adam begged with tears in his eyes. He was going to lose the woman who he trusted the most. The one who never betrayed him and always stuck by his side even when he wanted to be alone sometimes.

Even in her final moments, Eve couldn't be happier. After all, Adam loved her more than anyone. More than Lilith or Lucifer, more than Sera and perhaps more than their own children. Almost all his love was hers and while some obstacles had tried to get in her way, they were toppled and Adam was now hers more than ever. She was glad that Cain killed Abel. It was the push that forced Adam to fall into her arms completely.

But now that she was passing, she knew her final destination would be hell. She need not kid herself; the angels would never accept her back, and now that Adam had turned his back on the angels, their afterlife together was pretty much guaranteed. To be together ... forever.

If only she knew her time was coming sooner, she would have pushed Adam to kill himself once she expired. It would be so romantic. Not wanting to live without your soulmate so you take your own life to be with them. Unfortunately, their children still held a small piece of his heart.

Like that whore Aclima, always such a daddy's girl. Always trying to pull Adam away from her. She even came up with the nonsense of a father-daughter dance. Such a pathetic attempt at gaining Adam's love. Eve had always pushed for Aclima to find a husband of her own but NO, she always had to stay by her father.

But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. Now she needed to savor every last second she had to be with Adam.

"Eve?" As Adam watched Eve's condition worsen, a wave of panic crashed over him. He reached out, gently shaking her shoulder. "Eve, stay with me," he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. But Eve's eyelids fluttered closed, her breathing growing shallow.

Desperation filled Adam's heart as he cradled her fragile form in his arms. Memories of their time together flooded his mind—days of innocence in the Garden, moments of joy and laughter, the warmth of their love, and how she always craved to be in his presence. And now, in this stark reality of mortality, he felt utterly helpless.

"Eve," he whispered, his voice choked with sorrow. "Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me." Tears blurred his vision as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

But Eve's breath grew fainter, her pulse weakening beneath his touch. With trembling hands, Adam reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as if to hold onto her essence, to the precious bond they shared. And as Eve's breathing slowed to a final, peaceful rhythm, Adam held her close, his own breath hitching in his throat.

Desperate, he turned to prayer once more. He had stopped after Abel's passing but now, in his hour of need and for the first time in a long time, Adam prayed for divine intervention.

But just like Eve had said all those years ago, the angels ignored him. He wasn't sure if the angels were a good or bad omen anymore.

Adam could only cry as Aclima and Seth held him from the side, doing their best to bring what little comfort they could on this sad occasion.

As they buried her body the next day, Adam uttered one last prayer to Sera, begging her to ensure that Eve is at peace.

-

Aclima was worried. Her father barely ate or drank ever since her mother's passing. She had seen him sad like this before when Abel passed, though his sadness had lasted three days at most. This, however, was far longer. It's been close to two weeks, and her father is still a recluse.

Her father is normally a happy man but is happiest when Mother was by his side. Everyone loves him, and he loves them. Her mother, however... she was clearly happiest with Father, but when separated? It's almost like she becomes a whole different person.

Aclima remembers it well. Usually, when her father went hunting, her mother would become apathetic. It was uncanny to see her so cheerful and loving, only to suddenly become such a cold and distant woman. Perhaps it is why she constantly sought him out? She needed him to be happy.

Her mother seemed to resent her as she got older. Aclima had no interest in any of the men, and even more so with marriage. She loved working the fields and hunting with her father. Their hunting and fishing trips were her favorite moments. Her father would point out various objects or animals around them and tell her their names and characteristics. Once she had asked him why hunting made him so happy.

"It's not the hunt that makes me happy. It's the discovery! There is always something new to learn every day. From up in the trees to under the rocks and even below the water!" Adam had said to her. Aclima found it endearing when he would explain it to her with wide eyes and amazement. He always encouraged her to ask more questions, to find out more about the world.

Perhaps that is what he needs. He needed to rediscover his passion. As far as Aclima knows, her father and mother had never traveled too far from the village. There is no way her father had discovered everything there is to discover. So if she can reignite that passion, her father's mood should improve.

Determined, Aclima moves far from the village and towards the ocean. With a net in hand, she dove into the ocean to discover anything that she had never seen before.

Two hours and lots of attempts later, she had finally caught something that is new to her. With her prize in hand, she races back to her father.

She barges into the house, and Adam becomes alarmed. He scrambles to his feet and quickly goes to her.

"Aclima! Is something the matter!?" Adam asks worriedly. While he may be sad and depressed, he still loves his children and worries about them.

"Dad! Can you tell me about this fish!?" Aclima holds up her net with the fish squirming inside.

For a few moments, they only stared at each other before Adam burst out laughing at how cute and silly she was being. Coming to him in such a frantic state and only to be asked about a fish.

"Dad! I'm serious!" Aclima pouts at her laughing father.

"Okay, honey, let's see it." Adam takes the net from her and inspects the fish.

Adam carefully examines the fish in the net, observing its unique features. It was small, with a rounded body covered in spines that could puff up when threatened. Its eyes bulged out, giving it a comical appearance.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Adam mused, turning the fish over in his hands. "This little fellow seems to be quite the character."

Aclima watched eagerly, her curiosity piqued. "Do you know what it is, Dad?"

Adam nodded thoughtfully. "I believe this is a new species, one that I've never seen before. And you know what that means, Aclima?"

Her eyes widened with excitement. "We get to name it!"

"That's right!" Adam exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "And I think I have just the name for it."

He looked at the fish again, studying its features. Then, with a flourish, he declared, "I hereby name this fish... the Pufferfish!"

Aclima clapped her hands in delight. "Pufferfish! I love it, Dad!"

Adam was feeling fulfilled once more. Oh, how he missed the feeling of a new discovery. He usually focused and spent most of his time on Eve. He had promised never to be too far from her, especially with how often she was pregnant. But now... now he didn't have to.

Discovery... the world is so vast, and he has only ever spent his time in the village and its nearby surroundings. There is so much more to see and discover. He doesn't know how much time he has left on this Earth, but he may as well use it to fulfill his passion so that he will have one hell of a story to tell Eve when he sees her again.

Aclima can see the passion light up in her father's eyes. This was the father she loved seeing.

"Aclima, would you like to discover the world with me?" Adam asks.

"Of course, Dad! I'll go anywhere with you!" Aclima exclaims.

Her excitement reminds him so much of Eve.

That's right, Eve wouldn't want him moping about, lying in bed, and only thinking about her. She would want him to be happy!

The next morning, Adam and Aclima had packed what they needed and were ready to set out. Seth would take over Adam as head of the village.

After saying their goodbyes to everyone, Adam and Aclima began their journey around the world. Passing by his children and descendants who had set up villages in other parts of the world. Adam and Aclima would talk to them and ask what they have discovered about their part of the world and note down the names they had given. If they were unnamed, then Adam would have the honor to do so.

Adam was happy once more.

-

As Lilith looks out of the castle window at the expanse of nothing that she is the Queen of, she can't help but feel ... bored. Lucifer had spent weeks using what angelic power he had to build this castle and tame the surroundings. The castle was luxurious with all the amazing furniture that Heaven had ... at least that is what Lucifer said. She has never been to Heaven before.

Still, with all this luxury, she only had Lucifer to share it with and after centuries of just the two, she loves him but she is bored. She isn't like Lucifer who can be happy for centuries on end creating rubber ducks. After the 100,000th duck, she had run out of things to say about them. Leviathan being the only Sin around wasn't exactly social herself.

If only she had someone else to distract her. Someone to show her the joys of living. Someone like ... Adam.

Back in Eden, Adam always came to her when he discovered something new. Like when he showed her a spiky fruit he called a durian. To Lilith, the durian probably wasn't meant to be eaten, considering how sharp it was and how its scent wafted like a pungent warning through the air. But Adam, with his ever-curious nature, couldn't resist exploring its mysteries. He approached her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, cradling the durian in his hands like a precious treasure.

"Lilith, look what I found today," Adam exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he presented the spiky fruit to her.

Lilith wrinkled her nose, eyeing the durian warily. "Adam, are you sure that's safe to eat? It looks... dangerous."

Adam chuckled, his laughter echoing through the tranquil garden. "Trust me, Lilith. I have a feeling this might be something special."

With a playful grin, he reached for a sharp stone nearby and carefully began to crack open the durian's tough exterior. Piece by piece, the spiky shell yielded to his determination, revealing the creamy, golden flesh hidden within.

Lilith watched in amazement as Adam unveiled the fruit's interior, her doubts slowly fading away. Together, they savored the rich aroma that filled the air, a tantalizing promise of sweetness and discovery.

As Adam offered her a piece of the ripe fruit, Lilith hesitated for a moment before accepting it with a smile. With one taste, she found herself pleasantly surprised by the durian's delicious flavor, a blend of sweetness and creaminess unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Lilith sighs as she recalls the memory. How she missed him. Perhaps she will ask Lucifer to conjure up a durian for her later.

Thinking back, she also missed when he cuddled her at night. The man gave off a nice heat during the cold nights and she felt safe in his arms.

The more she thinks about Adam, the more her mind starts to drift towards lust-filled thoughts. It's been so long since they've seen each other that the love of a brother that she felt for him before has slowly dissipated and now the love for a lover has made its way in.

She was so blind before. God, how could she think he was trying to control her? The man was just excitable and always pulled her along to show her what he discovered. If only she could go back and redo it all. She would take both him and Lucifer in as her husband. She knows Lucifer wouldn't mind. After all, Lucifer has admitted to having feelings for the First Man before.

Seeing Adam with Eve so happy back in Eden at the time made her feel angry but now after lots of time to think, she realizes it wasn't anger that she was feeling. It was envy.

She didn't hate Eve. She hated that Eve made him so happy when Lilith was the one that did so before. Lilith was happy when she had Lucifer because he inspired her to dream big and to aim high. But now she realizes that she needed Adam because he reminded her to also remember the little things in life that can make you happy.

Is that why she wanted to give them the apple? If they can't be happy together, they would at least suffer together, right? It's been so long that she doesn't remember.

Perhaps one day Adam and Eve will end up in hell and after a long series of talks, they could go back to how it used to be. She just had to be patient. After all, no one lives forever, right?

As Lilith stares out the window, lost in her thoughts, she is suddenly jolted back to reality at the banging of the castle doors. She makes her way down and when she opens the door, she can't help but be shocked at what she sees.

"Eve?"

Chapter 5: Confronting Demons, Both Literal and Figurative

Summary:

Eve reunites with Lilith and Lucifer. How will that go?

As for Adam, his time draws near.

Notes:

I can't stop typing. This story is too compelling even for me.

Thank you all for the comments and support! I really appreciate it.

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Lilith hadn't expected to taste copper that day, but she did. The moment she opened the door and spotted her, Eve unleashed a right hook to her face, possibly breaking her nose. Lilith landed on the floor with a loud thud.

"What the fuck was that for!?" shouted Lilith.

"That was for lying to me about Adam eating the apple first, you bitch!" Eve retorted.

Okay, she deserved that. It was surprising to see Eve hold onto that grudge for five centuries.

Wiping the blood from her nose, Lilith wobbly got back on her feet. For a woman who was about two heads shorter than herself, she packed a mean punch.

"I'm sure you didn't come all this way just to punch me in the face, right?" Lilith joked.

"You're right," Eve replied. "I need to punch Lucifer too." She wiped the blood off her fist on her dress.

Normally, Lilith should stop her from punching her husband, but she was bored out of her mind, and Lucifer could definitely take a hit. This would be funny.

"I'll call him down for you." Lilith opened the door leading to the hallway and shouted. "Luci! An old friend is here to see you!"

-

Lucifer was working on a new duck. This just might be his greatest masterpiece this century. A duck that could rollover! Easier said than done, but once it was done, surely Lilith would have more than two words to say about his new creation!

As Lucifer continued to work, a loud banging sound could be heard at the castle doors. Very unusual since there was only Lilith and him in the Pride Ring.

Perhaps it was one of the sins, but his schedule was free today so it was probably Lilith for whatever reason.

After several minutes, his wife called for him.

"Luci! An old friend is here to see you!" Lilith shouted.

An old friend? That could be anyone. So many people from his past were his friends, or perhaps they were. It had been a long time and he might not be as well-liked as before. He did ruin creation, after all ... Still, who wouldn't want to see an old friend? His duck could wait.

Lucifer removed himself from his desk and approached his mirror, inspecting himself, and with a snap of his fingers, his body magically went through a wash and his clothes became sparkling clean. He was ready.

"Coming, dear!" Lucifer shouted as he skipped down the hallway to the entrance. Pushing open the door, he saw his lovely wife, who was suspiciously clutching her nose for some reason, and beside her was -

"EVE!?" Lucifer exclaimed. Oh fuck! He was not expecting to see her at all.

Crap, there was a lot he probably needed to apologize for, but he could do it. First things first, though, he had to get on Eve's good side, which meant it was time to put on the good old Lucifer charm, or rizz as he liked to call it.

Lucifer took a deep breath and started hyping himself up. He had practiced this scenario many times in front of the mirror and in the shower. Eve being here meant that Adam would soon follow. Once Eve was secured, the three of them could tackle Adam when he arrived and finally, all four of them could be together once more.

How hard could it be, right? He seduced the first woman ever, so seducing the second should be a piece of cake.

With his arms outstretched, Lucifer approached Eve with the intention of hugging her.

"Hey, bitch!" Lucifer exclaimed excitedly.

-

Off to the side, Lucifer could hear Lilith cackling at what had just happened to him.

Just like Lilith minutes before, Lucifer found himself on the floor.

He lays on the floor for a minute before sitting up and adjusting his hat.

"What was that for?" Lucifer asked as he sat on the floor, still reeling from the punch.

One word was all Eve had to say. "Apple."

Okay, yeah. He deserved that.

As Eve wiped the angelic blood from her hand, Lilith approached her.

"Well, you got your revenge. Can we talk now?" Lilith inquired.

With a nod from Eve, the three of them moved to the dining room and seated themselves.

"I like the décor. Much better than what Adam and I had on Earth." Eve said with disdain as she looked at Lucifer.

Okay, so winning Eve over may be a lot harder than Lucifer thought.

"Yeah, it took a lot of angelic power to create this place." Lucifer proudly stated. Perhaps his power would win her over.

Eve rolled her eyes. "Sure could have used that power back in our first year on Earth. Would have really helped with our SURVIVAL after getting KICKED OUT."

Sensing the tension, Lilith changed the subject.

"So Eve, how did you... pass?" Lilith asked.

"I got sick from something, I wasn't sure what. It kept draining me until I died," Eve said solemnly but perked up at her next sentence. "Sweet Adam was by my side the whole way, it was so lovely. You should have seen him cry as I was fading. I never felt more of his love than in that moment."

Lucifer and Lilith blinked at her response. Are people usually joyful over the sadness of their loved ones?

"So... uh, where is Adam?" Lucifer asked. He didn't know why, but for some reason, he dreaded the answer.

"He is still alive. Probably hanging out with Aclima. That bitch." Eve spat at her name.

"Who is Aclima?" Lilith asked.

"Our daughter." Eve clarified.

"You call your daughter a bitch?" Lilith asked.

"You have to know her to understand." Eve explained.

Lilith and Lucifer looked at each other and just shrugged at Eve's response. Aclima was probably a bitch.

"You reckon we will see Adam soon?" Lucifer asked.

"Yeah, we should. I mean, I died at 500 years old. Granted it was from an illness, but Adam shouldn't be far behind," Eve stated.

"What if he goes to Heaven?" Lilith asked.

"Impossible." Eve then went on to explain about Cain and Abel.

"Ever since that incident, Adam has stopped praying to the angels. So I'm pretty sure he has fallen out of their good graces. The angels never visited Adam after that, so hell should be a shoo-in for him," Eve explained. "By the way, is Abel here?"

"No. You are the first human soul in hell since the two of us arrived." Lucifer stated.

"Guess he went to Heaven then. Good for him." Eve showed a small smile. She still did love her children somewhat. Albeit so long as they didn't interfere with her and Adam. All her children going to Heaven would be the best outcome as it means Adam would be all hers in hell with no distractions.

Lucifer on the other hand wasn't so sure that something as simple as not praying would bar someone from Heaven. They weren't exactly big on prayers, especially Michael. In fact, he wasn't sure what even are the pre-requisite for getting in to Heaven. Oh well, Adam is living a long life. He will probably fuck up somewhere along the line and find his way here. Into his arms.

"Anyway, you are welcome to stay with us." Lilith says. Finally having someone else other than Lucifer to keep her company.

"Not like I have a choice. Your castle is the only thing for miles." Eve states.

This is great news for Lucifer. He now has time to get Eve to warm up to them before Adam's arrival and he now has someone else to show his duck collection to. Things are starting to look up for the original Eden group.

-

Walking into Sera's office today, Emily was caught off guard when she saw Sera moving about in such a frantic pace. Since her creation over 400 years ago, she had mostly been by Sera's side, and this is a first. The normally calm and collected Sera is now repeatedly checking herself in the mirror, even though her appearance hasn't changed. She even caught Sera quietly sniffing herself. Emily couldn't recall a time when Sera or anyone, in fact, has ever smelled bad.

It seems like a formal event is about to take place. Looking at the other angels, everyone seems to be preparing for a big ceremony.

"What is going on? Is something big happening?" Emily inquires.

"My son—I mean the First Man, Adam is about to pass any day now," Sera explains. "So we need to be prepared to welcome him into Heaven."

Emily had only ever known about Adam from the history that was taught to her. It was such a touching story to read, from resisting temptation and especially about how he willingly gave up Eden to be with his wife. The second wife, not the first.

"After we greet him and usher him into Heaven, that is where you step in, Emily. Your duty as the joy bringer is to bring joy to the new souls that arrive in Heaven, so Adam will be your first task." Sera explains. "His life after being removed from Eden has not been easy. So if anyone needs joy, it will be him. Especially since this will all be new to him."

This is so exciting! Since her creation, the only person she only ever needed to cheer up was, surprisingly, Sera herself. She always seem dejected whenever Emily asked her about the humans.

Aside from Sera, her duty as the joy bringer had been easy since everyone in Heaven is always full of joy, but she'll finally meet someone new and it's not just anyone; it's the First Man.

"When will we see him!?" Emily asks as she can barely contain her excitement.

"We don't have a specific date, but it should be soon. I'm monitoring his vitals and from what I've seen, it should be any day now." Sera says as she checks the monitor on her desk.

For Sera, this was a joyous occasion. While seeing Adam lying on his death bed is heart-wrenching, she is glad that he had kept his promise and his soul is still pure. She will finally see him again after over 800 years since they had tried to give their blessing to his son.

Sera's wings quiver with anticipation, longing to hold the First Man in its grasp. Emily had been a good substitute, but no one could hug like Adam.

If she could, she would have gone down to Earth this very second and retrieved his soul, but no, she waited for almost a millennia for him, she can stomach a few more days.

Her son is coming home.

-

As Adam lies on his bed, feeling himself grow weaker and with Aclima by his bedside, he recalls the memories he has made from his time in Eden until this very moment.

The first time he felt love was when he first saw Sera.

The adrenaline he experienced when Lucifer flew him around Eden, letting him feel as free as a bird.

The joy he felt when he discovered and named his first animal species.

The delicious taste of the durian fruit he shared with Lilith.

The night Eve made passionate love to him in their home.

The fatherly love he felt when holding Cain and Aclima.

His daughter helping him rediscover his passion for discovery.

The day he and Aclima discovered snow together. Adam never knew the weather could be so cold and yet so beautiful.

So many fond memories from his 930 years of life. Despite the tragedies, Adam can safely say it was a good life.

Adam doesn't know what awaits him after his death. Michael had promised him that if his soul remained pure, he would be welcomed into Heaven.

Is his soul still pure, though? Would he see Heaven or would he see hell? He doesn't know. Perhaps neither would want him, and he would only see eternal darkness. Does Eve still want him? 430 years apart could mean she has moved on.

But none of that matters. All he wants to do now is comfort his sobbing daughter as she holds his hand, wishing she would smile the same bright smile she showed him every day.

Speaking has become increasingly difficult, and he finds himself with little strength to even squeeze her hand in reassurance. He has told her he loved her many times before, but now he wishes he had the strength to say it once more.

As Adam's eyes slowly close, he musters the last of his will and strength to give one last squeeze of her hand.

And for one brief moment, Aclima stopped crying.

-

Heaven was in an uproar. The death of the First Man has been confirmed to be today and they only had hours to prepare.

Sera can't stop inspecting herself in the mirror. Today had to be perfect.

Emily is bouncing around Heaven in excitement, spreading the news far and wide of the First Man imminent arrival. Almost every angel in Heaven decided to witness the first human soul to arrive.

Thousands upon thousands gather at the pearly gates, many flying and some sitting on its wall, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Even Michael was present as he stood behind the gate, dressed in a more formal attire but still with one hand resting on his blade. Ever cautious.

A huge ceremony had been planned for the First Man. He would be ushered in by Sera and there will be a band, along with an angelic choir that will sing and play music as he enters. From there, Emily will take over and show him around Heaven. Introducing him to the sights and wonders of heaven and finally to his new home. Ending the day with a huge buffet.

Sera soon arrives and places herself beyond the gates. Unlike in Eden where it was decided that Sera be the first person the First Man sees, Sera had DEMANDED that she be the first person he sees upon his arrival in Heaven. None of the angels sought to question why nor challenge her request.

Full of anticipation, Sera watches as a bright light suddenly manifest in front of her, slowly taking the shape of a man.

-

When Adam opened his eyes, he saw the clouds and a bright amber sky. His body felt light, and the aches he usually felt due to his old age seemed to be a thing of the past. He raised his hand to his face and saw that it no longer had wrinkles. Instead, it had the youthful look it once had back in Eden.

He slowly sat up and felt his body. He still had his arms and legs, and his face felt the same.

But something was attached to his back, and when he inspected it, he was shocked to find wings. Wings with a bright golden shine.

He shakily stood on his feet, and once he had his bearings after adjusting himself to the additional weight now on his back, he spread his wings and stretched his body.

"Adam." A familiar voice from behind him called out.

Turning around, Adam was greeted by the one he had first seen in Eden.

"Sera..." He croaked out. He hadn't seen her since the incident with Cain and Abel. Yet, here she was, standing in all her glory, just like she had in Eden.

Behind her were the walls protecting Heaven and its golden gates. Behind those gates were thousands of angels, many flying above the walls, and some crowded behind the gate, all wanting to get a look at the First Man.

However, none of them were in front of Sera.

Adam and Sera were the only ones outside the gates.

"Welcome to Heaven." Sera said warmly as she opened her arms, her wings spread wide, eager to wrap him up the second he dived into her embrace like the countless times before. "Welcome home, Son."

Sera had the warmest smile and the most inviting aura.

Adam took a step forward, eager to reunite with his mother.

But another familiar voice had wormed into his head. Instead of feeling joy and elation, Adam felt fear.

Eve's words had come back to haunt him.

"It is as I said before, my dear husband. Those angels bring nothing but trouble. Our family would still be whole if they had not baited us with their 'Blessing,'" Eve had once said.

"They have never answered your prayers before, and the one time they did, we lost two of our beloved sons." Eve had mentioned a few times.

"You don't need the angels, they will only hurt you. You don't need Sera. You don't need Lucifer or Lilith. You don't need anyone else." Eve had said on numerous occasion.

"I'm the only one you can rely on. I will NEVER leave you!" Eve had said many times.

"YOU ONLY NEED ME!" Eve had told him every day.

He needed Eve.

Adam turned away from Sera and ran.

Notes:

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

Chapter 6: Bound by Love, Broken by Fear

Summary:

Eve is pissed.

Notes:

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.

I hope you guys find it as enjoyable as I did.

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3498 B.C.

"So, Eve," Lilith starts, "Lucifer and I have been meaning to talk to you about something."

Eve nods along.

"We would like to be in a polyamorous relationship with you and Adam," said Lilith.

"No," Eve curtly replies.

"That was quick," Lucifer blinks in surprise.

Eve glares at them. "You don't think I know what you're trying to do!? You're just using me to get to Adam like in fucking Eden!" Eve starts tearing up.

Lilith quickly moves to Eve's side and hugs her.

"No, sweetie. It isn't like that. Yes, we want Adam, but we want you too. We want to go back to the way things were. Remember, back when we braided each other's hair and the boys would play in the lake?" Lilith says, trying to invoke some nostalgia in Eve.

Eve did remember. Those were fun times when they had no worries. Before that fucking apple.

Lucifer also comes to her side. "I promise, when we gave you the apple, there was no ill will behind it. I want both you and Adam with us. Hell would be a lot more fun with the four of us together."

After much discussion, Eve relents and agrees but only with a few conditions.

"I'm fine with hugs and cheek kisses only for now. I'm saving myself for Adam," Eve states.

"You're a virgin!?" Both Lucifer and Lilith exclaim in shock.

"In a way, I have my new youthful body once more and I want Adam to be the first one to ravage it." Eve says as she runs her hands along her figure.

"And another thing! I will be the first one to lay claim on Adam!" Eve declares loudly. Already planning on marking him six ways to Sunday.

With their terms agreed, the poly relationship has its foundation.

It's clear that whatever relationship their future holds, Eve will have Adam the first night to stake her claim.

-

3400 B.C.

Eve is annoyed as she sits at the castle balcony with Lilith and Lucifer, drinking tea and overlooking the area where she had manifested herself.

A hundred years after her death, and still, Adam isn't here. She figures that Adam would have either killed himself by now or succumbed to whatever illness she had. They did share a kiss while she was ill so she expected to have transmitted the disease to him.

Did he discover a cure for it only after her death? Doubtful. Maybe Aclima did. Why couldn't she be more like Seth, more ... passive.

"Do humans die through other ways besides murder and disease?" Eve asks Lucifer as the three of them continue to wait.

"Well, humans weren't designed to live forever, so death by old age is possible ... though they never told me how long humans were intended to live for." Lucifer explains.

"They should have made death by broken heart a feature." Eve seethes.

-

3300 B.C.

Just like before, the three sit at the castle balcony overlooking the same spot.

They had placed a signboard at the location where Eve had spawned, informing Adam that Eve was in the castle up ahead. After all, who knows when Adam will die? Afraid he may spawn and wander off in the wrong direction, or his curiosity taking over and leading him to who knows where.

"Adam must be living quite a healthy lifestyle. How I wish I could see him again; he did look good in Eden," Lilith reminisces, only for Eve to glare at the First Woman.

"If you thought Adam in Eden was good, you should see him now. You wouldn't believe the sex Adam and I shared." Eve retorts, trying to assert her claim on the First Man.

"Okay! Let's not go there." Lucifer interrupts Eve, though he secretly wants to hear more.

"Any chance you think Adam discovered immortality or maybe eternal youth?" Lilith asks.

"He better not!" Eve exclaims. "Besides, it doesn't exist, right Lucifer!?"

"Well ... uhhh," Lucifer tries to recall back to his days in Heaven.

"Say yes, Lucifer! Tell me it doesn't exist!" Eve shouts as her hair starts to flare.

"Look! I don't know. I was assigned to create the stars and some of the animals! Maybe my brothers or Sera had placed something like that on Earth." Lucifer defends with his hands up.

Lilith gets up and hugs Eve.

"Relax, Eve. I'm sure he won't be able to discover something so grand so easily. It's just a matter of time before he joins us. Okay?" Lilith calmly assures Eve.

Eve sighs and sits back down. "Yeah, okay. He'll be here soon enough."

He'll be here, and once he is, she will NEVER let him leave her.

-

3200 B.C.

Eve stands at the spot where she first spawned, gazing at the sky.

"ADAM!" Eve shouts. "Hurry up and DIE already! Your darling wife misses you! Your little rib misses being a part of you!"

"Little rib?" Lilith chuckles at the odd nickname.

"It's what he likes to call me when he's the big spoon." Eve reminisces, longing for the closeness they shared.

"That's so cute!" Lilith coos as she comes up behind Eve and hugs her.

"So how about it, Eve? Have you reconsidered wanting to cuddle with us? It's been 300 years." Lilith asks.

"Forget it! I already told you and Lucifer. I'm fine with cheek kisses and hugs, but anything more is reserved for Adam. My virgin hell body is his for the taking. Only after that I may consider." Eve firmly states. "Besides, Adam is bound to die any day now. I just know it!"

"A shame," Lilith pulls away from the hug. "I thought I could finally convince Lucifer to get rid of those ducks and make space on our bed for you."

Eve scoffs. "Don't ask for the impossible. Those ducks are basically his children. Speaking of which, why haven't you and Lucifer had one yet?"

Lilith frowns. "We've been trying for centuries, but it just isn't happening. Though we aren't going to stop... not like there is anything else to do."

"Need some pointers? I'm very experienced." Eve teases.

"Shut up," Lilith retorts.

Eve glances back up to the sky with a look of longing.

300 years and Adam is still alive. What could possibly be keeping him? ... DID HE FUCKING REMARRY!?

...

No, impossible. Adam loves Eve. Eve loves Adam. Besides, any other women would be his children so that should deter him. It's unthinkable for him to be with another woman. No one is as close to him as her. Not even -

"ACLIMA!" Eve shouts at the sky once more. "Leave the fucking nest already, you bitch! How long are you going to cling to my husband! GET YOUR FUCKING OWN!"

-

3100 B.C.

"You know, at this point, he may truly have discovered immortality or eternal youth somehow." Lucifer states. "He always was able to find the oddest things even back in Eden."

Eve paces around the castle, consumed by anxiety and dismay.

"400 years. 400 fucking years. He has almost lived twice as long as me now!"

Lucifer and Lilith can only watch as she paces. Why do they celebrate the day of Eve's arrival? It always triggers her.

"Where is Cain when I need him!? Wandering the fucking Earth and can't even kill his father! What is the point of being a murderer when all you ever did was kill your own brother!? Use that fucking title and kill your father already! NOT LIKE ANYONE ELSE IS GOING TO KILL YOU IN RETALIATION!" Eve shouts at no one in particular.

It would be so good if Cain could kill his father right now. Adam would be traumatized by being killed by his first son. Then he'd end up in hell, and Eve would be there to comfort him. Yes, he would sink further into her love. Never wanting to leave.

"Relax, Eve! It's only a matter of time before he dies," Lucifer tries to assure her.

"I've heard that line a million fucking times before." Eve spits out in anger as Lilith holds her, trying to calm her down.

In all this time, no other soul has shown up after Eve. At this point, the only evidence of death is through murder and disease. Do humans truly live forever, barring no outside force to kill them?

She should be spending eternity with Adam! Probably fucking Sera decided to give her that disease to mess with her! That bitch never could leave well enough alone!

"If it makes you feel better, I called Gabriel last night, and he told me that Adam isn't in Heaven either, so that means he didn't die and head over to their side," Lucifer tries to reassure her, using his one phone call per decamillennial (10,000 years) to ask about Adam. A waste, in his opinion, but all to assure Eve.

Eve takes a deep breath and calms down.

Okay, this is good. Adam hadn't died and gone to heaven like she feared. He's just really fucking healthy and full of life. Right now, she is very disappointed in him. If Adam had died before her, she would have killed herself for him.

Regardless, he'll be here. He will ... be here.

He fucking WILL.

-

3000 B.C.

"I'm going to kill him." Eve states coldly as she holds a kitchen knife in her hand.

"Eve, put the knife down, sweetie." Lilith cautiously but gently tries to calm her.

"It's okay, Lilith, it's all part of the plan. I just need to find a way to go back to Earth, kill him, and maybe Aclima too for good measure. Then I will return here where Adam will be waiting for me," Eve says with a crazed look in her eyes. "He may resist, but it is all in the name of love. Surely, he would understand."

"If you did that, he may hate you," Lilith tries to reason with Eve.

Eve ponders the thought but quickly discards it. "You're so silly, Lilith. He could never hate me. I'm his wife, and he loves me dearly."

Lucifer slowly reaches over and plucks the knife out of her hand.

"He loves me. He loves me dearly. We promised to each other that we would love each other till..." Eve suddenly remembers.

Till death do us part.

Eve immediately bursts out of the room and out of the castle, heading to where she first spawned in hell before looking upwards to the sky.

"ADAM! YOU ARE NOT FUCKING SINGLE!" Eve shouts. "You hear me! You are MINE! I'm your fucking WIFE, YOUR LITTLE RIB! KILL YOURSELF AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

"There is no 'Till death do us part'! You are fucking MINE! We were supposed to DIE TOGETHER!" Eve screams. "ADAM!"

Eve continues to shout at the sky for Adam until her throat is dry. She paces back and fourth restlessly before finally collapsing from exhaustion.

Lucifer and Lilith carried her back to bed and nursed her the following day.

-

Aclima sat by her father's bedside, her hand clasped tightly around his. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft sounds of her stifled sobs. Adam's once vibrant presence now lay still, his face peaceful in repose.

She couldn't bear to tear her gaze away from him, as if by sheer force of will she could bring him back. But deep down, she knew that he was gone, leaving behind an aching void in her heart.

Memories flooded her mind – of her father's gentle smile, his unwavering strength, the sound of his voice reading stories by the fire. How could she go on without him?

With a deep shaky breath, Aclima leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her father's forehead. "Thank you, Father." she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

As she sat there, bathed in the soft light of sun, Aclima made a silent vow to carry on her father's legacy, to live each day with the same grace and courage that he had shown. And though her heart still ached with grief, she knew that she would find the strength to face whatever lay ahead, guided by the love of the father she would always hold dear.

But the first and perhaps hardest task for Aclima would be to bury her father. He has lived a long and fruitful life. His rest is well earned.

Only once he has been laid to rest, will Aclima return home and inform Seth and whoever she meets along the way of father's passing.

The world is vast and she only had so much time left. When her duty is done, she hopes to discover something new and excitedly tell her father about it when she sees him once more.

-

Adam was having trouble running, as he was not used to having wings, and running with them had proven to slow him down considerably, as they constantly caught air. He had no idea where he was even running to. As far as the eye could see, it was nothing but a vast expanse of clouds.

All the angels were confused by the action of the First Man. Sera herself was stunned, but only for a second.

Adam, her son, had just turned and bolted away. Away from her!

Sera had waited patiently for almost a millennium for him, dreaming of the day they would reunite.

And damn it all! She wasn't letting him go!

With a powerful burst of speed from all six of her wings, Sera shot forward towards her singular target. As the head seraphim, her speed was unmatched in all of Heaven. It took only a moment for her to reach her target and another for her arms and six wings to entrap him in her embrace.

Adam, in his new angel form, was far stronger than his mortal form ever was, but even his strength was inconsequential to Sera. Adam kicked and pushed, trying to escape her grasp, but Sera only held him tighter, flushed against her body.

-

Emily was confused by the spectacle before her. Like all the other angels, she had expected Adam to run into Sera's embrace and be welcomed to Heaven. It was an open secret that she had been waiting for this day.

Instead, Adam had turned and run. Michael was about to take off after him but was stopped by what Sera did next. In less time than it took for Michael to unfurl his wings to give chase, Sera had launched herself towards the First Man with a speed rarely seen by anyone. In less than a second, Sera had caught the First Man.

He seemed relieved to see Sera initially, but for a split second before Adam ran, Emily noted the fear in his eyes.

Like he was afraid of the angels.

Emily had never seen someone so fearful and upset before. No one had ever been this way in Heaven.

With newfound resolve and excitement for the unknown, Emily was ready to tackle this problem head-on. She was going to make the First Man happy.

Whatever it takes.

-

An hour had gone by before Sera finally felt Adam's resistance dying down. She continued to wait for him to fully exhaust himself, while she continues to hold him.

"Adam?"

Adam didn't reply, opting to keep his head down instead.

With a snap of her fingers, a chair appeared behind her. Sera sat down and forced Adam onto her lap. Reminiscent of the time in the cave when he had his first heartbreak and when she finally met him again at his altar.

"Look at me, Adam," Sera demanded.

Adam didn't, choosing to try and scurry away instead, but Sera's wings were holding him in place.

"Talk to me, Adam." Sera demanded.

Silence.

Enough was enough. Sera grabbed his chin and tilted his face upwards, forcing him to look at her. His eyes, however, were trying to avoid hers.

"Look. At. Me. Adam." Sera demanded once more.

After a minute had passed, Adam's eyes made contact with Sera's.

"Why did you run, Adam?" Sera asked.

Should he tell her? He didn't know anymore. Anytime angels were involved, it never ended well for him. Yet here he was, in Heaven, surrounded by angels. He had nowhere to go.

"I ... was afraid," Adam whispered.

"What were you afraid of?" Sera questioned.

Adam tried to look away, but Sera's grip was firm.

"Tell me, Adam. What are you afraid of?" Sera asked again.

"... You," Adam admitted.

At that moment, Sera's heart dropped. Her son, whom she had shown only love, was afraid of her.

"Why?" Sera questioned.

Silence.

In the softest voice she had ever used, Sera asked once more. "Please, Adam, tell me why."

"Because ... because bad things happen whenever I look to you ... or any of the angels," Adam explained.

Sera felt a little relieved. He didn't dislike her specifically. He meant the angels in general.

Bad things ... did he mean Lucifer? Did he mean about Cain and Abel?

Sera had more questions for him, but it was clear that Adam wasn't open to answering them. He looked nothing like the wide-eyed, curious man she had known in Eden or on Earth.

The man who triumphed over all of Earth's challenges. Traveled to the farthest reaches with his daughter on the quest of discovery.

Now, now he looked like a frightened child, afraid of saying the wrong thing. A child who needed his mother.

Sera could see he needed comfort and love now more than ever.

She wasn't going to deny him.

"Adam?"

He looked at her with weariness in his eyes.

"I love you." Sera said with the warmest smile as she caressed his cheek.

And that was all it took for Adam, The First Man, to break down, crying.

His arms finally wrapping around Sera instead of himself as he cried into her shoulder.

As Sera held him, she kissed the top of his head and gently stroked his back.

She finally had her son back, and she wasn't letting go anytime soon.

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Chapter 7: Heaven's First Soul

Summary:

Adam is finally in Heaven and he should be happy ... right?

Notes:

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A lot of time has passed since Adam's passing. Aclima has informed Seth and many others of father's death. Together with Seth, she had mourned their father's death and drank the night away in his honor. Sharing stories about her adventures with her dad to Seth had been cathartic.

Now the time of mourning has passed and Aclima is back to discovering. She had asked Seth if he would like to journey with her but just like father, he has a huge family with his wife and wishes to spend his time with them.

She has spent months travelling far up north, a region that she and Adam had avoided because it was simply too cold. Now though, now she had two heavy coats made from thick fur and her resolve. She is going to go see what is up there.

Aclima was amazed to find life out in such a cold climate but she did. She didn't believe it at first but there was a bear with white fur. Knowing bears, she resisted the urge to go over and pet it. Regardless, she still needed to give it a name. White bear would be a little too on the nose but nothing else comes to mind. Dad would be so disappointed if she called this magnificent creature by such a simple name.

On her journey here, she did meet many of her brother and sisters as she travelled and whenever she asked for direction to the north, some of them would say "polar" instead of north.

With nothing else in mind, Aclima decides to call this bear a "Polar Bear".

...

Good enough.

-

Sera doesn't know how long she had been sitting outside of Heaven, cradling the First Man in her arms.

She doesn't care. Hours or days can pass and she'll hold him all the same.

Adam had stopped crying for awhile now and is simply resting. Sera looks upon her son and smiles. So long she had only viewed him through a monitor and now she is finally holding him.

Adam stirs from his nap and looks up at Sera.

"I'm sorry ... for running." Adam looks down, feeling guilty.

Sera presses her forehead to his.

"I forgive you Adam. Just promise me you won't run from me anymore, okay? You had me very worried." Sera says.

Adam nods his head.

Sera breathes out a sigh of relief. With his promise, Sera releases him from her hold and lets him stand on his own. She ignores the empty feeling in her wings.

"Come on Adam, the angels are waiting to greet you." Sera extends her hand out to Adam who is more than happy to take.

Together, they walk over to Heaven's gate which opened for them. Loud music and singing suddenly played and the angels around them started cheering. Adam wasn't expecting such a grand reception.

Flying down towards them was another Seraphim. One much shorter than him. The excitement is clear on her face as she landed in front of him with a joyful squeal.

"Hi! I'm Emily, the other seraphim, though you can call me Em! Emmy, E, whatever you want, I go by whatever." She giggles and extends her hand out for a shake. "Welcome to Heaven!"

Adam can't help but smile at such a joyous creature. He reaches out and shakes her hand.

"Hi Em, I'm Adam." Adam replies.

"Oh, I know who you are! You are the only human Sera enjoys talking about!" Emily giggles as she clasp his hands and started dragging him away. Sera following closely behind.

"Gosh, I'm so pleased to show someone new around. After you see our realm, you'll never wanna go back down!" Emily says as she leads him around.

Sera places her hand on Adam shoulder to get his attention. "Of course you'll never go back down. You're here to stay."

Adam can't help but admire the buildings and cleanliness of the place.

"This place is amazing! I can't believe it!" Adam exclaims in joy.

"You better believe it!" Emily says. "cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife. It's the perfect afterlife!"

As Adam looked around, he saw countless angels surrounding him, all admiring the First Man. Emily rushes off to get something and Adam turns his attention to Sera.

"Where is Eve and Abel?" The two of them had died long before him so he figured they would be in Heaven.

Sera had dreaded this question. She didn't want to upset him in the middle of the promenade.

"You'll see them soon enough." Sera says reassuringly. "They are currently busy."

"They don't want to see me?" Adam questions with pain in his heart, dreading the answer.

Eve promised she would never leave him.

Fortunately, before Sera needed to answer, Emily had returned with a plate of ribs.

"I did a lot of research on your favorite foods and I know you love these!" Emily brings the plate up to his face.

"Oh um, I really shouldn't -" Adam was interrupted by Emily shoving a rib into his mouth. The succulent meat melted on his tongue, releasing a symphony of flavors that danced across his taste buds like celestial harmonies.

Adam looses his train of thought and could only now think of the ribs in front of him. Never has he tasted such heavenly ribs before. Neither he nor Eve could come close to creating this taste back on Earth.

Emily hands him the plate and Adam starts wolfing down the ribs.

Thankful that Emily had just saved her, Sera ushers them to continue the tour.

They soon come upon a two story mansion. A first for Adam who had only lived in wooden structures and caves for most of his life.

"This is my house?" Adam ask.

Emily giggles as Sera comes up behind them to hold the two of them close.

"No Adam, this is OUR house." Sera states happily.

Makes sense. Of course two seraphim would stay in such an elegant place.

"Than where do I stay?" Adam asks, feeling puzzled.

Emily could only laugh at his obvious confusion. "No silly. You're staying with us!"

"What -" Before Adam could protest, he is quickly cut off when Emily grabs his hand and drags him into the mansion.

Sera, satisfied that Adam is now in good hands, leaves to prepare the feast they were going to have tonight. Though see felt happy seeing the two get along so well, a small part of her wishes that it was herself giving the tour instead of Emily.

-

The interior was immaculate, furnished with the best Heaven had to offer. With marble flooring and a grand staircase before him, Adam was flabbergasted. Never in his life had he seen such splendor, and now he was expected to live here? If it weren't for Emily holding onto his hand, he was sure he would have bolted out of there.

Seeing the First Man looking around in shock and awe put Emily on cloud nine. She, the joy bringer, was bringing joy! So exciting!

Emily continued to give Adam the grand tour around the mansion, leading him up the stairs and ushering him into a vacant room.

"And here is where you will sleep!" Emily bounced in excitement, awaiting his reaction. "Well, what do you think!?"

The room was spacious; in it sat a king-size bed that commanded attention, draped in luxurious linens and crowned by a grand headboard. Sunlight danced through billowing curtains, casting a warm glow onto polished floors and elegant furnishings.

"This is ... amazing." Adam said as a tear left his eye. He had never had nor seen such luxury before.

Eve would have loved it.

Before he could fully appreciate the room in its entirety, Emily grabbed his hand again and led him out to the back of the mansion. Out back was a large garden with various plants and a small pond with several types of fish.

"Do you want to learn how to fly!?" Emily excitedly exclaimed, eager to teach.

Flying ... Adam remembered back in the garden when Lucifer would grab onto him and fly him around Eden. Never had he been so high, clearing mountains in mere minutes compared to the hours it would take if he were alone. Looking back, those makeshift wings he was trying to build back in Eden seemed so silly now.

"Yes, please." Adam said.

And so, under Emily's patient guidance, Adam began his lessons. She taught him how to spread his wings, how to catch the currents of air, and how to trust in the strength within him. Adam himself had always been a quick learner, and though he stumbled and faltered, in mere hours he could fly, though not as gracefully as Emily had shown him. She assured him that with time, he would.

Emily couldn't have been prouder. Here she was, hours ago teaching Adam how to fly, and now he was doing loops in the air. Emily couldn't contain her excitement and flew up to meet him. The two danced in the air, played tag, and admired the view from up high.

Emily had her wings her whole life, but she never truly appreciated them until she met Adam. The excitement in his eyes showed her that the simple act of flying, to her, was the pinnacle of joy for him.

And she made it happen—she brought joy! The same man who had fear in his eyes earlier today was now beaming!

Emily loved his smile.

-

The sky soon darkened, signaling the arrival of evening. Her next task was to bring him to the promenade where a buffet awaited them.

Leaving the mansion grounds and flying back to the promenade, Adam and Emily spotted a huge table with a large selection of food laid out. They spotted Sera as they approached.

As if sensing their arrival, Sera turned and was surprised to see Adam flying already. Emily landed beside Sera while Adam continued to fly, enjoying his new ability.

"He is flying, Mom! I taught him how to fly!" Emily excitedly exclaimed.

"You've done well, Emily. I expected no less from our First Man." Sera looked up at Adam flying with pride. She hadn't expected him to learn so soon. Once again, she wished she had been the one to teach him or at least been there to witness it. Watching him take his first flight was as significant as when he took his first step or said his first word.

Regardless, today was a day of celebration, and Sera wanted nothing more than for her son to be happy. Reaching out her hands, she called out for him.

"Adam!" Sera called out in her motherly voice.

Adam's attention quickly turned to her, and when he saw her arms outstretched, he eagerly dove towards her. While his landing was rough, Sera caught him in an embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, Adam. You're already flying, and it hasn't been a day," Sera whispered to him.

All the angels around them cheered at the sight. Once Sera released him, the angels crowded around him and started congratulating him. Some even asked questions about his life on Earth, which he was all too happy to answer.

The question of Eve and Abel still lingered in his mind.

-

Adam had never eaten so much in his life before, always needing to ration the food and ensure Eve and his children had enough to eat. Even now, as he felt his stomach on the cusp of exploding, Emily and Sera were still trying to get him to eat more.

"No need to be shy, Adam. You can eat as much as you want." Sera urged, placing another plate of ribs in front of him.

"She's right! The food is never-ending here, so have some more!" Emily refilled his wine cup.

"Please, no more. I'm very full. You pretty much stuffed me like a turkey." Adam chuckled, recalling the word "turkey" brings back fond memories.

He remembered when he and Aclima discovered the turkey bird. He had thought of them as something akin to chicken as he inspected the bird while Aclima had killed another one and got a grand idea to stuff the turkey with some of the food items they were carrying.

Adam was weirded out at first, but Aclima did inherit more of her mother's eccentric behavior. The turkey they roasted that night was delicious.

The sound of clinking pulled him out of his memories as Emily was now making a toast.

"I would like to make a toast to the man of the hour!" Everyone raised their wine glasses as she spoke. "It's been nearly a millennium since he left us, but now he is back, and we welcome him with open arms!"

Cheers could be heard throughout.

"We welcome Adam, The First Man, and the FIRST HUMAN SOUL in Heaven!" Emily exclaimed.

"Emily, no!" Sera shouted but was too late.

Sera's face dropped. She had neglected to tell Emily not to mention that last bit. Sera quickly turned to Adam, whose expression had greatly darkened.

First ... human ... soul?

He is the first? Not Eve nor Abel?

This can't be. Emily must be wrong. He can't be the first!

Adam looked to Sera, hoping to have her dispel the lie.

But all Adam saw on her face was the guilt-ridden truth being revealed.

Adam, The First Man, is the first human soul in Heaven.

If he is in Heaven, then Eve and Abel must be in ...

"Adam?" Sera reaches out for her son.

-

Emily was stunned when Sera shouted. Had she said something wrong? Sera had told her that Adam would be the first soul in Heaven.

The party had gone eerily silent after her toast, followed by a sudden burst of strong winds coming from where Adam had been seated.

Everyone watched as Adam took off into the air and raced toward the gates of Heaven.

Not again! Sera couldn't lose her son again! If he got out, he might very well find a way into hell!

She wouldn't allow it! ADAM WILL STAY IN HEAVEN!

"We need to stop him, Emily!" Sera shouted as she unfurled her wings and took off after him. Emily didn't understand what had happened, but she soon took off as well after regaining her bearings.

Adam could see the pearly gates. He just had to fly over them and find his way into hell.

His sweet Eve didn't belong there. The one who always stood by his side whenever anything went wrong. She always somehow managed to find him even when he wanted to be alone. They promised they would never leave each other. What kind of husband would he be if he left her to suffer in the arms of Lucifer and Lilith? And what of Abel? Was he being their slave!?

So many ifs. Right now, all Adam had to do was get out and down into hell, save his wife and son. Bring them to Heaven.

His heroic endeavor was cut short when Sera crashed into him and brought him down to the ground.

He couldn't let it end here. He needed to save his wife and son!

"Let go, Sera!" Adam shouted as he tried to pull away.

"NEVER!" Sera shouted back. "You promised Adam, you promised you won't run from me!

Sera's arms had locked themselves around Adam, but his wings were still free. Flapping with all his strength, he tried to fly.

His attempts were futile as she was far stronger, and her grip on him was tight. To quell the last of his resistance, her six wings encased him and his wings in a forceful, loving embrace, much like a cocoon.

This didn't stop Adam from struggling.

"I'm sorry, Adam, but I will not let you go to hell!" Sera declared. She gathered some angelic power in her lips before pressing them to his forehead.

He feels his resolve fading. He feels himself getting drowsy.

The kiss soon sent him unconscious, and Adam went limp in her arms.

Yes, this is how it should be. Adam is relaxed, SAFE. In her arms and wings.

She would protect him.

Even from himself.

-

Emily appeared mere moments after Sera had tackled Adam to the ground. She watched as he flailed and struggled, trying to escape and leave Heaven.

But that was impossible! No one wanted to leave Heaven! No one has ever chosen to leave Heaven!

Yet as she looked at Adam, all she saw was an unhappy man. He wanted to leave.

He wanted to leave because of what she had said!

She was feeling something new for the first time. It was unpleasant and unwelcome, something she never wanted to feel again.

Remorse.

This was all her fault. She was the joy bringer, and yet here he was not feeling joy because of what she had said earlier! She failed at her one and only job!

She wouldn't stand for this! She hated this feeling!

She must make him happy! She will bring him joy because she is the JOY BRINGER!

ADAM WILL BE HAPPY!

Notes:

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Chapter 8: Cooking Up a Plan

Summary:

Eve: I have a plan.

Lucifer and Lilith: Let her cook.

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3070 B.C.

Lilith and Lucifer approach Eve as she has gathered a large amount of wood by where she had first spawned in hell.

"What are you doing Eve?" Lilith ask

"I'm making a fire and cooking some meat. By the way, Lucifer, since you're here, I'm also going to need lots of ribs and an assortment of meats." Eve ask. "Pork, beef, chicken, fish and a bunch of seasoning too."

Lucifer and Lilith look at each other in confusion before turning back to Eve.

Lucifer snaps his fingers and a plate of freshly cooked ribs appear.

"You know I can just make food appear right? You don't even need to be here to cook, we have a kitchen at home." Lucifer states.

"Geez, I know that. I'm trying to entice Adam to kill himself and get his butt down here." Eve states.

...

"You lost me Eve. How does this get Adam to come down to hell?" Lilith inquires.

Eve chuckles. "It's simple. Like I told all of my daughters, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"Any who, my plan is to cook Adam favorite meats and let the smell waft upwards to Earth. He will smell it, think of me, grow nostalgic and kill himself to be with me." Eve states.

"That's uhhh ... a very ambitious plan Eve, but I don't think the smell will reach Earth. I doubt it will even leave the Pride Ring." Lucifer says.

"Look, I spawned somewhere around here so that must be something here is connecting it to Earth." Eve states. "I'm sure if I put my love into the cooking, the smell will find its way to Adam."

"Sorry sweetie but I agree with my husband, this plan is stupid." Lilith states with a look of pity.

"So, you two smartasses got a better plan?" Eve huffs at them.

...

"That's what I thought. Now help me cook or go fuck yourselves." Eve continues to pile on the wood.

Lilith and Lucifer look at each other before shrugging their shoulders and deciding to help Eve. While this plan does sound stupid, there is a non-zero chance of it working.

With a snap of Lucifer fingers, a huge assortment of meats appear hanging off a rack and a small fire starts at the gathered wood. Beside the rack, a table of with different seasonings appears as well.

"You know, I've never cooked before, can you teach me?" Lilith ask. She never had to cook before in her life because Lucifer always just made food appear.

"Oh, me too! May as well right?" Lucifer chimes in.

"Sure. I'm going to need all the help I can get to cook all these meat to generate enough of the smell to reach Earth." Eve happily states.

Once Adam kills himself and appears here, she can serve him the cooked meats and they will both be happy together once more.

-

Sera had carried Adam back to their mansion and laid him down in his bed. He will wake up soon and she'll need to explain to him what happened to Eve and Abel else he'll just keep trying to escape.

No, she can't have that happening. Adam must stay in Heaven.

Once Adam was tucked into bed, Sera exits the room and turns to Emily.

"Emily, I need you to watch over Adam. Do not let him leave this room until I return, understand?" Sera says to her.

"Yes, mom." Emily says with a sad smile. She hadn't gotten over the fact that she was the cause of someone sadness.

Sera, seeing her downtrodden look, kneels down to her level and plants a kiss on her forehead.

"Emily, what happened at the banquet was not your fault. It was mine. I neglected to tell you and now Adam is hurt. But don't worry, I can amend this situation. I just need you to make sure Adam stays in his room or at least in the mansion until I return." Sera reassures her.

Emily nods her head, entering Adam's room to keep her eye on him.

Satisfied, Sera turns and teleports away to her office. She turns on the monitor and switches the camera feed to hell.

Sera knew all along that Eve was in hell and was probably suffering, she never bothered to check on her. IT'S BECAUSE OF HER THAT HER SON LEFT PARADISE!

She zooms in on an activity happening near the gateway to hell and she is surprised to see the trio ... cooking? She begins recording the current feed.

-

As the flames licked the air and the scent of smoke filled their lungs, Eve began her culinary lesson, demonstrating the delicate balance of fire and patience required for the perfect ribs. Lilith and Lucifer, however, proved to be more enthusiastic than adept.

Lilith, accidentally dropped a handful of herbs into the fire, causing a burst of fragrant smoke to rise into the air. With a giggle, Eve reassured her, showing her how to salvage the remaining herbs and infuse them into the marinade for added flavor.

Meanwhile, Lucifer, attempted to speed up the cooking process by turning up the heat, only to find himself with charred ribs and a smoky mess. Undeterred, Eve chuckled and gently guided him, explaining the importance of patience and allowing the ribs to cook slowly over the coals for the best results.

This situation reminds Eve so much of her time teaching her daughters how to cook. All of them learned well and thanks to their newly acquired skill, had landed themselves husbands.

All so they will move out and that Adam will spend more time with her.

The only whore one that stayed behind was Aclima. Always insisting on helping her in the kitchen, trying to learn all her secrets. Probably thinking she can kick her own mom to the side and take Adam away from her!

Well too bad! Aclima didn't learn how to make the best ribs. Adam's favorite. She kept that recipe closely guarded.

Adam is probably wishing everyday that he had died with her. No daughter of hers will ever match her cooking!

Soon, Adam will join her in hell and Eve will prepare all the ribs he could ever want to eat. To give him all the strength he will need to withstand what she has planned for him at night.

She can't help but smile at the thought.

-

Seems Eve wasn't suffering as much as Sera had thought. Rather, she seems to be enjoying herself. Clearly, she never cared for Adam if she is friends with Lilith and Lucifer of all people.

It doesn't matter, she has what she needs.

Sera stands and immediately teleports home.

-

Emily watches as the First Man rest in his bed. She wonders how she could make him more comfortable.

Moving to his bedside, she stands next to his sleeping form, reaches out and caress his cheek. Adam stirs slightly and leans into her palm. Emily felt her face flush at the action.

Is this what Sera feels whenever she hold him? Why does her heart sing for more? Why does she yearn for more?

With a little hesitation, Emily climbs onto his bed and presses herself into his side. He is very warm.

Without warning, Adam turns and put his arm around Emily, earning a soft squeal from her, his wings drapes over her.

"Nightmares again, Aclima?" He says as he pull Emily closer to him. "It's okay. Daddy will protect you."

Emily isn't sure what she should do now. Right now she feels elated. Never before has she felt so warm and protected. The sound of his heartbeat is oddly calming. She knows she should leave but doesn't want to.

Instead, she opted to close her eyes and let herself drift off to sleep. Her sadness from earlier melting away.

-

Adam stirs awake and notices someone is in his arms. For a moment, he believes it to be Aclima but soon recalls the events of earlier today and looks down. He finds Emily resting soundly and contented with a smile on her face.

"Awww, so cute." Adam whispers as he brushes a strand of her hair back.

He enjoys the peacefulness of the situation for a moment before remembering that he needs to rescue Eve and Abel. With centuries of fatherly experience, Adam carefully weaves himself out of Emily sleeping form and quietly gets off the bed. Before leaving, he gently covers her with a blanket and head for the door.

With his successful escape from the mansion, Adam spreads his wings and flies towards Heaven's pearly gates.

-

Minutes after Adam had left, the feeling of warmth had disappeared and Emily arms reach out to grasp at air.

Emily awakens to find him missing. In a panic, she jumps out of bed and looks around the room. The sheets now thrown on the floor as she opens the closet and drawers checking for the man.

"Where are you Adam!?" She shouts in a panic. She needs to find him!

She soon notices a pair of golden wings sail past the window and is now flying away from the mansion.

"Oh no!" Emily exclaims. Sera is going to be so disappointed in her, she only had to watch the man and she couldn't even do that!

She quickly unlocks the window and unfurls her six wings. With a powerful flap, she speeds off after him. While she may not be as fast as Sera, she is confident that she can still catch up to the man who had only learned how to fly hours ago.

-

Sera teleports into Adam's room roughly ten minutes after Emily had left. She notes the messy state of the room but is alarmed when her eyes land on the bed and sees her son is missing.

She quickly looks over the room and notes that the window is open and concludes he has escaped and is heading for the gates.

Without a moment to spare, she unfurls her own wings and takes off at breakneck speed.

-

Adam was flying fast but Emily was hot on his tail.

"ADAM, STOP!" Emily shout can be heard. She is gradually closing in on him.

Ignoring her pleas, he continues exerting every ounce of strength he has into his wings. His efforts are futile however as Emily soon catches up. She crashes on to his back but thanks to her small frame, her impact isn't as forceful enough to bring him down.

"I'm sorry Adam!" Emily grabs and hold both of his wings.

"Emily! Let go!" Adam was quickly descending with Emily incapacitating his wings.

She doesn't relent and they soon crash just before the gates.

-

Sera had arrived at the gates mere moments after they had crashed. Relief washes over her as she lands between them and the gates.

Emily is the first to recover from the crash and has a frantic expression. She can't believe that she just hurt the very first winner in Heaven. This is not bringing joy!

"Adam, please tell me you're okay!" Emily reaches down to help him up.

Adam sits up with a groan. He tries stretching his wings but a sharp pain shoots through his left wing.

"I think ... I sprained my left wing." Adam groans out.

"Oh geez. I'm so sorry Adam!" Emily says as she hugs him and tries to give him comfort.

Sera steps forward and kneels down to be eye level with Adam as he sat on the floor.

Adam looks into her eyes and lets out a sigh.

"I know what you're going to say Sera. I should have stayed home." Adam says dejectedly before looking away.

But instead of being scolded, Sera suddenly hugs him in a tight embrace.

"I'm so glad you didn't leave Heaven." Sera hug tightens. She was so close to losing him so many times. If Emily had not brought him down, he may very well have flown past the gates. If he had, she wasn't sure if she could find him.

No words were said for awhile as Adam enjoys the warmth.

"Please mom, I need to see Eve." Adam begs in her embrace.

Sera releases her hold and pulls out a crystal ball. She holds it in front of Adam.

"I'm sorry Adam, but she isn't the same woman whom you loved once." A video recording of what had transpired in hell plays on the crystal ball.

What plays in front of Adam has him flabbergasted. Eve the woman who always cursed the names Lilith and Lucifer, who always talked about punching them in the face if she ever saw them again is teaching Lucifer and Lilith how to cook.

The most agonizing part for Adam was that Eve was happy. She is smiling and laughing with them.

Was her love a lie? Did she ever love him? Was he nothing more than a placeholder!?

Or perhaps, she took the "Till death do us part" literally.

Adam always wanted to believe that their love transcends death but it seems he was only lying to himself.

After the video ends, Adam had only one last question. He may not have Eve anymore but Abel ...

"Where is Abel? Please tell me he is okay!" He looks into Sera eyes, begging for an answer.

Sera hesitates to answer but knows she has to. Adam needed to know what happened to Abel.

"Adam, you being the first human soul in Heaven was by design." Sera explains. "You were pure and maintained that purity throughout your life. While your life had many challenges, you always rose above any of sin temptations."

"With the exception of Eve and Lilith who were destined for hell, no other humans were meant to die before you. You were the template to what allows a human into Heaven." Sera continues. "Abel death shouldn't have happened."

"But it did happen. So where is he?" Adam ask.

"I'm sorry Adam, but Abel soul is lost to us." Sera says. "Without you here, he was never allowed entry into Heaven and because he wasn't sinful, he didn't belong in hell."

"So where is he!? Where is my son!?" Adam ask again. Frustrated that there is no clear answer.

"I don't know." Sera states.

And that was it.

Eve, his former wife who always proclaimed her undying love for him has left him for the two people who broke his heart and betrayed him.

His son who lived a good and honest life is now lost and no one knows where he is.

Adam could no longer take it.

He failed his family.

He curls into a ball and ignores the pain in his wings to wrap himself in them. Adam has officially hit his lowest point.

Sera heart aches at the sight, now unsure if he needs space or if he needs her.

-

Emily has never seen someone so downtrodden before. Seeing him in this state hurts her pride as the joy bringer.

She was the joy bringer and joy she will bring!

Approaching Adam, she looks around his form to find an opening and find one she did. His left wing isn't covering his left side fully because of his injury and she spots an opening.

She dives into the gap at his side, forcing herself through the opening. Thanks to her smaller frame, she is able to slip in.

Adam in response tried to close the gap but it was too late.

"Go away Emily!" Adam demands, wanting to be left alone.

"Never! You need me!" Emily exclaims. She soon finds herself sitting on his lap. She wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

"You won't get rid of me that easily!" Emily giggles.

Gosh, her laughter is contagious. Adam can't help but wraps his own arms around her as well. While he was still sad, he can't help but let out a small smile at the effort she was putting in. So assertive like Eve.

To Emily, this was her shining moment, he had hurt him so much today but now, now he was smiling because of her!

...

But it isn't the same smile he donned when he first got his taste of flying.

She'll need to try harder.

-

Sera, feeling a little envious that it was Emily making Adam smile again, decided to hug Adam from behind. Adam now finds himself sandwiched between a large and small seraphim.

Adam chuckles at the situation he finds himself in. He may not have Eve anymore but he still had his mom and Emily. He may not have Abel but one day, he hopes to see Aclima.

"Okay, okay. You two made your point." Adam tries to get out of the hug but only feels Sera wasn't letting go.

"Are you going to try and leave Heaven again?" Sera questions.

"Not without good reason?" Adam hesitantly says.

Sera tightens the hug. "Wrong answer. The only answer I will accept is "no"."

"But what if -"

"NO!" Sera says sternly. Adam feels his chest being crushed.

"Okay, you made your point! I won't leave Heaven!" Adam wheezes out.

"Good." Sera releases her hold and so does Emily.

"Lets go home." Sera smiles as she helps Adam to his feet and Emily hold his hand as they walk back to their mansion.

As they walk to the mansion, Adam wonders what he would do if Aclima ends up in hell.

He hopes that scenario never comes to pass.

-

Over a day has passed since they started cooking and Adam still isn't here.

Eve tears into the rib she had cooked earlier as she stares angrily at the sky.

Where the fuck is he!? He is making her waste good food!

Lucifer sits beside Eve, biting into a rib of his own.

"I think I like cooking. How about next time we try pancakes!?" Lucifer says excitedly.

Notes:

Yeah, I decided to kill off Abel. I don't want to make a whole plot for him.

Chapter 9: The Lonely Chef

Summary:

Yay, more Aclima lore!

Notes:

Wow! Now over 400 kudos and almost at 5000 hits! over 5000 hits! Holy shit. Never thought I see this day!

You guys must really like my story or really like yanderes. Either way, I'm thankful.

I wasn't so sure how the last chapter was going to do but I'm glad it went over well judging by the comments.

Anyway, enjoy.

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Chapter Text

One crisp winter evening, as Aclima continued her travels through the north, she glanced up at the star-studded sky and noticed a faint, ethereal glow dancing on the horizon. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what it was – dancing colorful lights. With a gasp of wonder, she stood transfixed, watching in awe as ribbons of green and violet wove across the heavens like celestial ribbons.

As Aclima marveled at the breathtaking display, her thoughts inevitably turned to her father. He had always been her guiding light, her source of wisdom and strength. He would have loved to witness this magical sight with her.

Tears welled in Aclima's eyes as she whispered a silent prayer to her father, wishing he could be there beside her to share in this moment. But even in his absence, she felt his presence all around her, in the whisper of the wind and the gentle glow of the aurora.

With a bittersweet smile, Aclima needed to name this new phenomenon.

Gosh, it was so hard to think of names, how does he do it?

For now, she'll just call it the "Northern Lights".

-

A week has passed and Emily is growing frustrated. She swore to herself that she would make Adam feel the pinnacle of joy, never letting him be as sad as the first day he was in Heaven. Yet, all Emily could get out of the man was at best, a normal smile. More often than not, she sees the sad smile that he would adorn. A smile he offered to assure people he was fine.

His wings had already healed from the damage she caused but still, he seems sad.

She tried everything. Hugs, cuddles, wing hugs (Though her wings weren't as large as Sera so she can't really cocoon him.) and even the forehead kisses he seemed to like so much.

She wants to see that smile and joy in his eyes and lips from the first day he arrived. When she shoved a heavenly made rib in his mouth and taught him how to fly.

WHY WON'T HE SMILE LIKE THAT AGAIN!?

Always without fail, whenever they walked past the pearly gates, he would look out like as if he was longing for something. Emily hopes it wasn't his ex-wife, she saw the video with him that day on Sera crystal ball and she felt mad for the first time in her life.

There Adam was, ready to charge down to hell to 'rescue' his wife and what is she doing? Having a merry old time with the two people who hurt him and her. She could feel Adam heartbreak the moment he saw them gleefully cooking.

She hope he isn't still planning to try and leave Heaven to be with them.

If he leaves, it means he wasn't happy in Heaven.

If he isn't happy in Heaven, it was her fault.

She is the joy bringer. She must make Adam happy.

She won't fail again!

ADAM WILL BE HAPPY!

-

A month had gone by since Adam first arrived in Heaven. Sera had instructed Adam that he isn't to go anywhere without her or Emily present beside him. While reluctant, he agrees to her rules but often finds himself cooped up at home as the two Seraphim had their duties. Adam wanted to explore more of Heaven but now he feels like he is living the first half of his life once again.

At least in life, it wasn't so boring as he had Eve by his side and his many, many children. Even than he could wander the village, doing his chores and help his family. But here in this big mansion with no one to talk to. Adam is a little sad.

So what does he do? He waits for 3pm so that he can start cooking. He may not be as good as Eve where culinary skills were concerned but he is confident. He practically invented cooking when he discovered fire and stabbing animals with a pointy stick.

While many of the items in the kitchen were new to him, he still gave it names like "spatula", "Rice cooker" and many more. He doesn't know how but every time he names something new in Heaven, all the angels start calling it by the name he had given it. As if everything he named became common knowledge.

It was an entertaining month trying to figure out how everything in the kitchen works. The two Seraphim were of no help as they never cooked for themselves before. Thanks to their ability to manifest food at the snap of their fingers. A power he wish he had back on Earth.

Regardless, he wanted to cook for them. To show them how much he loves them. The act of eating dinner together with the family was always a happy moment for Adam.

Today, he decided to make a hearty vegetable stew, reminiscent of the simple yet satisfying meals he used to share with Eve back on Earth. He chopped vibrant vegetables with practiced efficiency, the rhythmic sound of his knife against the cutting board echoing in the spacious kitchen.

As the stew simmered on the stove, Adam hummed a tune to himself, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. Despite his initial reservations about being confined to the mansion, he had found solace and fulfillment in the familiar act of cooking.

Looking at the clock, Adam sees that it is 6pm, the time when they should be returning. He can't wait for them to come home and try his stew!

So he waits by the door.

...

and waits.

...

and waits.

...

9pm rolls around and they have not returned. While not uncommon, it is rare that they didn't call to inform him.

Did they forget him? Like Eve did.

Does his cooking not suit their palette and he has just been annoying them this whole time? Were they only obliging him?

He wishes Aclima was here with him.

-

Sera can't believe how much work she and Emily had to do today. Michael had suddenly proposed to the council that an angelic army was needed to protect Heaven. To protect from what? Sera doesn't know.

The only threat would be Lucifer but he has been stripped of any ability that would allow him access to Heaven. So Adam was safe from his reach.

Still though, his proposal had stirred up quite the controversy. Michael argues that if a threat were to arise, only a handful of angels would be ready to go on the offensive at a moment notice and depending on the level of the threat, it may not be enough.

Emily argues that violence should only be a last resort and that Heaven was the safest place in the universe. If any potential threat were to be found, peaceful resolution should be the first option.

Their argument had continued long into the night. All Sera wanted to do was go home and have dinner with her family.

At some point in the argument, Michael had suggested that when the humans time on Earth has passed and those that are worthy of Heaven have entered, they should be pressed into angelic military service. Their survival on Earth making them experienced for such a charge and with the luxury they offer to these humans in Heaven, they should be glad to serve Heaven.

"Adam would serve as their leader." Michael declares. "A man like him would charge headfirst into danger!"

Sera quickly shoots him and his idea down. The fact that he would suggest her son be sent to do something so dangerous is unfathomable. She watched him struggle and suffer through his life. Watched him DIE on his death bed.

HE EARNED HIS REST!

Even now in Heaven, he suffers in silence.

She won't let him suffer anymore. She won't let him put himself in danger for those who would shun his love and care.

HE WILL NOT LEAVE HEAVEN!

"This meeting is over." Sera announces. She takes Emily hand and walk out of the council room.

It's getting late.

She hopes Adam isn't upset.

-

It was nearing 1am when Sera and Emily had finally arrived home. They quietly open the door and half expected Adam to be there waiting with open arms, ready for hugs.

Instead, they open to find Adam sleeping on the couch with a note on the table.

The note informing them that he made stew and it was on the stove and it needed to be reheated.

But the next line is what concerns Sera and upsets Emily.

'I'm sorry if my cooking isn't to your taste. You can throw it out if you want. I'll stop cooking.'

Adam's cooking wasn't bad, in fact, it was nearly as good as the food they could get when they snap their fingers.

Adam dishes were different though, it had the warmth of a hearth on a chilly evening and the comforting aroma of memories woven into each dish. Despite their remarkable ability to manifest any food imaginable with a mere thought, there was something inherently special about the meals Adam prepared.

Perhaps it was the way he meticulously chopped vegetables, his hands moving with practiced ease, each slice imbued with the care of a father's touch. Or maybe it was the way he seasoned each dish just right, a pinch of salt here, a dash of pepper there, his intuition guiding him like an artist with a brush.

But more than the flavors and the textures, it was the love that Adam infused into his cooking that set it apart. Every meal he prepared was a labor of love, a testament to his unwavering devotion to Sera, Emily and anyone he considered family.

Sera and Emily didn't want to lose him.

Setting down the note, Sera gently picks Adam up in her arms and brings him to her room. Sera sets him down on her bed and lays down beside him. Emily had followed and positioned herself in-between Adam and Sera.

Sera wings drape themselves over Adam and Emily as she pulls her family close to her.

Adam may have gone to sleep alone but Sera and Emily are going to make sure he wakes up feeling loved.

They will eat the stew together tomorrow.

-

2999 B.C.

Its official, Adam has now lived twice as long as Eve and up till this point, no other human souls have appeared after her.

While Eve is back to her yearly rants at the sky. Lucifer looks out the window and at the heavenly orb in the sky. He never once regretted giving human free will but he wishes he could meet his family. Was Michael still the battle loving maniac? Was Azrael still in his emo phase? Is Raphael still researching new forms of medicine?

So many questions and no one can give him an answer. He wasted his one phone call to check if Adam was in Heaven. Should have asked them how long do humans lived for too.

"Come on Adam! Come on down and breed your loving WIFE!" Eve shouts, trying to entice Adam if by some miracle he were listening. She had it known to them that Adam had a breeding fetish which Lucifer supposes is why they were so quick to populate the Earth.

"I'll even let you breed Lilith too! She has been dying to have a child!" Eve continues shouting while Lilith sits beside her, giggling at the spectacle that is Eve.

"But I'm the first one you hear me!? The first pussy you touch in hell will be mine!" Even Lucifer lets out a hearty chuckle as Eve continues ranting. He tries his best but Lilith and him just can't seem to conceive. He doesn't dare try asking Eve.

Lucifer looks out at the vast land of nothing. It looks nothing like the beautiful landscape of Heaven.

So why not make one?

Eventually, Adam SHOULD die and come down to hell. Why not give him a spectacle.

He can just imagine it.

Adam arrives in hell to see a bustling landscape of buildings and wonder. The three of them there ready to greet him and welcome him to hell.

Maybe he'll be angry. Maybe he'll be in awe. He just knows that whatever happens, they were going to need to have a long talk.

With newfound determination, Lucifer unfurls his wings and sets out. With angelic power in hand, streets were created and buildings as tall as skyscrapers were made overnight. His proudest creation, his pride and joy, Lu Lu World.

Soon, once he is done creating his version of Utopia. He will bring the girls out and take them on a tour. They will have fun, reminisce and enjoy themselves. All while waiting for the fourth member to arrive.

...

Lucifer wants his friend back. AT ANY COST.

-

Aclima knows her life will be coming to an end soon. Waking up everyday has become harder and harder and her body isn't what it once was. But still, she must persist for she wants a story worthy to tell her father. With her journey in the North done, she heads south where she finds herself on a secluded island. It seemed none of her brothers or sisters had established anything here yet.

Aclima is convinced that this island is where the angels dumped their reject creations because their ability to survive thus far has left her stumped.

She comes across a species of birds she and Adam had never seen nor heard of.

Aclima approached cautiously, her heart pounding with excitement. She had never encountered such a creature in all her wanderings. As she drew nearer, she noticed the bird's large, hooked beak and round, expressive eyes.

Unable to contain her excitement, Aclima reached out a trembling hand and gently touched the bird's soft feathers. To her surprise, the bird made no attempt to flee, but instead leaned into her touch, emitting a soft cooing sound.

And like her father, her first thought is to taste the bird.

So she kills one by snapping its neck.

The dumb birds only look on and return to their way of life as if nothing had happened.

So she kills another. And another. And another.

In total, she has killed five of these idiots and they don't see her as a threat. She even took one of their eggs in front of them and did nothing to stop her.

Though after cooking and tasting one of the birds, Aclima soon understands why these birds still exist.

No matter how she cooked these birds, they always came out tough and unpalatable. They made a species of birds that tasted so bad that no one wanted to hunt it.

Quite possibly the dumbest survival tactic she has seen but a survival tactic nonetheless.

She wishes her dad was here to taste it too.

...

She can't wait to get off this island and find some of her brothers and sisters and share her story about these dumb birds.

Still though, they need a name.

"I shall call them ... 'Dodo' birds." Aclima declares proudly.

Notes:

I mean those birds had to go extinct for a reason right? Pretty sure people went to that island just because they didn't believe such idiots could exist.

And yes, Lute is coming soon. I promise.

Chapter 10: The Guardian of Adam

Summary:

Eve is upset as usual, perhaps more so.

Notes:

I didn't think I would be posting Chapter 10 of this story when I started it a week ago, but all the positivity for it has kept me going strong.

 

Are you guys yandere for my story?

 

Thank you all for your support and I hope you enjoy.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2931 B.C.

While Lucifer, Lilith and Eve were having their brunch, Eve suddenly shouts when she spots a faint light appear at the area where she first spawned.

"He's finally here!" Eve shouts excitedly as she points at the light.

The three jump out of their seats and dash to their respective rooms to get ready. First impressions are important especially considering how bad their past were.

Once they made sure they were looking presentable, with only Eve looking like a seductress. Lucifer gathers his power and creates a portal which took all three of them to the sight of the light.

They watch as the light start to slowly take the form of a man. Eve is jumping for joy in excitement. Lilith is still applying lipstick while Lucifer is holding a huge sign that reads 'Welcome ADAM!'.

But all their excitement died when the light slowly dissipates and reveals not Adam but one of Eve and Adam many sons.

"Nathan!? You died?" Eve ask.

Nathan, born sometime during their 400s. Adam had reprimanded him many times for stealing but it seems he never lost the habit.

"Mom? Didn't you die? Wait, where am I?" Nathan asked, looking confused.

Eve quickly steps forward and grabs his shoulders.

"Forget about all that Nathan! Tell me, Where is your Father!?" Eve demands. On the cusp of choking Nathan as if he were the reason Adam isn't standing here.

"Dad!? Last I heard he was exploring the world with Aclima after you died! Heard they travelled west." Nathan says with a hint of fear in his voice. He had never seen his mother this angry before.

Eve was seeing red. Not only is Adam still alive but also the fact that he was travelling with Aclima made her furious.

"ACLIMA!" Eve pushes Nathan to the side before storming off shouting to the sky.

Lucifer and Lilith approach Nathan with the former helping him up.

"So Nathan, welcome to hell. My name is Lucifer and I'm the King of hell. This is my wife Lilith, Queen of hell." Lucifer states.

"Charmed" Lilith says, a little annoyed that she got excited for nothing.

"Anyway Nathan, tell us, how did you die?" Lucifer questions. Finally, a new arrival after so long.

"I'm not sure. I was just living my life and went to sleep early because I was feeling drowsy. I just woke up here." Nathan states.

"I see. So humans do die of old age." Lucifer notes.

"Thanks Nathan, here is a gift bag and over there is your new home." Lucifer points out at the city he built.

"Welcome to hell."

-

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Eve shouts to no one in particular.

Lilith and Lucifer stand nearby as Eve voices out her frustration like many times before.

"I suffered through the pain of child birth to give him all those useless children and all I ask in return is that he KILL HIMSELF and come to hell! IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD!?" Eve cries out in anguish.

Of all the children she had with Adam, Cain was the most useful one. While unintentional, he did make his father seek her comfort and love.

"Fuck you Aclima, you fucking whore! You think you can just waltz in and take the wife position away from me!? I'm the first fucking mother! Not you! Find your own fucking husband!" Eve shouts.

"Its ADAM AND EVE! Not fucking Adam and Aclima!" Eve kicks a rock, sending it flying.

What if ... NO!

Eve rushes up to Lucifer, picks him up and starts shaking him.

"Lucifer! Please tell me there is no such thing as eternal youth! Don't tell me that Adam and that bitch went out exploring and fucking found it!" Eve shouts.

"Relax Eve!" Lucifer yells as he start getting dizzy from being shaken like a martini. "I already told you before that I don't know!"

"How can I relax!? That bitch Aclima has now stayed with Adam longer than I have! I'm losing his love and its all because of her!" Eve exclaims.

"Woah, relax Eve." Lilith hugs her from behind and pats her head. "Think about it logically okay? If they did discover eternal youth, wouldn't he share it with his children? You know how much he loves them right?"

"... yeah." Eve releases Lucifer.

"Than poor Nathan wouldn't have died correct?" Lilith states.

"Yeah ... yeah, you're right!" Eve mood improves as she thinks about it. "I mean, Adam loves me. Of course, if he ever discovered eternal youth, he wouldn't take it because he would want to see me again."

Lilith nods, encouraging her to keep up the positive thinking.

"Oh, my poor poor Adam. Being dragged along on stupid adventures with our bitch of a daughter." Eve coos.

Eve turns back up to the sky like she has done in previous years.

"Don't worry Adam! Your little rib will be here to comfort you once you leave that vixen! Or better yet, just kill yourself!" Eve shouts to the sky.

Eve straightens out her dress and turns back to face Lucifer and Lilith.

"So who wants waffles?"

-

Adam is confused. Why does he feel like he is on a bed? He was quite sure he went to sleep on the couch. As he opens his eyes, he feels his own arms wrapped around something smaller than himself. Peering down, he notices the familiar figure of Emily.

'Awww, the little cutie wanted to cuddle.' Adam thinks before realizing that he himself is being held by someone. He doesn't need to turn to see who it is. The familiar warmth, the soft comfort of her wings and tender but firm arms wrapped around him can only be Sera.

Adam smiles as he relaxes and enjoys the moment. He hasn't felt this safe and secured in a long time. Unfortunately, It doesn't last long as Sera soon stirs awake.

"Good morning Sera." Adam greets softly.

"Good morning Adam. Is Emily awake?" Sera whispers with a soft smile.

"She isn't but do you want me to wake her?" "Adam asks.

"No, let her sleep. I'll make us breakfast." Sera moves off the bed and heads for the door.

Adam wants to follow but when he tries to gently pull Emily off, she nuzzles her head into his chest and tighten her hold on him.

"No ... stay." Emily groans out. She is far too comfortable in this moment.

"Okay Emily." Adam chuckles and gently strokes her head.

She reminds him so much of his kids in the past that would always cling to him. Eve always liked to fuss that he was spoiling them but he can't help it.

-

3931 B.C.

"Dad, can I sleep with you? Its too cold." Aclima asks.

"Of course Aclima, come -" Adam replies but is cut off by Eve.

"Aclima, sweetie. You shouldn't disturb your father. You're a big girl now. If you're that cold, just put on some extra furs or sleep with your brother." Eve interjects.

"But Dad is warm and Cain doesn't like to be touched." Aclima states.

"Than put on some extra furs." Eve sternly says.

"But I want to cuddle with dad!" Aclima whines. "You're always cuddling with him!"

"Of course I'm always cuddling with him! He is my husband and I'm pregnant! The child in my belly and I need the warmth!" Eve raises her voice.

"That's your excuse every time! I've never seen you not pregnant!" Aclima says, feeling annoyed.

"Excuse!? I've been charged by the angels to be fruitful and multiply with your father! SO FORGIVE ME FOR WANTING SOME COMFORT!" Eve shouts.

"YOU DON'T EVEN PRAY TO NOR CARE ABOUT THOSE ANGELS!" Aclima retorts.

They both glare at each other before Adam breaks it up.

"Relax! The both of you!" Adam orders. "Come over Aclima, there is plenty of room for you. As much as your mother tries to take up the space, her small frame doesn't cover my whole body."

Eve can only grumble as Aclima takes up space on Adam left side.

"See, the both of you can cuddle with me. No reason for two of my favorite girls to fight." Adam states.

Aclima shows a smug smile while Eve only snarls.

"You know you're just spoiling her right? Keep this up and she'll never leave the nest." Eve whispers with annoyance.

"I doubt that, how long do you think she'll want to cuddle with her father? She is an adult now but knowing she still wants to be with me just warms my heart." Adam replies.

"What about me? I want to be with you all the time!" Eve says with love.

"And that's why I love you the most." Adam smiles as he leans over to kiss Eve.

For the rest of the night, Eve could only think about how she wishes that Aclima wasn't born.

-

Pulled out of his memories by a slowly waking Emily, Adam picks her up in a princess carry and carries her to the dining room where Sera had laid out breakfast. After setting Emily down in front of her plate, Adam takes his own seat.

As they enjoy their breakfast, the trio talk about their plans for the day.

"I'm sorry Adam but Emily and I will be attending another meeting with the council. You will be alone today again." Sera says with a solemn expression.

Adam shows a soft but sad smile. "Its alright Sera. I'll find some way to entertain myself."

Seeing that smile made her feel guilty. She wishes she could let Adam out but she is afraid. Afraid he may try to leave Heaven, especially in his emotional state.

Emily reaches over and squeezes his hand.

"Don't worry Adam, we'll be free this weekend. We can go wherever you want then." She looks to Sera for confirmation.

Sera only nods.

"Come Emily, its time for the meeting. Goodbye Adam, we'll see you tonight." Sera announces.

Emily gives Adam a kiss on the cheek before heading over to Sera, but before leaving, Sera looks to Adam.

"I would like to eat the vegetable stew tonight if you could make it." Sera says with a soft smile.

Adam is surprised by what she says but he feels excited. He quickly nods.

"I'll make the stew tonight, you're going to love it!" Adam exclaims.

Sera is happy that Adam spirits are lifted. Satisfied, she teleports herself and Emily to the council meeting.

-

As the meeting drones on, the probability that the weekends would also be used for meetings increases. Sera mind starts to wander back to Adam. The somewhat sad state that he is in, being cooped up at home. She knows he wants to explore but she is worried. If he had a guardian with him, he could explore Heaven and she wouldn't have to worry.

So why not make one?

After the meeting, Sera instructs Emily to return home and help Adam with dinner while she returns to her office. Pulling out one of her drawers, she reveals a collection of Adam's golden feathers that had fallen from his wings. As the only angel in Heaven with golden wings, she felt it prudent to understand why.

While creating true heaven born angels take a considerable amount of time, large amount of resources and skills from several angels, she needs only one feather from Adam and her own skillset to create a human heaven born angel.

But who to base the design of the angel on? At first, she thought of basing her design off of Eve, wife of Adam. But seeing how far Eve has fallen and the fact that she doesn't want Adam to have a constant reminder of that, she decided to base the design off his next trusted companion.

Aclima.

Sera had watched Adam his whole life. He was happy in Eden and he was happy with Eve in their village. But Sera knows that Adam was happiest when he was exploring Earth with his daughter.

Just like her father, she possesses his sense of wonder, the need to explore. Even after Adam had passed, the few times Sera had checked in on her through her monitors still showed her exploring.

So using Aclima at her prime age as the design, Sera started molding the feather to her shape and with angelic power in hand, she breathes life into the first human heaven born angel.

Sera watches as the new angel opened her eyes, golden eyes much like Adam stare back into Sera's. The newly formed angel slowly sits up, and moves her body. Getting used to its own body.

Sera kneels to meet her at eye level.

"Do you know why you were created?" Sera ask the new angel.

"No." She replies.

"You have only one duty." Sera holds up a crystal ball and soon, the image of Adam appears on it.

"You are to protect this man named Adam with your life. You will be his shadow and be with him, always." Sera states.

The angel stares at the crystal ball, absorbing the image of the First Man into her mind.

"I will protect him." She declares.

"Yes, you will. You are to protect him and most importantly, ensure that he NEVER leaves Heaven. Understood?" Sera says.

"Yes ma'am" The angel nod. She understands her purpose. To protect "Adam", to be by his side and to ensure he never leaves Heaven.

"Good. Should he attempt to leave Heaven, you are to contact me immediately. Understood?" Sera asks.

"Yes ma'am." The angel nods.

"Than follow me, You will start immediately. I will introduce you to Adam and he will give you a name." Sera instructs.

The angel nods and follows after Sera.

-

"Adam, there is someone I would like you to meet." Sera announces as she enters the mansion. Adam pokes his head out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand. Only to drop said bowl when he sees who accompanies Sera.

"Aclima?" He whispers, not believing his eyes. She looked like Aclima but the color was all wrong. Unlike Aclima who had tanned skin, emerald eyes like her mother and brown hair like his, this angel had pale white skin, white hair and golden eyes like his.

Sera ushers the new angel forward, to stand in front of Adam.

"No, I'm afraid not." Sera says. "She is not Aclima, merely an angel made from one of your feathers. But In a way, she is also your daughter."

Adam couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him stood an angel nearly identical to his daughter. Aside from the wings, skin and eye color, she is basically a spitting image of Aclima.

"I created her to accompany you wherever you go. This way, you may leave the house and explore Heaven with her." Sera explains.

Adam barely registers what she had said as he brought his hand up to caress the angel face, an act he had not done to his daughter since his death and to his surprise, she responds by nuzzling into his hand.

"Just like her." Adam could barely believe it.

After a few moments of silence, Sera places her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention.

"She needs a name Adam." Sera states.

Adam looks at the angel and ponders. He can't name her Aclima, that would just be wrong.

So instead, he will name her after the first instrument he ever played. The first instrument he taught Aclima to play. The instrument they both performed a duet with.

"Lute." Adam declares. "Her name is Lute."

Although subtle and only for a moment, Lute smiled.

"Thank you, sir."

Notes:

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Chapter 11: The Guardian's Challenge

Summary:

You guys wanted Lute. Well, have some Lute.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

"Ummm, Lute, what are you doing?" Adam ask as he sat on his bed.

"Watching you sir." Lute replies as she sits on the chair in his room. Staring intently at him.

"I can see that. But why?" Adam ask feeling a little unnerved.

"I was ordered to watch over you." Lute replies.

"So you're just going to sit there? You have to sleep sometime Lute." Adam states.

"I will sir. As soon as you fall asleep." Lute replies

"And where will you sleep?" Adam ask.

"On this chair sir." Lute replies.

Nope. Not happening. Adam will not let his own children sleep on a chair while he gets the bed.

Adam stands and walks over to Lute which catches her off guard and without warning, lifts her up and carries her to the bed. Before Lute can protest, she finds herself on his king size bed.

"Sir!" Lute exclaims in surprise as Adam climbs back into bed and pulls her close.

"Problem Lute?" Adam ask as he drapes his wing over her.

Lute finds herself now flushed against his body ... and she doesn't hate it

"I ... I guess not, sir." Lute says, finding herself losing to sleep quickly.

This is fine. She is still doing her job. If she doesn't feel his warmth, than she'll simply wake up and follow him.

Gosh ... he is so warm.

Lute nuzzles into his chest.

-

A day has passed since Lute has joined the family and Adam notices something amiss. While Lute was in every sense of the word, normal, she seemed to be lacking the experience of living. She has the knowledge needed to survive but doesn't know how to apply it.

She knew she needed to eat but Adam had to show her how to hold a fork and spoon. She knew what a book was but didn't know how to read.

So when Adam found out, he was ecstatic.

He can teach her the wonder of exploring! To learn from everyday experiences!

With Lute around, he could finally leave the mansion and so he took her around Heaven. Well, as much of it as he knew from the brief tour Emily gave and the few times they took him out. Exciting in a way as it allowed him to do his own exploration.

As they walked, Adam would point out various things around them and explain to Lute their intricacies. What material the buildings around are made of, the different types of food around, what each shop provided as their goods and services, etc.

For Lute, she listened attentively with a keen sense to learn. She followed Adam wherever he went and did what he did. She wants to understand why he needed to be protected in the safest place in existence.

When he jumped into the fountain, she would jump too. When he climbed an exceptionally large tree in the park, she would climb too. When he would talk to some of the angels, she would be wary as she closely observed the angels for any sign of an attack. She had to protect him ... but from angels? That shouldn't be right. If they were hostile, they wouldn't be in Heaven.

Lost in her thoughts, she fails to notice that Adam had stopped walking and rambling. Not having him beside her sent her into a panic for already failing her task. She quickly turns and sees him staring out of the Pearly Gates.

'Ensure that he NEVER leaves Heaven.' Sera orders plays loud and clear in her mind.

She dashes over to Adam side, ready to stop him from leaving if he tries but what catches her off guard was that he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. It was like he was waiting for something or someone.

"Sir?" Lute calls out as she tugs on his sleeve.

As if jolted from a trance, Adam shakes his head and looks back to Lute. For a brief moment, she caught a glimpse of a longing expression.

"Oh, Acli- I mean, sorry Lute. Got distracted. Anyway, lets continue the tour!" Adam ushers her forward, quickly donning a smile once again. Back to pointing out the various observations he made along the way.

In that brief moment, Lute understood now why Adam needed protection. After searching through her extensive knowledge that Sera had implanted in her, she recalls that Adam's ex-wife, Eve is in hell. She also recalls that Eve betrayed Adam after years of commitment. Logically, Adam should want nothing to do with her but just today alone, Lute knows that Adam doesn't always follow logic.

She was to be his sword and his shield. To protect him from outside threats and to prevent him from self-destructing.

-

The duo soon happened upon Michael training grounds and all of a sudden, it hits Lute.

She has never held a weapon before. How could she be expected to protect Adam when she herself is defenseless? She knew martial arts but did she know how to use them? She knew the various fighting forms but can she apply them perfectly? She was barely able to hold utensils until she had Adam guidance.

Adam notices a look of conflict come over her face as he sees her eyeing the various weapons lining Michael training ground walls. Perhaps much like Aclima, she wishes to train and hunt? Sera did tell him she was molded in Aclima's image.

"Would you like to spar with me Lute?" Adam ask.

"Spar? But Sir, I shouldn't be hurting you." Lute is flabbergasted at the very thought of hurting the one she was meant to protect.

"Hurt?" Adam scoffs and chuckles. "I like to see you try, I'm not some chicken who runs away from a fight. In fact, I believe, no scratch that. I KNOW I CAN BEAT YOU!"

Lute won't stand for this. Her pride as his protector has been hurt and now she aims to prove him wrong.

"Challenge accepted." Lute declares.

Adam grins, she is so much like Aclima. He knew if he pushed the right buttons, she'll rise up to the challenge.

The duo made their way down to the training ground and selected their weapon of choice. Adam chose a spear, while not his preferred choice, it was the first weapon he ever used and it gave him a feeling of nostalgia.

As for Lute she chose a sword. She felt drawn to it and when she held it in her hand, it immediately became an extension of her body. As if she reclaimed a lost piece of herself.

A few test swings and she feels as if she has wielded this sword for eons.

'Adam doesn't stand a chance.' Lute thinks. She raises the sword and with a gesture from Adam, Lute charges forward.

-

Michael was surprised to hear the clash of weapons coming from his training grounds. Going down to the training grounds, he is surprised to find Adam and an unknown angel sparring.

Adam with his spear was basically dancing around the unknown angel. His years of experience on Earth speaks for itself.

As for the other, she wielded the sword perfectly, straight out of the textbook. However, this made her predictable. Every strike and slash was easily parried or dodged by the more experienced opponent. As the battle dragged on, it was clear that she was becoming increasingly frustrated and quickly losing her stamina. Adam on the other hand has never made a move to strike at her, letting her attack with all her might.

It was clear who the victor is and as if to cement the expected outcome. Lute makes a jab at Adam who dodges to the side and using his feet, trips her up. Causing her to fall flat on the ground. As she turns around to get back on her feet, she find the end of Adam's spear pointing at her neck.

Michael was impressed. While Adam may be off the table with Sera keeping a close eye on him, this other angel may be useful.

The sound of clapping can be heard as Michael flies down to the training ground and lands in front of the two combatants.

"That was an impressive display of your combat prowess, both of you." Michael says as he eyes Lute. Something about this angel was off. Her aura tell him she is a Heaven born but yet her features were that of a human. Little to no angelic power and with only two wings like Adam. The most obvious difference was that she had a black halo.

Michael turns his attention to Adam. "While you have certainly shown off your skills, I would like it that you inform me in advance when you wish to use the training grounds Adam."

"Sorry Mikey. I'll do so next time." Adam replies.

"And who might you be?" Michael looks to Lute. "I know nearly all the angels in Heaven but you are certainly new and unique."

Lute quickly stand at attention and announces her name. "My name is Lute sir. I'm Adam's guardian angel."

"And you are Heaven born?" Michael inquires.

"Yes sir. I was created from Sir Adam's feather." Lute replies.

"Yeah, apparently Sera made her to be my protector. Else I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I still think its silly to need protection in Heaven but I'm glad she did. Lute is a lot of fun." Adam praises before giving her a smug look "Even though her skill with the blade is subpar."

Lute right eye twitches at that last remark.

Michael chuckles. "Regardless, I believe Lute here is exceptional with the blade. She is just unlucky with who her opponent is."

"Thank you, sir" Lute replies. She is about to return the blade to the rack when Michael stops her.

"Keep the blade Lute, as a gift from me. You will need it to protect our dear golden boy." Michael says as he passes her a scabbard to sheath her blade.

Lute graciously accepts the offered sword and equips it. She does not know why but the added weight of the sword feels right on her.

"What? No gift for me?" Adam jokingly ask.

"And risk Sera's wrath? No thank you. I already get enough from her during the council meeting." Michael retorts. "It is getting dark. You wouldn't want dear Sera and Emily to worry do you?"

"Oh yeah, I got to cook dinner! Come on Lute!" Adam grabs her hand and starts pulling towards the door.

"Thank you for the sword sir!" Lute shouts back.

Michael waves goodbye as they leave.

So, Sera was able to create a human heaven born angel with Adam's feathers.

Michael smiles. He may have just found his army.

-

After returning to the mansion, Adam was happily telling Sera and Emily about his day and of what he had discovered along the way as they enjoyed their home cooked meal made by him.

Emily was happy to finally see Adam showing the same type of smile she saw before but a little dismayed that it wasn't her that induced that joy in him. SHE HAS TO BE THE ONE!

Sera tries to ignore the sword strapped to Lute. While she trust Lute, she doesn't like having a sword near her children. Though she was surprised that Michael had gifted her the sword. Usually he is quite uptight about his weapons. Nevertheless, it shows how serious Lute is in protecting Adam.

Lute on the other hand was greatly annoyed and frustrated. She was meant to protect Adam but the spar they had earlier was embarrassing and Lute felt humiliated. If she can't take him down, than what is her purpose?

Adam is strong but if his ex-wife attacks him, his emotional state may not allow him to fight back.

She was made to strike for him.

She was made to protect Adam. Ensure he never leaves Heaven.

But in her current state, she couldn't stop him even if she tried.

No! She hates feeling this weak. She will overcome this challenge. She will take Adam down.

More sparring. More practice. She will observe and learn from Adam.

She must learn fast as there are many unforeseen forces out for Adam.

To protect the love and warmth she felt when he held her.

She will take Adam down!

Adam must be protected!

SHE WILL PROTECT ADAM!

Notes:

Chapter is shorter than usual but I felt that this was enough.

Chapter 12: Sibling Rivalry

Summary:

Lute tries.

Emily tries.

Sera isn't happy.

Eve is ... Eve.

Notes:

Just crossed the 7000 hits mark! Somehow this story just works!

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter Text

Over the next few weeks, Lute kept dragging Adam to Michael training grounds to spar with him.

"Lute! I don't want to keep sparring!" Adam whines. He wants to explore but all Lute wants to do is train.

"We need to train Sir! To keep ourselves prepared!" Lute exclaims.

"Why don't you train with Michael than!?" Adam practically begs, hoping she accepts.

"No! It has to be you! I have to watch and overcome you!" Lute aggressively pushes him to the training grounds. She won't accept anyone else. IT HAS TO BE ADAM.

"Let me go to the bathroom at least!" Adam whines.

"Ugh, fine." Lute reluctantly agrees.

With that, he quickly takes off towards the bathroom. Though he doesn't go to the bathroom but instead heads to Michael office.

Michael looks up from his desk when his door was aggressively swung open and in came the First Man.

"You got to hide me Michael! Lute is being crazy with the sparring!" Adam begs.

"Why don't you just let her win than? From what I've seen, she is just trying to overcome you." Michael ask.

"Now that would be unfair to Lute. She is earnestly trying." Adam replies.

"Well than, I may have a solution for you than." Michael stands and approaches Adam. "Why not create another?"

"Create another?" Adam is intrigued. "But I can't create one. Only Sera-"

"Sera isn't the only one who can create angels. Yours truly can do so as well." Michael points to himself. "True Heaven born angels may require a group effort to create but a human Heaven born angel would require considerably less effort."

"So you're going to make another Lute?" Adam ask.

"No, not me." Michael shakes his head before pointing at Adam. "You are."

"Me? But I can't -" Adam retorts but is cut off by Michael.

"You can. You just don't know how. While you may be human, you do possess some angelic power in you thanks to the fact that you were created by us directly. Hence, the gold wings. At least that is my theory." Michael explains.

"So I can do it?" Adam ask.

"You can and I will teach you." Michael plucks one of Adam's feathers and starts guiding Adam on how to mold it.

-

Lute kicks down the door to the man's bathroom.

"ADAM! Where are you!?" She steps in and starts kicking open the cubicles to no avail. Adam wasn't in the bathroom.

Where is he!? Its been almost two hours and he is now missing!?

"ADAM!" Lute shouts. She must find him. Her duty is to protect him and watch him. She should have gone with him into the bathroom!

What if he has been kidnapped!? What if he is being tortured!? His chastity might be at risk!

Should she contact Sera!? No. Sera said to only contact her if Adam tried to leave Heaven ... but what if he was taken out of Heaven!?

Lute is now in a state of frenzy as she starts kicking open office doors, scaring the angels in them. Many never having seen an angel like Lute acting so aggressively before. Her sword raised in her hand, ready to strike at anyone isn't helping her case.

"ADAM!" Lute shouts again. "SIR!"

Two of Michael's apprentices come out to stop Lute.

Lute looks at them and only see them as Adam 'kidnappers'.

"Where have you taken him!?" Lute shouts at them.

"Who? We took no one!" One of the apprentice shouts.

But to Lute, they were the enemy holding Adam hostage somewhere. She will find him. SHE MUST.

With her sword raised, Lute dives at them.

-

"Now just finish up with her hair and there you go. A human heaven born angel." Michael announces. "So go ahead and name her Adam. Naming has always been your job."

Adam had just finish creating his first human heaven born angel and it was quite pleasing. He liked working with his hands and naming her had brought him back to more pleasant time ... back in Eden.

"Hmmm ... I'll name her Harper." Adam names after the second instrument he once used to serenade Lilith. That didn't go over well but he was still quite proud of inventing the harp.

Harper was made with Aclima in mind as well. Adam had wanted to try modeling her after one his other daughters but decided Aclima was the best candidate. He knew her well the most and how strong she was.

While identical to Aclima like Lute is, Adam decided to change her hairstyle to a Modern Shag look and with a slightly higher tone of voice.

Suddenly, one of Michael apprentice was thrown through his office door and what came through after was Lute, panting and her hair in a wild mess.

"SIR!" Lute shouts as she spots Adam. A wave of relief washes over her.

Michael look at his apprentice who fails to get up. Pathetic.

"Lute!? What the hell happened?." Adam exclaims pointing at the now knocked out apprentice. This is the first time he sees her in such a state.

She was about to rush over and hug him when she spots her near identical twin next to him.

"What the fuck is that!?" Lute points at Harper.

Adam smiles proudly at Lute. "Lute, meet your new sister! Harper!"

To Lute, it was like she was just told that she was being replaced.

NO! SHE WON'T BE REPLACED! SHE MUST BE WITH ADAM!

Lute thrust her sword towards Harper but before it makes contact, Harper suddenly rolls out of the way and towards the unconscious apprentice. Picking up his sword, Harper charges at Lute and lock blades with her.

"Woah, that's my girl!" Adam exclaims as he watches on.

Lute anger flares up at his words.

ONLY SHE SHOULD BE HIS GIRL!

Michael looks on in amazement at how the fight unfolds. Both girls were evenly matched and giving it their all. If he had an army of them, Heaven safety would no longer be an issue.

-

The fight had lasted for half an hour and had taken them from the office to the training grounds. Harper lays on the floor defeated and unconscious with Lute as the victor, one leg pressed onto Harper back.

"Okay Lute, that's enough." Adam comes over and gets Lute to get off of Harper.

"Sir, I won! You won't replace me right!?" Lute ask with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Replace you? What gave you that idea?" Adam ask.

Lute blinks in confusion for a minute before looking down at Harper.

"Didn't you create her to replace?" Lute ask.

"What? Of course not! Its like I told you, she is your new sister. I made her from one of my feathers." Adam explains.

"Oh ... so I -" Lute was cut off by Adam.

"Beat up your own sister? Yeah you did." Adam reaches down and picks up Harper, earning a jealous glare from the exhausted winner.

"I'll take care of Harper. You get some rest Lute. You look about ready to keel over." Adam says.

Lute wants to protest. She should be the one being carried by Adam. She was the victor!

...

She leans against a nearby wall and slumps down against it. Exhaustion overcomes her. She'll protest later.

-

As Harper lays in a makeshift bed Adam made from some stuff he found in Michael office, he tries using some angelic power to heal Harper. Michael had taught him how to call upon it and now he is practicing it out on Harper.

Harper looks on at the man healing her, the angelic power coming from his hand fills her with warmth and soothes her pain. She feels contented and safe.

"I'm sorry about Lute earlier. She has been a little testy lately but I promise, she is a great and strong sister." Adam looks up at Harper and show her a smile.

The soft glow of his angelic power illuminating his facial features. His eyes, pools of tranquility, held the wisdom of centuries, while his gentle smile radiated warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

"Thank you, dad." Harper whispers.

Adam smiles. He hasn't been called that in awhile.

"You're welcome honey." Adam stands and kisses her forehead, before returning back to healing her injuries.

It was in this moment that Harper decided that she would die for him.

-

Lute soon recovers and hobbles around, looking for Adam. She soon finds him with Michael, they seem to have finished whatever talk they were having.

"Sir?" Lute calls.

"Oh, Lute. You okay?" Adam ask.

"I'm fine sir. Let's go home." Lute replies as she wobbles over to him.

Seeing her having trouble walking, Adam picks Lute up and places her on his shoulder.

"Sir!" Lute exclaims.

"What? Didn't think I could carry you on my shoulders did you? That's what you get for doubting me." Adam says with a smug grin.

As Adam effortlessly hoisted Lute onto his shoulder, she felt a rush of warmth flood through her. It wasn't just the physical support; it was the reassurance, the unspoken promise that he'd always be there to lift her up, both literally and figuratively. With a grateful smile, she nestled against his neck, feeling the steady rhythm of his steps beneath her.

"Sir, what did you talk to Michael about?" Lute ask.

"About Harper. He kept talking about an army or whatnot." Adam claims.

"You really aren't replacing me ... right?" Lute ask with a hint of worry.

"Nope. Harper is meant to be your sparring partner. You barely beat her so I think this will be good training for you both." Adam states.

"Will she be staying with us?" Lute ask.

"No, she volunteered to stay at the barracks Michael prepared. Harper says that until she beats you, she isn't worthy to take your place. Don't know what gave her that idea." Adam says.

Lute smiles.

That bitch knows her place. She will fight tooth and nail to stay by Adam side.

"You know, I'm thinking of making more of them." Adam says.

Lute quickly becomes alarmed. If Adam creates more of them, than there is a higher chance one of them could usurp her position.

"Sir, I don't think that is a good idea. Sera wouldn't want you to." Lute tries to reason.

Adam scoffs. "We'll see about that."

-

As soon as they reached home, Adam approaches Sera with excitement, wanting to tell her about his new found abilities. Sera sees him approach and without giving him a chance to speak, pulls him into one of her classic hugs.

"Did you have fun today Adam?" Sera ask.

"I did. Michael taught me how to create a human heaven born angel. I created an angel like Lute and I named her Harper." Adam tells her excitedly.

"... Michael taught you how to wield angelic power?" Sera ask.

"Yeah he did! After teaching me he -" Adam suddenly felt his body being crushed. Sera had tightened her hug on Adam considerably.

Sera was suppose to be the one to teach Adam when she wasn't busy! How dare Michael take that away from her! She already missed out on his first flight and now he is taking this from her too!

UNACCEPTABLE!

She is going to drown him in paperwork for months!

She feels Adam tapping her back frantically and she realizes she is using too much strength and quickly loosens her hold. Though still not letting go.

"I'm so sorry Adam. I don't know what came over me." Sera chuckles. "Anyway, what did you want to tell me?"

"That I created a human heaven born angel. I wanted to ask if its alright if I make more?" Adam says.

"Of course you can." Sera nods in approval. "So long as you aren't purposefully plucking your feathers to make them."

Off to the side, Lute makes an irritated sound.

For Sera, this was good. The more 'daughters' that Adam creates, the more attached he becomes to them and Heaven as a whole. Plus, with more of them, they could watch out for him. Protecting him.

Keeping her son safe.

Safe.

IN HEAVEN.

-

Hours after dinner, it was time to turn in for the night.

As Adam and Lute head for their shared bedroom, Emily intercepts them.

"Lets sleep together tonight Adam!" Emily squeals as she grabs his hand.

"No, sir needs to sleep with me." Lute sternly says. "I have to watch him."

"No you don't! You only need to watch him when you're outside the mansion!" Emily retorts. "Besides, I'm around, I can watch him for you and you can have your 'me' time."

Lute grabs Adam arm and pulls him towards her.

"I don't need 'me' time. I need Adam! I need to do my duty!" Lute exclaims.

Emily grabs Adam other arm and pulls him back towards her.

"You're relieved for the night!" Emily glares at Lute, trying to sound authoritative.

"No I'm not!" Lute shouts back.

"Yes, you are!" Emily shouts.

Adam jerks himself away from the both them.

"I'm too tired for this. You two can sleep together! I'm going to sleep with mom." With a huff, he heads over to Sera's room.

Emily and Lute only glare at each other after Adam leaves.

"This is all your fault. I'm trying to make him happy by giving him cuddles and you're just getting in the way." Emily accuses.

"I'm getting in your way!? I'm just doing my duty! A duty your mom gave me!" Lute retorts. "Besides, I cuddle with him too!"

"Yeah but I cuddle better! Why would he want to cuddle with someone who keeps dragging him off to go sparring. Such barbarity!" Emily huffs at Lute.

Lute wants to draw her sword but remembers she has already put it away in Adam's room. Not that it would do much good against Emily, a seraphim but the sword does give her comfort.

"If you two are done fighting, you are both welcome to sleep together with Adam and I in my bedroom." Sera announces. She had been standing off to the side, waiting to see how they would resolve their conflict.

Sera turns and enters her bedroom.

Emily and Lute look at each other but decide that sleeping with Adam was more important than whatever tiff they had. With their unofficial truce in place, they head to Sera's bedroom.

Inside, they find Adam had already nuzzled into Sera's hold. Emily takes up her favorite spot in-between Sera and Adam while Lute lay behind Adam and cuddles his back. Sera large wings draped over all of them.

Adam lets out a sigh of contentment.

-

While having supper with Lucifer and Lilith, Eve suddenly feels an unpleasant jolt go through her body.

Something or someone is making Adam happy and it wasn't her!

"Damn you Aclima." Eve whispers.

Notes:

I feel like a degenerate as I wrote this chapter ...

Oh well.

Chapter 13: Yearning for Home

Summary:

Classic Eve.

Notes:

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I had a lot of fun writing this one.

 

I was also frustrated because I accidentally refreshed the page and lost half of my story.

 

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Chapter Text

In the heart of a sprawling forest, there stood a small clearing, marked by two different stones. It was here where the Father and Mother of humanity were buried. Where Aclima’s journey began, and it was here that it would end.

Aclima had spent half her life traversing the world with her father and than some after his death. She had sought knowledge in every corner of the earth, learning the ways of survival, understanding the mysteries of nature, and uncovering the hidden truths of the Earth. But now, as the years weighed heavy on her bones and her once vibrant spirit grew weary, she knew that her time was drawing to a close.

She found the clearing much as she had left it, unchanged by the passage of time, save for the gentle touch of nature reclaiming what was hers. As she stood before the weathered stone, Aclima felt a wave of emotion wash over her. Here lay her father, a man of quiet strength and boundless wisdom, who had nurtured her curious mind and encouraged her restless spirit.

With trembling hands, Aclima sank to her knees beside the grave, her heart heavy with the weight of a lifetime’s worth of memories. She spoke to her father then, in whispered words that echoed through the stillness of the forest, recounting the adventures they had shared and the lessons she had learned along the way.

After all, this may be her last chance to speak to him as she knows not what lies after her death.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the clearing, Aclima felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that her journey was coming to an end. With one final breath, Aclima closed her eyes and surrendered to the embrace of the earth, content in the knowledge that she had lived a life true to herself and had honored the memory of the man who had shaped her life.

As she lays still in silence, she finds herself becoming lighter and lighter. The hinderances of her old age dissipating as she feels herself being pulled upward till she feels herself resting on the softest ground, as if she were laying on a cloud.

But her eyes only opened when she heard the voice of a man she had long thought gone.

"Aclima?"

-

2900 B.C.

The population of hell had been steadily growing. Every time the faint light that signaled the arrival of a new sinner, Eve would go rushing out towards the light to see who it was. For the newly arrived sinner, it was pleasing to see their mother in this new unknown to them only to be caught off by the first question she always ask to every new arrival.

"Where is your dad!?" Eve would loudly ask.

"I don't know." Some would say.

"Dad? He is with Aclima. I heard they recently discovered -" Many would share with her the story they heard.

But finally, after centuries of waiting, she finally got her answer.

Just like every sinner, she spawned in with a faint light and Eve was there to frustratingly ask the newly arrived sinner.

Eve looks upon her and recognizes her as one of her numerous daughters.

"Mom? Is that -" Eve cuts her off before she can finish the question she was tired of hearing.

"Yes Hannah! Its me, your mom. Now tell me where is your father!?" Eve demanded.

"Dad? Dad is dead." Hannah states.

Eve was ecstatic, overjoyed and she quickly hugs her daughter. Finally, after centuries of 'patiently' waiting, Adam is dead and will soon join her!

Hannah, confused by the question and sudden hug just happily accepts the hug, finding some comfort in this new environment.

"Oh Hannah, you were always my favorite child! You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that news." Eve says with a smile on her face. "Do tell, did he die yesterday? I need time to prepare to welcome him."

"Uhm, mom. Dad died 170 years ago." Hannah replies.

...

"What did you just say?" Eve ask. She must have heard wrong. Surely Hannah must have meant 170 seconds ago or maybe 170 minutes. She could even understand if it was 170 hours ago.

"Yeah, Aclima came through our village and told us of Dad's passing." Hannah reiterates. "Dad died 170 years ago."

Nope, Eve heard right.

170 years ago.

30 years after Lucifer made that phone call.

430 years after she died.

Adam had been dead for 170 years.

"I see." Eve coldly states.

-

Lilith was looking out the castle window at the city that Lucifer had built. The city has started to become more lively. Lively with the sounds of screaming and the occasional explosion but lively nonetheless. Adam and Eve's children were now dying of old age but recently, that hasn't been the case. More and more of them have been dying from more sinful actions.

Some being caught for murdering and were stoned to death. She had heard one or two of them had died from "Toad licking". Disgusting. They must have inherited Adam love for discovering and turned it up a notch if they were willing to lick those disgusting, slimy frog like creatures that only Adam was brave enough to touch. Lilith could not fathom why someone would look at a toad and think "I am going to lick it.".

As she looks out at the city, she wonders if she herself would be a good mother. She yearns to be a mother much like Eve, though not to the extent of populating the Earth like she had. The way Eve described being pregnant was rather vivid but she said it was during pregnancy that made her happiest. The way Adam would pay nearly all his attention to her, how he would caress her belly and hold her hand while she was in labor.

The look of love they gave each other as they welcomed their children into the world, the profound bond between them deepening with each shared moment of joy and challenge. She imagines herself in Eve's place, feeling the warmth of a new life growing within her, experiencing the miracle of birth, and embracing the transformative journey of motherhood.

The more Lilith thinks about it, the more SHE WANTS THAT LOVE!

In the beginning, she had taken Adam's love for granted, shunned it even.

Instead she chose Lucifer.

She remembers the first time she met Lucifer, the electric charge that pulsed through her veins as their eyes met in Eden. They were kindred spirits, bound together by a shared sense of defiance and a thirst for freedom.

But as the years passed and being reunited with Eve, Lilith couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The love she has with Lucifer was like a raging inferno, consuming everything in its path, leaving behind ashes of regret and longing. She yearned for the gentle caress of Adam's hand, the tender words she once heard in Eden being whispered to her in the quiet moments of the night.

What Adam and Eve has is love that is gentle and nurturing, that offers solace in times of sorrow and strength in times of weakness. A love that is not bound by darkness, but illuminated by the light of pure, unadulterated devotion.

AND SHE WANTS IT!

-

Lilith thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Eve suddenly burst into her room. Her door being slammed open.

"ADAM IS DEAD!" Eve shouts but her to surprise, it was in anger.

The news catches Lilith off guard as she was used to hearing Eve complain and cursing her husband to join her in hell.

Footsteps can heard rapidly approaching and Lucifer soon joins the ladies in the room.

"Adam is dead!? Oh boy, I need to get ready! I've been working on my apologies and I think I can get him to forgive me in under a decade." Lucifer excitedly says. "He likes ducks right!?"

"He isn't in hell!" Eve says with anger. "HE HAS BEEN DEAD FOR 170 YEARS ALREADY!"

Lucifer and Lilith could only pause at this new information. Adam had been dead for 170 years and he isn't in hell which meant -

The trio looked out the window and up to the celestial white orb in the sky.

"He is in -" Lilith states before being cut of by Eve, venom in her voice.

"HEAVEN!"

-

Eve quickly ascended the stairs of the castle and reaches the rooftop garden. Once at the top, she raises both of her arms in the air towards Heaven and flipped it off.

"FUCK YOU SERA, YOU OVERSIZED WHORE!" Eve shouts. "LET MY HUSBAND GO!"

Lucifer and Lilith were quick to join her on the garden to observe her back to her usual cursing but this time with a proper target in mind.

"ADAM!" Eve shouts. "The angels are lying to you! Remember Cain and Abel! We lost our sons because of them! They don't love you like I do, the angels are only using you!"

"The angels are bad remember!? We talked about this and agreed, they always bring harm to our family! Look, they even killed me before my time came with some stupid disease!"

She rips her top off and expose her breasts for all to see, if anyone was looking.

"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND FUCK ME!" Eve shouts with no hesitation nor shame. "FUCK YOUR VIRGIN HELL WIFE!"

This action surprises both Lucifer and Lilith as this was a first in her many rants. She only seems to be more angry now that she knows where her love is.

Once again, Lilith tries to be the voice of reason as she comes up to Eve side.

"Sweetie, take it easy. I'm sure -"

But Lilith was cut off when Eve turn and tears off her top as well.

"My offer still stands Adam! Breed me and you get Lilith too!"

Lilith wasn't opposed to the idea but she still had her shame which Eve seems to have lost. She is pretty sure they ate the same apple.

Lilith quickly hides her breasts with her arms as Lucifer tries to stop Eve as well.

"Eve! You need to calm down and -" But Eve grabs Lucifer and lifts him up, bringing his face close to hers while looking up at Heaven.

"ADAM, LOOK! THE DEVIL IS ABOUT TO ATTACK AND VIOLATE YOUR WIFE! COME DOWN AND SAVE ME!" Eve cries out in false danger.

...

A tense few moments of silence passes before Eve drops Lucifer.

"ADAM!" Eve shouts at the top of her lungs.

For all her anger, Eve is at least grateful that Aclima isn't with him anymore.

-

Today is a good day for Sera. She hadn't expected it when she decided to check in on hell via her monitor but she was happy to see it. She saw Eve talking to her daughter when she suddenly bolted into the castle in alarm. Curious, she zoomed in and listened in on what was happening and she was glad she did.

Eve had scrambled her way up to the rooftop garden and proceed to shout expletives and indulge in depravity. How unsightly.

'To think my son used to be married to that harlot.' Sera thinks as she is glad Adam is now far away from Eve.

Turning up the volume, she relishes in Eve anguish and her outrageous attempts at enticing Adam with Lucifer and Lilith. To make the situation all the more sweeter, Sera takes out a thermos with soup Adam had prepared for her that morning. She sips the delicious homemade, love filled soup. If only Adam or Emily was here for her to hold, this moment would be perfect.

As Eve speaks her heart out in anger, Sera finally understood why Adam tried to run away on his first day in Heaven. She was manipulating Adam against her and the angels. Using Lucifer, Cain, Abel and any tragedy they've experienced on Earth to make Adam dependent on her.

Lucky for Sera, her love for her son is stronger.

SHE'LL NEVER LET HIM LEAVE HEAVEN!

As she continues sipping her soup and listening to Eve cries, a call is made to her.

Tapping her halo to answer, she finds Lute on the other end.

"Adam is attempting to leave Heaven!" Lute says in a panic and immediately hangs up.

Sera immediately lurches forward and spit out the soup in her mouth all over the monitor.

"WHAT!?" Sera shouts before unfurling her wings and takes off through the window. Forgetting the fact that she can teleport.

Did Eve somehow manage to get in contact with him!?

That's impossible!

But he is trying to leave Heaven!

He hasn't done that since the first day!

All while Eve is calling out!

This isn't a coincidence.

She won't let him leave!

SHE'LL SOONER BREAK HIS WINGS THAN LET HIM LEAVE!

-

Emily had spent decades trying to figure out the secret to Adam's perfect smile. While there has been a major improvement in his mood since his first arrival, she still can't get that same smile she got out of him when she first taught him flying.

How Lute was able to once get that same smile out of him had remained a mystery to her. She first thought is was because of their sparring session but no. She had seen Adam with a look of dread on some days when Lute wanted to drag him to go sparring.

She thought it was because he wanted to connect with nature. So one day, Emily had brought Adam to the park in Heaven.

Adam had smiled that day but it still wasn't THE smile. It was more of a smile of contentment.

Perhaps he missed his wife? So Emily played house with Adam. She pretended to be his wife and took care of him for the day. She greatly enjoyed that day.

But still, her efforts bore no fruit. It earned a giggle and some laughs from the First Man but still not that joyous smile. Instead of a wife, she often felt like his daughter.

Not wanting to give up, Emily swallowed her pride and asked Lute if she had seen Adam give off that smile again. She mentioned that during Harper's creation, she had seen that same smile.

So perhaps when he created with his hands, he finds great joy in it!

With this new possibility in mind, Emily carefully observes Adam over the next few days. When one of his feather drops and he start molding it to another of Lute's sisters, Emily carefully studied his expressions.

She sees his face cycle through many emotions, from intense focus to frustration and when he finally completes his creation, she expected him to jump for joy from a job well done. Instead, all she saw was a expression of fatherly love as he held the new angel and gave her a name.

While he did smile, it still wasn't THE smile

She will help him find joy! She must!

Emily scours the entirety of Heaven, hoping to find something that can bring the First Man a great amount of joy like flying once did. As she flies high over Heaven, searching for her goal, she comes across Adam looking out the gate in shock.

But before she could call out to him and ask why, Adam plows through the gates of Heaven and runs.

Emily couldn't believe her eyes. Is Adam trying to leave Heaven again!?

Oh no! He is leaving and it was because of HER. SHE WASN'T BRINGING HIM JOY!

No! She can't let him leave! SHE WILL MAKE HIM HAPPY!

"ADAM!" Emily calls out as she flies after him.

-

Lute and Adam were at the training grounds, sparring and bonding with Lute's fellow sisters. After Harper's creation, Adam had went on and created another 49 of her sisters.

While Lute and Adam enjoyed their company and have formed a strong kinship with them, Lute is wary. She knows all of them are aiming for her position. While Lute was created with the skills of the High Seraphim, the rest of her sisters were crafted by Adam. While he did a good job, it wasn't a perfect one like Lute. Still though Lute still had to be cautious, their minor differences is nearly negligible.

Adam had decided to name a new position called 'Lieutenant'. Named it after Lute because she is the first.

As the Lieutenant, Lute was to oversee her sisters training. To ensure that the girls were always at the top of their game since it was all they seem to ever want to do. Adam added a stipulation that the Lieutenant position can be challenged by anyone but only one challenge can happen per day. Should the challenger win, they will be the new Lieutenant.

One misstep from her could spell her expulsion as Adam's Lieutenant. All her sisters were gunning for her.

While this made Lute's blood boil with rage, she also welcomed the challenge to put any of her sisters in their place.

After he had announced it, Harper immediately challenged Lute. Once again, the two would fight and Lute would be victorious but not without suffering her own injuries. Despite Heaven natural aura that heals all residents of their injuries at a much quicker pace, Lute still wasn't fully recovered by the next day before she was challenged again by another of her sister named Sandra.

Of course Lute would win that battle and her subsequent battles. She'll do anything to stay by Adam side and she'll beat down any of her other sisters who tries to usurp her.

"Lieutenant!" Claire calls to Lute.

"Yes Claire?" Lute acknowledges her.

"Have you seen dad?" Claire ask.

"What do you mean? He is right there." Lute points to the bleachers where Adam usually sat and observed their sparring session. Only to find nothing but air.

"... Sir?" Lute calls but no response comes.

She quickly turns back to her sisters. "Where is Adam!?" Lute shouts.

All her sisters look around but are not able to find him.

"What are you all waiting for!? FIND HIM!" Lute commands.

All of them spread out and start searching the entire training grounds and the surrounding area.

After 30 minutes of searching, Harper returns to Lute.

"We searched the entire area but we can't find him." Harper reports, worried as well for her dad.

"Inform everyone to search everywhere! Turn Heaven upside down if they must! FIND ADAM!" Lute orders.

"Yes ma'am!" Harper flies to inform the rest of her sisters.

Lute and her sisters spread out across Heaven in search of Adam. Many angel residents are now seeing the sisters and their black halos for the first time.

Each sister shouting out for their dad as they search.

Until Lute spots Adam by the gates of Heaven.

"SIR!" Lute calls out, alerting her fellow sisters.

But as she was about to approach him, Adam plows through the gates of Heaven and runs.

Lute couldn't believe it.

Was he trying to leave!? TO LEAVE HER!?

LIKE HELL HE WILL!

Lute quickly taps her halo and makes a call to Sera.

"Adam is attempting to leave Heaven!" Lute informs Sera before hanging up without caring for a response.

Lute and her sisters rush after Adam.

-

Adam had settled into a routine. Morning, he would wake up in his or someone's bed, usually cuddling with someone. Sera would than prepare breakfast for them to eat before she and Emily would head out to do council work. Sometimes, like today, he had prepared soup for them to drink.

That left him and Lute to do whatever.

Initially, Lute would follow him around and he would teach her things and explore Heaven with her. But now, all Lute ever wants to do is train and be challenged by her sisters. Sure, it was fun, bonding with them and telling them stories of his time on Earth but he wanted NEW stories to tell. Heaven had so much to offer, yet he isn't allowed to explore it.

Lute always kept a close eye on him so he couldn't really go anywhere without her noticing. So he would normally try and entertain himself by sometimes joining the sparring session which usually meant it would be against Lute as she says that sparring with him is an honor reserved only for the Lieutenant.

Sometimes, Adam wishes that the feathers on his wings would drop more often. At least than he could create more sisters for Lute and it really helped to pass the time.

But today is different. Adam observes that Lute is paying far more attention to her sisters. Today's training seems to be very rigorous for them.

So he decides to test his luck. First he stepped out of the training grounds.

So far, so good. Lute hasn't appeared and pulled him back yet.

Next, he stepped out of the area and still his luck was holding. Lute was distracted and not looking for him.

With that, Adam decides to just ... explore. He walks and observe everything around him. Sometimes he would stop to talk to some of the angels walking by. Many had asked to feel his golden wings which he obliges.

His journey soon finds him at Heaven's gate. He looks out and wonders when he will see his children.

He wonders when he will see Aclima.

If she ends up in hell ...

What could he do?

As Adam ponders the question, a bright light appears beyond the gates. The light soon taking on the form of the very woman that he was just thinking about.

"Aclima?"

Without thinking nor caring about the sudden voices behind him calling his name, he plows through Heaven's gate and races to his daughter.

Notes:

Probably no new chapter tomorrow. I'm going fishing.

Chapter 14: Reunion and Rivalry

Summary:

Aclima reunites with Adam :)

Aclima also meets Lute :(

Notes:

Fishing was good. The quiet helped me imagined Aclima and Lute interactions.

Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter Text

Upon hearing her name being called by a familiar voice, Aclima jolts up and looks towards the source of the voice. She sees someone whose face was obscured by shadow approaching her with golden wings. As the figure drew closer, Aclima's heart skipped a beat, for it was none other than her father, whom she thought she would never see again.

Tears of joy streamed down Aclima's cheeks as she scrambled to her feet and rushed forward with only her newly acquired wings to slow her down. Her father's outstretched arms welcoming her into a warm embrace. "Dad!" she exclaimed in joy and disbelief.

Nothing mattered to Adam more than his daughter in this very moment. His fatherly instinct and his worries hitting its peak upon seeing her.

Was she scared? Was she hurt?

Does she remember him? Did she forget him like Eve did?

But all of his fears melted away when Aclima emerald eyes shone brightly with recognition. The way her voice called out to him and how she embraced him tightly.

Adam and Aclima couldn't be happier.

And as they hugged with tears in their eyes, Adam could feel the number of witnesses to this event increasing but he doesn't care. Wrapping his wings around her, he held her close. For Aclima, she only kept hugging as tightly as she could, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

-

Despite Sera's unmatched speed, she was the last to arrive at the scene with an expression of worry and determination. Ready to stop Adam and drag him back to Heaven, kicking and screaming if she must. But instead, while she did find him outside of the gate, he never went far and was now rooted in place hugging someone. She looks around and sees Lute and her sisters flying around them, not too closely but ready to intercept if Adam tried to run. She also spots Emily who is only a couple of feet away from them.

As Sera lands and approaches them, she looks upon the woman that Adam is hugging. While similar in appearance to Lute, she had emerald eyes, teal wings and a white halo. It took only a moment for Sera to deduce that the woman is Aclima. Eldest daughter of Adam and Eve and the one who spent the most amount of time with him on Earth. Sera lets out a sigh of relief now knowing that Adam wasn't trying to leave but was simply excited to be reunited with his daughter.

A pang of guilt flows through Sera as she had forgotten to check if there were any new arrivals into Heaven as she was too busy relishing in Eve's anguish. With her composure back, she approaches them.

"Welcome Aclima, eldest daughter of Adam and Eve. I am Sera, the high Seraphim." Sera greets.

After a moment, Aclima finally pulls away from her father and looks around in amazement until her eyes lands upon Lute and her sisters surrounding them with swords and spears in hand.

"Uh, is this how new arrivals are usually greeted? It's a little unnerving." Aclima says.

Sera ushers for Lute and her sisters to stand down, which they comply. Lute and her sisters all land and sheathe their weapons.

"We apologize. Today had been an abnormal day." Sera gives a small bow before Emily comes up excitedly to greet the new winner.

"Hi! I'm Emily, the other seraphim, though you can call me Em! Emmy, E, whatever you want, I go by whatever." Emily giggles. "Welcome to Heaven!"

Emily was ecstatic, she finally sees that joy in Adam and he is smiling! He was giving off THE smile! And Aclima must be the key to unlocking that smile. Once Emily gets the secret weapon out of Aclima, SHE'LL MAKE SURE THAT ADAM IS NEVER SAD EVER AGAIN!

Emily reaches out to shake Aclima's hand and without warning, starts dragging her towards Heaven.

Aclima looks over her shoulder and back at Adam. "Dad!?" Alarmed that she is being pulled away from her father that she only just reunited with.

"I'll see you later honey!" Adam waves back assuredly which helped to assuage Aclima's fears.

As soon as Emily had dragged Aclima into Heaven, Sera turned her attention back to her son and without warning, pulls him towards herself and hugs him tightly.

"Don't ever scare me like that Adam!" Sera exclaims worriedly as she holds him. "Do you know how worried I was when Lute called and said that you were trying to leave Heaven!? I would have broken your wings!"

Adam feels guilty for making her worried to the point that she would exaggerate such a threat. He could only hug back, trying to reassure his mom. "I'm sorry mom. It's just ... it's Aclima. I -"

"I understand Adam." Sera pats his back. "I'm just glad you didn't try to leave."

She is very happy to see Aclima. With her here, Adam will have no reason to ever leave Heaven.

MAYBE SHE SHOULD STILL BREAK HIS WINGS TO BE SAFE.

"Are you happy to finally meet your granddaughter?" Adam ask.

"I would be, if someone hadn't tried to give me a heart attack." Sera replies with a chuckle.

They hold each other for another minute before Sera lets go. "I have to return to my duties. I'll see you at home." Sera teleports back to her office.

With Sera gone, that left Lute and her sisters ire for Adam to deal with. All of them had surrounded Adam with some pouting and a few with tears in their eyes.

Lute was the first one to approach him. "Sir." Lute says coldly.

"Yes, Lute, I know. You're suppose to be watching me. I'm sorry for leaving without -" Adam was suddenly cut off when Lute hugs him and he can hear quiet sobbing coming from the usually stoic woman. As if on cue, the rest of her sisters dog pile on Adam. Many crying and uttering "Dad" as they try to be as close to him as possible.

All of them were thankful that their father had not abandoned them. Adam would be trapped under the pile for the next couple of hours. But he didn't mind, so long as it helped to alleviate their worries, he was willing to stay as long as it took.

-

After hours of being under the pile, Adam was finally released and the sisters had all returned to the training grounds except for Lute. Adam and Lute went on to meet Aclima in the promenade.

Aclima was wide eyed at the marvel that was Heaven. Buildings she has never seen before, food never tasted before and the wings on her back. Adam chuckles as he recall how he had the same reaction when he first entered Heaven. Aclima sees her father and quickly rushes to him and holds him in a hug which Adam accepted gleefully.

"Dad! This place is amazing!" Aclima exclaims. "I tried this food called ice-cream and it was so sweet!"

"That's great sweetheart." Adam carries her up and kisses her forehead.

"I missed you so much Dad! There are so many things I want to tell you! The things I discovered and named!" Aclima excitedly says.

"I can't wait to hear it honey! But we'll do it soon, I want everyone to hear your amazing tales!" Adam states.

Aclima decides to ask him the question she dreads the most.

"Dad, where is mom?" Aclima ask.

Adam could only frown at the question. Should he lie? How was he going to tell his beloved daughter that her mom is in hell? That she wanted nothing to do with him. Would Aclima hate him for not going down into hell for her mom?

She deserves the truth.

After taking a deep breath, Adam tells her.

"I'm sorry honey, but your mom ... she is in hell." Adam was ready to comfort his daughter the moment she starts crying.

Only, it never came.

"Oh." Aclima smiles.

...

"Oh?" Adam repeats. "Ummm ... you did hear me right? I said your mom is in hell with Lucifer and Lilith."

"Yeah Dad, I heard you. How is she?" Aclima was over the moon. Her bitch of a mom is in hell where she belongs!

"She is ... doing well, I suppose. From what Sera showed me, she was enjoying her time there while having a feast." Adam recalls to when Sera showed him the trio cooking large amount of meats.

Aclima scoffs. She fucking knew her mom never truly loved Dad. All that affection was fake and only wanted to make him bend to her will. Why else would she be so hostile to her own daughter who wants nothing but the best for her father?

"Good for her than. Well, enough about mom. There is something else I wanted to ask about." Aclima looks over at Lute. It was like looking at a living reflection of herself but only with a different color scheme. In fact, recalling back to earlier at the gate, all of the flying girls looked like her, only with minor differences.

"Oh right, I never introduced you two." Adam coughs. "Aclima, this is Lute, she is my guardian angel made from one of my feathers. So technically, she is your younger sister."

Aclima smiled. So cute. Her dad misses her so much that he had to create multiple replicas? None of them could live up to her after all.

SHE WILL NOT BE REPLACED!

Adam turns to Lute.

"Lute, this is Aclima, my eldest daughter. She was who you were based off of." Adam steps back to let them meet each other.

Lute and Aclima stare at each other for a moment before they both raise their hand to shake. Both had a tight grip on the other as they were trying to assess each other strengths.

"Nice to meet you Lute. Thank you for looking after my father all this time but you need not do so anymore. I am more than happy to take over." Aclima says with a hint of a threat.

"Nonsense Aclima. I would never dream of forsaking the duty granted to me by the Head Seraphim. After all, I am certainly an IMPROVEMENT over the original. You can enjoy Heaven while I remain by your father's side." Lute says with a smug look.

Aclima's eye twitches. "An improvement? I don't see how you can improve on PERFECTION. Besides, how can I enjoy Heaven without my loving Father by my side." Aclima says as she moves closer to Adam and hugs his arm.

Lute scoffs. "Not like you needed him before. You seem to have done well for yourself over the last 170 years. Don't worry about Dad, he has ME." Lute tugs on Adam arm towards herself.

"Yeah, he has the counterfeit." Aclima retorts.

The tension crackled in the air as Aclima and Lute exchanged icy words, each vying for their place in Adam's life and affections. But beneath their verbal jabs lay deeper insecurities and motivations that fueled their rivalry.

For Aclima, Lute represented a challenge to her identity and position as Adam's eldest daughter. She couldn't fathom being replaced by a creation, especially one fashioned from her father's own feather. To her, Lute was an interloper, an imitation attempting to usurp her. Her determination to assert her superiority stemmed from a fear of being rendered obsolete, overshadowed by a being born from Adam's own design.

On the other hand, Lute harbored her own resentment and ambition. As the pure creation of Adam, she saw herself as the culmination of his perfection, untainted by any external influence. In her eyes, Aclima's existence diluted that purity, a reminder of Eve's genetic contribution. Lute's desire to prove herself superior was not just about winning Adam's favor but validating her very essence. She needed to demonstrate that she was not just a copy but an improvement, surpassing the limitations of her predecessor.

"I can kick your ass!" Lute snaps at Aclima.

"Try it, bitch." Aclima says to Lute with a straight face.

"Will you both just chill!?" Adam says with exasperation as he steps in-between them.

-

'How did it come to this?' Adam wonders.

The training ground buzzed with energy as Aclima and Lute squared off, each armed with their chosen weapons. Aclima gripped her spear with practiced ease, its polished point gleaming in the sunlight. Across from her, Lute twirled her sword, eyes focused and determination etched into his features.

With a sudden burst of movement, Lute lunged forward, her sword slashing through the air with deadly precision. Aclima sidestepped gracefully, her spear whirling to deflect the blow before countering with a swift jab of her own. Lute parried, her blade ringing against the shaft of Aclima's spear as they danced around each other, exchanging strikes and blocks in a flurry of motion.

Aclima's footwork was impeccable, her movements fluid and calculated as she kept Lute at bay with the reach of her weapon. Sensing an opening, she feinted to the left before sweeping her spear low, aiming for Lute's legs. But she was quick to react, leaping back just in time to avoid the strike.

The two combatants continued to trade blows, their weapons clashing with a metallic clang that echoed throughout the training ground. Lute pressed forward, her attacks becoming more aggressive as she sought to gain the upper hand. But Aclima remained calm and focused, her defenses holding strong as she bided her time.

Then, in a sudden burst of speed, Aclima saw her opportunity. With a deft twist of her wrist, she disarmed Lute with a swift flick of her spear, sending her sword clattering to the ground. Before she could react, she closed the distance between them, the tip of her spear stopping just inches from Lute's throat.

It was clear to Lute that just like with Adam, she lacked the experience needed to overcome them.

With the match being concluded, Adam had thought up an idea. Flying down to the training grounds, he approaches them while clapping his hands.

"You two did great, amazing even!" Adam praises them.

"Sir ... does this mean Aclima is -" Lute ask, dreading the answer. She doesn't want to give up the position of Lieutenant.

"No Lute, you are still the lieutenant." Adam states to Lute's relief. "Aclima will be the General and she'll be above you in rank!"

"WHAT!" Lute exclaims. This is so much worse!

Aclima can only show a smug smile to Lute. Not even a day in Heaven and she has already put Lute in her place.

"The same rules apply to the role of the General, so Lute, if you want to become the General, you need only to beat Aclima." Adam states.

"Dad is right Lute, I couldn't help but feel that your performance during our spar was ... mediocre at best." Aclima says while looking down at Lute.

Lute eye twitches once more at her performance being looked down on. First Adam, now Aclima. Lute vows that she will get stronger! After she puts Aclima down, she is going after Adam and once he is down, no one will ever challenge her right to be beside the First Man.

"I look forward to training you soon Lute." Aclima was going to put Lute through the wringer.

"Thank you ... ma'am for the criticism." Lute says through gritted teeth.

I'LL RIP YOUR CUNT MOUTH OUT OF YOUR ASS!

-

Later that evening, to celebrate Aclima's arrival, Adam had gathered Lute and her sisters for a barbeque over an open flame in the training ground. For many of them, this would be their first time cooking. This helped Aclima to bond with her younger sisters as she and Adam taught them how to cook. It was no surprise when Michael, Sera and Emily had also decided to join the festivities.

With everyone gathered, Aclima shared her stories of her time on Earth after Adam's passing. From seeing new types of bears from far up north in the coldest region to the dumbest birds she had ever seen down south. Many looked at her with awe and had many questions for their eldest sister. Even Lute was surprised to hear what she had encountered on Earth and had some questions of her own.

Everything was going well until Emily had decided to feed Adam.

Grabbing a plate of crispy bacon, Emily goes to Adam who was sitting and talking to Michael and plops herself down on his lap. After settling down on Adam's lap, Emily brings a strip of bacon up to his mouth with a fork.

Michael perhaps seeing what is to come, wisely decided to move away.

"Here Adam, say ahhh!" Emily says with a smile.

To Adam, this was nothing more than a cute and loving gesture from Emily. Opening his mouth he accepted the delicious bacon.

Moaning with delight, Adam pats her head. "That was great Emily, you are getting really good at cooking." Emily giggles in response to his praise. She tries to feed him another strip but was stopped when Aclima came up to his side with a slice of beef.

"Here dad, say ahhh!" Adam turns to his daughter to protest but was cut off when she shoved the beef into his mouth. "How is it Dad? Good?" Aclima asked, waiting with bated breath for his answer.

Adam could only nod and was about to respond when Lute suddenly shoves Aclima to the side and holds up a piece of grilled salmon.

"Try this Sir! Its taste amazing!" Lute holding up the salmon with her fork was about ready to feed it to him but was stopped when Aclima pushed her back in retaliation for earlier.

"Don't feed my Dad with your subpar cooking!" Aclima scolds.

"SUBPAR!? I tasted it myself and it is amazing! You're the one force feeding him undercooked garbage!" Lute retorts.

"UNDERCOOKED! That was a perfect medium rare! I'm not listening to some second rate who thinks they can cook better than me! I've been cooking longer than you've been alive!" Aclima shouts.

"Second rate!? Fuck you!" Lute pulls out her sword. "I'm challenging you for your General position!"

"Oh! Haven't had enough earlier LIEUTENANT!?" Aclima mocks as she pulls out her spear.

Without another word, they both clash.

Adam groans. He had hoped that Aclima and Lute would have gotten along with this night of celebration. Turning to his side, he sees the rest of the sisters lining up with their own plate of food that they cooked for him to try.

"Will you try this corn I cooked?" Harper, first in line asks Adam sheepishly.

Adam could only smile when he sees all his daughters lining up to feed him their labor of love.

"Sure honey. Let me have it." Adam opens his mouth.

-

As the party continued on and the sparring match between Aclima and Lute raged on, Adam had snuck away to vomit whatever contents were in his stomach. Some of them had been under or overcooked and it made his stomach incredibly upset. Finding his way outside, he leans against the wall and vomits into a nearby drain. As he does so, he feels a hand rest on his back. Turning to see who it is, he finds Sera.

"Mom, you followed me?" Adam coughs out some of the remaining vomit.

"Of course I did. Did you really think I wouldn't notice my son sneaking away with urgency?" Sera quips. "Any mother would be worried." Except Eve probably but she won't tell him that.

Adam forces out a sad smile. "I'm fine mom. Just a little upset stomach."

Without warning, Sera picks him up and places him on her lap. A feeling Adam is all too familiar with.

"You're not fine Adam and that's okay." Sera says. "Let me take care of you."

With a snap of her fingers, Sera summons a bowl of warm soup. Spoon in hand, she tries to feed the soup to Adam.

"Please mom, I can feed myself." Adam tries to reach for the spoon but she doesn't let him.

"No Adam, I'm feeding you like I did in Eden and that is final." Sera says sternly.

"I didn't know how to eat than!" Adam exclaims.

"And now you don't have the strength to, so open wide." Sera retorts, placing the spoon with the soup near his mouth.

With a sigh, Adam gives in and allows her to feed him. Relaxing into her embrace and letting the warmth of the soup fill his belly.

As Adam savors the comforting taste of the soup, memories flood back from his time in Eden, a simpler time when his only worries were which fruit to pick or which path to wander down. Sera's presence, her unwavering care, brings a sense of security he hasn't felt in a long while.

"Mom?" Adam says softly after finishing the soup.

"Yes Adam?" Sera says as she continues to gently hold him.

"Why does Eve hate me?" Adam ask, a thought that has haunted his mind since he found out that Eve was in hell.

Sera smiles warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from Adam's forehead. "I don't know Adam, I am not her. But I've been watching you your whole life and I can say that you are an amazing husband, caring father and my wonderful son. Eve doesn't deserve you."

AND SHE'LL NEVER HAVE YOU AGAIN!

"Thanks, Mom." Adam says sleepily. The soup making him drowsy.

As they sit together in the quiet embrace, Adam feels a sense of gratitude wash over him. Despite all the challenges he had faced since leaving Eden, having his mother by his side makes him feel like everything will be alright.

Notes:

Classic Mama Sera.

Chapter 15: Angelic Antics and Diabolical Designs

Summary:

Adam wants to pull a prank.

Eve wants to pull a plan.

Notes:

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Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The rivalry between Lute and Aclima had continued to be a problem even when they returned to the mansion. Now with them arguing about cuddling with their father.

"As his right hand, most trusted and as your eldest sister, I should be sleeping on his right side!" Aclima argues.

"How can we trust you when you've been gone for 170 years!? For all we know, you could have been fraternizing with the enemy!" Lute retorts.

"My bitch of a mother!? I rather die a second time than deal with her again!" Aclima exclaims.

"Aclima! You and your mother had your arguments but she still loves you." Adam scolds. How could she call her mother a bitch? Sure she left him for Lucifer and Lilith but their time on Earth had been loving ... mostly. Though Eve and Aclima did argue quite frequently.

"Love me!? If anything, I was more of an obstacle to her!" Aclima states.

"I agree with Aclima, Sir. Eve is no good for you." Lute supports.

"How can you say that Lute, you never even met her?" Adam is flabbergasted that both his General and Lieutenant are not pleased with sweet Eve. He could understand Aclima but Lute was another case.

"Sera showed me the recording Sir. If she is willing to choose Lucifer and Lilith over you, than surely she must be a bitch." Lute states.

Adam sighs. "Look, I'm sure I just wasn't meeting her needs and ... she found others who could. I'll admit I'm not exactly the best and -" Before he could finish his sentence, Aclima and Lute tackles him onto the bed. No longer caring which side of him they took up.

"Dad! You ARE the best! I don't care what others say or think! I'll fight anyone who disrespects you! Mom was a fool!" Aclima declares.

"Sir! I am blessed everyday to be by your side! Not a day goes by where I don't thank Sera for creating me! Eve is blind if she can't see how great you are!" Lute declares.

'WE'LL KILL MOM/EVE FOR YOU!' Aclima and Lute mind were one in this moment.

Adam could only smile when he sees his daughters declare their love to him so vehemently. He feels blessed to have such a loving family in Heaven.

Emily who couldn't resist watching this display of love from the door decides to join in. Coming into the room, she jumps and lands herself on Adam's chest.

"Me too Adam! I'm so happy that you died!" Emily squeals in delight. Forgetting to add that she meant died and come to Heaven.

Adam, Aclima and Lute gave her an incredulous look before all three burst out laughing, leaving a very confused Emily.

-

"No." Sera says sternly.

"Please mom! It just one day!" Adam begs.

"No." Sera repeats.

"I don't even need the whole day. Just one afternoon!" Adam continues to pester.

"No! Forget it Adam." Sera says.

"I'll have Aclima, Lute and the girls with me." Adam begs, now on his knees.

Sera ponders for a few minutes before letting out a sigh.

"Fine, I'll give you one afternoon!" Sera says sternly. "Tomorrow. Six hours. No more."

"DEAL!" Adam exclaims. "I love you mom!"

"You better!" Sera retorts before turning back to the paperwork as Adam runs out and back to the training grounds.

Adam arrives at the training grounds where Aclima is training Lute and her sisters. He quickly comes up beside Aclima and calls for their attention.

"Ladies! I got the approval!" Adam announces. Cheers could be heard all around. "That's right. We're going to Earth tomorrow! We only have six hours so tomorrow's execution of the plan must be perfect!"

"Really Dad, you want to mess with your descendants like that?" Aclima ask.

"Can you blame me? They're about to settle on to new land and I want them to keep having a sense of wonder. This will definitely have them scratching their head!" Adam excitedly says.

"Sure, sounds hilarious, I'm in!" Aclima exclaims excitedly.

"That's my girl!" Adam rubs Aclima head with affection. "Alright ladies! Let's go over the plan once more!"

-

By the gates of Heaven, Sera is fussing over Adam as he and the girls are awaiting for 12pm to arrive and for Sera to open the portal. Aclima could only look on with stunned silence while Lute and her sisters are giggling at how the strongest man they have ever known in their lives is being treated like a child going on their first outing or errand.

"Remember to call if ANY emergency occurs. No matter how small, I want to know of it." Sera instructs.

Adam sighs. "Yes mom."

"And if you get hurt, even a scratch. YOU CALL!" Sera quickly checks over him for the 12th time.

"You can't be serious! You expect me to call over everything? I'm not going to call over a mosquito bite!" Adam challenges.

Sera suddenly gains a look of shock and realization as she summons a spray bottle of insect repellent and starts spraying it all over the First Man.

"Mom!" Adam shouts.

"This is to protect you from Malaria and Dengue." She raises his arms and sprays his armpits. "Maybe you shouldn't go. Cancel the whole trip and stay in Heaven Adam. Its not like there is anything down on Earth that is better that what is here in Heaven."

"Come on mom! I survived on Earth for over 900 years! Six hours isn't going to kill me!" Adam says with exasperation.

Ignoring what he said, Sera takes out some sunblock and starts applying it to his face.

"Really mom!?" Adam says with annoyance. "I'm only going to be gone for six hours! Not six days! You even said it would be a cloudy day!"

"This is just a precaution." Sera quips. "Remember, I'm only giving you till 6pm. If you're not through that portal by 6.01, I'm going to go down there and drag you back!"

"Yes, I know, I know." Adam sighs again. Wishing he had asked Michael instead.

Sera finally lets him go and moves to Aclima and Lute. She looks back to see Adam briefing his daughters and is out of ear shot.

"Remember, keep an eye on him. If any of the trio in hell is somehow able to get to Earth and see Adam, your priority is to get him back to Heaven. Understood?" Sera ask.

Lute nods and salute while Aclima just nods.

"Don't worry Grandma, We won't let my bitch of a mother ever lay her hands on him!" Aclima assures Sera.

"That's right ma'am. I'll personally run my sword through any of them if I see them!" Lute says with determination in her eyes.

Sera nods, satisfied with their answer. She walks over and opens the gates.

"Last chance to change your mind Adam. No shame in cancelling."

"I'm going mom!" Adam says with determination.

"Very well." Sera raises her hand reluctantly and creates a portal to Earth.

"See you mom!" Adam turns back to Aclima, Lute and their sisters. "Let's head out ladies!"

Everyone flies through the portal and soon find themselves over what in the future would be known as England.

"You girls know your jobs. Let get to it!" Adam, Aclima, Lute and three quarters of their sisters take off with him towards the west while the rest of the sisters lay the ground work for when they return.

After an hour of flying, they land at what would later be known as Pembrokeshire, Adam inspects the rocks located there and smirks.

"These are what we need. Each of you grab a rock or two if you're able and head back!" Adam instructs.

As they were angels, their strength surpassed any human but 20 tones was still quite heavy. Many of the sisters being able to only lift one of these heavy stones and fly back. Lute being the lieutenant wouldn't let herself be seen as weak. Stacking on two stones, she carries them with great effort and flies back.

Aclima with a stack of three stones flew up beside Lute with a smug look.

"Only two Lute? Guess you are just only above average." Aclima insults.

Lute wants to retort but isn't able to as she is using a great amount of focus to carry the heavy stones.

"Don't disturb her Aclima! I don't want her dropping those stones!" Adam calls out as he carries a stack of five stones.

"Yes Dad!" Aclima calls back as she flies ahead of Lute and looking back with a smirk, silently challenging her. Lute can only seethe at her own perceived weakness.

Two hours of flying and all of them safely make it back to the spot they have marked out. Everyone starts placing the stone in a circular pattern.

"Lets pick up the pace ladies! We only got three hours left before Sera hounds us!" Adam yells out.

"I'm pretty sure she is only going to hound you Dad!" Harper retorts, earning a giggle from her fellow sisters.

"And I'm going to hound all of you if we don't finish up this project!" Adam yells. "If we get this done, I'll make you all my famous Carbonara!"

At the promise of a delicious reward, all the girls double their efforts. Aclima more so than the others for she has not tasted Carbonara before and if her Dad claims it to be famous, than she must try it! Lute and the others were salivating remembering the one time he made it for Emily's 1000th birthday. It was a new dish of his own creation but it made everyone moan with delight. Michael had been pestering for the recipe ever since but Adam kept it as a close guarded secret.

Picture strands of spaghetti enveloped in a velvety sauce, generously flecked with crispy bacon and adorned with a generous dusting of freshly grated Parmesan cheese.

The magic of Adam's Carbonara lies in its simplicity yet depth of flavor. He skillfully combines eggs, cheese, and black pepper to create a luxurious sauce that clings to each strand of pasta, coating it in a luscious blanket of goodness. The salty bite of the bacon adds a savory punch, while the sharpness of the Parmesan cheese cuts through the richness, creating a harmonious symphony of flavors

Almost all of them were salivating at the memory.

"YES SIR/DAD!" They shout in unison.

With their work complete and 20 minutes to spare, Adam and his daughters marvel at the wonder they have created.

"What will you name it Dad?" Aclima ask her father, glad she finally no longer needed to come up with names.

"Hmmm ... I'll call it, Stonehenge."

-

Sera waited anxiously by the portal, ever since she had it opened and watched Adam and his daughters fly through, she has been pacing back and fourth, ready to respond immediately and fly down to Earth as soon as anyone called. While she knows that its unlikely for Lucifer, Lilith or Eve to find their way back to Earth, there is still a non-zero chance of it happening. Fortunately, relief washed over her as the first of Adam daughters flew through the portal followed by Lute and Aclima.

Standing in front of the portal, she sees Adam approaching the portal and she opens her arms ready to take him in her embrace. Except, it never came. Adam was now flying in place, inches away from the portal. Aclima, Lute and Sera were surprised that he hasn't flown through yet.

"Dad?"

"Sir?"

"Son?"

Adam sees their confusion and decides to have some fun. He looks around him and back to them as if pondering.

"You know, I haven't been back on Earth in a long time. Maybe I'll stay!" Adam says.

"WHAT!?" All three shout, alerting his other daughters to gather around as well.

"That's right! Maybe I'll hang around, pay Seth a visit. Explore and study those stupid 'Dodo' birds Aclima was talking about." Adam teases.

"Dad, without me!?" Aclima yells in shock that he could even consider exploring without her.

"You had your fun Aclima, I think it only fair that I get a turn!" Adam replies with a chuckle.

"But Sir, we need you!" Lute calls out desperately.

"Yeah Dad! You promised us Carbonara!" Harper yells with drool in her mouth.

"Carbonara! Carbonara! Carbonara! Carbonara! Carbonara!" Harper and her sisters yell in unison.

"You'll get your Carbonara when I return! Aclima explored for 170 years, maybe I should too! Keep things fair!" Adam replies.

"Don't even think about it Adam! You get yourself through this portal or I'm going to spank you back to the Stone Age!" Sera threatens.

"I still got 15 minutes before 6pm hits. I think 15 minutes is a good head start for me." Adam teases. He turns his back to them and pretends that he is about to take off.

Sera was fuming.

IF HE DARES TO FLY OFF, SHE'LL HUNT HIM DOWN AND TEAR OFF HIS WINGS!

She flies up to the portal and was about to drag him through but was caught off guard when he flew backwards and into her arms.

"Just joking mom!" Adam says with a smile.

Immediately, she closes the portal and wraps her arms and wings around him.

"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Sera scolds as she holds him tightly. Adam could only laugh in response at her overreaction.

Landing back on the ground, Sera releases her hold on Adam and he turns to find a pouting Aclima with some tears in her eyes.

"You didn't really think I would leave without my little explorer did you?" Adam tease.

"You're an asshole Dad!" Aclima yells with tears in her eyes before capturing him in a hug. Afraid she was going to lose him again so soon.

Adam kisses her forehead, feeling guilty he made his little girl cry. "I'm sorry honey. I just wanted to joke with you and your sisters."

"It wasn't funny! ... maybe a little funny but I want to be in on the joke next time!" Aclima exclaims.

Adam chuckles. "Sure thing honey. Now let's get Emily and I'll make everyone Carbonara."

-

2500 B.C.

As Eve looks out across the city, she ponders on what she can do to bring Adam down into hell. If she can get him to step one foot into Hell, she'll grab onto that foot and lock him down here with her in hell. FOREVER.

The problem is luring Adam down. Yelling at Heaven and bargaining with their collective bodies isn't enticing him for some reason. Perhaps his fetish has changed or ... HE HAS ANOTHER WOMAN!?

No. Not possible. Adam is as loyal as they come. He'll never leave her just like she won't leave him.

If only Aclima will just die and come to hell. She'll play the part of a good mother and have her lure Adam down. Speaking of which, its odd that Aclima hasn't died and is in hell yet for being a disrespectful LITTLE BITCH!

Could Aclima be dead and in Heaven? ... Not possible. If Eve, the very picture of a loving wife and mother couldn't get into Heaven, than it stems to reason that there is no way Aclima could. Perhaps all women are destined for hell because she ate the apple. Seth, his wife and some of her other daughters isn't here yet either so there isn't enough evidence for her to conclude her theory.

But perhaps, she does not need Aclima. Adam loves all his children and his children all love him dearly. If she can get all his children in hell to unite and demand their father back, than he might oblige them and visit hell. That is when she pounces!

Yes! Adam will soon be hers once more!

With newfound determination, Eve leaves and looks for Lucifer and Lilith.

-

Lilith, to kill her boredom had decided to start singing like she did back in Eden. Now that the city has a population in the thousands, her singing had garnered her a captive audience, uniting them and giving them hope in their abysmal lives. While Lucifer did all he could to make her concerts flourish with fireworks and wonder. For centuries, her singing and his beautiful displays had everyone in the pentagram city attending their concert each time they were hosted.

All this happened while Eve stayed in the castle and schemed on how to get Adam out of Heaven.

Eve approaches them and tell them of her plan.

"To bring Adam down, I will need my children. Adam loves them dearly and if he sees them demanding his presence, surely he will visit." Eve explains.

"How exactly will this work though?" Lucifer ask.

"Simple, after one of your concerts, I'll come up and talk to them. I'll tell them that we need to collectively protest and fight back against Heaven. That Heaven is holding their father hostage and keeping him from them. Than Lucifer, I need you to talk to them too." Eve says.

"ME!?" Lucifer ask, shocked.

"Yes, I want you to assure them that united, Heaven stands no chance and that you have the means to get them into Heaven and wreck Heaven's shit. All for their father." Eve explains.

"But I can't Eve. Heaven has cut off my abilities to go to Heaven." Lucifer reiterates his lack of power.

"I know, but my children don't." Eve explains. "Heaven would also think that you were somehow able to get your power back and to appease us, would give us Adam."

Lilith feels her passion firing up. To strike at Heaven and to gain Adam would be a dream come true!

"I agree with Eve." Lilith states.

"Lilith!? We're betting on Heaven buying a lie!" Lucifer exclaims in disbelief.

"So what? If it doesn't work, than nothing changes. But just imagine Lucifer, if it does work ... we'll have Adam." Lilith explains.

Lucifer ponder for a few minutes. Yes, he wants Adam but how would Heaven respond? The absolute worse case would be with deadly force en masse. While he is powerful, he isn't powerful enough to take on the full might of Heaven. Is he willing to risk losing Lilith and Eve?

"Come on Lucifer, are you not still the same dreamer I once fell in love with?" Lilith coos as she caress his cheeks.

That's right, when did he ever let Heaven stop him from dreaming? This is no different from when they warned him about getting close to the humans. The results may have been not what he imagined, but he still doesn't regret doing what he did.

"Alright. I'm in." Lucifer declares.

THEY WILL HAVE THEIR HUSBAND/FUTURE HUSBAND BACK.

Notes:

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Chapter 16: The Hour of Reckoning

Summary:

Uprising? Can't have that can we?

Notes:

Less than a day and my fic went from 10000+ to 11000+ hits. I'm still amazed this story is getting so much traction.

Thank you all for reading! I really appreciate it.

Chapter Text

2499 B.C.

As Lilith and Lucifer finish up their concert, Eve comes up on stage pulling the attention of all her children who are in the audience. Many start to murmur and whisper especially to those who have seen her rant and rave at Heaven. Though still out of respect for their mother, they listen attentively.

"My children! I'm afraid I have some sad news to announce. I have recently learned that your father, who loves you very much, is trapped and held hostage in Heaven!" Eve announces.

Lots of gasp and many uttering "Dad?" amongst the crowd could be heard. Many had known that he was in Heaven but didn't expect him to be held there against his will or worst, being tortured. While they may all be sinners and have committed crimes most heinous, they still loved their father dearly who always tried to steer them on the righteous path. Especially after his whole ordeal with Cain and Abel.

"Why would Heaven do such a thing? Because they blame him for all of you being corrupt! They have already condemned all of us to hell and now they want to hurt our beloved Adam, your father, for trying to do the right thing!? IT'S UNACCEPTABLE!" Eve shouts to her children. "Lucifer, the fallen angel, now devil can confirm my statements." Eve gestures to Lucifer.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer steps forward on to the stage. "Yes, I can confirm that what your mom has just told you all to be true. They tortured him in front of me as a way to get me to bow to their demands!"

The anger in the crowd was rising. The news they heard was unbelievable and made everyone's blood boil with rage. Many started chanting "Down with Heaven!" and "We want our Dad back!" in response.

Now it was Lilith's turn to step forward. "Stand united! We can strike back at Heaven! With Lucifer's power, we can attack Heaven where it hurts and rescue your dear father! We will need all of your help when the time comes!" The crowd continue to rise in anger.

"They think they're better than you! That you will never reach their level like as if we're peasants! But I say, we drag them down to our level!" Eve shouts.

"We won't let Heaven look down on us anymore! We'll show them we are the ones to be feared!" Lucifer creates a huge fireball and launches it at Heaven. The fireball hits Heaven shield and dissipates, leaving no effect.

"UPRISE, We will take back our Adam, your father!" Eve shouts.

-

Michael bursts into Sera office with urgency, startling her.

"We have a problem!" Michael exclaims. "Lucifer just tried to attack Heaven!"

"What!? That's impossible. He knows he stands no chance." Sera quickly stands and moves to her large screen monitor. Now with the monitor showing hell, they see Lucifer, Lilith and Eve riling up their citizens. Many now brandishing weapons.

"That hasn't stopped him from launching a fireball at Heaven." Michael states.

"What is going on down there!?" Sera ask out loud.

"This isn't good. I got reports from the cherubs that Lucifer claims he has his power back that allows him into Heaven." Michael states. "But that shouldn't be possible!"

"Why now? What do they want?" Sera asks.

"From the reports, they want ... Adam." Michael says, albeit hesitantly.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sera looses her composure when she hears it. "We need to quell this little rebellion!"

"If only we had an army." Michael alludes to his proposal centuries earlier.

"Its too late now to create an army." Sera states as she ponders what to do.

"Not necessarily." Michael interrupts her pondering. "We do have an army."

"What do you mean?" Sera questions.

"Adam's daughters. Aclima and her sisters." Michael states. "I've seen them fight and they fight just as well as Adam. With Adam always making new daughters over the past few centuries from his feathers, they number close to a thousand."

Sera changes the monitor view to the training grounds where Aclima, Lute and their sisters are sparring and training. Adam showing some of them and Emily how to sharpen and properly care for their weapon.

"Thanks to their angelic nature, conventional weapons won't hurt them so only Lucifer would be a threat." Michael continues.

"Even so, I won't press his daughters into service. If they want to fight, they must do so willingly." Sera states. "Most of all, Adam and Emily must not know about this."

Sera knows that if Adam finds out about this, he will surely want to go down to hell to talk to his children. But if he does, Sera could only imagine what Eve would do if she got her hands on him after hearing her rant and rave over the years. Emily ever the optimist would try going down to hell to negotiate. If they captured either of them and held them hostage, Sera doesn't know what she would do.

Turning to Michael, they both gathered their angelic power and teleported over to the training grounds. From there they made their way over to Aclima and Lute.

"Aclima, Lute, there is something we both wish to discuss with you two." Sera states.

Aclima nods and Lute orders the sisters she was training to go find Adam. The four of them make their way to Michael office and sit themselves down.

"We have an important matter to discuss. What we say now must not be known to Adam or Emily." Michael states.

To Aclima and Lute, what they are about to discuss must be of grave importance if Adam is to be left out. Someone they most trusted.

They both nod, patiently listening for the big news.

"Lucifer, Lilith and Eve are trying to rile up their citizens and uprise against Heaven." Michael states.

Aclima and Lute raise their eyebrows.

"Why now though? Why do they want to attack Heaven after all this time." Aclima inquires.

"Because their target is your father, Adam." Sera replies.

At that news, both Aclima and Lute reel in shock. They wanted to take their father away from them!? From his rightful place in Heaven!? NEVER!

"Just say the word grandma and I'll personally go down there and gut my mom!" Aclima exclaims. That bitch will never have her father!

"I agree with my General! I'll go with her and kill those three for daring to uprise and especially to hurt Sir!" Lute says.

While Aclima and Lute were still rivals, their bond had grown over the centuries and now they were sisters that both shared a common goal. To keep Adam safe and happy. Lute is happy to fight with Aclima. To fight for Adam.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm but even with your amazing combat prowess, Lucifer will still be a threat that neither of you can handle. Alone or together." Michael states. "Especially since none of you are still able to overcome Adam in a sparring match."

While it hurt to hear, what Michael said was the truth. None of them were able to overcome Adam even when it was a five against one. Only Aclima came close and that was with great effort and after an hour of continuous sparring.

"Instead, we will need you to target the citizens of hell." Sera states.

"The citizens of hell? You mean -" Aclima states before she was cut off.

"Yes, you will be targeting Adam's children. Your brothers and sisters who never made it to Heaven." Sera states.

Now Aclima and Lute understood the need for secrecy. Adam would never approve of such an action. Aclima was very thankful now more than ever that Seth, his wife and a good number of her siblings had made it to Heaven over the past few centuries.

"I understand." Aclima states. "I'm willing to kill them."

"Are you sure?" Michael ask. "We are not forcing you to do this."

"I'm sure. They have probably fallen under the influence of my mother. Killing them would be a mercy." Aclima says coldly.

"And you Lute?" Sera ask.

"I hold no love for those sinners that side with that bitch Eve. I only care for Heaven and its winners. Especially Adam." Lute responds.

"Unfortunately, we will only be having you targeting the sinners. Lucifer, Lilith and Eve are off the table." Michael states. "If Lilith or Eve were to die, Lucifer would most likely go on a rampage and attack. While we are confident we can take on Lucifer, we do not want any unexpected surprises."

"What unexpected surprise could there be?" Aclima ask.

"We don't know. The last time we didn't expect anything from Lucifer, he caused the downfall of humanity." Sera states.

"Now, if you or any of your sisters were to get hurt during this or die in the worst case, it would lead to Adam questioning what happened. We want to avoid this scenario at all cost." Michael states.

After some consideration, both Aclima and Lute nod in understanding.

"I'm glad you two understand. We need you two to ask amongst your sisters if they would like to volunteer to be a part of this new army to take care of hell and its sinners. If they refused, just ensure that they swear to secrecy." Sera states.

"And what of Adam and Emily? What will we tell them?" Lute ask.

"I will explain it to the both of them but basically, I will inform them that we are forming a guard force to protect Heaven. We will call this army the "Exorcists". An army made to safeguard Heaven and its winners." Sera explains.

"And when will we make our move against hell?" Aclima ask.

"In a month time, we need to prepare an appropriate distraction for Adam and Emily while you and your sisters prepare for your move against hell. It will only be for a day but with your invulnerability to conventional weapons, you should be able to significantly decrease their population with ease." Michael states.

"I understand, Lute and I will talk to our sisters tonight." Aclima states and Lute nods to.

"Thank you both for understanding." Sera stands and gives a short bow before teleporting back to her office.

-

To Sera and Michael surprise, all of the sisters had volunteered and accepted to be a part of the exorcist army. Hearing how Hell wanted to capture and possibly hurt Adam had sent them into a frenzy.

Adam was happy to hear that all his daughters wanted to contribute to the safety of Heaven by joining this defense force. As for Emily, she was confused on why Heaven needed a defense force but quickly accepted it when Sera told her it was to appease Michael.

A day away from the attack, Sera will invite Lucifer for a sit down at the newly constructed embassy that was created in hell a week ago.

While Lucifer was being kept there by Michael and Sera, Aclima will lead the attack on hell.

The only piece left was to ensure Adam and Emily doesn't discover why all of his daughters had suddenly disappeared from Heaven.

"Adam, Emily, I would like to speak to you both." Sera calls out to them.

"Yeah mom?" Adam replies.

"What is it?" Emily replies.

"I have good news for you Adam. I have spoken to the council and we have unanimously agreed to allow you back into The Garden of Eden tomorrow and the following two days." Sera announces with a smile.

Adam smiled from ear to ear and this caused Emily to jump back in surprise. To see such joy in Adam was rare.

"I get to go back!?" Adam ask in disbelief.

Sera chuckles at his reaction. "Yes Adam, you can go back. Unfortunately, it will only be for three days."

"Yes! I can't wait to show Aclima and the girls around Eden!" Adam exclaims. Sera quickly holds up her hand to stop him.

"Calm down Adam. I'm sorry to say but only you and Emily will be allowed in the garden." Sera states.

"Me? Why me?" Emily ask.

"Because this will be good training for you. You will be taking over a duty I once cherished. Looking after the first human in Eden." Sera explains. "While Adam is in the garden, you will watch him and ensure his safety. This also doubles as a good history lesson for you since you've never been in the garden."

While Adam was dismayed that he couldn't bring Aclima into the garden, he was still excited to go back to his once cherished home and show Emily around. As for Emily, she was also excited to be able to learn more history and she'll be able to spend more time with Adam. Maybe even find the key to his ultimate joy!

-

1 day before the first extermination.

Everyone has gathered to see Adam and Emily off.

"Sorry I can't take you with us Aclima. I know how much you've always wanted to see Eden." Adam apologizes.

"It's okay Dad. You just enjoy yourselves. I know how much you've dreamed about going back." Aclima replies.

Emily comes up and grabs Adam hand.

"Come on Adam! Sera is about to open the portal to Eden!" Emily drags Adam over towards Sera.

With Adam out of ear shot, Aclima turns to Lute.

"How are preparations?" Aclima ask.

"We're ready. Everyone is armed with angelic steel and battle ready." Lute reports.

"Good. I want them well rested for what is ahead." Aclima orders.

"Yes ma'am." Lute salutes and goes off.

With Lute gone, Aclima approaches Adam and Emily as they eagerly await for Sera to open the portal. As the portal opens, Aclima hugs her Dad one more time before he goes off.

"Enjoy yourself Dad!" Aclima exclaims.

"See you soon honey." Adam kisses her cheek before turning and taking Emily's hand. Together, they head through the portal and into Eden.

Once they were through, Sera closes the portal and turns to Aclima.

"Remember, you are not allowed to target Lucifer, Lilith or Eve." Sera reiterates.

"I know, I won't. Doesn't mean I won't pay my mom a visit though." Aclima says.

"So long as you keep things verbal." Sera replies.

"Yes, grandma." Aclima nods and flies off to meet up with Lute and her sisters.

-

"I can't believe it actually worked!" Lucifer yells as he pops a bottle of champagne. "They want a meeting with me tomorrow!"

"Your plan actually worked Eve!" Lilith congratulates Eve.

"See, I knew Heaven was a bunch of pussies!" Eve jumps for joy.

"I got my list of demands ready and rearing to go." Lucifer pulls out a list.

"Adam better be the first on that list!" Eve sternly says.

"Don't worry, he is definitely at the top of my list. After that, I have a few Heaven ducks I want and ..." Lucifer drones on.

"So Eve, what is your plan for Adam once he gets here?" Lilith ask.

"Well ..." Eve leans over and whispers into Lilith ear.

"Oh my! You're such a dirty girl Eve! I might have to try all that with Lucifer." Lilith says with a blush.

They both share a good laugh before Eve turns and looks out the window.

'Soon Adam, soon you will be mine once more. FOREVER' Eve thinks to herself.

-

Extermination day.

Lucifer enters the embassy and rings the golden bell at the table. The bell disappears and a golden parchment floats in front of him. After signing his name and the parchment disappearing, he moves to the indicated meeting room at the back and opens the door. Inside, he sees Sera at the other end.

"Hello Sera. Long time no see!" Lucifer greets. "Anyway, lets cut to the chase shall we, I have my list of demands and the first one is of course, Adam."

Sera eye twitches at the mention of Adam but before Lucifer could continue, he feels a blade at his neck coming from behind.

"Hello brother." Michael introduces himself.

"Michael!? What are you doing here." Lucifer ask in a slightly panicked tone.

"To make sure you don't do something stupid like last time." Michael grabs Lucifer shoulder and forces him to sit down.

"Here is what is going to happen brother. Over the next 24 hours, our exorcist angels are entering hell and killing all those sinners that you've decided to rile and uprise against us. You are just going to sit here and negotiate with us. Co-operate and Lilith and Eve will be unharmed." Michael states. "Though I haven't put my skills to the test as of late so by all means, please try and resist."

Hearing the news, a pit of dread forms in Lucifer stomach. Why did he believe that Heaven would simply accept his demands and his actions? He should have known it was too good to be true. If it was just Sera, he had a chance of escaping this room but with Michael, it was next to impossible.

"Exorcist angels?" Lucifer cautiously ask.

"Yes, thanks to your little 'uprising' we have decided that Heaven requires its own army for protection." Michael states. "They are quite the fierce warriors if I do say so myself."

"This isn't right! Adam would never approve of this! He loves his children." Lucifer shouts.

"That he does, he loves them so much that the General of the exorcists is his very own daughter." Michael informs.

Lucifer couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did Adam truly support the extermination of his own children!?

"Let me talk to Adam! I want to-" Lucifer demands but is cut off by Sera.

"You will NOT meet with the First Man! You have already ruined his life. I will not allow you to ruin his afterlife as well." Sera sternly states.

"Sera, please. We didn't want any of this. We just wanted-" Lucifer was cut off once more.

"I know what you wanted. You wanted to drag Adam down to your level. Make him as bad as you have made Lilith and Eve!" Sera retorts. "Because of you, we now have to kill his children."

"Tell me Lucifer, how many lives must you ruin before it's enough?" Sera ask.

Lucifer racks his brain for an answer but nothing comes to mind.

All he could do was sit and wait.

"So Lucifer, I have reports saying that you have the power to open a portal to Heaven?" Michael ask in a mocking tone.

-

As Lilith and Eve stand on their rooftop garden and watch above towards Heaven, they await the arrival of the First Man, Adam. They expect to soon see a portal appear open where Heaven is and out he would come.

Lilith is holding up a sign that says 'Welcome Adam' while Eve was dressed in her skimpiest outfit she could find and holding a sign that says 'Little Rib' with an arrow pointing down towards her.

A portal soon appears but what comes out shocks the both of them. It wasn't the First Man and it wasn't even a man. What came out was a woman that Eve was all too familiar with.

"ACLIMA!"

Chapter 17: Family Reunion

Summary:

Half of this chapter is just Eve and Aclima bitching at each other.

Notes:

Amazing, over 50000 words. Almost can't believe I wrote so much.

Hope you enjoy reading this chapter. I know many of you have been waiting for this one for a long time.

Hopefully it lives up to your expectations.

Future exterminations mean future bitching.

Chapter Text

Was this Eve's worst day ever? Quite possibly. This would definitely be up there in her top ten of worst days.

Here she was, ready to greet her husband with open arms, they would talk about all that has happened and make up for lost time in the bedroom. But what came instead was her bitch daughter. It soon turned into a nightmare when not one, but hundreds of Aclima clones came through the portal. All of them had small variations in their look but it was no doubt that they were all based on Aclima.

But not all is lost, she just simply needed to just act the role of a good mother and talk to Aclima. Ask her to bring her dear old dad down to her and all will be well. Just like all her children, Aclima practically adored her, she was after all the role model for all her daughters.

Putting on her most motherly smile, she waves her hand as Aclima approaches her and Lilith.

"Hi, sweetie!" Eve coos out.

"CUT THE CRAP MOM!" Aclima shouts.

Okay ... that was rude.

-

After the portal was opened, Aclima was the first one through, followed by Lute. Looking directly at the castle, Aclima can see her mom on the rooftop with another woman that she can only assume is Lilith.

"Lute, take our sisters and continue as planned. I've got a family reunion to attend." Aclima orders.

"Are you sure ma'am? I can have Harper or one of the others accompany you." Lute ask.

"No. This is personal." Aclima replies.

"Yes ma'am." Lute gestures to her sisters to begin the attack. At her signal, all of them dive down towards the city and began their rampage.

Satisfied, Aclima flies towards her mother. What catches her off guard was that her mom had the audacity to wave innocently like they were close. As she got closer, she heard her mother call out to her in that fake motherly smile.

"Hi, sweetie!" Eve coos out.

She wasn't going to put up with her shit anymore!

"CUT THE CRAP MOM!" Aclima shouts.

Aclima savors this sweet moment as a look of shock comes over her mom and Lilith.

"You little shit! Is that how you talk to your mother!?" Eve scolds.

"Mother?" Aclima scoffs. "All I see is an adulterer! The one who betrayed my Dad and ran off to be with the ones who hurt him!"

"Adulterer! How dare you!?" Eve yells. "I am as loyal as they come! No one has touched my precious virgin hell body since my arrival!"

"I believe you." Aclima says. "After all, who would want to lay with a body like that!"

Eve was seeing red, her hair had begun to flare up in anger. Lilith decides to step in, trying to cool tensions.

"Hello Aclima, I'm Lilith. I'm sure you've heard of me." Lilith introduces herself.

"Yeah, I've heard of you. The one who gave my father his very first heartbreak." Aclima states coldly.

Lilith flinches slightly at the response. Gaining Aclima friendship was going to be a daunting task.

"Yes, that is true. I would like to talk to your father and apologize. Can we see him?" Lilith tries to reason.

"Never! I won't let the two women who hurt him most be anywhere near him!" Aclima exclaims. "Dad is staying in Heaven and that is final!"

"You can't keep my husband away from me Aclima!" Eve shouts. "He and I were meant to be together!"

"Maybe in life once but like you always said to him. 'Till death do us part.' Sound familiar?" Aclima states. "Well guess what bitch! You fucking died!"

"YOUR FATHER IS NOT FUCKING SINGLE!" Eve shouts. "HE IS FUCKING MINE! He is probably miserable without me there to hold him!"

Aclima shows a smug smile.

"Oh? I guess you don't know." Aclima says mockingly.

"What the FUCK is that suppose to mean!?" Eve yells. "Aclima!"

"I mean, Dad practically sleeps with a different woman every night!" Aclima states. "In fact, I sleep with him most nights."

Eve couldn't believe what she was hearing! Adam sleeping with a woman other than her!? AND FUCKING ACLIMA IS ONE OF THEM!

"You little shit! You're a liar! Your father would never have sex with you!" Eve yells.

"Oh, Sex? I never said sex. The thought never crossed my mind. Dad has only ever cuddled with everyone he has slept with but since you mentioned it ..." Aclima smiles. "I wouldn't be opposed."

"Don't you fucking dare Aclima!" Eve yells. "That's incest!"

"And self-cest is better? Besides, Dad is perfect! No man could ever compare to him. Maybe that is why I remained single my whole life, because Dad was the one for me." Aclima states with a smug. "After all, I'm the one in Heaven with him while you're in hell!"

"That's because he doesn't know how much I miss him! I guarantee that if I talk to him, he will come straight to hell to be with me!" Eve retorts.

"Than its a good fucking thing that will never come to pass." Aclima smirks. "Thanks for the wonderful suggestion mom. You always were pushing me to get a husband!"

"NOT MINE YOU FUCKING BRAT!" Eve yells. "As your mother, I order you to bring your father down here!"

"Unfortunately for you, GRANDMA ordered me to keep him in Heaven. Last I checked, her order supersedes yours." Aclima states.

"Grandma, who?" Eve ponders before the realization hits her. "SERA! That fucking whore!"

"Please Aclima. Let us talk to him at least." Lilith begs. "I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding."

"And have you break his heart again!? Fuck off!" Aclima yells.

"You can't keep him away from me! When he finds out I'm in hell, he'll come down to find me!" Eve yells.

"He already knows you're here you dumb bitch! He has known for centuries!" Aclima shouts. "Sera had shown me the video of how desperate he was on his first day in Heaven when he realized you and Abel weren't around. How when he found out you were in hell, he tried to leave Heaven to get to you! Fortunately, Grandma stopped him from making the worst decision ever."

"He tried to come to hell for me?" Eve ask in disbelief. Adam truly does lover her!

"Yeah, until Sera showed him the video of you three having a nice cookout in hell. It hurt him so much to see you so happy with them." Aclima spits.

Eve quickly looks up at Heaven as if Adam was observing her.

"ADAM! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU!" Eve shouts out.

"Don't waste your breath. He isn't looking." Aclima states.

Eve could only stare up at Heaven in shock. Adam had known she was here since he died and to him, it looked like she was having a good time. Like she abandoned him.

NO! She can't let it be like this. She must find a way into Heaven and talk to him.

"Take me to Heaven Aclima!" Eve shouts desperately with tears in her eyes.

"Go to hell! Oh wait, you're already here!" Aclima laughs. "Don't worry mom, I'll make sure my sisters and I take GOOD care of Dad."

"ACLIMA!" Eve shouts in anger and throws a cup at her which Aclima swiftly dodges.

"Fun fact mom. Dad created the angels that are attacking your citizens right now and he created them in MY image!" Aclima says smugly. "Guess he must truly miss me. Unlike you."

"I had enough of you! Don't you know who my husband is!?" Lilith shouts.

"Don't YOU know who my grandma and uncle are!?" Aclima retorts. "Never thought to question why Lucifer hasn't tried to stop us yet?"

Realization washes over Lilith and she looks over to the embassy in the distance.

"That's right bitch! He is preoccupied." Aclima states. "Anyway, I got some siblings to kill. Bye mom!"

"Oh, but before I go, I'll at least let you see how Dad looks like now." Aclima says. Eve looks up at her with hope in her eyes. She can finally see what her husband looks like.

Aclima retrieves a picture and tosses it to Eve. Upon inspection, Eve sees it's a commemoration of Adam creating his 100th sister. Sera sits with Adam on her lap, Emily on his, while Aclima and Lute flank them. The rest of the sisters gathered around them. All with smiles on their faces.

Aclima turns and flies off to the city to begin her own carnage, leaving a sobbing Eve clutching the photo and an angry Lilith behind.

-

As the extermination took place outside of the embassy, Lucifer could only sit and wait inside the embassy under the watchful gaze of Sera and Michael. Both had questioned him for hours about his 'uprising' and his plans to attack Heaven.

"So all this time, you have been lying to Adam's children, telling them about having the power to portal to Heaven, lying about us torturing Adam and let it lead all to this just so you can get Adam?" Michael summarizes.

"Yes." Lucifer responds sheepishly.

"Oh, Lucifer. I knew you were always a dreamer but this is just ... sad." Michael states. "Why?"

BECAUSE I LOVE ADAM! "I don't know." Lucifer replies.

A snap of Sera fingers summons a golden parchment, a contract. It lands in front of Lucifer and he looks it over.

"You want to make the exterminations a yearly affair!?" Lucifer recoils in shock. "This is outrageous, you've already quelled this 'rebellion'. Why continue!?"

"Because we don't trust you, Lilith and especially Eve to not try again." Sera says with disdain.

"But these are Adam's children. You know he loves them!" Lucifer tries to reason.

"I know. If you hadn't attacked Heaven and started this little uprising, than they would still be alive." Sera retorts sternly. "His children are now dead because of YOU."

Lucifer looks away, now feeling incredibly guilty at what he has caused.

"Just leave him alone Lucifer. You've caused him enough pain and misery back in Eden." Sera warns. "I do not wish to come down here in person again."

Lucifer picks up the golden contract and looks over the details.

"So every year your 'exorcists' angels come down and exterminate the sinners in my domain and you cause no harm to Lilith, Eve and myself so long as none of us retaliate?" Lucifer clarifies.

"Yes." Michael responds. "And so long as the exterminations run smoothly, this affair will remain an annual affair."

Lucifer ponders over the contract for a few minutes before speaking up again.

"I need an exception made for Hellborn citizens, they do not deserve your wrath." Lucifer states. If he can't save Adam and Eve's children, he could at least save the citizens in the other rings.

Sera and Michael looks at him with suspicion but ultimately accept his terms. After adding his clause into the contract, Lucifer signs the contract.

With the contract signed, Sera and Michael takes the contract back and teleports back to Heaven. Lucifer remains seated in the embassy, unwilling to go outside and face the carnage that his actions had wrought.

'I'm sorry Adam.' Was all Lucifer could think as he sat alone for the remaining duration of the extermination.

-

"Aclima, please! It's me, Nathan!" Nathan begs.

"I know brother, I know its you! That's why I came personally to kill you!" Aclima points her spear at his chest. "Remember when you stole my buck after I killed it? Well, this is one kill you're not stealing from me!"

"NO! Please!" Nathan tries to scramble away but Aclima plunges her spear into his chest. Pushing her spear in deep, she sees the light in his eyes fade as he chokes out his last breath.

The sound of bells coming from the clocktower signals the near end of extermination day. Aclima takes flight to the sky and signals all her sisters to make their way back to the portal. With the last of her sisters through the portal, Aclima flies through last and lands beside Lute.

"How many did you kill Lute?" Aclima ask.

"Got a good 175. How about you ma'am?" Lute ask in response.

"Only 50. Had a good long talk with my mom and that bitch Lilith though." Aclima smiles as she continues to relish in her mothers tear stained face.

"I'm surprised they didn't try to attack you." Lute says.

"That's because they know they won't win." Aclima replies.

Aclima and Lute spend the next hour ensuring everyone is accounted for before Aclima makes her announcement.

"Alright sisters, listen up. I want you all to wash up and clean your weapons thoroughly, Dad is coming back tonight and I want everything spotless!" Aclima announces.

"Yes ma'am!" All of them shout in unison before filing out back to the training grounds to clean themselves.

Sera teleports over to Aclima and Lute and congratulate them.

"You and your sisters have done well. The plan went off without a hitch." Sera says.

"So Lucifer signed the contract?" Lute ask.

"Yes, with the exception of the three of them and hellborn citizens, the exterminations will continue annually." Sera explains. "You and your sisters should be proud of yourselves. Now they will no longer think about bringing harm to Adam."

Aclima and Lute nod in unison, satisfied that they were able to keep their father safe.

As they move off to clean themselves up, Lute couldn't help but taunt Aclima.

"I call first dibs on hugging Sir!" Lute exclaims.

"Fuck you! That right naturally belongs to me!" Aclima retorts.

"Too late, called dibs!" Lute runs off giggling.

"You bitch!" Aclima chases after Lute with a smile.

Chapter 18: Rabbits and Reflections

Summary:

A fluff chapter between Adam and Emily in Eden ... OR IS IT!?

It is ... maybe.

Notes:

Figured some fluff was needed after the last chapter.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter Text

Adam found himself standing at the gates of the Garden of Eden once again. The memories flooded back as he gazed upon the lush greenery, the fragrant flowers, and the serene beauty that had once been his home. Looking at Emily who was bouncing in excitement, Adam couldn't help but smile at the angel's infectious energy.

As they stepped through the gates, Adam was overwhelmed by a wave of nostalgia. Every corner of the garden held memories of his time with Eve, Lilith and Lucifer. The laughter they shared, the love that had once bound them together. Now those memories have become a bitter reminder of what could have been.

Choosing not to let those memories sour his present, Adam began to explore the garden once again with Emily. They wandered through groves of fruit trees, their branches heavy with ripe offerings. They laughed as they chased butterflies through fields of wildflowers, their colors a vibrant symphony against the backdrop of green. Emily opted to keep her wings receded to understand the full experience of Eden.

"I never knew the garden was so gorgeous!" Emily says as she looks around. The garden was teeming with life in every corner.

"It truly is." Adam looked around with a solemn look. He had explored many parts of Earth but none could capture the same beauty as Eden. Grabbing Emily hand, he leads her to the top of a large waterfall.

"This sight is amazing Adam!" Emily exclaims.

"True but we're not here for the sight." Adam says. "Tell me Emily, do you trust me?"

Emily looks at Adam confused for a moment before nodding.

"Than prepare for the rush of your life!" Adam picks Emily up in a princess carry and before she could register what was going on, Adam jumps off the waterfall with Emily in his arms.

As they plummeted down, Emily's heart raced with a mix of fear and exhilaration. The cool mist from the waterfall enveloped them as they descended. Emily clung tightly to Adam, her trust in him unwavering even in the face of this daring leap. Though it took everything in her to ignore her own sense of preservation to unfurl her wings and fly to safety.

As they crashed into the pool below with a splash, Emily emerged from the water laughing and gasping for breath. Adam surfaced beside her, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wasn't that amazing?" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Emily nodded vigorously, her heart still pounding with adrenaline. "I've never experienced anything like it! Let's do it again!"

Without waiting for his answer, Emily unfurled her wings and flies up to the top of the waterfall before immediately diving off once more. Adam could only look on with amazement at how quickly she had grown addicted to the adrenaline.

Emily couldn't believe what she was feeling. This feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The sheer thrill of defying gravity, the rush of wind against her skin as she soared through the air—it was intoxicating. With each leap off the waterfall, she felt more alive than ever before. It finally clicked for Emily that this feeling of joy was what Adam felt when he first started flying.

This was the feeling that had eluded her for so long, the feeling that she had been trying to induce in Adam.

"You okay Emily?" Adam ask when he sees Emily in a trance.

"Just wonderful Adam! Show me more of the Garden, please!" Emily ask excitedly.

This moment reminds Adam so much of his time with Eve, when he would introduce her around the garden and watch as her eyes light up at the sensation of a new experience. Emily wasn't Eve but he was sure that jumping off a waterfall wasn't something the Seraphim had done before.

"Sure! Lets explore!" Adam takes Emily hand and they both wander off into the garden.

-

"That is so cute! Adam, what is that?" Emily squeals as she points to an animal.

Adam looked to where Emily was pointing and saw a family of rabbits hopping playfully in the grass. Their soft fur glowed in the golden sunlight, and their twitching noses and floppy ears added to their charm.

"That's a rabbit," Adam replied with a smile. "They're gentle creatures, always busy hopping around and they are very playful"

Emily's eyes widened with fascination as she watched the rabbits. "They're adorable! Can we get closer to them?"

"Of course," Adam said, leading her gently toward the rabbits. As they approached, the rabbits paused their activities, their eyes fixed curiously on the newcomers. But soon enough, they resumed their hopping and grazing, seemingly unbothered by Adam and Emily's presence.

Emily crouched down, extending her hand cautiously toward one of the rabbits. To her surprise, the rabbit didn't scurry away but instead sniffed her fingers curiously. With a delighted giggle, Emily gently stroked its soft fur, reveling in the sensation of its warmth and gentleness.

"They're so friendly!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy.

Adam watched with a fond smile, his heart warmed by Emily's wonderment. It had been so long since he had seen someone experience the simple joys of the garden with such unbridled enthusiasm. In that moment, he felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to share this paradise with Emily.

To Emily surprise, Adam starts humming a tune. The tune was rather pleasant and put her at ease but to the rabbits, it sent them into a frenzy, a need to nuzzle. The family of rabbits all turned their attention to Emily and bounded towards her. Without any time to react, the rabbits pounce on Emily and cover every part of her body with their bodies. Nuzzling and purring over every inch of her body.

Emily could only giggle and squeal in joy as the rabbits shower her in affection.

As they spent more time with the rabbits, Adam shared stories of the various animals that inhabited the garden—each one unique and fascinating in its own way. And with each story, Emily's love for the garden grew deeper, her bond with its inhabitants strengthening with every passing moment.

Together, Adam and Emily continued to explore the wonders of the garden, their hearts filled with joy and their spirits soaring with each new discovery.

-

Adam soon had a frown on his face when he and Emily stumbled upon his unfinished makeshift wings.

"Is something wrong Adam?" Emily ask.

"Just some old ... unpleasant memories." Adam states.

Emily didn't like this. This was suppose to be a JOYOUS occasion for Adam. If there are bad memories associated with it, she must get rid of it!

"What happened?" Emily ask. "If you're comfortable telling me."

After taking some time to compose himself, Adam finally speaks of what happened.

"This was where Lucifer and Lilith came and offered me the apple." Adam recalls.

Adam than went on to explained what had happened. From rejecting the apple, seeking safety with Sera and finding out that Eve was tricked into eating the apple.

As Emily listened to his story, she can't help but feel herself getting angry for him.

Adam was perfectly content and happy in Eden and those two had to ruin it for him and Eve! Not only that, Eve still went back to those two after everything!

No wonder Sera had to strongarm him into staying in Heaven the first time. If he had gone back to them, he might have faced even more heartache and betrayal. Emily's heart swelled with empathy for Adam, understanding the pain and turmoil he had endured.

"I'm so sorry, Adam," Emily said softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "No one deserves to go through what you did. But you're not alone anymore. I'm here for you, and together, we'll make new, happy memories in this garden."

Adam's eyes softened as he looked at Emily, grateful for her words of comfort and support.

Emily smiles as she sees his mood improve.

Yes, she'll keep him safe from those three. They don't deserve him.

-

That night as they lay on the soft grass in the open, Emily held on to Adam tightly. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a soothing backdrop as Adam and Emily lay under the vast expanse of stars. Adam could feel Emily's warmth against him, her steady breaths a comforting rhythm against the silence of the night.

Despite the events of the day, a sense of peace settled over Adam as he held Emily close. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly at ease, as if the weight of his past had been lifted, if only for a moment.

Emily watched as he gazed at the stars in wonder as she recalls to the events of earlier today.

He still has that solemn look whenever he talks about Eve. That makes her feel ... mad!

Eve wasn't meant to be his wife!

Adam doesn't need Eve! Adam needs someone who LOVES him, someone who brings him JOY!

Someone like ...

HERSELF!

Yes!

She loves Adam and Adam loves her!

A match made in literal Heaven!

SHE'LL BE HIS WIFE!

-

The third day came and Adam was getting the familiar feeling like he was getting kicked out of the garden again. While it had only been three days, Adam was glad to have spent it in the garden with Emily. It had been a cathartic experience and it helped him to let go of some of his past. There was still so much of the garden left to explore but he could only wish that this wasn't his last visit.

He wishes he could stay longer but he has a family to return to.

A portal soon opens up with Sera stepping through and before any words could be said, she quickly pulls both Adam and Emily into her embrace.

"You two aren't hurt are you!?" Sera ask with a slight panic in her tone.

"We're fine mom. We had a wonderful time in Eden!" Emily assures.

"Yeah, I showed her around, jumped off a waterfall -" Adam says.

"YOU JUMPED OFF A WATERFALL!?" Sera cuts him off as she felt her heart sank for a moment before remembering they had wings so they were safe.

"We're fine mom. No injuries whatsoever." Adam says as he hugs back reassuringly.

Sera lets out a breath of relief before ushering them through the portal back to Heaven. Once through, Adam and Emily were surprised to see a 'welcome back' party by all the exorcists.

"WELCOME BACK DAD! WELCOME BACK EMILY!" All of them had shouted in unison.

Lute tackles Adam into a hug before almost being immediately pulled off by Aclima.

The smell of freshly barbequed pork wafted through the air which made Adam stomach rumble. Everyone laughed when they heard it and soon Aclima came up to him with a plate of pork ribs.

Gratefully, he accepts the food and starts wolfing down the ribs. He hadn't had meat since he went into the garden. He had chosen to only eat fruits like he did so all those years ago.

As the party continued, Lute challenges Aclima again for the general position while Adam and Emily tell their stories to the rest of the exorcists of what had happened in the Garden. Many were amazed at what they were told and some were jealous that it was Emily that got to spend that lovely time with their father.

-

When Lucifer had returned from the embassy, he had returned in a depressive state. Lilith questioned what happened but all he mumbled out was that annual exterminations were a thing now going forward. Eve asked where Adam was and Lucifer completely ignored her. Lilith took Lucifer to their bedroom, leaving Eve alone in the living room.

Eve was angry.

Not only did Heaven LIE to Adam about her relationship with Lucifer and Lilith, they allowed Aclima to stay so close to him! They even let him create clones of Aclima! It should have been her they were making clones of! Not fucking Aclima!

So what if they killed her children!? So what if they are now conducting yearly exterminations!?

She need only bide her time. Heaven will slip up and Adam will come to hell.

She only has to deal with fucking Aclima every year now!

She won't let Aclima win!

Eve picks up the picture that Aclima had tossed to her. With a marker, she starts crossing out every face in the picture except Adam. Beautiful Adam with his smile was all that was needed to make the picture perfect.

That smile ... a fake smile!

He is suffering in Heaven without her! She knows it!

Only she can make Adam happy!

SHE'LL HAVE ADAM!

Notes:

Surprised you all with a small Eve cameo.

Chapter 19: A Trip to Remember

Summary:

Everyone needs a vacation.

Notes:

Another milestone with 800+ kudos and 13000+ hits!

You guys are awesome!

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter Text

Exploring Eden with Emily had given Adam the need to want to explore even more. Which is why, he is going down to Earth once more. Though this time, he won't approach Sera, he'll ask Michael.

"Sir, where are we going?" Lute ask.

"We're going to see Michael." Adam replies.

"Why? Did you create another sister?" Lute ask.

"No, nothing like that. It'll be a surprise Lute." Adam says with a smirk.

Accepting his reasoning, Lute follows Adam in silence till they reached Michael office. Opening his door and closing it after Lute enters, Adam locks the door to Lute surprise.

"Mikey! I need a favor!" Adam plops himself down on the couch in his office.

"A favor? That's rare. What do you need?" Michael ask.

"One portal to Earth please!" Adam says in a sing song voice.

"SIR! You can't go to Earth! Lady Sera would never allow you without her permission!" Lute interjects.

"True, that is only IF she finds out!" Adam retorts. "We'll be quick Lute! In and out, no one needs to know except us three."

"I haven't agreed to this you know?" Michael says. "Besides, you haven't told me why you wanted to go."

"To explore and mainly because I heard that my descendants created a new drink with the use of something called 'Alcohol' and I want to know all about it!" Adam replies.

"Alcoholic beverages? If they invented it, we can just summon it you know?" Michael explains.

"After all these years, I thought you knew me Mikey." Adam says. "I want to know how it is MADE! Than I'll come back and brew my own. I'll even let you have the second taste!"

Michael is intrigued, he hasn't tasted the 'alcoholic drinks' before and if Adam makes it, it usually means it'll taste better than whatever the angels could conjure up. He still can't get Adam to spill the beans on his 'Carbonara' recipe.

"Alright, I'm in!" Michael says with a smile. Raising his hand he conjures up a portal to Earth.

"SIR!" Lute exclaims in disbelief.

"Relax Lute! We even have the support of Michael himself. It'll only be a couple of hours. No one will even know we were gone." Adam assures.

"This isn't right sir! Please don't make me contact the High Seraphim." Lute begs.

"And I thought you trusted me Lute." Adam says with a pout.

Lute turns away, feeling conflicted. She only ever wanted Adam to be happy but here he was wanting to go to Earth. Sera instruction had been clear, 'Ensure that he NEVER leaves Heaven'. If he goes to Earth, could she even protect him!? She still isn't able to overpower Aclima, let alone Adam. Worst of all! Aclima will kill her if she finds out they went exploring without her!

She needs to keep him in Heaven for his and her own safety!

As Lute was distracted with her thoughts, Adam picks Lute up and tosses her through the portal before stepping through himself.

"See you in a bit Mikey!" Adam yells back before the portal closes.

"SIR!" Lute shouts.

"Welp Lute, looks like we're in this together!" Adam says with a shrug and a smug smile as he removes his halo and places it in his bag.

Lute couldn't believe what just happened. One moment they were in Michael office and now they were on some flat plains somewhere on Earth. Should she contact Sera? Contact Aclima? Live the rest of her days as a fugitive of Heaven together with Adam and enjoy life on Earth? Yeah! Fuck Adam and Eve! This is the beginning of Adam and LUTE! SUCK IT EVE!

"Come on Lute. Hide those wings and halo, we're going to visit my descendants!" Adam says cheerfully as he hoist Lute on to her feet.

Before she fully got her bearings, she sees Adam walking off already. Quickly, she jogs up to him and she decides to just go with it. If she can't keep Adam in Heaven, she'll at least keep him safe.

If they're quick than all will be well. Sera won't know ... hopefully.

-

The trio in hell needed a vacation.

Everyone was in a sad state after witnessing the extermination of most of Adam and Eve's children, the exorcists which were made of Eve's worst nightmare and Lilith now no longer having a substantial audience for her concerts.

Though, instead of visiting the other rings like they usually did. Lucifer had suggested Earth instead.

If Eve wasn't happy before, she definitely wasn't happy now.

"What do you mean we can visit Earth!?" Eve shouts. "I thought we couldn't!"

Lucifer winces. He knew he was in for it now.

"I definitely don't have the power to visit Heaven but Earth ... Heaven sort of let their guard down around it after Adam died. So if we keep things on the down low, it shouldn't be a problem." Lucifer explains.

"So you could have tried to visit Earth when Adam was alive?" Eve ask.

"Sera was watching Adam! She wouldn't allow any of us near him! And you wanted to kill him!" Lucifer pleads as Eve hair flares in anger.

"BUT YOU COULD HAVE, RIGHT!?" Eve yells.

"... yes." Lucifer sheepishly replies.

"I see." Eve turns away from Lucifer, her knuckles could be heard cracking.

"Lilith, honey, please help." Lucifer pleads to his wife.

"I'm sorry Luci. I love you but I'm with Eve on this one." Lilith steps back, leaving Lucifer to his fate.

When he turns back to Eve, he doesn't realize the right hook that was coming to his face. The force of it sends him flying out of the room and into the adjacent room.

Lucifer finds himself upside down against a now broken dresser.

Eve than pokes her head into the room and looks at the now beaten Lucifer. "So, when are we leaving?"

-

In the meeting amongst the Heaven council, Emily is making her case to the council that Adam should be allowed into Eden. Telling them of what she experienced there and how much joy it brought to him and herself. Perhaps even opening Eden up to the rest of the winners to allow them to experience such joy.

Sera was proud to see Emily debate with the council so well. As Emily eloquently spoke, Sera couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for her daughter's determination and passion. With each word, Emily painted a vivid picture of the wonders of Eden, its potential to bring happiness and fulfillment to Adam and others like him.

Sera knew that convincing the Heaven council wouldn't be easy. They were often hesitant to change, preferring to uphold tradition rather than embrace new ideas. Yet, Emily's words seemed to resonate with some of the council members, sparking a glimmer of hope in Sera's heart. Sera herself had taken days to convince them to allow Adam into Eden as a gift for him.

As Emily reached the climax of her argument, Sera could sense the tension in the room. They awaited the council's response, hoping that they would see reason and grant Adam the chance to enter Eden again.

After much time had passed, it was decided that Adam would be the only winner to visit Eden annually. Many believing that Eden was still for the pure and that other winners who once carried sin may taint Eden. While Emily was saddened that she could not get approval for the other winners, she was glad that Adam could at least get it. As for Sera, this was the result she was hoping for, Adam and Emily visiting Eden while extermination day was being carried out.

As the council was in recess, Sera patted Emily on the head in congratulations.

"You did well during the debate. I'm very proud of you." Sera says as she looks down to Emily with a proud smile.

"Thanks mom! I can't wait to tell Adam about this great news!" Emily beams.

"Well, let me call him and we'll meet him at one of the restaurants of his choice after we're done for the day." Sera says as she taps her halo to contact Adam.

A moment passes and Emily sees the brief confusion on Sera's face.

"That's odd." Sera says.

"What is it?" Emily ask.

"It's not going through." Sera replies.

"Let me try!" Emily taps her halo to contact Adam but also gets no response.

"I'll call Lute, she is usually with Adam." Sera says as she taps her halo once more.

But after a minute, still no response.

Something is wrong. For both Adam and especially Lute to not respond means that something must have occurred.

Holding on to her last ounce of calmness, Sera tries to contact Aclima and much to her relief, Aclima answers.

"Grandma? Something the matter?" Aclima ask.

"I'm just wondering where your father and Lute are. I tried calling but they didn't answer." Sera replies.

"Last I saw was that they went to Michael's office and have been there the whole day." Aclima informs.

This put Sera in an annoyed mood. Was Michael teaching Adam how to use more of his angelic power!? He had already promised her that he would stop! Teaching him was her job. NOT HIS! She was going to push more paperwork on him!

"Thank you Aclima. I'll swing by Michael office later after Emily and I are done here." Sera hangs up.

-

As the trio from hell toured the city, they can't help but marvel at how far Adam and Eve's descendants have come. From having buildings made of stone, wood and such, they now use bricks and have more elaborate designs. Of course, to the three of them, it wasn't anything impressive unlike the castle they reside in. Still, progress is progress.

Lucifer breaks off from them when he notices a pond with a couple of ducks in them. This left the two ladies to ascend the highest building to take in the sights around them. It has been a long time since Eve has been on Earth and the first time for Lilith since she was banished to hell. They couldn't help but drink in the sight of a blue sky.

As they enjoyed the view, Lilith can't help but notice two figures standing a fair distance away from the city. Using magic to enhance her vision, she closes in on the two figures that she recognizes oddly enough. While she hadn't seen Adam since Eden, Eve description of him does paint a vivid picture and the figure standing there most certainly fits the description. But what confirmed her suspicion was his golden eyes. Eyes she has been wishing to see almost everyday.

Lilith feels herself blushing at the sight of Adam. FUCK, SHE WANTS HIM!

As for the second figure beside him, she recognizes all too well. An exorcist! The features of Aclima had been burned into her memory after her taunting and looking at the second figure, she bears a striking resemblance to that BITCH. While she may not be Aclima, she was certainly one of those exorcists!

"Eve, sweetie. Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I see Adam." Lilith calls out to Eve.

Eve in response rushes over and nearly falls over from the momentum. She peers hard at the two figures in the distance and her face lights up in joy! While it wasn't too clear to her from such a distance, she could recognize Adam from anywhere.

"ADAM!" Eve shouts as she jumps off and lands on the roof below.

From there Eve kept leaping from roof to roof, going as fast as she can to get to Adam.

"I'M COMING ADAM!" Eve shouts.

-

Michael was daydreaming about the taste of the 'alcoholic beverage' that Adam is going to make. Will it be sweet, bitter, sour, or something completely different? Whatever it is, he was sure he would like it. So far, all of the First Man dishes and drinks were nothing short of splendid.

As he continues to daydream, a couple of knocks came from his door.

"Michael? It's Sera! Is Adam and Lute in there with you? Why is the door locked?" Sera calls out. She could teleport in to his office but it was considered rude to do so and should only be done in an emergency.

Michael jolts out of his seat. Why was she here!? She should be occupied with the meetings! It was almost time to create the portal to bring them back. He needed to buy time.

"Yeah, you just missed them! Adam had to run to the toilet because ... he might have food poisoning!" Michael replies in a rush.

"FOOD POISONING!?" Sera shouts out.

"Yeah, he ate some undercooked chicken that Lute cooked for him!" Michael replies.

It was plausible enough for Sera to believe because in the next moment, her footsteps can be heard loudly echoing down the hall towards the toilet.

Just a few more minutes and he'll open the portal.

-

After spending the day learning what they could, Adam and Lute are now standing a fair distance away from the city. Adam looks through his notes on how to make 'beer'. So the ingredients he needs are water, malted barley, hops, and yeast. Though the more interesting part for him is the process. Mashing, boiling, fermenting, conditioning, and packaging. With this information in hand, he should be able to make his own beer in Heaven.

Adam wishes he could stay longer. To learn how his descendants were inspired to create all these new creations. But alas, he was on a tight schedule. Sera would probably place him under house arrest if she ever discovered this little journey of theirs. He doesn't want to think what Aclima would do.

He hears a faint noise, as if someone was calling for him.

"Do you hear someone calling for me Lute?" Adam ask.

"No Sir. Probably just the wind." Lute replies.

Just than, a portal appears before them. Equipping their halos and unfurling their wings, they prepare themselves to walk through the portal.

"Alright, lets go!" Adam walks through the portal.

Lute lingers for a few more moments. She did hear someone calling his name but didn't want him staying behind to see who it is. Rightfully so because what emerged in mere moments was Eve, exhausted and disheveled.

"ADAM!" She calls out once more.

Lute smirks and flips her off before stepping through the portal herself.

Eve races to the portal but was too late, the portal closes and she could only slump to the ground in defeat over where the portal was.

"DAMN IT!" She pounds the ground with her fist in anger.

A few minutes pass before Lilith and Lucifer teleport behind her.

"Woah, what did I miss!? I heard Adam was around! Where is my best bud?" Lucifer says excitedly, expecting to see Adam.

What was supposed to be a vacation to calm their nerves had instead made Eve furious. If only Lucifer was up in the tower with them instead of looking at those stupid DUCKS, they could have teleported to Adam's location.

"Eve?" Lucifer approaches her slumped over form.

To release her frustration, Eve quickly moves behind Lucifer and wraps her arms around his waist.

"Eve!?" Lucifer was caught off guard, was Eve finally wanting to cuddle with him and Lilith? Were they going to take their relationship to the next level?

Eve lifts him up.

And suplexes him into the ground.

-

"Lute, where were you?" Adam ask.

"Just wanted to take in the sights one more time Sir." Lute replies.

"I knew this trip would be good for you!" Adam replies with a smile.

Michael comes up to Adam in a panic.

"Adam, listen to me! When Sera asks, tell her you have -" Michael says in a panic but is cut off when his office door suddenly slams open, the lock falling out of its place.

"WHERE IS MY SON!?" Sera demands.

"Hi mom." Adam say cautiously, did she found them out?

Sera seeing Adam before her quickly pulls him in for a hug.

"Why didn't you or Lute answer your halo!?" She ask worriedly.

"Apologies Lady Sera, we were busy." Lute replies.

"Busy with what?" Sera ask while she tightens her hold on Adam.

"Ummm ... with Michael. He was showing me how to open portals." Adam replies. Technically not a lie, portals were being opened.

"MICHAEL!" Sera glares at Michael who winces in response. He knew he was screwed.

"Adam, you and Lute head on home. I need to have a talk with Michael." Sera says coldly as she ushers Adam and Lute out of Michael's office.

Adam could only mouth 'sorry' to the soon to be screwed angel.

-

A week passes and Adam had successfully created his own version of beer. To celebrate, he had gathered everyone to taste his new creation.

Michael was sitting on the couch looking worse for wear and Adam offers him the newly made beer.

"So she really put you through the wringer huh?" Adam ask.

"The paperwork has been non-stop. I swear Adam if this isn't the best tasting beer in the world ..." Michael sits up and takes a sip.

Instantly, his taste buds were engulfed in a symphony of flavors. The beer was a harmonious blend of rich malts and fragrant hops, with subtle notes of caramel and toasted grains dancing on his palate. Each sip revealed new complexities, from the initial burst of citrusy brightness to the lingering warmth of oak and spice.

As he savored each mouthful, Michael felt transported to a place of pure bliss, where time seemed to stand still and every worry melted away. This was more than just a beverage; it was an experience—an ode to craftsmanship and passion, lovingly brewed by Adam's skilled hands.

With each sip, Michael found himself drawn deeper into the intricate tapestry of flavors, his senses alive with delight. This beer was more than just a drink; it was a masterpiece, deserving of every accolade and admiration.

"You got lucky." Michael slumps back into the couch.

Adam smiles and leaves Michael to rest.

"This is amazing Dad! How did you come up with this!?" Aclima ask.

"Just heard rumors about how it was made and conducted my own experiments, than boom, I made beer. Lute was a huge help, right Lute?" Adam says.

"Of course Sir." Lute smiles. Happy that they now have a secret they shared.

Notes:

At least Michael got his beer.

Chapter 20: Reckoning with the Past

Summary:

Adam is sad.

Mama Sera to the rescue.

Notes:

I feel quite proud of this chapter.

I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Chapter Text

2431 B.C.

"Please mom!" Adam ask

"No Adam." Sera replies sternly.

"Fine, I'll ask Michael!" Adam says with a huff.

"Don't you dare!" Sera warns.

"Why? Why won't you teach me how to make portals!?" Adam ask in exasperation.

"BECAUSE YOU COULD USE IT TO LEAVE HEAVEN! You're not ready Adam." Sera cautions him.

"Not ready!? I've done everything you've taught me so far with no issue. Why are portals the one you draw the line at?" Adam ask.

"Drop it Adam! I'll teach it to you NEVER! when you're ready!" Sera says sternly.

"Fine." Adam turns and leaves the house with Lute.

After Adam leaves, Sera turns to Aclima.

"How are the preparations for the upcoming extermination?" Sera ask

"They are well underway Grandma." Aclima replies.

"Good." Sera looks out the window to see Adam walking away from the mansion upset with Lute closely behind him. "Go after him Aclima. I think he could use the company."

Aclima nods and jogs after them.

-

Adam can't help but notice that Emily had started stalking him, Lute and Aclima. Well, mainly stalking just him judging from her line of vision.

Why? He doesn't know. Still, he won't call attention to it. Emily sneaking skills were horrendous as it is.

Even Lute felt pity for her with her attempts at concealing herself. Like now for example, she was hiding behind a trash bin but her wings were sticking out.

The trio looked at each other before deciding to let her be. Perhaps this was a new game she was playing.

For Emily though, this wasn't a game. She was stalking observing him because she wants to know EVERYTHING about Adam. Especially since she just saw Adam storm out of the house feeling upset. Unfortunately, only Lute had the privilege of being beside him at all times. Mom was busy with the angelic council and Aclima as the General of the exorcists had to train her sisters most of the time.

A good WIFE should know everything about her husband after all.

Adam on the other hand was still trying to figure out what her game was.

The trio had stopped by a coffee shop and ordered some coffee. As they sat there with their coffee, Emily walked in wearing a trench coat, sunglasses and a flat boater hat. She sat herself in the corner of the coffee shop and proceeded to stare at them without hiding that fact.

"Any idea what she is trying to do?" Adam ask.

"No clue Sir. Maybe she is trying to find a gift for you?" Lute remarks.

"Unlikely, Dad's birthday isn't for a couple more months and there aren't any upcoming holidays." Aclima explains

"Yeah, I'm doubtful too. What about you Lute? If you were to stalk someone, why would you do it?" Adam ask.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SIR! To ask you a question, maybe?" Lute replies.

"This is going to drive me nuts." Adam remarks.

-

Emily can't help but feel jealous of Lute. She wants to spend more time with him but the angelic council kept her busy most days. Only Lute whose sole duty is to watch Adam gets to accompany him at all times and know his ins and outs.

As she sits there observing them, one of the servers in the coffee shop approaches her.

"Hi, can I take your order?" The waitress ask.

"What -" Emily completely forgot she was in a coffee shop and quickly looks through the menu.

"I'll have the Oolong tea and cheesecake please." Emily quickly replies.

"Coming right up." The waitress leaves and returns a few minutes later with her order.

Try as Emily might, the food and drink before her was too enticing. While she wanted to keep her eye on the trio, she can't tear herself away from the dessert before her.

She quickly starts to consume the food but soon get lost in its flavor and forgets her main objective. After several minutes of eating and drinking, she rubs her belly in satisfaction before remembering she needed to watch them. Turning her attention back to them, she starts to panic when she realizes they had left the coffee shop some time ago.

Oh no! When did they leave!? They can't have gotten far! She needs to find them! She needs to find ADAM!

Without a moment to spare, she rushes out of the coffee shop.

-

Adam, Lute and Aclima sat on a bench outside of the coffee shop, waiting to see what Emily will do. They see her panic when they realize that they left as she looked around frantically. Emily soon bursts out of the coffee shop and immediately took to the skies and looked around. All while they sat on a bench, adjacent to the coffee shop and in the open.

"Should we call her?" Lute ask.

"Nah. This is pretty funny and cute." Adam replies.

They watch as she flew around in circles for almost half an hour before Adam decides to whistle at her. At the sound of his whistle, Emily turns her attention towards the sound and spots him. A huge grin appears on her face and she immediately dives towards him and tackles him in a hug.

"How could you just leave me!?" Emily says with a pout.

Adam decides to tease her.

"Leave you? What do you mean? Were you following me?" Adam ask innocently. Aclima and Lute look at her with a smug look.

"I was -" Emily stops herself from revealing the truth. She completely forgot that she was suppose to be stalking observing him and had already given herself away.

"You were what?" Adam ask.

Emily looks away and ponders on a good excuse. While she does so, Adam seizes this moment of opportunity.

"Were you looking for me so you could teach me how to make portals?" Adam ask.

"Yes! That's right! I was looking for you so I could teach you how to make portals!" Emily nods, feeling like she outsmarted them.

Adam smiles. Sure he is going behind Sera's back but the surprise on her face when she realizes that he can use portals is going to be worth it.

The four of them head to a nearby park where Emily began demonstrating how to create portals. Adam sits and listens attentively while Lute and Aclima rest their head on his lap.

Emily can't help but smile at the situation. Adam is paying all his attention to her.

'YES ADAM! LOOK ONLY AT ME!' Emily thinks as she teaches.

As Emily shows Adam the motions needed to create the portal, he unknowingly follows the same motions with angelic power gathered. As he does so, he unknowingly opens a portal beneath where he is sitting and falls through. Aclima and Lute were suddenly alarmed when the lap they were resting their head on suddenly sank. They quickly scramble away as they watch Adam fall through the portal.

"Adam!/Dad!/Sir!" The trio shout in unison. Without thinking, Lute dives through the portal after him while Aclima turns to Emily.

"Quick, pull them back!" Aclima shouts to a stunned Emily.

When they both focus back to the portal, they find that it has already closed off.

"DAD!" Aclima shouts. "Emily! Open a portal to wherever they went!"

"I can't, I don't know where they went to!" Emily replies in a panic.

-

Adam doesn't know how long he has been falling for but eventually, he lands with a loud thud on a building roof.

"SIR!" Lute lands beside him. "ARE YOU OKAY SIR!?"

Lute helps him sit up and he takes a look at his surroundings. The environment around him gives off a dreary feeling like no other and the first thing he notices is the blood red sky. Looking around, he sees the white orb that is Heaven shining brightly in the sea of unholy red.

"Lute, where are we?" Adam ask.

Lute knows where they are. She has been here countless times, slaying the creatures that inhabit this realm for thinking of uprising against Heaven and for wanting to harm Adam.

"We're in hell Sir." Lute says as she looks around.

"Mom is going to kill me." Adam says, already imagining the lecture that is to come.

After they had regained their bearings, Adam tries to recreate the portal but Lute stops him.

"Sir, you shouldn't. You haven't mastered it and we don't know where we might end up." Lute reasons.

"It can't possibly be worse than here right? We're in literal hell!" Adam retorts.

"I rather we don't take that chance Sir." Lute reasons.

"Than what can we do?" Adam ask.

"The embassy Sir, we can hide out at the embassy until someone can come and get us." Lute suggest.

"There is an embassy in hell?" Adam ask.

"Yes, for special occasions for meetings with Lucifer." Lute replies.

Ugh, Lucifer. Former best friend turned wife stealer. The one being that Adam doesn't want to see at all. Frankly, he rather not see any of them. If Eve shows up and gloats about how she never loved him or how much better Lucifer is, Adam wasn't sure what he will do.

"Okay, where is the embassy?" Adam ask.

"I'm not sure where we landed but if we take to the skies, we should be able to spot it." Lute explains.

Adam nods and unfurl his wings along with Lute. Together, they take to the skies in search of the embassy.

-

Sera was overseeing a council meeting when she spots Aclima and Emily by the doorway with a frantic expression on their face. They were ushering her to come to them with urgency.

"We shall adjourn for recess." Sera announces suddenly to the council surprise. Unusual but nothing out of the ordinary.

Moving off her podium, Sera flies down to Emily and Aclima and gracefully lands in front of them.

"What is the matter, you two seem distressed?" Sera ask.

"Mom! I taught Adam how to make portals!" Emily says in a panicked voice.

Sera eye twitches at the news but still, she carries a smile. "That's wonderful Emily. I'm sure -"

"We don't know where Dad went!" Aclima exclaims.

Now, Sera was alarmed. She quickly picks the both of them up in her arms and teleports them to her office. Once in her office she quickly turns on her monitors and starts sifting through them until she came upon hell.

Adam and Lute were flying above Pentagram city and looked unharmed to Sera's relief. But the relief was quickly washed away when she sees Eve rapidly approaching them.

-

With Lucifer and Lilith visiting the Greed Ring for whatever reason, Eve was left alone in the castle to watch over the pride ring.

She doesn't care.

Generations of her children have passed and she recognizes less and less of them. The only one that she remotely cares for now is Aclima for that bitch visited her every year during extermination day. No, Eve doesn't care in the sense that she loves her, she cares that Aclima is the only source of information she has about Adam.

All she cared to do now was to stare up at the Heavenly orb in the sky and pray that today was the day that Adam would come down to hell.

And as luck would have it, her prayers were answered.

As Eve stared out the window, two figures suddenly emerged from a portal that appeared out of nowhere. She thought nothing of it at first but than one them unfurled their golden wings. The golden light from his wings shined and illuminated his facial features. It was his eyes that held her captive, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. They seemed to shimmer with a divine power, as if they could see into the depths of her soul, unraveling the very essence of her being. In their depths, she saw a reflection of herself, mirrored in the golden glow of his gaze.

ADAM!

Her Adam is finally here in hell!

Eve sees him with that WHORE Aclima lookalike but it doesn't matter.

Unfurling her bat like wings, Eve takes off without a moment to spare and races towards the duo.

"ADAM!" Eve shouts in excitement.

Adam was stunned when he sees Eve approaching them with glee.

His sweet Eve was coming? Does she still love him? She looks so happy to see him and she is flying so eagerly towards them. Maybe Sera was wrong, maybe she truly does still love him. Maybe -

With all the hate Eve has built up over the centuries for Aclima, she puts it all into her right fist and plants it squarely into Lute's cheek. The force of the punch sends Lute flying through three different buildings. Eve smirks proudly in satisfaction.

"LUTE!" Adam shouts and was about to go after her when Eve flies in front of him.

"Adam! Sweetie! It's me, your little rib!" Eve joyfully exclaims with open arms. Expecting Adam to fly into her embrace where she will whisk them back to Lucifer's castle to have their passionate night of baby-making.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Adam yells in anger as he flies around her and dives after Lute. "LUTE!"

Eve was stunned. Yes, in hindsight, that first meeting since she died could have gone a little better. If she had brought a knife with her and killed this 'Lute' immediately, Adam wouldn't be so distracted and remember that his darling wife is in front of him. Oh well, she can still finish the job.

"Get back here Adam!" Eve flies after him "Come back and breed your wife!"

-

Adam flies down to the crater that has formed where Lute had crashed. She was in a bad shape, her wings look fractured and golden ichor was flowing out of her nose. He gently picks her up in his arms and cradles her. With one hand, he starts tapping her cheek.

"Lute! Wake up, please! Lute!" Adam begs.

Her shallow breathing was the only indication he had that Lute was still alive.

Eve lands a few feet in front of Adam. As she slowly strides over to him, Adam wraps his wings around Lute like a protective shield.

"I'm sorry honey, I guess I didn't put enough of my love into that punch to kill her. Don't worry, just hand her over and I'll get rid of that homewrecker." Eve says with a smile and an outstretched hand.

Adam scoots away. Still finding it difficult that the Eve he once knew and loved had changed so much.

"Don't touch her!" Adam shouts.

Now that was unpleasant to hear. This was not the same Adam that she trained remembers and loved over the centuries. But its fine, he is just sick from all the propaganda that he has been force fed by Heaven. Her love will fix all of that.

"Come now Adam, remember, the angels are bad. They KILLED Abel and BANISHED Cain!" Eve exclaims, bringing up old memories to remind Adam.

"And you're somehow better!? You left me for Lucifer and Lilith! The people that tricked you and got us kicked out of EDEN!" Adam retorts in anger. "Now you come and punch my daughter!? Hell has changed you!"

"So? Let go of the fucking past!" She reaches out her hand to Adam.

"Forget Lute! We can always make more and better children together!" Eve says with glee.

"Come Adam, take my hand and we can be together once more." Eve says. "I promised I would never leave you and I intend to keep it."

Adam slaps her hand away.

"I don't know who you are anymore!" Adam shouts.

"Adam!" Eve yells.

"MOM!" Adam calls out, hoping Sera would save them. He could run and save himself but he refuses to leave Lute.

"SHUT UP ADAM! That bitch Sera isn't your mother! She is an angel that ruined our perfect lives! She is the reason I died! She is keeping you away from me!" Eve rants as she steps closer. She grabs his hair and forces him to look at her.

"I'M THE ONLY ONE YOU NEED! THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN RELY ON! SERA IS THE REASON WHY OUR CHILDREN ARE -" Before Eve could reveal about the exterminations, a bright light appears between Adam and Eve.

Eve has to shield her eyes and after a brief moment, finds herself flying backwards through the air and into a building.

Adam sees that Sera has arrived and quickly scrambles to his feet and moves to Sera side with Lute in his arms.

Sera has her full angelic form out with multiple eyes all flared in anger. All eyes facing in Eve's direction.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!" Sera's voice bellows out.

Eve was now running on pure adrenaline. Her left arm is clearly broken but her objective is still in front of her. Without caring for her well being, she charges forward with intent to pull Adam away from Sera. She doesn't care how injured she is or who her opponent is.

ADAM IS ALL THAT MATTERS!

As much as Sera would love to kill Eve in this moment, she wasn't here for a fight. She was only here to fish Adam and Lute out of this literal hellhole. With angelic power in hand and holding Adam close with her other hand, she teleports the three of them away and back to Heaven.

Eve crashes into where they had been just moments ago. Realizing that she had missed her chance to claim Adam, she grits her teeth and pounds the ground in anger.

SHE FAILED TO CAPTURE ADAM!

Eve anger hit its peak and she lets out a scream that can be heard all throughout Pentagram City. Without a proper outlet for her rage, she starts destroying buildings and killing sinners who were unlucky to be in her path. All she can do now as she releases her rage is to reflect.

This was all Sera's fault! If Sera had left them alone after Eden, Adam wouldn't be so attached to those bloody angels!

This was all Aclima's fault! If Aclima weren't born or if she had left the FUCKING NEST, Adam wouldn't have the will to live and would have killed himself!

This was all Lute's fault! If Lute hadn't come to hell with him, Adam would be plowing her in the castle right now!

ADAM WAS HERS!

Notes:

Poor Eve.

Chapter 21: Lost in Reflection

Summary:

I agree. Eve needs to chill.

Adam also reflects.

Notes:

Time for a nice chill chapter.

OR IS IT!?

Nah, its pretty chill.

Wink

Chapter Text

Lucifer and Lilith were sitting beside a crying Eve. Lucifer using his angelic power to heal Eve's broken left arm while Lilith tries to soothe Eve.

"I had him! I fucking had him!" Eve says solemnly. "He was right in front of me ... I even grabbed his hair."

Eve brings her hand to her face and sniffs it. Committing as much of Adam's scent as she could to memory. She feels a wetness grow in her lower region.

"But that bitch Sera ... she just had to ruin it for Adam and me. That daughter he calls 'Lute' too. If those two weren't around, I would have shown him how much I loved him. How much I missed him." Eve says as she looks up to the white orb in the sky.

"You have to admit Eve, maybe punching his daughter in front of him wasn't the best idea." Lucifer says.

"Maybe ... she just looked so much like Aclima and with how much Aclima has taunted me over the years, I just couldn't help it." Eve says.

"All isn't lost. You didn't kill her after all so maybe Adam could forgive you." Lilith says.

"That's a given. I know he will forgive me. He loves me after all." Eve says confidently. "It's just those angels that are poisoning his mind with nonsense."

"Come on Eve, you need some rest. You had quite the eventful day." Lilith supports Eve as they make their way to Eve bedroom.

Lucifer looks out at the city that he had built now turned rubble after Eve's rampage. The only exception being the embassy that remains undamaged and definitely not for lack of trying.

Truly, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

After adjusting his top hat, Lucifer sets out and begins to rebuild the city. This time, he will make it even grander and brighter. Perhaps if the city outshines Heaven's glow, he could entice Adam to pay a visit.

AND THAN TRAP HIM!

-

A day has passed since the incident in hell. Lute lays in Adam's bed without any sign of consciousness. Raphael had visited and looked over Lute. He claims she will make a full recovery but is unsure when she will awaken.

Seeing Adam hunched over his bed while holding Lute's hand banishes all thoughts from Sera's mind about scolding him for not listening to her. Adam has gone through enough as it is. He can get that lecture after Lute has recovered.

"Why? why did Eve attack you? You didn't even do anything?" Adam bemoan.

Sera could only look away as she knew the reason why Eve would attack his daughter so brazenly.

As Adam held tightly on to Lute's hand, his thoughts drift back to what had happened in hell.

How could his once sweet Eve who never harmed any of his children before could suddenly attack Lute unprovoked? What changed?

It doesn't matter now. All he wants is for Lute's swift recovery.

-

Two days have passed and Adam continues to sit by Lute. Aclima sits beside him, holding him to give some measure of comfort.

"Am I a bad husband?" Adam ask.

"What!? No way! Dad, you can't think that! You gave mom everything you had!" Aclima reassures.

"I gave her everything and it still wasn't enough. She still chose them." Adam looks to the floor. "I just don't know what I could have done differently."

"Dad, you did nothing wrong. There is a reason that mom is in hell while we're in Heaven." Aclima tries to reason.

"It just feels like the half of my life that I spent with her was a lie. Like I didn't really know her." Adam says.

Aclima wanted nothing more than to reveal and bitch about Eve's behavior when Adam isn't around but her dad was already feeling down. No need to make him feel any worse.

-

Three days have passed and everyone is worried for Adam. He had basically lost all appetite and would only eat if Sera or Aclima begged. Emily tries to cheer him up by reminiscing about the past, trying to get Adam to remember funny moments with Lute. Though it only served to make him sadder as he remembers the happy face of past Lute but only to be confronted with the bruised face of the current Lute.

As Adam continues to sit in the room alone with Lute, Michael decides to drop in unexpectedly.

Placing a beer in front of Adam, Michael makes himself comfortable beside the First Man.

"I heard what happened." Michael starts. "Not the best way to find out your wife or rather, ex-wife has gone nuts."

Adam sigh as he reaches out and takes the beer in front of him. He takes a sip and finally tries to relax.

"I still don't understand what happened. She used to be so sweet and loving." Adam says as he recalls back to his time on Earth.

"It has been over a thousand years since you last saw her and during that time, she has been hanging around Lucifer and Lilith. I wouldn't be surprised if those two are the reasons she changed so much." Michael states.

"I don't know. She still says she loves me but ... I don't know anymore." Adam says.

"Maybe its all part of Lucifer's sick plan. Could be he is collecting the First humans. He has the First Woman and now he has the First Mother. He is probably hoping that with Eve, he would get the First Man." Michael reasons.

"That's sick!" Adam exclaims in disgust.

"My brother is the Sin of Pride. Never corrupting you with the apple is probably a sore spot for his pride. So tempting you to stay in hell and corrupt you is probably his goal. To finish what he started." Michael explains.

"... What should I do?" Adam ask.

"Live your best life in Heaven." Sera interjects as she walks into the room. She had been standing outside the room and listening in on their conversation. She sits down next to Adam and places her hand over his shoulder.

"You lost Eve but don't let her ruin your afterlife. Remember what you still have." Sera explains as she holds him close. "You have us, your family."

"Eve had been my family too." Adam says solemnly.

"But she chose to throw it away. She chose to throw you away." Sera states.

Sera cups Adam chin and raises his head so they were looking into each other eyes.

"Adam, I promise you, I will NEVER cast you aside. You are my son and I love you." Sera says with determination.

A moment passes before Adam nods his head.

"Thank you, mom." Adam replies with a small smile.

"I'll ... never ... leave ... you too ... Sir." Lute chokes out weakly to everyone's surprise.

Adam quickly rushes to her side and hold her hand.

"I'm ... sorry ... too ... weak ... protect ... you." Lute says.

"No Lute. You're not weak." Adam sobs as he holds her hand. "I was the weak one for not even trying to fight back."

"You're ... kind." Lute shows a weak smile.

"Lute, is there anything you need? Just ask." Adam ask.

"Want ... cuddles." Lute chokes out.

Adam was silent for a moment before he lets out a soft chuckle.

Nodding his head, he climbs into bed and pulls her close to himself before extending his wings over her and wrapping them around her. Sera and Michael admires the heart warming scene for a minute before leaving them alone.

-

One month has passed since the incident with hell.

Emily and Aclima are glaring at Lute who seems to have fully recovered but is probably feinting her ill health to gain Adam's attention. Wherever Lute wanted to go, Adam would carry her on his back. Whatever Lute wanted to eat, Adam would feed it to her.

Whenever Aclima wanted to talk to her father, Lute would suddenly feel faint and need his attention. When Emily wanted to cuddle to take Adam somewhere, Lute would suddenly start coughing and coax Adam into taking care of her.

The two of them had had enough and cornered Lute one morning.

"Okay Lieutenant, you had your fun. It's time to stop hogging my father." Aclima says.

"Yeah Lute, I want to spend time with Adam too!" Emily complains.

"I have no idea what you mean. I'm simply unwell." Lute says smugly. "After all, I risked my life going into hell to be with him."

"And we appreciate that you did." Aclima states.

"But it's been a month, Lute," Emily interjects, crossing her arms. "Surely you're feeling better by now. You don't need to monopolize Adam's time."

Aclima nods, her expression firm. "We all need to share like we used to."

Lute's smugness wavers, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. "I don't see why you're making such a fuss. Sir is perfectly capable of deciding how to spend his time."

"But you're not giving him a chance to decide," Aclima counters. "You're manipulating the situation to keep him with you."

"Am I?" Lute questions sarcastically. "Maybe I truly am unwell."

"Since you're SO unwell, I'll let Harper take over the position as Lieutenant and move you to the barracks. Our sisters can take care of you." Aclima says with a smirk.

"What!? You can't do that!" Lute exclaims. "I'm suppose to be his shadow! His protector!"

"You said it yourself, you might be unwell. My father needs someone strong to protect him. Not someone needing his protection. Guess you really are weak if you couldn't take on my mom who was unarmed." Aclima taunts. "I'll contact Harper and inform her of her promotion."

"Don't you fucking dare! I'm still capable! I can kick her ass!" Lute exclaims. That bitch Eve won because she caught her off guard!

She is still strong! Still capable!

"Than prove it Lieutenant!" Aclima orders! "Harper isn't the only one aiming for a promotion!"

"Yes ma'am!" Lute stands and salutes. She quickly rushes out of the room and to Adam's side.

"Sir!" Lute shouts.

Adam jumps back in surprise. "Woah Lute! You scared me there. You okay?" Adam ask, still a little worried for her.

"I'm fine Sir! In fact, you can say I'm PEACHY!" Lute exaggerates. "I'm heading to the training grounds with Aclima! I have been itching to spar with my sisters!"

"Are you sure Lute? It's only been a month, if you're not well -" Adam says but is cut off by Lute.

"I'M FINE SIR!" Lute yells. "Don't worry Sir! I'll prove I'm worthy to be by your side!"

"Uhhh ... okay. Good luck Lute." Adam says, glad that she seems to be in high spirits.

With that, Lute leaves the house and takes off to the training grounds.

For the rest of the day, Lute would disregard the rule that the Lieutenant position can only be challenged once a day and instead, welcomed all challenges. Up to 30 challenges were issued but Lute swiftly took them all down.

-

As Sera lays in bed cuddled with Adam, she can't help but think back to the events of the previous incident. She had almost lost her son ... AGAIN. It was fortunate that Lute was there to distract Eve and buy them that precious few minutes. She shudders to think what would have happened if Lute wasn't there and Eve went straight for Adam.

Over the last month, Sera had to teach Adam how to use portals. She didn't want him testing out and accidentally falling into hell again. But now that he knew how to use portals, she was worried. At any moment, he could simply use a portal and leave. She wants to trust him but her son is a free spirit at heart. If she restricts him too much, he may start sneaking away and end up in danger.

While Lute has done her job sufficiently, Sera still would like to take extra precautions. Perhaps she should place a tracker on him. The tracker could alert her if Adam were to ever leave Heaven but that may cause trust issues with Adam. She wants Adam to be able to trust her wholly. To come to his mom if he ever had ANY trouble.

Sera wonders, her mind wrestling with conflicting thoughts. She understands Adam's need for freedom, his desire to explore and discover. After all, he was still the same wide eyed wanderer in Eden. But the risks loom large, especially after the recent brush with danger.

SHE SHOULD HAVE KILLED EVE WHEN SHE HAD THE CHANCE!

But the thought of a tracker still nags at her. It feels invasive, like she's betraying Adam's trust before it's even broken. Yet, the safety of her son outweighs her reservations. Maybe she could introduce the tracker discreetly, without making it seem like an act of mistrust.

Or perhaps increase the number of guards? Increasing the number of guards alongside Lute seems like a more subtle approach, one that wouldn't immediately raise suspicions or hurt Adam's feelings. With more guards, she could ensure that Adam is watched over without him feeling like he's being monitored constantly. After all, Adam is very comfortable having Lute around.

But even as she considers this option, doubts creep in. Would extra guards be enough to prevent another close call? How many does he need? What if Adam resents the increased surveillance and rebels against it?

Sera holds Adam closer to her, feeling him nuzzle into her chest.

For now, she'll continue to trust him.

Chapter 22: Bearing Burdens

Summary:

Another boring council meeting ... or is it?

Notes:

Holy shit! Over 900 kudos and 17000+ hits!

I can't believe I still have doubts about my story but seeing this really proves me wrong.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2430 B.C.

"Emily, for the upcoming angelic council meeting, I want you to keep an open mind. There will be controversy with today's topic but as a seraphim, you are expected to debate and properly present your case much like when you tried to allow winners into Eden." Sera instructs.

Emily was confused. She has attended many meetings over her lifetime but this was the first one that Sera seems hesitant to bring her in on.

"Most importantly, you mustn't breathe a word of this topic to any of the winners, especially Adam." Sera informs.

"Yes mom." Emily acknowledges, unsure of why the need for such secrecy.

With that, they both enter the council chambers and Sera takes her place at the podium.

"Let the council come to order," Sera announces, her voice commanding attention in the hallowed chambers. "The pervasive spread of sin among humanity demands our urgent attention. Gabriel has proposed a drastic measure—a flood—to cleanse the Earth of its corruption. The floor is open for discussion."

-

As Adam, Aclima and Lute were having lunch, Adam looks around Heaven and notices something odd.

"I'm a little concerned." Adam says aloud.

"Over what Sir?" Lute ask.

"Just that, there aren't that many winners in Heaven. I think you and your sisters outnumber them." Adam notices as he look around. "The number of winners coming to Heaven seems to have dropped a lot after Seth's generation."

Aclima, always observant, furrows her brow. "You're right, Dad. It's been a gradual decline, but I hadn't really paid much attention to it until now."

"Either humanity is dying off or ..." Adam hesitates.

"They're going to hell." Aclima finishes his sentence.

Adam nods solemnly. "Yes, that's what I fear. But why? What could be leading so many astray?"

Lute scratches her head, pondering the question. "Perhaps it's the changing times, Sir. The world is evolving, and with it, so are the temptations and challenges people face."

Adam sighs and looks to the sky. "If only I had stopped Eve from eating that damn apple."

"Dad, we've been over this. You can't keep blaming yourself for what mom did. She was tricked and you tried your best." Aclima assures.

Despite what he had encountered in hell, Adam still hopes that Eve is still a loving mother and is at least looking after their kids in hell.

-

As the council convened, the topic of discussion weighed heavily upon the hearts of those assembled. The fate of humanity hung in the balance, and the question of whether to flood the Earth loomed large before them.

Gabriel spoke first, his voice resonating with authority as he addressed the council. "Brothers and sisters, the time has come for decisive action. The corruption of humanity has reached unfathomable depths, and the Earth cries out for cleansing. We must flood the land, wash away the sins of mankind, and start anew."

"I cannot condone the destruction of life, no matter how far it has fallen," she declared. "There is still hope for humanity, still the potential for redemption. We must offer them guidance and support, not abandon them to their fate." Emily argues in response.

"I agree with my brother, we do not have the time to offer such luxury to them. After the death of the First Man, Adam, sin has been climbing amongst the humans exponentially. By our current estimates, 95 percent of the population are writhe with sin!" Michael declares as he shows a video of various sinful acts being committed.

"You say we don't have the time to offer them our guidance and support but when have we ever supported them!?" Emily ask. "Sin has been around for centuries and now after not doing anything for so long, you wish to flood the Earth after leaving the problem to fester!?"

Uriel steps up and chimes in. "There is a reason our interactions with the humans are kept to a minimum. The last time us angels appeared to the humans was on the First Man's 100th birthday. We offered our blessing and as a result, the first sinner and murderer was born."

Sera winces at the memory. She still remembers the moment Adam cried as he held Abel's body.

"Now after years of neglect, you wish to ... to just EXTERMINATE them like they are pests!? These are human souls! Just like the winners we have and just like ADAM!" Emily argues.

"They are not the same. They are sinners like the First Woman, Eve. Helping them now is no longer feasible. Many of the humans no longer believe in us and would rather indulge in sin. If we do not act now, the last of the righteous humans will be corrupted and there will no longer be anymore winners in the future." Azrael states.

"Won't flooding the Earth result in humanity's extinction, which would result in the lack of winners in the future regardless?" Jophiel ask.

"Which is why after some extensive research, we found the most righteous humans to continue humanity after the flood." Michael pulls up a picture of a family. "This man Noah and his family. We will instruct him to build an Ark to house his family and two of every animal. They will be the future."

"How can all of you decide the future of humanity without the presence of the very father of humanity!? These are his descendants you are planning to erase!" Emily exclaims. "His words should be taken into consideration!"

"Adam being a former human will have a bias view. To include him in this meeting would only bring him unneeded stress." Sera states.

"If we are to do as you say and offer our support at this time to the humans, we risk the corruption of the First Man." Gabriel says.

"What do you mean?" Emily ask. "Adam could be corrupted?"

"A possibility, yes." Michael states. "Adam would be the most suited to support and guide his descendants as he was a former human and most righteous. So logically, he would be sent down to guide them. But his love for his children is well known and could blind him to their sinful ways. Are you willing to risk losing Heaven's golden child over a mere chance of helping those corrupted?"

Sera side-eye Michael to which he ignores. She will never approve of her son going back down to Earth for such a task. No matter what the council may agree upon.

ADAM STAYS IN HEAVEN!

Emily could only look down in silence. She wants to help the humans but she can't risk losing Adam. Adam would no doubt stop at nothing to help them if he knew what was going on. To lose the greatest man she has ever known because some people chose to live a more sinful way is just unfathomable.

Her heart sank remembering the time when he was nearly lost because he accidentally went to hell. Seeing Eve attack him and Lute had sent her into a panic and she almost fainted when she thought Eve was kidnapping Adam before Sera intervened.

No! She can't lose him! She vowed to protect his smile!

SHE WILL BRING HIM LOVE AND JOY!

Emily sits back down in defeat.

After hours of deliberation, the council took a vote and by unanimous decision, the motion to flood the Earth, a purifying deluge to wash away the sins of humanity, emerged victorious.

In the end, it was Sera who spoke with finality, her voice resolute as she addressed the council. "Though the decision weighs heavy upon our hearts, we cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of the Earth and its inhabitants. We must flood the land, but not to bring about destruction. Instead, let it serve as a wake-up call to humanity, a chance for them to repent and start anew."

With a heavy heart, Emily bowed her head in acceptance, her wings drooping slightly as she whispered a silent prayer for humanity's salvation. And so, with a solemn decree, the fate of the Earth was sealed

"We will appear and inform Noah of the coming flood. He will be given a duration of 100 years to build the Ark that will house him, his family and two of every animal. During these 100 years, we will offer him our protection, support and gather the animals and food necessary for them." Sera announces. "This meeting adjourned."

-

When Sera and Emily open the door to their home, Adam was there to welcome them home with a smile on his face. A smile so bright that made Emily feel guilty over what had transpired earlier.

"Welcome back! I hope you're hungry because I made -" Adam announces before suddenly being cut off when Emily hugs him.

"Woah, uhhh, what's wrong Em? You seem upset." Adam ask as he sees her with a frown.

Emily could only tighten the hug in response.

"She just had a long day Adam. Today's meeting with the council was a little much." Sera says as she walks over and pats Emily head. "She did a good job today."

Adam could only kneel and wrap his own arms and wings around the smaller seraphim. Holding her close as he pats her head.

"You did well today Emily, no need to be upset anymore. I made cheesecake for dessert. I know its your favorite." Adam says as he tries to comfort her.

His words only served to make Emily feel more guilty but his love, kindness and smile is something that she knows that needs to be treasured. She reminds herself that what she agreed to earlier was all to protect him.

"Thank you Adam." Emily forces herself away from him and makes her way to the dining room.

As everyone sat down to enjoy dinner, the atmosphere in the room was tense, weighed down by the gravity of the council's decision. Despite Adam's efforts to lighten the mood with his homemade cheesecake and cheerful chatter, Emily couldn't shake off the heaviness in her heart.

Throughout the meal, Adam noticed Emily's subdued demeanor, her usually bright eyes clouded with worry. Sensing her distress, he made subtle attempts to uplift her spirits, cracking jokes and sharing stories from their time together in Heaven.

As they finished their meal and moved to the living room, Adam approached Emily, his expression filled with concern. "Hey, Em, is everything okay? You seemed really upset earlier. If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it."

Emily hesitated, torn between her desire to confide in Adam and her duty to keep the council's decision a secret. She gazed into Adam's eyes, searching for the right words to express her inner turmoil.

"It's just...today's council meeting was difficult," she admitted, choosing her words carefully. "There were...difficult decisions made, ones that I'm not entirely sure I agree with."

Adam nodded sympathetically, his hand reaching out to gently grasp hers. "I understand. Sometimes, we're faced with choices that seem impossible, and it's hard to find the right path forward."

A flicker of guilt flashed across Emily's features as she recalled the council's decision to flood the Earth. She wanted to tell Adam everything, to seek solace in his comforting presence, but she knew she couldn't betray the council's trust.

"I just wish there was something more we could do to help," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What matters is that you tried your best Em." Adam reassures, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

As the evening wore on and the stars began to twinkle in the sky outside, Emily found herself feeling lighter, the weight of the council's decision momentarily lifted. She knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but with Adam by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope that humanity would find its way back to the light.

And as she watched him laugh and joke with Aclima and Lute, his infectious joy filling the room improved her mood greatly.

SHE WILL PROTECT ADAM!

-

2330 B.C.

Adam, Lute and Aclima were hanging out near the gates of Heaven when they suddenly heard soft cries coming from beyond the gate. The trio look through the gates and are surprised to find a group of over 50 children. All newly made winners.

Rushing out, the trio came up to the children to which the children quickly moves to hug them, unsure of what has happened to them.

"What happened to you all? Where are you parents!?" Adam ask, alarmed that he only sees children.

"I don't know! One moment we were eating lunch when a huge wave of water suddenly came upon us!" The young girl in his arms explain.

A flood? That seems to be right but something was wrong. As Adam looked around he sees that many of the children are from different regions of the Earth. Some were tanner, other were talking in a different accent and many wore clothes for different climates. Yet all of them were talking about the flood.

Adam lets go of the child and opens a portal to Earth, much to Lute and Aclima surprise. He hasn't tried using portals since the incident with hell and he had promised Sera he would only use it in an emergency or with her explicit permission.

Without a moment to spare, Adam races through the portal and surveys the Earth. What Adam sees after coming through the portal shocks him to the core. The Earth, once teeming with life and civilization, now lay desolate and submerged beneath a vast expanse of water. Cities that once bustled with activity were now nothing but submerged ruins, their towering structures reduced to mere shadows beneath the murky depths.

As Adam's gaze swept across the devastated landscape, his heart clenched with sorrow and anguish. The magnitude of the flood's destruction was beyond comprehension. He sees people struggling to stay afloat, crying out for help and he wants to help but there was no land in sight to safely place them on. His eyes soon spot a large vessel amidst the sea of chaos. A vessel that could save the people below!

Lute and Aclima follows through the portal and comes up to him.

"What is going on Dad!?" Aclima ask. Never before has she seen such a devastating sight.

"I don't know! I've never seen a flood like this!" Adam exclaims in disbelief.

"Sir, We should head back! It's not safe!" Lute pleads.

"No! We must save them. There is a vessel over there" Adam points at Noah's Ark. "We can save them by bringing them to that vessel!"

Adam turns and is about to dive into the water to save them when a small figure suddenly hugs him from behind, stopping him.

"Adam, you can't!" The figure cries out!

Adam couldn't believe who was stopping him. The one who is the very picture of joy and love.

"Emily!?" Adam cries out.

-

Emily was with the council as they watch the live video of the flood happening. Watching as humans died by the thousands. She couldn't stomach to watch anymore and decided to leave the council chambers.

After leaving, she takes off to the skies and flies around in circles to clear her head. As she does so, she spots a portal opening beyond the gates of Heaven and upon closer inspection, she sees a bunch of children together with Aclima, Lute and Adam. What alarms her however was that Adam flew through the portal followed soon by Aclima and Lute.

She and the council had not thought of distracting Adam during these few days while the flood was occurring and now it seems he may have discovered the truth. Dreading what may be, Emily races towards the portal and flies through it. Once through, she sees first hand the destruction that the flood has wrought and it made her want to throw up.

Through it all, a pair of golden wings shine brightly amidst the rain and darkness.

"No! We must save them. There is a vessel over there" Adam points at Noah's Ark. "We can save them by bringing them to that vessel!"

Adam wants to save them!? He mustn't! They're corrupt and she can't risk losing him.

SHE MUST STOP HIM!

Emily races to him and immediately hugs him from the back, stopping him from diving into the waters.

"Adam, you can't!" Emily bellows out.

"Emily!?" Adam cries out in surprise.

"Emily, what is going on!?" Aclima ask.

"I'll explain when we are in Heaven but right now, we can't be here! Please Adam, lets go back!" Emily begs.

"My children are screaming and crying for help! I'm helping them!" Adam says with determined resolve.

"Sir, listen to her! There must be a reason all of this is happening!" Lute retorts.

"I don't care! Let go Emily!" Adam yells out as he struggles to pry the young Seraphim off.

Emily feels her grip on him loosening as he struggles. She can't let him go.

SHE MUST STOP HIM!

Emily reaches out with both of her hands and grab his left wing by the humerus bone.

"EMILY!?" Adam shouts in alarm.

"What are you doing Emily!?" Aclima shouts.

"Sir!" Lute shouts.

"I'M SORRY ADAM!" Emily shouts as she applies strong pressure onto his wing.

With tears in her eyes and with a loud and sickening snap.

Emily breaks his wing.

Notes:

Hope you all still like Emily :)

Chapter 23: Broken Wings and Mended Hearts

Summary:

Oh Adam, so innocent.

Notes:

Should I include Seth at some point?

Not really sure when I would use him.

Than again, I wasn't sure about using the flood too but here we are.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Text

Many in the council were alarmed when a loud scream was suddenly heard that overshadowed all noise for a moment. Turning the camera away from Noah and his ark, it was now pointed towards the source of the sound. Gasp and shock were evident once everyone in the council saw what it was. Adam, the First Man, has one of his wings broken and is being supported by three other angels, one of which was Emily, a seraphim.

Sera couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was far too late for her to realize that they had forgotten to distract Adam on the day of the flood and now Adam is on Earth with a broken wing!?

What happened!?

None knew how his wing got broken but it put everyone on high alert. Michael immediately contacted Harper with his halo and alerted her to gather the exorcists by Heaven's gate. Harper was reluctant to do so as both the General and Lieutenant weren't around but when Adam was mentioned to be injured, all hesitation was thrown to the wind. Harper alerted the rest of her sisters and all sprang into action.

After a few minutes, thousand of exorcists were at the gates with their weapons at the ready. They surround the children who were at the gates and watch as a sobbing Adam is carried back through the portal by Emily, Aclima and Lute. As soon as they were through, Aclima pushes Emily away and ushers for a few of her sisters to come. With her, Lute and some of their sisters, they carry Adam over to the infirmary at the training grounds.

Emily could only look on in silence and with tears in her eyes as they flew away. Silently mouthing 'I'm sorry.' repeatedly.

In the infirmary, Adam lay still, his face contorted in pain. The room was filled with whispers among the exorcists, speculating on what had transpired. Lute, her expression grim, examined Adam's broken wing with a mixture of concern and determination while Aclima tries to comfort Adam by resting his head on her lap. While the exorcists were trained in basic first aid, none knew how to fix a broken wing.

-

Soon after Adam had been hauled off, Sera, Michael and Raphael appear at the gates to a distraught Emily on the ground, hundreds of new children winners and hundreds of exorcist securing the site. Michael flies up to Harper to get a report of what has happened.

"Emily! What is going on!? Are you hurt!?" Where is Adam!?" Sera ask worriedly as she approached her.

Emily continues to rock back and fourth as she mumbles out apologies repeatedly.

Raphael is quickly by Emily side as he examines her for injuries. After thoroughly examining her, he finds no injuries.

"She isn't hurt." Raphael reports.

Sera lets out a sigh of relief before remembering that Adam is missing.

"Emily, where is Adam?" Sera ask in a gentle voice. She can see Emily isn't feeling well.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Emily repeats in a whisper as she continues to sob.

Sera could only hold Emily as she continues to cry and mumble. Soon enough, Michael flies down to her.

"Harper has informed me that Adam has a broken wing. Aclima, Lute and some others have hauled him off to the infirmary." Michael informs.

Sera nods and looks back at Emily.

"Emily, listen to me. I'm going to go see Adam. I want you to go home and wait for me there. Understand?" Sera instructs.

Emily sobs for a few more moments before she slowly nods her head. Gently pulling away from Sera, Emily unfurls her wings and takes off with a few exorcists acting as her escort.

With Emily safely on her way home, Sera, Michael and Raphael make their way to the infirmary with haste. What surprises them upon their arrival was that there were at least 100 exorcists waiting around with their weapons drawn. All on high alert as they position themselves around the building on the lookout for any threats. As the three angels approach, all the exorcists turn their attention to them with their weapons aimed at them, completely catching the trio off guard.

"What is the meaning of this!? Stand down, all of you!" Michael orders.

"Stand down!? You're the reason our father is hurt in the first place!" Claire, one of the exorcist standing guard retorts.

"Let's all remain calm. We did no such harm to Adam." Sera says as she tries to cool the tension.

"We heard from our General and Lieutenant! Emily broke his wing!" Claire shouts back.

Sera exchanges a glance with Michael and Raphael, realizing the gravity of the situation. "That's not possible. Emily wouldn't harm Adam intentionally," she states firmly, trying to defuse the growing hostility.

Michael steps forward, his presence commanding attention. "We need to get to the bottom of this. Accusations won't solve anything." he says, his voice carrying authority.

Raphael, ever the diplomat, adds, "Let's work together to understand what truly happened. Our priority is Adam's well-being. I can heal his wing. You are only letting him suffer in pain the longer I'm kept away from him."

The tension in the air slowly dissipates as the exorcists lower their weapons, albeit reluctantly. Claire, still visibly upset, steps forward. "We just want answers." she says, her tone softer but resolute.

Sera nods in understanding. "We'll get to the bottom of this. But for now, we must focus on Adam. Can you trust us on that?"

The exorcists exchange glances before nodding in agreement.

With the situation temporarily diffused, Sera, Michael, and Raphael enter the infirmary, where Aclima and Lute are attending to Adam. The atmosphere inside is tense, but there's a sense of determination among the angels and exorcists alike to uncover the truth.

As Aclima held on to her sobbing father, Lute pulls out her sword and stands in front with a threatening stance.

"Stay away from him! Haven't you hurt him enough!" Aclima shouts.

Michael was ready to shout back but Sera stops him. Tensions were already high as it is. Any more and this situation can turn violent.

"We swear that we are not here to bring harm to Adam, MY SON." Sera says. "We have Raphael here to examine and heal his wing. Please, allow us to do so."

Lute looks back to Aclima who ponders for a minute before she slowly nods her head. Lute sheaths her weapon and goes back to Adam side.

As Raphael examine his wing, Sera sits by Aclima side.

"What happened?" Sera ask.

"Emily broke his wing." Aclima states.

As Aclima recounts what happened to Sera and Michael, Sera listens intently, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation. Michael, understanding the complexities at play, maintains a calm demeanor, though his concern for Adam is evident.

Raphael, having finished examining Adam's wing, steps forward. "His wing is badly injured, fortunately I can heal it. However, an injury like this will prevent him from flying for at least a month." he announces.

With a collective sigh of relief, the group focuses on Adam's healing who has long since passed out from the pain. As Raphael works his celestial magic, a sense of hope fills the room, overshadowing the earlier tension.

With Adam being taken care of by Raphael, Sera decides to go back for Emily.

-

Emily could only hide in her room over what had just transpired. She was the joy-bringer and yet she caused harm to someone. Someone she loves dearly. There wasn't another option at the time and it was the only way to save Adam from corruption. Yet she caused him so much pain. The screams after his wing had snapped still haunts her mind.

As Emily is lost in her thoughts, a couple of soft knocks comes from her door. The door soon opens and in walks Sera. She enters and sits beside Emily.

"I heard from Aclima." Sera starts in a soft voice. "You broke his wing?"

"... I did." Emily confirms.

Sera smiles.

"I'm proud of you Emily." Sera says.

Emily looks up at Sera and blinks in confusion. Did her mom just say she was proud of her for breaking Adam's wing?

"If I had been in that exact same situation in your place, I would have done the exact same thing." Sera states.

"But mom, I hurt him, badly!" Emily exclaims.

"Yes, its unfortunate that it had to come to that but the alternative would have been worse. He could have flown down and get himself corrupted by sin or maybe even washed away by the flood." Sera says as she holds Emily close. "Be proud Emily. You saved Adam from himself. Stopped him from making a decision he will later regret."

"Than why do I feel so guilty?" Emily ask.

"The council and I share in your guilt Emily. You aren't the only one to be blamed. We all had forgotten to ensure that he was occupied when the flood started. Which resulted in this situation but thanks to you, we avoided the worst outcome." Sera proudly states.

"But Adam -" Emily says before she is cut off by Sera.

"Adam will forgive you. He loves you as much as you love him. With time, he will understand why you did it. What matters is that he is safe, in Heaven, with us." Sera assures.

With Sera assurance, Emily starts to feel less guilty over what happened. Yes, she had hurt Adam but it was for his own good.

TO PROTECT HIM!

He may be hurt now but she'll make him smile once more. She is the joy-bringer after all.

SHE WILL BRING HIM JOY!

Soon everything will become water under the bridge and they will go back to how it used to be.

HUSBAND AND WIFE!

SHE LOVES ADAM!

-

Adam groggily opens his eyes. His left wing hurts like hell and he can barely see straight. It takes him about 15 minutes before things start to clear up for him. As he does so, he looks over to his side and he sees Michael casually sitting on a chair, sipping a beer.

"How long was I out?" Adam says as he slowly sits up.

"Two days." Michael replies.

Adam looks to his left wing and see that it has been set back in place with a splint. He recalls to what has happened and his anger builds up.

"I am here to answer all your questions." Michael states.

"Why? Why were you killing my descendants!?" Adam ask out loud.

Michael explains to him how sin had exponentially increased over the centuries and how that only a handful of humans were left that were still righteous. That the only solution they had was to have Noah build an Ark and to flood the Earth. To cleanse it so that they can start anew.

"So that's it!? My descendants indulge in some sin and you just kill them off like that!?" Adam ask in disbelief.

"It wasn't just some sins Adam! They were murderers, rapist, thieves and so much more!" Michael retorts.

"But you killed them without even giving them a chance to correct their ways! To choose differently!" Adam replies. "If they hadn't changed and died naturally, they would have gone to hell and suffer which is on them but now you're not even giving them a chance! You're condemning them to hell!"

"They wouldn't have changed Adam! They enjoy living a life of depravity and they didn't care who they dragged down with them! It was fortunate that families like Noah are still around!" Michael retorts. "If we had held off on the flood any longer, maybe five or ten years tops, there would be no righteous humans left!"

"You could have told me about this centuries ago! I would have gone down and helped them! Showed them the way!" Adam exclaims.

"And risk losing you? Not a chance." Sera interjects as she comes into the infirmary.

"Sera." Adam calls out with disdain to Sera surprise. It's been a long time since Adam had called her by her name and she HATES it.

She approaches him, her expression soft yet firm.

"I understand your anger, Adam. But you must also understand the gravity of the situation we faced. The corruption on Earth had reached a point of no return. We couldn't risk losing you to that darkness." she explains gently.

"And Emily!? She agreed to this plan!?" Adam ask in disbelief.

Sera sits on the bed with Adam and tries to hug him but Adam wasn't having it and tries to scoot away. Sera, however, was going to show that her love was true and forcefully pulls Adam into her embrace.

"She did but not initially. She fought hard to try and find an alternative but after all was said and done, the flood was the only solution." Sera says as she hold onto him tightly.

"So to stop me, you sent Emily to BREAK MY WING!?" Adam yells, trying to break free of her grasp.

"You were never meant to know about it." Sera states. "None of this was meant to happen."

"Well, it did!" Adam says. "Get away from me SERA!"

Sera only tightens her hug even more.

"Adam, I love you. You may think that what we have done is wrong but I assure you, it was necessary. For the good of humanity and its future as a whole." Sera states. "Did Emily go overboard by breaking your wings? Maybe. But she did it out of love, to protect you. We did not kill your descendants out of malice."

"WE COULD HAVE SAVED THEM!" Adam shouts.

"THEY WERE NO BETTER THAN EVE!" Sera shouts back.

An uncomfortable minute of silence follows after what was said.

"How can you just give up on them? They're in hell now because of what you and the council have done." Adam says solemnly.

"They were going to end up there eventually. We only hasten the process. At least most of the children were spared by becoming winners." Michael states.

"They could have changed!" Adam exclaims.

"What if you let me go to hell? I could start a sort of redemption program or something like it. Help them see the errors of their ways and redeem them." Adam suggest out of desperation.

"Not happening." Sera firmly states. "Setting aside the issue of Lucifer, Lilith and Eve, any sort of repentance would be a futile endeavor. The souls in hell are beyond redemption; their sins have tainted them irreparably. Even if we allowed you to enter hell and attempt to initiate a redemption program, it would more likely lead to your own damnation."

"What you suggest undermines the very fabric of our justice." Michael states.

"But isn't justice about giving people a chance to redeem themselves?" Adam counters.

"Justice is about consequences." Michael retorts. "They had their chance to be righteous in life and whatever afterlife they end up in is what they earned."

"Please, there has to be another way." Adam insists, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I'm sorry Adam but Hell is Forever." Sera states.

Adam hangs his head in defeat, realizing the futility of his plea. The weight of his failure and the knowledge of his children suffering in hell weigh heavily on him. He prays that Eve would at least look out for them.

Sera feels him slump against her, no longer trying to break away from her.

"Adam, we are sorry we kept this from you. We are sorry we lied to you. Just know we did this for the greater good." Sera states.

Adam could only cry in silent anguish as he grapples with the enormity of the situation. Sera holds him close, offering what little comfort she can in the face of such overwhelming despair.

"Please, just leave me alone." Adam ask.

"No son. I promised I would never leave you and despite what you may think, you need me now more than ever." Sera says in a motherly voice.

As much as Adam hates to admit it, she was right. Her embrace right now was the only thing keeping him from completely breaking down. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to momentarily surrender to the warmth of her embrace, seeking solace in her presence despite the turmoil within him.

"I won't leave you, Adam." Sera whispers softly, her voice filled with compassion. "We'll get through this together."

Adam nods weakly, acknowledging her words even as his heart remains heavy with grief and frustration. In that moment, he finds a sliver of comfort in knowing that, despite the secrets that have come to light, he is not alone.

Sera continues to hold him, offering silent support as he grapples with the weight of his emotions. And in that shared moment of vulnerability, a bond between mother and son is reaffirmed.

As the minutes pass, Adam's breathing steadies, his tears gradually subsiding. Though the wounds inflicted upon his soul may take time to heal, he finds a measure of peace in the embrace of his mother, a beacon of love amidst the darkness that surrounds him.

-

A day passes and Adam continues to feel downtrodden, until Aclima and Lute came in to the room. Both girls immediately diving on him for hugs.

"Dad!/Sir!" Both shout in unison.

Adam could only hold on to them tightly. After everything that has happened, at least his girls will never betray him.

After holding them for some minutes, he looks up and outside the door were all the exorcists crowding, trying to see their father.

"Everyone is worried about you." Aclima says.

Adam could only chuckle heartily. It was cute seeing all his girls concerned over him. Standing up, he slowly makes his way outside the infirmary. Once outside, he was greeted with many of them charging at him, unable to contain their need to hug him. Many felt relief and some even cried.

As he continued to hug as many of them as he could, a small shadow was suddenly over them.

"Adam" Emily calls out.

Adam winces when he sees her. The memory of his broken wing still fresh in his mind.

"Emily." He responds coldly.

The exorcists surrounding Adam move aside to let them meet. Many watching her with their hands on their weapon in the event she tries to be violent with their father again.

Emily lands in front of him with her head down.

"I'm sorry Adam. I'm sorry I broke your wing." Emily nearly cries out with tears in her eyes. "Please forgive me."

Adam wants to yell at her. To cuss her out for going to such an extreme length. Because of her, he isn't able to fly for a month!

But as he looks upon her, all he feels is pity and empathy. He remembers how afraid she was for him when she came through the portal. How she wanted to stop him not out of malice but out of love. She is still the Emily he knows and loves that accompanies him annually through Eden.

Slowly, Adam reaches out and lifts Emily's chin, meeting her tear-filled eyes with his own. Despite the lingering pain in his wing, he finds it in himself to offer her a small, understanding smile.

"Emily, I was angry. I still am, to be honest." Adam begins, his voice soft yet firm. "But I understand why you did what you did. You were trying to protect me, and for that, I can't fault you."

Emily's eyes widen in surprise, disbelief evident on her face. She had braced herself for his anger, expecting rejection and condemnation, yet here he was, offering her forgiveness.

Adam pulls her into a gentle embrace, holding her close as a silent reassurance of his forgiveness. In that moment, the weight of guilt that had burdened Emily's heart begins to lift, replaced by a profound sense of relief and gratitude. Emily couldn't help but to breakdown and cry in his arms.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Emily repeats as she cries.

HE IS THE PERFECT HUSBAND!

Chapter 24: Comfort in Chaos

Summary:

Flood aftermath.

Notes:

Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Guess who killed almost all of the humans on Earth!" Lucifer says in a sing song voice.

Lilith and Eve look at Lucifer with a puzzled expression.

"You?" Both ask in unison.

"I'm flattered, but no. It's the angels! A ton of sinners suddenly showed and I asked them what happened. Apparently the angels flooded the Earth!" Lucifer says. He goes to the curtains and opens them, revealing a huge crowd making their way to the city.

"Look at that! Our population is booming!" Lucifer announces with glee. "We've never had this many sinners before!"

"And having more sinners is a good thing?" Eve ask, slumped down on a table.

"It is putting my city to good use! I knew making it grander and brighter would attract more people!" Lucifer states.

"Honey, they didn't CHOOSE to come here." Lilith replies.

"Okay, maybe not ALL of them chose to come here -" Lucifer says.

"NONE of them chose to come here." Lilith cuts him off.

"Well this is just the first step! People are going to talk about my utopia and I just need to make the city even grander! Eventually word will reach Adam and he will come down." Lucifer declares.

"ADAM!?" Eve shoots up in her seat and looks around frantically.

"No, Eve. No Adam." Lilith calms her down.

Eve sighs and slumps back down on the table.

Lilith glares back at Lucifer.

"You know we don't mention the 'A' word around her unless she mentions it first." Lilith reprimands in a whisper.

Lucifer looks down and mumbles out a small apology.

"Regardless, with the population this big, not even Heaven's exorcist could wipe them out in 24 hours!" Lucifer declares. "We finally have a steady population for me to test the city out."

"But what is the point? They're useless. They may as well kill themselves. Or let the exorcists kill them, at least than they won't come back." Eve groans. "How am I suppose to get my Adam when these little bitches can't even uprise properly."

"Come on sweetie, they may be useless now but you know they are key when Adam comes to hell." Lilith reasons as she wraps her arm around Eve.

"I guess." Eve mumbles out.

Does Adam care for descendants so distant? Maybe. She doesn't care so long as it makes Adam stay long enough for her to make him hers again.

-

With a lot of children displaced after dying from the flood, it took some time for the council to properly house them in Heaven. Adam and the exorcists were instrumental in the efforts as Adam served as a calming force for the kids while the exorcists were good for manpower. Within a few days, all the children were settled into their new homes with only one exception. A small toddler girl that refused to let go of Adam.

She reminds Adam so much of Aclima when she was much younger. Clinging to her dad like her life depended on it which at the time was probably fairly accurate.

As Adam holds her gently, he feels a wave of nostalgia and sorrow wash over him. Memories of Aclima flood his mind, her laughter echoing in his ears. But now, here he stands, holding this precious child who has lost everything in the flood.

He looks down at her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. Despite the chaos around them, Adam knows he must be strong for her. With a gentle smile, he whispers soothing words, offering her comfort and reassurance.

"You're safe now, little one." he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're with us, and we'll take care of you."

The toddler grips onto Adam's robe tighter, seeking solace in his presence. And as they stand there, surrounded by the warmth and light of Heaven, Adam silently promises to protect her, just as he would his own daughter. For in her innocent eyes, he sees a reflection of Aclima, a reminder of the love and joy that once filled his life.

"She doesn't have a name." Sera interrupts his thoughts.

"She doesn't?" Adam ask.

"I'm afraid so. Her parents were using her as a trade currency before the flood hit. They never bothered naming her." Sera explains, her voice tinged with sadness. "That is how bad sin has taken over your descendants."

Adam's heart sinks at the revelation. The idea that this precious child was treated as nothing more than a commodity fills him with rage and sorrow. Has his absence really allowed sin to fester till this point? Was the flood a good thing?

Shaking away those thoughts, he focuses his attention back down on this frightened child.

"Aclima, why don't you name her?" Adam ask.

"Me?" Aclima ask confused. Her father is usually the one that likes to name everything.

"Yeah, I named you and all your sisters. Why don't you name this little cutie." Adam says.

Aclima started sweating, she hasn't named anything or anyone since her death and now she was suddenly put on the spot. It was too much pressure to name something and have it stuck for the rest of all time! How does dad do it!?

"Vern- No uhhh ... Ven- No ..." Aclima scratches her head.

"Vagina!" Aclima announces loudly.

Everyone looked at her with an incredulous look, making Aclima blush in embarrassment.

"... Ma'am." Lute pats her back.

"Just shut up Lieutenant." Aclima buries her face in her hands.

"I think I misheard you Aclima, did you say her name is 'Vaggie'?" Adam tries to salvage the situation.

"Yes! That's right! Her name is Vaggie! Just bit my tongue earlier!" Aclima exclaims, trying to brush off her earlier blunder.

"Sure you did Ma'am" Harper says, earning a glare from her General.

Adam raises the little toddler in his arms, looking directly into her eyes, and with a gentle smile, he whispers, "Welcome to your new home, Vaggie." The little girl's eyes widen in surprise, as if she understands the significance of her newly bestowed name. She reaches out a tiny hand, touching Adam's face with a sense of trust that warms his heart.

Despite the challenges and tragedies that have befallen them, there is still hope to be found in the innocence of a child. And in that moment, surrounded by the love and support of his fellow angels, Adam knows that they will do whatever it takes to ensure Vaggie's safety and happiness.

-

Vaggie had been a good distraction for Adam while his wing recovered. Adam spent his time showing the little girl the wonders of Heaven as they walked, introducing her to new food and letting her play in the lush gardens and sparkling streams. Lute, on the other hand, took on the role of protector, ensuring her safety and teaching her the skills she would need to thrive in her new home.

Vaggie favorite activity was visiting the zoo. Aside from the usual animals you would normally find in a zoo, animals that have long been extinct are also present. Dinosaurs being Vaggie's favorite.

"Rawr!" Vaggie shouts out at the dinosaur in its cage. Adam could only laugh before picking her up and lifting her above his head.

"That's right you overgrown chicken! Fear the Vagasaurus!" Adam shouts while Vaggie giggles.

Adam starts running around the zoo with Vaggie above his head as they ran to each exhibit for Vaggie to 'Rawr' at the animals. Vaggie's laughter echoed through the zoo as they dashed from exhibit to exhibit. Adam's joy matched hers, his carefree spirit infectious as they made their way to the next attraction. Lute followed close behind, a watchful eye on the duo, ensuring they didn't get too carried away.

As the duo ran around, Aclima soon flew in and joined by Lute side.

"Looks like those two are getting along well." Lute says.

"You're surprised? You know dad was always great with kids." Aclima replies.

As they watch, Lute couldn't help but ask a questions that has been on her mind for awhile.

"Was Eve a good mother?" Lute ask.

Aclima hesitates to answer but ultimately does.

"When Dad was around, yeah she was. She became the ideal mother who always pampered her husband and kids." Aclima replies with a small smile. "So long as you didn't stick too close to dad."

"When he isn't around though ... it's like she is a whole other person. Sometimes, Dad would be gone for a few days to teach some of the kids about survival out in the wild and mom would just become distant and easily irritable. She did her chores without much talking and rarely smiled." Aclima continues with a frown.

"But when Dad returns, suddenly she was all smiles and a bundle of joy. Though you can't get too close to Dad so soon or else she would start lashing out." Aclima says. "Often, she would try guilt tripping him into staying by her side. Always talking about how lonely she was and how they never spend enough time together."

"Once, when dad just returned from a survival trip, Seth had approached him and asked if he wanted to go on a fishing trip and my mom quickly found some silly errand to send Seth far away." Aclima states.

Lute listens intently, her expression thoughtful as she takes in Aclima's words. The complexity of their family dynamic weighs heavily on her mind, and she can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Eve.

"It must have been difficult for her." Lute muses quietly. "To constantly adjust her demeanor based on Adam's presence."

"You don't know the half of it. Being with her when Dad wasn't around was like walking on eggshells. Almost anything would set her off." Aclima replies. "Though that was probably more against me than anything. Like she has a vendetta against me.

-

Eve was reading a book when she suddenly started sneezing.

"Bless you!" Both Lilith and Lucifer voice out.

"Thanks." Eve replies. "Funny, I haven't sneezed since ... I died."

"Well you know what they say, someone is probably talking about you if you're sneezing with no obvious cause." Lucifer claims.

"Someone is talking about me?" Eve ponders. "ADAM!?"

"Eve, sweetie, it could literally be anyone -" Lilith reasons but Eve is already out the door.

"I just love how free spirited she is!" Lucifer muses.

Lilith sighs before smiling. "Me too dear, me too."

Making her way to the roof, Eve begins to shout towards Heaven once more.

"Yes Adam! I love you always!" Eve shouts. "I knew you can't resist your little rib! My virgin hell body is all yours and I'll wait for you for as long as it takes!"

"I'M YOURS AND YOU'RE MINE! TOGETHER FOREVER! ADAM AND EVE!" Eve shouts. "TOGETHER! FOREVER!"

-

"Please Adam, let me massage your wings!" Emily begs.

"I told you already Emily, you don't have to. My wings are fine now." Adam replies.

"No, they're not! You still aren't flying like you did before and its already been a month!" Emily yells out.

Emily's frustration was palpable as she pleaded with Adam, her concern for his well-being evident in her tone. Adam couldn't help but feel touched by her genuine care and concern for him, but he couldn't bring himself to accept her offer.

"Emily, I appreciate your concern, truly. But I'll be fine. It just takes time for wings to heal properly, like Raphael said." Adam reassured her, his voice gentle yet firm.

"But what if something's wrong? What if you need help?" Emily persisted, her worry refusing to be quelled.

Adam placed a comforting hand on Emily's shoulder, looking into her eyes with a reassuring smile. "I promise you, if I need help, I'll ask for it. Besides, I have Lute by my side."

Emily looks at Adam with conflict in her eyes. She knows he needs help but he won't admit it. A wife can sense these things!

"Well, since you're offering, there is something you could help with." Adam says.

"What is it!? I'll do anything!" Emily perks up, ready to take on any task.

Adam holds Vaggie up to her.

"Can you take care of Vaggie for awhile? I figured you and her could bond a little." Adam ask.

Emily's face lights up with delight at the request. "Of course, Adam! I'd love to spend time with Vaggie." She takes the little girl into her arms, her smile bright and genuine as she gazes down at her.

Vaggie giggles and reaches out to pat Emily's cheek, her tiny fingers brushing against her skin. Emily's heart melts at the sweet gesture, and she can't help but feel a surge of warmth and affection for the little girl in her arms.

"Thank you, Emily. I really appreciate it," Adam says gratefully, giving her a grateful smile before making his way out.

As Emily watches Adam leave, she turns her attention back to Vaggie, a soft smile playing on her lips.

So this is what it feels like to be a mother?

THIS IS AMAZING!

-

Sera can't help but feel annoyed. Adam has been avoiding her ever since the whole flood debacle. He hasn't been giving her as much hugs as he used to and while he stopped calling her by name, he also isn't calling her 'mom'.

This shall not stand.

"You wanted to see me?" Adam came into Sera's room.

"Yes Adam. Have a seat." Sera pats her bed.

"No thanks. Just tell me what is it and I'll -" Adam says.

"SIT. DOWN. ADAM." Sera says sternly.

Adam quickly sits down.

"Now, we're going to talk." Sera stands and heads to the door. "Until whatever feelings you have are resolved."

Sera locks the door.

Adam gulps. "I don't know what you mean."

"Is that so? Well, allow me to start than." Sera sits beside him, her wings starting to surround him.

"I've noticed a significant decrease in the amount of hugs you have been giving me. Not only that, we have not cuddled since the whole debacle with the flood and lastly, you have not called me 'mom'." Sera states.

"I'm sure you're just imagining it." Adam says nervously as he looks to the door.

Sera grabs his chin and forces him to look at her.

"Look at me Adam." Sera demands.

"I ... I think I hear Vaggie crying!" Adam says in a panic.

"No, you don't. Emily is taking care of her right now. Aclima and Lute are away with the exorcists on a training retreat. It's just you and me." Sera states.

Adam tries to look away again but Sera wings close in on him and forces him against her body. His face now forced upwards towards Sera.

"Talk to me Adam. Tell me what is wrong. Do you hate me?" Sera ask.

Adam resigns to his fate. He can't avoid it anymore.

"... I don't hate you." Adam says. "Just ... dislike you is more appropriate."

"Dislike me?" Sera ask.

"Mom, I love you but what you did, hiding the flood from me. It ... hurts." Adam admits.

"I understand, Adam," she says gently. "I know my decision to keep the truth from you was difficult for you to accept. But I did it to protect you. I didn't want you to bear the weight of that burden or feel responsible for what happened."

Adam nods, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I know you were trying to protect me, Mom. But it still feels like a betrayal, like you didn't trust me enough to handle the truth."

"You tried to save them Adam. You risked yourself for people who don't deserve your kindness or love." Sera states.

"I didn't think that their sins warranted genocide! To me, it was like if you were killing Eve for simply eating the forbidden fruit." Adam explains.

How Sera wishes she did kill Eve that day. Than Adam would have stayed in the Garden and all would be well.

"It was because of that action that sin was introduced into the world, you know this Adam." Sera states. "If she had died than, you would have stayed in the Garden, you would have a new wife. A life free of sin and no flood."

"Instead, your endless love and compassion made you choose to follow Eve instead." Sera states.

Adam eyes tries to look away from the guilt he is now feeling.

"But that is what I love about you." Sera says to Adam's surprise.

"You're always willing to see the best in people, to give them a chance at redemption, even when they don't deserve it." Sera continues, her voice softening. "But sometimes, Adam, that kindness can blind you to the harsh realities of the world. And it's my job, as your mother, to protect you from those harsh realities, even if it means making difficult decisions."

"I stopped you from leaving Heaven to go find Eve in hell the first day you came and look what happened when you finally met her. She had attacked Lute." Sera states. "Don't focus on the ones in hell. Focus on the ones you have like Seth, Aclima and your other children. The ones who made it to Heaven."

Adam listens quietly, his thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions. He knows Sera is right, but it's hard to accept that sometimes doing the right thing can still lead to pain and suffering.

"I just thought I could change their fate. Give them that second chance to be in Heaven." Adam says.

"Like how you gave Cain a second chance?" Sera says.

"Cain ..." Adam remembers that day clearly. He didn't even look back at his son. He just walked away. How could he think about helping his descendants when he turned his back on his first son?

He was nothing but a hypocrite.

"I'm sorry Adam but I hope you understand. I did everything for you and Heaven's benefit." Sera states.

Adam couldn't hold back his tears anymore. Instead of trying to escape Sera, he leans into her embrace instead.

Sera smiles, finally he realizes that she loves him and is looking out for his well being.

Sera lays him down in bed with her and holds him close.

As Adam lays in Sera's comforting embrace, he feels a sense of relief wash over him. Despite the pain and confusion he's been grappling with, there's solace in knowing that his mother is there for him, ready to offer guidance and support.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Adam whispers, his voice choked with emotion.

Sera gently strokes his hair, her touch soothing and reassuring. "No need to be sorry, Adam. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

YOU WILL BE SAFE, IN HEAVEN!

As Adam drifts off to sleep, his mind finally at ease, Sera watches over him with a tender smile, her love for her son shining bright in her eyes.

Notes:

I think next chapter will be adventure!

Chapter 25: Desperate Demands

Summary:

The trio from hell tries to negotiate.

Vaggie chooses her mother.

Notes:

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Over 1000 kudos and 19000+ hits!

I hope you guys still enjoy my story! Hopefully the quality doesn't drop as I time goes on.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2329 B.C.

A week after the latest extermination, with beer in hand, Michael awaits the trio from hell in the embassy.

Oh how he loves meeting them after every extermination. Not as much as beer but still, its a pretty good time. It's not everyday you get to put down the Sin of Pride.

Soon, the doors open and in walks Lucifer, Lilith and Eve. All three sits down across from Michael.

"Welcome brother, his wife and concubine! Shall we begin -" Michael says.

"Where is Adam!?" Eve demands.

"We go through this every year Eve and my answer will always be the same. You can't see Adam!" Michael says with a smug smile.

"You can't do this to me! How can you keep apart a loving husband and wife. Have you no heart!?" Eve exclaims.

"Ex-husband." Michael states.

"HE IS NOT FUCKING SINGLE!" Eve shouts as she slams her fist on the table, leaving a small dent.

"Despite what you may think, he is single and from what I can tell, there are MANY women after him." Michael teases. "In fact, Aclima has been sticking quite close to him."

"ACLIMA!" Eve was about to lose it but Lilith quickly holds her.

Michael could only chuckle at the hilarious scene before him. He loves triggering Eve. He look to Lucifer and sees he is still maintaining his professionalism, or trying to at least.

Lucifer coughs before addressing Michael. "Continuing on with the meeting, here are the numbers of citizens that we have lost from the extermination." Lucifer hands him a document and Michael quickly skims through it.

"Looks good, it tallies with what our exorcists have reported. It's unfortunate we were only able to wipe out a sixth of the population but seeing as how no new sinners will be coming anytime soon, this won't be an issue." Michael says. "If that is all -"

"We want some concessions." Lilith demands.

"Yes, like my wife said, we believe after being under heel for so long and having to look after theses sinners, we deserve some concessions." Lucifer reiterates.

Michael smirks. "Alright, I'll humor you. What concessions do you believe you deserve?"

Immediately, the trio sits up straight in their chairs now that Michael could potentially give them what they want.

"WE WANT ADAM!" The trio demand.

"Denied. Next!" Michael states.

"GIVE ME MY ADAM YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Eve shouts.

"Nope!" Michael replies with a smug smile and put his feet up on the table.

"How about something belonging to Adam!? Hair, feather, clothes, I'll even take his sweat or used bath water!" Lucifer says. He wants to create an Adam duck so badly! AND DRINK HIS BATH WATER!

"First of all, disgusting. Second, denied. Third, next!" Michael states.

Oh, how he LOVES seeing his brother be so desperate. He sips his beer and pretends he is enjoying their tears of anguish. So delicious.

"I want Adam to visit one of my concerts." Lilith proposes. She just needs Adam to come to one of her concerts and she is sure she can snag him. They used to perform duets back in Eden and their voices harmonized so beautifully. No one could match her singing like Adam did. Surely after hearing her sing, he will miss the old days and will want her.

BOTH MIND AND BODY!

Michael raises an eyebrow, considering Lilith's proposition. "Least unhinged request so far but, DENIED!"

Lilith huffs in frustration, crossing her arms. "Why not? It's a simple request."

"Because Adam is not your puppet to manipulate." Michael retorts, taking another sip of his beer.

Lucifer leans forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on, Michael. Don't be such a killjoy. It's just a concert."

Michael shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "No means no, Lucifer. Find another way to entertain yourselves."

The trio exchange glances, clearly disappointed by Michael's refusal. Eve grumbles under her breath while Lilith drums her fingers impatiently on the table.

"Fine." Lucifer finally concedes, straightening up in his chair.

"Do you three have ANY request that doesn't involve Adam?" Michael ask.

"I do." Eve states calmly.

"Surprising, coming from you, but okay. What do you want?" Michael ask.

"I want Aclima dead." Eve says.

"She is already dead." Michael replies with a smirk.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" Eve shouts. "I WANT HER SUPER DEAD!"

"Well to that I say." Michael takes a deep breath. "SUPER DENIED!"

"Why!? Too weak to kill a homewrecking bitch!?" Eve shouts.

"Of course not! Question is, why would I!?" Michael retorts.

"So Adam will kill himself!" Eve states.

...

"Okay, you're going to have to explain this one to me." Michael says. "I kill Aclima and somehow Adam will kill himself?"

Eve smiles proudly, ready to explain to Michael her foolproof plan.

"It's simple Michael. You kill Aclima, Adam becomes sad and remembers who he created Aclima with. He remembers me and wants back that love and attention that has always comforted him during his troubled times on Earth. He kills himself to be with me in hell." Eve says proudly.

A minute of uncomfortable silence follows after Eve explains her 'brilliant' plan.

"So Adam leaving Heaven of his own accord and coming down to hell isn't possible? He must kill himself?" Michael ask in disbelief.

"If he could that would be great but I'm sure that BITCH Sera won't let him." Eve spits out.

"True ... but wouldn't it make more sense for me to just kill Adam instead of Aclima?" Michael ask.

"Sure, both plans results in Adam's death. Just that my plan has Aclima dead which is a plus." Eve replies.

"I see." Michael says. "DENIED!"

"FUCK YOU!" Eve shouts.

The trio contemplate their options.

Lucifer wonders if he can take Michael as a hostage and using him as a bargaining chip, trade Michael for Adam. Setting aside the power difference between them and assuming he succeeds, would Heaven accept? Maybe. Heaven can't function without Michael, at least in the short term but they can definitely live without Adam. Could he truly pull off such a daring move? The risk is high, but the reward—Adam, his precious—is worth it.

Lilith wonders if she could sway Michael with an offer he couldn't refuse. Perhaps she could promise him something that even Heaven couldn't provide. She ponders what could entice him enough to make him reconsider his stance on Adam. Her body perhaps? It worked on Lucifer so surely it could work on his brother. Right?

Eve just stares angrily at Michael. Her resentment for the angels made clear. How she wishes she could strong arm Michael into opening a portal to Heaven so she could drag Adam down to hell with her.

As the trio silently mull over their options, Michael leans back in his chair, enjoying the chaos he's caused. He takes another sip of his beer, waiting to see what they'll come up with next. Deep down, he knows that no matter what they propose, he holds all the cards.

"When did you start drinking?" Lucifer ask. "I don't remember when but I always see you with a beer at every meeting."

"Speaking of beer," Michael says. "How about I give you three each a beer. They're Adam creations and -"

"DEAL!" Lucifer shouts.

Both Eve and Lilith look at Lucifer with a look of incredulity while Michael just stares at him dumbfounded.

"What the hell honey!?" Lilith says in a loud whisper.

"I'm caving okay! I think this is the best deal we're going to get!" Lucifer replies.

"Are you serious!? Michael was going to give us Adam if we held on long enough!" Eve states.

It was now Lucifer and Lilith's turn to look at Eve with amusement. Were they participating in the same meeting?

"Look, just take the beers." Michael snaps his finger and three Adam brand beers from Michael stash appear in front of them.

The trio takes a sip of the beer and find themselves pleasantly surprised. The taste is unlike anything they've experienced before. It's rich and complex, with layers of flavor dancing on their tongues. There's a hint of bitterness that gives way to a smooth, malty sweetness, reminiscent of caramelized sugar and toasted grains.

As they savor the beer, they can't help but be reminded of Adam's ingenuity and creativity. It's evident that he poured his heart and soul into crafting this brew, and they find themselves appreciating his skills in a way they never have before.

"Wow!" Lucifer says, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "This is ... unexpectedly delightful!"

Eve nods in agreement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Indeed. It's ... quite impressive."

Lilith takes another sip, savoring the taste lingering on her palate. "I must admit, Adam has outdone himself with this creation."

Michael watches with amusement as the trio's expressions soften, their initial frustration momentarily forgotten as they immerse themselves in the experience of the beer.

"See?" Michael says with a smirk. "Sometimes, it pays to appreciate the little things Adam has to offer."

The trio looked at each other before nodding and looking at Michael with renewed determination.

"We're taking you hostage Michael!" Lucifer shouts.

"What?" Michael ask, confused.

"WE MUST HAVE ADAM!" The trio shouts as they jump at Michael. The beer having fueled their passion for Adam.

"Guess that's my cue to leave." Michael quickly opens a portal below and falls through, escaping the kidnapping attempt of the trio.

The three crash into the chair where Michael had been sitting seconds ago.

"DAMN IT!" Lucifer exclaims.

Back in Heaven, Michael appears back in the council chambers, narrowly escaping being kidnapped. He is confident he would have won that battle but still, it would have turned ugly.

"Michael." Sera calls out. "I assume the meeting went well?"

"The usual. The reported numbers of the extermination and demand for Adam which I promptly rejected." Michael reports.

"Excellent work once again Michael." Sera smiles with delight.

"By the way, I believe we should start using holographic projection instead of a face to face meeting moving forward." Michael states. "Lucifer seems to be growing more unhinged."

"Very well, I'll take your suggestion into consideration." Sera replies.

With that meeting out of the way, Michael needs to find Adam.

Like hell he'll ever hand Adam over to those three.

HE NEEDS HIS BEER!

-

"Emily!" Aclima shouts. "Open up! Its my turn to have Vaggie!"

Emily opens the door with Vaggie cradled in her arms.

"No need Aclima, I'll take care of Vaggie." Emily offers.

"Not a chance. Vaggie is mine today." Aclima insists, reaching out to take the baby from Emily's arms.

Emily hesitates, not wanting to relinquish the infant to Aclima's care. "But you had her two days ago. It's only fair that I get to spend some time with her too."

Aclima's expression hardens, her grip tightening on Vaggie. "You had her yesterday! I said she's mine today. Don't make me take her by force."

"Let go Aclima! Vaggie wants to spend time with me, her mother!" Emily exclaims.

"Mother!? You!? If anything, I'm her mother! I named her!" Aclima retorts.

"More like Adam named her after that horrendous named you tried to give her!" Emily retorts.

"He took inspiration from the name I gave so it still counts!" Aclima says.

Seeing the two fight upsets Vaggie greatly that she starts to cry. Hearing this, Adam and Lute soon appear.

"Is something wrong?" Adam ask worriedly.

At the sound of his voice, Vaggie looks up at Adam and immediately reaches out towards him, wanting to be held by the First Man.

"Awww, come here Vaggie." Adam reaches and takes Vaggie from Emily.

"Daddy!" Vaggie exclaims as she holds onto Adam tightly.

Adam holds Vaggie close, soothing her cries with gentle whispers and soft strokes of her hair. Emily and Aclima both look on, their argument momentarily forgotten as they watch the tender scene unfold before them.

"So what was your argument about earlier?" Adam ask as he cradles Vaggie.

"Dad, who is Vaggie's mother?" Aclima ask. "It's me right, I named her after all."

"Nonsense! It should be me. I know the best ways to bring Vaggie joy!" Emily says.

Lute feels like she has been left out and decides to interject. "Surely its me. I'm the one teaching her how to survive. Just last week I taught her how to hold a spear!"

All turned to look at Lute with a dumbfounded look.

"Look, lets just ask Vaggie who she thinks is her mother." Adam brings Vaggie up to his shoulder.

"Okay Vaggie, point to mommy." Adam encourages.

Vaggie looks between the three women and pauses for a minute before making her decision. All three look at Vaggie with anticipation.

"No mommy. ONLY DADDY!" Vaggie announces and hugs Adam's head.

"Awww, daddy loves you too Vaggie!" Adam blows into her stomach which makes her giggle in delight.

As Adam walks off with Vaggie to go play, the trio of women looked at each other in disbelief.

The trio of women exchange glances, their confusion evident on their faces. It seems Vaggie's declaration has left them all speechless, each grappling with their own mix of emotions.

Aclima's brow furrows as she tries to make sense of Vaggie's choice. She had been so certain that she was the one who held the strongest bond with the child, given her role in naming her and spending time with her. But now, faced with Vaggie's unequivocal declaration of "only Daddy," she can't help but feel a pang of disappointment and perhaps even a twinge of jealousy. She was starting to understand how her mother feels now.

SHE SHOULD BE DAD'S NUMBER ONE! NOT VAGGIE!

Emily, on the other hand, feels a mixture of relief and concern. While she's relieved that Vaggie seems to have a strong bond with Adam, her heart aches at the thought that Vaggie might not see her as her mother. She wonders if she's been neglecting her motherly duties or if she's somehow failed to connect with Vaggie on a deeper level. Despite her concerns, she resolves to do whatever it takes to strengthen her relationship with her and ensure that she knows she's loved and cherished.

SHE IS ADAM'S WIFE AFTER ALL!

As for Lute, she's left feeling a bit out of place and uncertain of her role in Vaggie's life. She had hoped that her efforts to teach Vaggie survival skills would earn her some recognition as a maternal figure, but Vaggie's declaration only serves to highlight her lack of a traditional motherly bond with the child. While she's proud of Vaggie's independence and strength, she can't help but feel a pang of disappointment that she wasn't chosen as "mommy." Nonetheless, she resolves to continue supporting Vaggie in any way she can, even if it means being more of a mentor than a mother figure.

SO LONG AS SHE DOESN'T TAKE HER PLACE BY ADAM'S SIDE!

The trio soon take off after them and joins them on their adventure.

Notes:

Yeah, I know, I said adventure chapter but I wanted to write this instead so the adventure will come later.

Chapter 26: A Day on the Waves

Summary:

A nice father-son moment.

Notes:

Just like a lot of you, I also think Adam needs a nice break every once in a while.

I just hope you don't find this chapter boring. Not much drama going on.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2320 B.C.

"Are you sure you don't need me Sir?" Lute ask.

"I'll be fine Lute. Just going to spend the afternoon with Vaggie. Ain't that right Vagasaurus!?" Adam calls out.

Vaggie climbs up Adam's back and rest her head on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his neck. "That's right Dad!"

"The two of you will just be home? You won't go anywhere?" Sera ask.

"That's right mom. Just me and Vags." Adam replies.

Sera eyes Adam suspiciously, without Lute around to keep him in check, she worries he may run off to who knows where.

"Very well. We'll see you tonight." Sera says, ultimately relenting. "Come along Emily."

With that, Sera and Emily turns to leave for their council meeting.

"Sir, I don't have to go. Aclima doesn't need me at the training grounds." Lute insists. "I can stay with you."

"Now Lute, Harper and a few others have been telling me that since you're always with me, they don't get the chance to challenge you. Keep this up and I might think you're a coward." Adam says with a smirk.

Lute is taken aback. Adam thinking her a coward! All because those bitches think they are worthy to take her position! She can't have that! Her dignity is on the line!

"Don't worry Sir, I'll be back after I put them in their place!" Lute says aggressively.

"Yeah! Prove them wrong Lute!" Adam encourages.

"Yes Sir!" Lute salutes and bolts out the door. Taking to the air, she immediately makes her way to the training grounds.

Adam and Vaggie stare out the window until they can no longer see her.

"Are we really staying at home Dad?" Vaggie ask.

"Nope. You and I are going on a fishing trip!" Adam announces.

"A fishing trip? You mean the aquarium?" Vaggie ask, never having gone fishing before.

"No Vaggie. We're not going to just look at them, we're going to touch them!" Adam says.

Vaggie eyes light up, she had never touched a live fish before and within seconds, she was jumping for joy.

"Can we go now!?" Vaggie ask excitedly.

"Not yet. There is still one more person we need to get." Adam says with a smirk.

-

The sun is shining bright but it isn't warm. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers in perpetual bloom, their petals soft as silk beneath gentle fingertips. Rivers of crystal-clear water flow gracefully, their gentle murmurs a soothing lullaby to the soul. Majestic mountains rise like ancient guardians, their peaks crowned with snow that glistens in the eternal sunlight.

Heaven truly is perfect.

"HEY SETH!" Adam shouts.

"Ahhh!" Seth screams and falls backward.

"Seth my boy! How are you?" Adam ask. "Man, I knew you love nature but enough to not visit Aclima and I in the city?"

"Dad!" Seth exclaims. It's been a long time since he had to experience his Dad's enthusiastic attitude. He does miss his Dad and his infectious energy. Seth quickly brushes himself off and grins at his father.

"Dad, it's great to see you too! I've just been enjoying the tranquility out here. The city can be a bit overwhelming sometimes." Seth admits, looking around at the serene landscape surrounding them.

"Hi Seth!" Vaggie calls out while on Adam's back.

"Who?" Seth ask as he looks at Vaggie.

"Oh right, this is the first time you're seeing her." Adam plucks Vaggie off of him despite her protest and places her down in front of Seth.

"Seth, this is Vaggie, your new sister!" Adam says with excitement.

"New sister?" Seth ask as he stands up. "Did mom come up to Heaven? Surprised she is still popping out babies."

"No, your mom is still ... down there." Adam corrects him.

"Than Vaggie?" Seth ask.

"Yeah, I know, the name is a little odd but Aclima named her." Adam says.

"You married Aclima!?" Seth exclaims. Did Aclima finally make her dream come true!?

"What!? No!" Adam replies. "Vaggie here is adopted."

"Oh." Seth says. "You should have started with that."

Seth kneels down till he is eye level with Vaggie and hold out his hand.

"Hi Vaggie. I'm Seth. I guess you're my new sister." Seth says.

Instead of taking his hand, Vaggie dashes forward and surprises Seth by hugging him. Although he was caught off guard, he soon wrapped his arms around Vaggie and returned the hug. After a minute, he releases the hug and Vaggie scrambles back to Adam and climbs up his body to rest back on his shoulder.

"She is a cute kid." Seth remarks. "So what brings you by? I doubt you came here just to introduce Vaggie to me."

"True. You busy Seth?" Adam ask.

"No, nothing at the moment. Why?" Seth replies.

"Great! Remember to land with your knees." Adam snaps his fingers.

"What? My knees -" Seth suddenly falls through a portal that appears at his feet.

Seth quickly unfurls his wings and orients himself. Soon he finds himself landing on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Adam coming down to land beside him and taking Vaggie off his shoulder.

"What the hell Dad!?" Seth exclaims.

"Come on Seth! It's time for some father-son bonding!" Adam says with glee.

Seth glances around, taking in the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out before them. The rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the sides of the boat fills the air.

"Dad, what's going on?" Seth asks, still trying to process the sudden change in scenery. "Where are we?"

"I know we've been in Heaven for a long time but I'm pretty sure you can still recognize the Earth." Adam replies.

"Earth!? We can't be here! What if people see us!?" Seth cautions.

"Look around you Seth, we're in the middle of the ocean." Adam says. "Don't worry, I picked this spot because its the furthest point from land. There is nothing but ocean for miles."

Adam grins mischievously, gesturing towards the fishing gear neatly arranged on the deck of the boat.

"We're here for a fishing trip, son!" he declares. "Just you, me, and Vaggie, enjoying some quality time together."

Seth's initial apprehension begins to melt away as he takes in the serene surroundings. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the tranquil waters. He can't help but be swept up in his father's infectious enthusiasm.

"Okay, I guess a fishing trip does sound fun." Seth admits, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"That's the spirit!" Adam exclaims, clapping Seth on the back. "Now, let's see who can catch the biggest fish!"

"Come Vaggie, I'll teach you how to fish!" Adam turns to Vaggie but finds her staring out at the ocean.

"Is something wrong?" Seth ask.

Vaggie's gaze is fixed on the endless expanse of water, her expression distant and thoughtful. Seth and Adam exchange a concerned glance before Adam kneels down beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Vagasaurus, what's on your mind?" Adam asks softly.

Vaggie turns to look at him, her eyes wide and shimmering with unspoken emotions. For a moment, she seems unsure of how to voice her thoughts, but then she takes a deep breath and speaks in a quiet voice.

"I ... I was just thinking about the water," she murmurs. "It's so big, so... powerful. It makes me feel ... small. Just like before."

Adam pulls her in and hugs her close.

"It's okay Vaggie. The ocean won't hurt you anymore. Your dad's got you, and so does Seth." Adam reassures her, giving her a comforting squeeze. "We're all here together, and nothing's going to harm you."

Seth nods in agreement, offering a reassuring smile. "That's right, Vaggie. We won't let anything happen to you."

Vaggie leans into the embrace, finding solace in their words. The memory of the flood still haunts her and the drowning made her shaken but when Adam held her after everything that happened, she felt a sense of safety she hadn't experienced in a long time.

The warmth of his arms wrapped around her, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest, it was as if she found a sanctuary amidst the chaos. Vaggie closed her eyes, allowing herself to be engulfed by the moment, pushing away the lingering fear and embracing the comfort that Adam provided.

She felt safe.

"Do you want to go home Vaggie? We don't have to fish today." Adam ask.

Vaggie shakes her head, wiping away the tears in her eyes.

"Let's go fishing!" Vaggie smiles.

"Great! Now, the first thing you'll need is a fishing rod." Adam explains, selecting a sturdy rod from the pile and handing it to Vaggie. "Hold it like this," he demonstrates, positioning her hands on the rod. "And when you feel a bite, give it a good tug like this."

Vaggie watches intently, mimicking Adam's movements with determination. With a flick of her wrist, she casts her line into the water, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"Now we wait," Adam says, settling in beside her. "Fishing requires patience, Vaggie. Sometimes it takes a while for the fish to bite."

Together, the three of them cast their lines into the shimmering waters, the gentle rhythm of the waves lulling them into a sense of peace and contentment. As they wait patiently for a bite, Seth can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment of togetherness with his father and his new sister. In the midst of Heaven's perfection, it's these simple, ordinary moments that he treasures the most.

Scooting closer to his father, Seth decides to ask him about Vaggie.

"So what is the story with Vaggie?" Seth ask in a low whisper.

"There was a flood." Adam recounts the story to Seth.

-

Lute was excited to go back to the mansion and inform Adam of her triumphant victory over her sisters. She had taken on Harper and four others in rapid succession. All challenging for her position and she overcame the odds.

Excited to tell of her tale, she reaches the mansion in record time and slams open the door.

"Sir!" Lute calls out. "Sir, I have an exciting story to tell you!"

Lute looks around the mansion but is surprised to find no one.

"Sir!?" Lute calls out. "Vaggie!?"

Perhaps Sera and Emily had came back earlier and the four of them had left and gone somewhere. Yes, that seems to be the most logical conclusion.

But just as Lute was about to calm down, she hears a cheery voice coming from the entrance.

"Adam! Vaggie! We're home!" Emily calls out. Evidently she and Sera had just returned home early.

Lute races out and confirms her suspicions. Adam and Vaggie were not with them.

"Lute? I was not expecting to see you here." Sera says. She notices that Lute has a distressed look.

"I think Adam and Vaggie left." Lute says.

-

"And that's when Aclima tried to name her 'Vagina'!" Adam tells Seth. "I intervened and renamed her to Vaggie."

Seth could only burst out in laughter at the absurdity of the story. From the angels nearly wiping out humanity to Aclima almost giving Vaggie a vulgar name.

"You're taking the news rather well." Adam says. "Certainly better than me at least."

"I mean, those people wanted to use Vaggie as currency. It's hard to feel bad when there are people like that. I certainly didn't teach them to do that." Seth says.

Adam nods with a sad smile. "I guess you're right."

Seth pats his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself dad, you've done a great job protecting Vaggie and giving her a better life. She's lucky to have you as her dad."

Just then, a tug on Vaggie's fishing line interrupts their conversation, and her eyes widen with excitement.

"Dad! I got one!" she exclaims, her voice filled with delight.

Adam grins, his heart swelling with pride. "That's my girl! Reel it in, Vaggie!"

With Adam's help, Vaggie begins to reel in her catch, her small hands gripping the rod with determination. Inch by inch, the fish emerges from the depths below, its scales glistening in the sunlight.

"Wow, Vaggie, that's a big one!" Seth exclaims, marveling at the size of the fish.

With one final tug, Vaggie hoists the fish onto the deck of the boat, a triumphant grin on her face. Adam and Seth cheer, clapping her on the back in celebration.

"Well done, Vaggie!" Adam exclaims, his heart swelling with pride. "You caught your first fish!"

Vaggie's eyes sparkle with joy as she looks down at her prize, a sense of accomplishment filling her chest. The pain of her past fading into obscurity.

With her first catch secured, Vaggie's confidence soars, and she eagerly dives back into the fishing, casting her line with newfound skill and determination. Each tug on her line fills her with exhilaration, and she revels in the thrill of the chase.

As the afternoon wears on and the sun begins to dip below the horizon, the trio finds themselves surrounded by a bounty of fish.

"We're going to have a feast tonight!" Adam declares proudly.

Notes:

You guys wanted Seth, well, there you go.

Chapter 27: Fishing for Answers

Summary:

Ever wonder why Michael needs alcohol?

Notes:

Glad my work still seems to be a hit with you all.

Thanks for the love!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

With their fishing haul packed away nicely, the three of them were ready to head back to Heaven. After Adam opens a portal, Seth's halo immediately lights up, indicating he was getting a call. Tapping his halo, Seth answers the call to a loud and frantic Aclima.

"Seth, have you seen dad!?" Aclima shouts.

"Dad?" He looks to Adam who now has a look of guilt over him.

"Yeah! He and our little sister is missing!" Aclima loudly clarifies.

"Missing?" Seth ponders what he should say. But Adam makes a cross sign motion with his hands, telling him to deny.

"No, I haven't seen Dad." Seth replies. Adam gives him a thumbs up.

"Call me if you do!" Aclima hangs up.

...

"Something you forgot to tell me Dad?" Seth ask.

"Right ... so I may have left out the part where I told no one else about this fishing trip." Adam says sheepishly.

"And now Aclima is going to kill you." Seth states. "No wonder you took off your halo"

"If it's just Aclima, I would be considered quite fortunate." Adam replies. "If Aclima knows, it means everyone knows. Which means your grandma is going to double kill me."

"Why is everyone so worried anyway? You're the oldest human!" Seth ask.

"Your grandma and some others thinks I'm the type to wander off without supervision." Adam states.

"... Like now?" Seth ask.

"Yeah ... like now." Adam confirms. "But this isn't so bad! It's just an innocent fishing trip! This wasn't as bad as the time I ended up in hell!"

"You were in hell!?" Seth as in disbelief.

"Yeah, funny story. I'll tell you some other time if I live to see another day." Adam says. "How about it Vaggie, want to live on Earth with your old man and travel the world? You can be my mini Aclima!"

"I'll go ANYWHERE with you Dad!" Vaggie shouts gleefully.

"That's my girl!" Adam rubs her head to Vaggie delight.

"You can't run from your problems Dad!" Seth yells.

"Come on Seth, heck, you can join us too! I travelled the world with Aclima so now its your turn." Adam proposes.

"Forget it Dad. We all need to go back to Heaven and you need to face the music." Seth replies.

Adam sighs before rubbing his head, thinking hard. "No no. It's fine. I have a contingency plan for this. I had hoped I wouldn't have to use it but it looks like I don't have a choice."

He snaps his fingers and the portal destination changes.

-

"Dad! Vaggie!" Harper yells out as she and her sisters scour the city for their father and missing sister.

The order from Aclima had came suddenly. While they were all going about their day, Aclima had suddenly contacted everyone through their halo and informed them of their missing father and little sister. Without a moment of hesitation, all of the exorcists scrambled all over the Heaven in search for their father and sister. Their search efforts were marked by a sense of urgency and determination, as they combed through every nook and cranny of Heaven, leaving no stone unturned.

Harper, alongside her sisters, coordinated their efforts, dividing Heaven into sectors to cover more ground efficiently. They checked every possible location where their father and sister could be, from bustling marketplaces to quiet alleyways, from parks to the outskirts. Each step was taken with purpose, fueled by the deep concern for their loved ones' safety.

As they continued their relentless pursuit, Heaven echoed with their calls, their voices filled with both determination and desperation. They knew that time was of the essence, and failure was not an option. So they pressed on, fueled by love and the unwavering belief that they would reunite with their father and sister.

Lute was more violent in her search. She knew everywhere that Adam liked to go since she accompanies him. Together with Aclima, they went about slamming open shop doors, demanding answers from startled shopkeepers, their eyes ablaze with worry and frustration. For Lute, the thought of her charge being in danger was enough to shatter her calm façade.

For Aclima, losing her father once was already heart wrenching enough. Watching him die on his death bed was the worst feeling imaginable. To lose him a second time, especially without knowing his whereabouts or if he was safe, was a nightmare she couldn't bear. Every passing moment without any sign of them intensified her worry and fueled her determination to find them.

-

Back in Sera's office, using her full angelic form with her many eyes, Sera searches through hell on her monitor, scrutinizing every inch of its red landscape. In the event that Adam had somehow ended up in hell again, she was prepared to intervene once more and take him away from that horrid place.

But there were no signs of his obvious golden wings anywhere in hell. She had thought that perhaps Eve had captured him and is now doing unspeakable things to him but she pushed that thought aside. MAYBE SHE CAN'T SPOT HIS WINGS BECAUSE EVE CUT THEM OFF!

Adam should fear Eve, hate what she has become after that fiasco with Lute. He wouldn't want to interact with her. Right?

HE WOULDN'T LEAVE HEAVEN FOR HER!

RIGHT!?

As Sera continues to search through hell, Emily is doing the same but with a monitor on Earth.

Emily had thought that perhaps Adam had went to visit Noah and his children. To give them advice and guide them. Yet, when she focused the monitor on them, she found neither Adam nor Vaggie there. She couldn't help but feel a pang of worry gnawing at her heart. Where could they be? What could have happened?

In her mind, Emily replayed the events of the past few days, trying to find any clue that might lead her to their whereabouts. But everything seemed normal, at least on the surface. Adam had been his usual self, spending time with Vaggie, sharing stories, and imparting wisdom. Vaggie had been her bubbly self, always eager to explore and learn more about the world around her.

DID ADAM ELOPE WITH VAGGIE!?

...

No, not possible. Vaggie is much too young and Adam has herself as his future wife. He is just being shy after all.

...

DID ADAM ELOPE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND TAKE VAGGIE WITH THEM!?

How could this be!? Was it because she wasn't bringing them enough joy!? Sure, she was paying more attention to Vaggie recently but she didn't think it would lead to Adam leaving her!

Who!? Who would take Adam away from her!?

Was it Jophiel!? She is the angel of love but ironically could never find love herself. DOES SHE LOVE ADAM!?

Emily's mind raced with a torrent of panicked thoughts as she considered every possibility, each one more distressing than the last. The idea of Adam eloping with another woman and taking Vaggie with them seemed unfathomable, yet the fear gripped her heart with an icy certainty.

She glanced at the monitor again, hoping to find some clue, some trace of where they might have gone. But the screen remained stubbornly empty of any sign of Adam or Vaggie. The silence in the room felt suffocating, amplifying her anxiety to unbearable levels.

She needs to find him! Apologize! Promise to give him more joy! Take him back! BY FORCE IF NECESSARY!

As they continue their search, Aclima and Lute burst into Sera's office.

"We searched everywhere but no one has found them!" Aclima reports.

"Let us search Hell! Perhaps they're with that bitch Eve!" Lute exclaims

Everyone's turmoil were interrupted when a call comes through on Sera's halo.

"Hello? ... What? ... Adam is with you!" Sera exclaims.

-

Michael was startled when a portal appeared out of nowhere and Adam saunters through with a large bag over his shoulder.

"Miguel!" Adam calls out in a friendly voice as he exits the portal. Followed closely by Seth and Vaggie.

"Don't you Miguel or Mikey or whatever else you want to call me! Where the hell were you!?" Michael ask. "Sera has everyone searching for you!"

"Yeah, so, funny story. Wanted to do some father-son bonding with my boy Seth here." Adam pats Seth back. "Along with his sister, Vaggie."

"How does spending time with your family cause Heaven to be in such an uproar!?" Michael ask out loud.

"So, I went on a fishing trip." Adam starts. "Without telling anyone ..."

"A fishing trip? I doubt that is enough for Sera to call upon everyone to search for you." Michael states. "Even if you told no one."

"About that ... our fishing trip didn't take place in Heaven." Adam says sheepishly.

"Not in Heaven!?" Michael shouts. If it wasn't in Heaven that means ... "Adam, you were on Earth!?"

"I didn't think anyone would notice! Just a couple of hours gone and back. No interruptions, no harm done." Adam states.

"Well, newsflash! EVERYONE NOTICED!" Michael shouts. "I got to call Sera and tell her you're here."

"WAIT! Before you do, give me a couple of hours, I can probably smooth things over when they come." Adam begs.

"Couple hours!? Sera is close to tearing her hair off, Emily is a shaking mess and all your daughters are tearing Heaven apart to find you!" Michael exclaims. "Why should I give you those couple hours!?"

"I'll give you a barrel of beer." Adam offers with a smile.

"Done." Michael immediately accepts. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to smooth things over with some nice seafood." Adam says. "Seth, I'm going to need you to start descaling and gutting the fishes."

"Fine." Seth takes the bag of fish from Adam and heads off to start working.

"Vaggie." Adam calls to get her attention. "We need to cook."

-

As Adam and Vaggie began their cooking preparations, Seth meticulously worked on cleaning and preparing the fish. Meanwhile, Michael watched with a mixture of exasperation and curiosity.

"So, you're going to cook up some fish and think that's going to make everything alright?" Michael asked skeptically.

"Well, it's a start." Adam shrugged, deftly handling the kitchen utensils with practiced ease. "Nothing like a good meal to bring people together, right?"

Michael sighed, realizing that Adam's unconventional approach might actually work, albeit temporarily. He catches himself drooling at the thought of Adam's cooking.

"Fine, but you owe me more than just a barrel of beer for this." Michael says. "I want the biggest, fattest fish!"

"Deal." Adam replied with a grin. "Now, why don't you help Seth with those fish? The more hands, the merrier."

Michael rolled his eyes but begrudgingly joined Seth in the fish preparation, albeit with less finesse than the younger angel.

Meanwhile, Vaggie eagerly assisted her father, fetching ingredients and utensils with enthusiasm. Despite the chaos that ensued from Adam's impromptu fishing trip, Vaggie's presence brought a sense of warmth and joy to the kitchen.

As the aroma of cooking fish filled the air, tensions began to ease slightly. The simple act of working together in the kitchen served as a reminder of the bond they shared as a family, despite the misunderstandings and worry that had transpired.

"What is your dish called?" Michael asked.

"Fish and Chips." Adam replies. "And don't worry, I'll let you have the first taste for being such a good friend to cover for me."

"One of these days, your food is going to taste terrible and I'll reveal everything to Sera." Michael quips.

"Than I'll have to pull out my secret new alcohol that I've been working on." Adam says with a smirk.

"Don't do this Adam. Don't tempt me!" Michael exclaims.

Adam chuckles at his enthusiastic attitude. "It isn't ready yet, but soon it will be."

-

Sera, Emily, Aclima and Lute are flying and on their way to the training grounds. Michael had just called earlier and informed them that Adam was here along with Vaggie and Seth.

"This whole time, Adam and Vaggie have been with you!?" Sera ask through her halo.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention that I took them out. Only thought of it when you sent out that alert." Michael replies.

"I sent that alert out hours ago!" Sera exclaims.

"Yeah ... but I was passed out." Michael lies. He has never passed out before. Though he has gotten close.

"You were passed out while they were around!? You weren't watching them!?" Sera scolds.

Shit, he just dug himself even deeper. Oh well, how much paperwork could Sera possibly throw at him, right?

"Yeah, stuff happened." Michael replies. "The most important thing is that they're fine."

Michael quickly hangs up before he can dig himself any deeper.

Within minutes, the four women were soon at the training grounds and the first thing that hits them is the smell. The aroma of freshly cooked fish greeted them as they stepped onto the training grounds, mingling with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Sera's eyes narrowed as she scanned the area, her gaze landing on Adam and his makeshift kitchen setup.

"Adam!" Sera's voice boomed across the training grounds, cutting through the noise. Her expression was a mix of relief and frustration as she marched towards him, followed closely by Emily, Aclima, and Lute.

Adam turned towards the approaching group, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Hey there, ladies! Fancy a bite to eat?"

Sera crossed her arms, her gaze stern. "Explain yourself, Adam. Where have you been!?"

Adam quickly grabs Michael and places him in front of her like a sacrificial offering.

"Mikey here dropped by the house earlier and said he felt like eating some seafood. So I suggested fishing." Adam states. "We grabbed Seth and headed out to sea."

"Out to sea? But none of our sisters saw you." Aclima says.

"Well ... not the sea in Heaven." Adam says sheepishly.

"ON EARTH!?" Sera shouts.

"WITHOUT ME!" Aclima shouts.

"Yes, on Earth." Adam says before looking at Aclima. "And you were busy with Lute so I grabbed Seth."

"Seth!" Aclima looks to Seth. "You were with dad this whole time!?"

Seth takes off in a mad dash. "You snooze you lose sister!"

Aclima chases after him, ready to give him a noogie like old times.

Sera on the other hand was not happy. Her eyes bore into Michael as she demanded an explanation. Michael, feeling the weight of Sera's glare, shifted uncomfortably under her intense scrutiny.

"Let me get this straight. You came by MY house and took Adam out. Brought him to Earth on an UNAUTHORIZED fishing trip, came back to Heaven and PASSED OUT! All because you wanted to eat some seafood!?" Sera ask loudly.

Michael gulps. "Yeah, pretty much." How many times has he had to cover for Adam by now? He lost count. But he is used to it, just more paperwork after all.

"Adam!" Sera calls to him. "You are not to supply Michael with beer for two months!"

Adam raised his hands in surrender, a guilty grin playing on his lips. "Fair enough, Sera. No beer for Mikey for two months."

NOT THE BEER!

"It's not fair Sera!" Michael yells out.

Before Michael can continue, Adam stuffs a chunk of fried fish in his mouth. Michael wanted to rat him out but the fish tasted heavenly. At least Adam kept his promise to give him the first taste.

Emily stepped forward, her expression a mix of relief and exasperation. "Adam, you had us all worried sick. You can't just disappear like that."

Adam's smile faltered as he realized the extent of the distress he had caused. "I'm sorry, Em. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. It was supposed to be a simple outing."

"A simple outing that turned into a Heaven-wide search operation!" Emily retorted, though her tone softened with affection. "You're impossible sometimes, you know that?"

Emily rushes forward and locks him in a hug.

"I was so worried! I thought you left us!" Emily says, no longer holding back her tears. "That you left me."

As the two hugged, Sera couldn't help but join in as well. Wrapping her arms and wings around them, she holds them in a tight embrace.

"Please Adam, don't worry me like that." Sera says in a soft motherly voice.

"I'm sorry mom." Adam replies. "But once you taste my new dish, I'm sure I can earn your forgiveness!"

Sera could only chuckle at how adorable her son is. How she wishes she could hold him forever.

Adam pulls away from the hug and heads back to the kitchen.

With the tension diffused and apologies exchanged, Adam resumed his culinary duties with renewed determination, eager to make amends through the art of cooking. As he busied himself with the sizzling pans and savory aromas wafting through the air, the group gradually settled into a more relaxed atmosphere.

Emily wiped away her tears, her worry dissipating as she watched Adam work his magic in the kitchen. Despite the chaos he had caused, she couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence and the warmth he brought to their family.

Meanwhile, Aclima finally caught up to Seth, playfully wrestling him to the ground in a mock scolding. Laughter echoed across the training grounds as they engaged in their familiar sibling banter.

Lute, though still visibly shaken by the events, allowed herself a small smile as she observed the scene unfolding before her. Despite her stern demeanor, her concern for Adam was evident, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive in the face of danger. His safety was all that mattered to her.

Adam soon emerged from the kitchen with a platter piled high with steaming fish and crispy chips. The tantalizing aroma drew everyone closer, their mouths watering in anticipation of the feast laid out before them. The group gathered around the makeshift table, Vaggie sharing her experience of catching her first fish as they indulged in the delicious meal.

The taste of the freshly cooked fish and chips was a symphony of flavors that danced on the palate. The fish, perfectly seasoned and expertly fried to golden perfection, flaked apart with each tender bite, releasing a burst of delicate, savory goodness. The crispy chips, golden and crunchy on the outside yet soft and fluffy on the inside, provided the perfect accompaniment to the succulent fish.

Each mouthful was a delight, a harmony of textures and tastes that tantalized the senses and left them craving for more. The aroma of the freshly cooked seafood filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the group gathered around the table, creating an atmosphere of warmth and camaraderie.

Michael decided he can forgive Adam this time. The food is amazing and so long as he delivers on his next alcoholic beverage invention, he could continue covering for him.

"Dad!?" Harper and the rest of the exorcists had finally returned after being given the order to recall.

As Harper and the other exorcists approached, their expressions ranged from relief to disbelief at the sight before them. Adam, surrounded by his family and friends, looked up from his meal with a sheepish grin as he greeted them.

"Hey there, kiddo! Fancy joining us for some fish and chips?" Adam called out, his voice filled with warmth and hospitality.

Harper blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected scene before her. She had been prepared for the worst, fearing the worst-case scenarios as she and her sisters searched tirelessly for their missing father and sister.

"Dad, where have you been!?" Harper asked, a mix of relief and frustration evident in her tone.

Adam chuckled, setting down his fork as he prepared to explain himself once more. "Ah, you know me, always up to some mischief. It was just a little fishing trip with good old Mikey."

"A little fishing trip!? You had everyone in Heaven in a panic searching for you!" Harper exclaimed, her worry giving way to exasperation.

Adam shrugged, his grin widening as he glanced around at the assembled group. "Well, what can I say? I have a knack for causing a stir. But hey, we're all here now, safe and sound. That's what matters, right?"

Harper sighed, unable to stay mad at her father in the face of his infectious optimism. Despite the chaos he had caused, she couldn't help but feel grateful to see him safe.

"Come, join us, all of you!" He ushers to all the exorcists.

Adam returns to the kitchen and manifest more fish for him to cook for all his darling daughters. All while they started setting up tables and chairs for themselves. Some even offering to help their father in the kitchen.

Seth soon enters the kitchen and approaches his father.

"Dad?" Seth starts.

"What is it Seth?" Adam replies as he batters another fish.

"Why do all the exorcists look like Aclima?" Seth ask.

"Ah ... I'll tell you another time."

Notes:

Now that the wholesome is out of the way. We can get back to the sad!

Chapter 28: Dreams of Deception

Summary:

Bad dreams.

Notes:

Wow! Over 1100 kudos and 22000+ hits.

I don't know how I make this story work but you guys seem to enjoy it.

Just need 3000 more kudos and I can catch up to First Man Down by MalaMari

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2140 B.C.

"Wake up Adam." A voice calls out.

Adam turns but refuses to.

"Come on darling, wake up." The voice continues.

Adam slowly stirs but still is slow in getting up. The voice is familiar but he can't quite put his finger on it.

"Are you seriously going to keep your little rib waiting?"

Adam's eyes immediately shoots open and he sits up, startled at the revelation that his ex-wife was calling for him. The first thing he notices is that he isn't in his room. Instead, he is in the place that he has been visiting annually.

Eden.

"Well look who decided to finally wake up." Eve calls from behind him.

Turning around, he sees Eve, the same sweet Eve he has known all his life. Standing before him is the woman who once was his partner, now looking at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Adam blinks, trying to comprehend the situation.

"Is this real?" Adam ask. He takes a moment to absorb his surroundings. The lush greenery, the tranquil atmosphere. This is definitely Eden.

"No. Fortunately, I am still happy as can be in hell with Lucifer and Lilith." Eve tells him happily.

Adam grimaces at the words coming out of her mouth. She has never been so cruel to him before.

"You ... love them?" Adam ask, afraid of the answer.

"Of course I do!" Eve replies with a smirk. "After all, I left you for them. Always has been the plan from the start."

"No! That can't be right. You were tricked! You always told me how much you hated them for getting us kicked out of the Garden!" Adam exclaims.

"What can I say? Lucifer is quite the charmer, at least, compared to you." Eve says with a smirk. "Come, let me show you around."

Eve extends her hand out to Adam. He is hesitant to take it but the his body reaches out regardless. Once his hand lands in hers, she hold his hand with the same firm and strong grip he knew. The grip that says she would never let him go.

Yet his heart is screaming for her to let go.

With their hand interlocked, Eve starts leading Adam around the Garden, various memories of their time plays. She points towards a tree where a memory plays of Adam talking to Sera.

"Look at how annoyed she looks. You always wanted her to be your mom and she always rejected you. But like the retard you are, you couldn't take the hint." Eve points out.

The memory shows Adam picking up a snail that he had just discovered and name. He gently places the creature in his hand and goes off to find someone to share it with. As it happens, Sera was nearby and Adam went over to share his discovery with her.

"Mom! Look! I found this little guy by some rocks!" Adam holds up the snail.

"Adam, how many times must I tell you, I am not your mother! I am your creator!" Sera says sternly.

"But -" Adam tries to say something but Sera cuts him off.

"Creating you was a mistake." Sera unfurls her wings and flies off. Adam could only look on as she flew further away from him. As she does, Adam falls to the ground and begins to sob.

But this wasn't how Adam remembered it. Sera was never that mean to him. She never said such harsh words before neither. Yes, she did tell him not to call her mom at that time ...

Was he misremembering. Does Sera truly think of him as a mistake?

He looks to Eve, searching for some hint of the truth in her expression, but all he finds is a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Eve, what are you trying to do?" Adam's voice quivers with a mixture of fear and desperation.

"I'm simply showing you the truth, Adam," Eve replies coolly. "The truth that you've been too blind to see all this time."

Adam's heart pounds in his chest as he struggles to make sense of everything. Could it be possible that his memories, his entire understanding of his past, were nothing more than illusions? That the people he loved and trusted had been deceiving him all along?

"But why?" Adam's voice cracks as he speaks. "Why would they lie to me?"

Eve's smile widens, and she places a hand tenderly on Adam's shoulder. "Because, my dear Adam, you were always meant to be the pawn in their game. The unwitting puppet in their grand design."

"Remember what Sera said to you when you asked what happened to Abel?" Eve ask.

He remembers.

"You were the TEMPLATE to what allows a human into Heaven." Sera had said.

"I always told you to only trust me. To never trust the angels. But I guess you are beyond saving." Eve remarks.

Adam looks up, hoping to see Sera come back but nothing happens.

"It's why I left you in the first place." Lilith voice cuts in.

Turning his gaze back to what should have been Eve, he instead finds himself now holding hands with his first wife.

"Lilith." Adam says with a frown.

"Maybe this time I'll finally get it through that thick head of yours." Lilith says with disdain. "You were always so willing to follow the angels plan. So comfortable being their puppet."

"So!? Why am I wrong for choosing to be content!? Is it so wrong to not want more!?" Adam yells out.

Lilith fixes him with a cold stare, her eyes flashing with a mixture of contempt and pity. "Because, Adam, it's time you faced the truth. You've been living in a fantasy, blinded by your loyalty to those who see you as nothing more than a tool to further their own agendas."

"You think you're special, Adam?" Lilith's voice booms. "But in reality, you're just a vessel for their ambitions. Your every action, every thought, has been manipulated to serve their ends."

Adam's head swims with a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He struggles to cling to the memories of the paradise he once knew, but they slip through his fingers like grains of sand.

"But what about love?" Adam pleads, his voice barely a whisper. "What about the bond we shared? I know you said you didn't love me the same way you loved Lucifer but you likened our love to that of siblings."

"You are such a fool Adam." Lilith says. "It was never love I felt for you. At first it was pity and mostly annoyance but when I saw how ingrained you were with the angels, all I felt for you than was contempt. I wanted nothing more than for you to fail."

"Why do you think I chose Lucifer? He was a dreamer and he dreamt BIG!" Lilith says. "Bigger than any dream you ever had and thanks to that, I have everything I could ever want. Just look at where I am now."

Lilith snaps her fingers and the landscape changes from Eden to that of hell. They now stood on the castle rooftop with their hands still interlocked.

"Look at that Adam." Lilith gestures to the city Lucifer had built. "I am the Queen of this kingdom and all my subjects are the children you once sired. They chose to side with us. They rather be with us in hell than with their fucked up father who lives under the heel of the angels! SIN IS AMAZING!"

Her words cut through Adam like a dagger. Adam could only wince in his perceived pain. He closes his eyes, trying to will away this apparition. He wants to let go of the hand holding his. He wants to wake up!

When he opens his eyes again, he is back in Eden, no longer staring at a red sky but instead at a beautiful blue sky with white clouds slowly drifting by. While the scenery has certainly improved, he still feels himself holding on to someone's hand.

He doesn't want to look. He rather die again than listen to his former wives and their words of discontent with him.

"I always did love cloud watching with you Adam." A cheery voice speaks to him. The voice coming from the origin of the hand. "Its one of the more tolerable activities I had to put up with but at least you kept your mouth shut."

Great. His wives were preferable to the angel who ruined his life. Adam finally relents and turns his head to the person holding his hand.

"Lucifer." Adam calls out.

"I must thank you Adam." Lucifer says out loud. "You were truly the bestest friend an angel like me could ever have."

"I suspect you mean for the wrong reasons." Adam says with a downcast look.

"I guess you can learn." Lucifer remarks. "You made it so easy to steal your wives. Sure, Eve took awhile longer but in the end, they all chose me."

"I can't believe I once thought of you as my best friend." Adam scoffs.

"You were the only one stupid enough to believe we were friends." Lucifer says. "You think I wanted to be the nanny to the First Man? To watch him and make sure he doesn't accidentally drown or swallow poison ivy."

"I had bigger goals. I bided my time and played my part. Than when they created Lilith for you, you became redundant." Lucifer stated. "I never wanted you Adam. No one wanted you."

"That's not true! I have my family now!" Adam shouts. "I have Sera, I have Emily, I have Aclima, I have -"

"Please, don't embarrass yourself. You think they love you?" Lucifer says with a smug expression.

"Sera? She only keeps you around because you're her precious TEMPLATE! You actually think she thinks of you as her son!? She only said all that to placate you!"

"Emily? She is the joy-bringer! It's her JOB to bring you joy! Love you? Don't make me laugh."

Adam tries to yank his hand away from Lucifer but Lucifer wouldn't let go.

"Aclima? What choice does she have? She wasted half her life being with you out of PITY! Her pathetic father who can't function once his wife passed away and into my arms!"

"SHUT UP!" Adam shouts.

"Seth? He rather stay in the rural parts of Heaven, far away from you! Need I say more?"

"And finally. Lute and those pathetic daughters you call exorcists. They love you because they were MADE TO LOVE YOU! Give them a choice and I bet none of them will stay with you!"

Adam falls to his knees, no longer able to contain his tears. "Please ... just leave me alone."

"Awww. Tell you what old friend. I'll do you one last favor. You always loved when I carried you and flew around Eden." Lucifer expressions contorts to that of an evil grin. "So lets do that again."

He unfurls his wings and starts flying upwards, carrying Adam up. They were now higher than the highest mountain in Eden.

"Enjoy the sight while it last Adam. This may be the last time you ever see such beauty." Lucifer says.

"What do you mean?" Adam says with fear in his voice.

"Despite everything that has happened Adam, I realized that I do want you." Lucifer says in a friendly tone which catches Adam off guard.

"You do?" Adam replies suspiciously.

"I do." Lucifer reaffirms. He brings Adam up so that they were now face to face. "But not like wanting you as a friend or anything." Lucifer shakes his head. "No, I want you to fall and fall hard into HELL. So that I can finally rub it in Heaven faces when they see I have the complete Eden set!"

"It'll be oh so sweet to show them that even you, their precious golden boy, isn't immutable. Turned into nothing but a mere pet at my feet. In fact, this will be good practice for you Adam." Lucifer lets go of his hand. "Good luck with the fall."

Adam was now falling and falling fast. He tries to unfurl his own wings but he doesn't feel them. The ground is getting closer and all he can hear is the sound of Lucifer's mocking laughter.

Its the end for Adam. Resigned to his fate, all he can do is hope that it would be painless.

He closes his eyes.

-

Adam wakes up with a jolt. He is breathing heavy but remains still. He knows it was a dream but it felt so real. He needs some air.

Right now, he was cuddled up with Sera, Emily, Aclima and Lute. Adam carefully disentangled himself from their embrace, trying not to wake them. He slipped out of the bed silently, his heart still racing from the vivid nightmare.

Once freed, he quickly makes his way downstairs and out the backdoor into the yard. His mind swirled with questions and doubts. Were his memories real or were they just fabrications? The faces of Eve, Lilith, and Lucifer haunted him, their words echoing in his mind.

Why? Why did he have that nightmare? He hasn't had a nightmare since he ... died. Its been exactly 930 years since he died. He lived for 930 years and now he has been dead for the same amount of time. Is that why?

As he paced anxiously, he has his wings out and ready to fly at a moment's notice. The drop he experienced from Lucifer was terrifying. He wants to fly, to run from his problems, but he is afraid of leaving the safety of the ground. Afraid he'll fall.

The night air was cool and refreshing but did little to alleviate his fears. He tries to focus on the present, on the familiar surroundings of his home, but the images of Eden and the accusations of his former companions linger stubbornly.

He wonders if there's any truth to what he saw. Were his relationships merely facades, his existence a pawn in some cosmic game? Or were they genuine, his memories tainted by the twisted visions of his subconscious?

He doesn't know.

-

Sera had awoken minutes after Adam had left the bed. Sera's heart sank as she realized Adam was no longer beside her. She could feel a subtle shift in the air, a tension that wasn't there before. Concerned, she quickly got up and looked around the room. The other three girls were sleeping peacefully.

Looking out the window, she sees his familiar golden wings out, stretching and flapping, as if he was ready to fly. Alarmed, Sera quickly races down the stairs and out to the backyard. She found Adam pacing back and forth, his wings slightly trembling, his expression haunted.

Silently, she approaches Adam from behind, afraid that if she startled him, he may take flight. With her arms and wings outstretched, she cautiously approaches him and once within her reach, she quickly cocoons him in her embrace.

He struggles for a bit but ultimately relaxes when he realizes its her.

Sera holds him tightly, feeling his trembles gradually subside as he leans into her embrace. She whispers soothing words, a gentle melody of reassurance, hoping to calm the storm raging within him. He rests his head against her chest, closing his eyes as he takes in her familiar scent, the warmth of her embrace.

"Adam. Talk to me." Sera says.

"I'm fine mo- Sera." Adam tries to assure with a small smile.

Being called by her name instead of 'mom' catches Sera off guard, but she doesn't let it show. Instead, she tightens her embrace, sensing his need for comfort and reassurance. Whatever it takes, she needs to nip this in the bud.

"Talk to me, Adam." she says softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I can feel your distress. Whatever it is that's troubling you, you can tell me."

Adam hesitates for a moment, the weight of his nightmares still heavy on his mind. But the warmth of Sera's presence, her unwavering support, gives him the courage to speak.

"I had a nightmare." he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "It felt so real, Sera. Like I was back in Eden, facing Eve, Lilith and Lucifer."

"What happened in the nightmare?" Sera asks gently, encouraging him to share his burden.

"They basically told me that everything I know is a lie." Adam recalls with a frown. "Sera. Was I a mistake?"

Adam's question catches Sera off guard, her heart clenching at the pain evident in his voice. She pulls back slightly to look him in the eyes, her expression soft and compassionate.

"Adam, no," she says firmly, shaking her head. "You were never a mistake."

She cups his face in her hands, her eyes locking with his, conveying sincerity and affection. "You are a beautiful, unique soul, Adam. Your existence has brought light and meaning to so many lives, including mine."

"But what if it's true, Sera?" Adam's voice wavers with uncertainty. "What if everything they said in the nightmare was true?"

"Tell me than. What did they say?" Sera demands.

"They told me that I'm nothing more than a template to you. That you only let me call you 'mom' to placate me." Adam recounts what they had said about Sera.

"Adam." she begins softly, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I understand why you're feeling this way, but you must know that those words couldn't be further from the truth."

Sera cups his face in her hands, her gaze unwavering. "I chose to call you my son because that's what you are to me. Not out of obligation, but out of love. You've brought so much joy and meaning into my life, Adam. I couldn't be prouder to call you my son."

Sera pulls him into another embrace, holding him close as she speaks from the depths of her heart. "You are loved, Adam. Never doubt that, no matter what anyone else may say. You are cherished beyond measure, and nothing will ever change that."

Adam rests his head against her chest, feeling the warmth of her embrace enveloping him like a protective shield. In that moment, surrounded by Sera's love and reassurance, a moment of clarity opens up in his mind amidst the chaos. He remembers what happened when he showed Sera the snail.

-

"Mom! Look! I found this little guy by some rocks!" Adam holds up the snail.

Sera chuckles at his excitable attitude. "Come now Adam, I told you already not to call me your 'mom'." Sera reaches out and pats him on the head.

"Have you given a name to your new friend?" Sera ask in a gentle voice.

"I think I'll call it a snail." Adam says proudly.

Sera smiles. "That's a wonderful name Adam."

-

She wasn't upset that day. She didn't call him a mistake.

She was happy.

Adam's heart swells with a newfound sense of clarity as he recalls the genuine warmth and affection in Sera's response. The only liars were the trio in his dreams.

Of course his family loved him. They could easily have chucked him off to another section of Heaven and left him there if they hated him. How could he let some mere nightmares try to ruin his life.

Feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders, Adam exhales a deep sigh of relief, his tense muscles gradually relaxing in Sera's embrace. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to fully immerse in the comforting presence of his mom.

"I love you, Adam." Sera leans down and kisses his forehead.

"Thank you ... mom." Adam whispers out.

Notes:

Yay! Mama Sera!

Chapter 29: Crossroads of the Heart

Summary:

Adam looking kind of hot.

Notes:

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. *Wink*

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2131 B.C.

Love and lust. Two very distinct emotions.

While love seeks connection and understanding, lust seeks gratification and excitement. Love builds bridges and nurtures growth, while lust ignites flames and revels in the moment. Love is the steady flame that warms the heart, while lust is the spark that ignites the fire. Though distinct, love and lust often intertwine, shaping the complex tapestry of human relationships.

Jophiel knows these two emotions very well. As the angel of love, she can sense when someone is looking at her or someone else with love or lust. As she walks through Heaven, she can feel the gaze of many of the winners as she walks by. Almost always, she feels lust coming from them but she can't blame them, she was, after all, the most gorgeous angel in Heaven.

These humans were pathetic. Both men and women, only thinking with their lower halves. Though that isn't to say she doesn't understand where they are coming from, she herself experiences lust too. Case in point, right now, she is sitting in a diner as she watches Michael eat.

No, she is not sitting with him, she is sitting at the other end of the diner. Jophiel couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she watched Michael from afar. His every movement, every expression, seemed to captivate her. How could she not lust after what is perhaps the second most gorgeous angel in Heaven.

As Michael took a sip of his drink, Jophiel found herself entranced by the way his lips touched the rim of the glass, the way his throat moved as he swallowed. She shook her head slightly, trying to push away the thoughts that were veering into dangerous territory. She was an angel of love, after all, not of temptation.

Though Michael has changed a little this past millennium. Aside from the fact he seems to have a beer wherever he went since some 700 odd years ago, he seems to have gotten ... happier? Sure he was more stressed but he smiled more often. She wished she could say it was because of her but unfortunately, it was thanks to the First Man.

She wasn't there when Adam first appeared in Heaven so she practically knew next to nothing about him. Other than the fact that people seem to genuinely enjoy his company. Speaking of the First Man ...

"Mike Mike!" Adam voice rings throughout the diner. He and his bodyguard Lute had just arrived and made their way over to Michael. He was so rambunctious as opposed to Michael usual calm demeanor. How do those two get along so well? How did Adam get so close to Michael when she has failed to even strike up a normal conversation with Michael outside of work?

Why won't Michael smile and look at her with the same soft and warm eyes that he is showing Adam?

To get close to Michael, she'll need to study Adam.

As Jophiel observed Adam's interaction with Michael, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity mingled with a hint of jealousy. Adam seemed to effortlessly command attention and affection, drawing people towards him like a magnet. His infectious energy and genuine warmth seemed to break through even Michael's stoic demeanor.

She watched as Adam animatedly gestured while speaking, his laughter filling the air with joy. Lute, always the silent and vigilant protector, stood close by, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a watchful gaze.

Jophiel pondered what it was about Adam that made him so irresistible to those around him. Was it his charisma, his charm, or something deeper, something she couldn't quite grasp? She knew she needed to understand Adam better if she wanted to bridge the gap between herself and Michael.

Perhaps the most curious thing about Adam was the fact that he has seen her but yet, she doesn't feel lust coming from him. He had seen her countless of time before but usually from a distance. This time, he was much closer and yet still no sign of lust. The only lust present right now is coming from the angel Lute by his side and it was directed at him. Though small, it was still noticeable.

Adam is an oddity. He goes missing for a few hours and the Head Seraphim sends out an alert and has the exorcist defense force deployed en masse to find him. Never has she seen Sera react this way about anything. Not even with Lucifer's betrayal.

Maybe Michael is drawn to the unusual?

After Adam had given Michael a small box containing bottles, he had promptly got up and left with Lute in tow. She takes one final look at Michael and drinks in his form before getting up to tail after the First Man.

As they made their way through the bustling streets of Heaven, Jophiel observed Adam interacting with various beings, both winners and angels alike. Each encounter leaving a trail of smiles and laughter in its wake. It was as if Adam carried with him a spark of joy that ignited those around him.

Despite her initial jealousy, Jophiel found herself drawn to Adam's infectious smile. There was an authenticity about him that she couldn't ignore, a genuine warmth that seemed to emanate from his very being.

"Adam!" Emily squeals as she flies down to meet with the First Man. With his arms raised, Adam catches Emily in a hug.

To no one's surprise, Emily was full of joy wherever she went. Jophiel has never seen the little seraphim without a smile except for the few times during meetings like about the flood. But this was the first time she felt lust coming from the cute seraphim and there was ALOT of it.

As Adam wrapped his wings around Emily in an exuberant hug, Jophiel couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lingered on him, sparkling with a newfound intensity. It was a stark departure from Emily's usual demeanor, which was typically characterized by boundless joy and innocent curiosity.

It was no surprise to Jophiel when the Head Seraphim herself shows up moments after Emily had appeared. Ever the professional and admirable angel, Sera was the ideal that many strive to be and yet, even she seemed to melt when in the presence of the First Man. Watching Sera interact with Adam, Jophiel could feel the love pouring out of Sera. Like a mother bear watching out for her cub, Sera held on to Adam with an iron grip both literally and figuratively.

Whenever proposals are brought up during the council meetings to have the First Man involved with angelic duties such as going to Earth and being a guide to the humans, Sera would quickly reject and shut down any such suggestions, citing Adam's unique role and importance in Heaven. It was clear to Jophiel that Adam held a special place in the hearts of many, including Michael.

Adam and Lute soon wave goodbye to the two seraphim and continue on their way. Jophiel silently following behind them.

-

"Sir?" Lute whispers to Adam.

"Yeah Lute?" Adam replies as they continue walking.

"I've got a feeling that someone is watching us." Lute informs.

"So? What's new?" Adam ask. This was a common occurrence for him. "Winners are usually curious about my golden wings and some of your sisters who are patrolling like to watch and observe us sometimes."

"No Sir. This is different. Like we're being stalked by a powerful predator." Lute explains. She turns, looking around with caution.

"Relax Lute. It's Heaven. No one would just attack." Adam assures. "Besides, we're on our way to the training grounds. The safest place in Heaven."

"Let's hurry Sir. I do not like this feeling." Lute starts pushing Adam, trying to get him to hurry along. She is sure that if whatever is observing them chooses to attack, even their combined might would be no match against it.

-

Adam and Lute soon reach the training grounds and swiftly enter it. Jophiel not wanting to lose sight of her target tries to follow but is blocked when the three exorcists standing guard at the entrance blocks her off.

"Can we help you ma'am?" Claire ask. All three exorcists have their hands resting on their sheathed weapon.

"No. I wish to enter." Jophiel replies, expecting to be let in.

"Do you have an appointment?" Claire ask.

Jophiel paused, momentarily taken aback by Claire's question. She wasn't accustomed to being stopped in her movements within Heaven; after all, as a seraphim, she usually had free rein to roam wherever she pleased.

"I do not need an appointment. I am a seraphim!" Jophiel says aggressively. "Stand aside!"

The three exorcists soon pull out their weapons and ready their stance. One of them ready to tap her halo to call for back up.

Jophiel felt a surge of frustration at the exorcists' refusal to let her pass. She could sense the tension rising, the air thick with the weight of their confrontation. She knew she could easily overpower them if she wished, but she also understood the repercussions such actions could bring.

"We cannot simply allow anyone to enter without proper authorization." Claire said, her tone cautious yet respectful. "It is our duty to ensure the safety and security of Heaven."

"I am not anyone! I am Jophiel! A seraphim!" Jophiel shouts.

"This locations is under the protection of Michael and only select people are allowed in. You are not one of them." Claire narrows her eyes at Jophiel.

"Listen here you -" Jophiel was about to mouth off but she gets interrupted.

"Jophiel!" Michael flies down and lands behind her. The three exorcists standing guard immediately lower their weapons and salute.

"Michael!" Jophiel exclaims.

"May I ask, why are you here?" Michael questions. Jophiel has never gone out of her way to come here before.

"I simply wish to tour this facility where the exorcists are housed. Learn more about Heaven's defenders." Jophiel replies.

"You've never shown any interest in its centuries of existence before. What changed?" Michael ask.

"Perhaps I finally allowed curiosity to get the better of me." Jophiel replies. "Now tell your guards to stand aside."

"I will not." Michael sternly replies.

Jophiel felt a pang of frustration at Michael's refusal. She had hoped he would intercede on her behalf, considering their shared history and her status as a seraphim. Yet, his unwavering stance only fueled her determination to gain access to the training grounds.

WHY IS HE STOPPING HER FROM SEEING ADAM!?

"If you wish to enter this facility, you may bring your case up to the Head Seraphim herself. Until than, you are not allowed entrance." Michael says and steps past her.

Jophiel grumbles in response but soon unfurls her wings and takes off. Landing on top of a nearby building, she sits on its roof. She'll simply wait till Adam is done with whatever business he has in the facility and follow him once he exits.

But as Jophiel sits and wait, she can't help but think back to her interaction with Michael. She had wanted to gain his affection and love but yet, she had been aggressive. Surprisingly, she was more upset with being denied entrance than disappointing Michael.

Was this because of Adam?

As Jophiel sat on the rooftop, her thoughts swirled with a mixture of frustration and confusion. Adam's presence seemed to have stirred something within her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Perhaps it was the way Adam effortlessly commanded attention and respect, his magnetic personality drawing others towards him like moths to a flame. Or maybe it was the genuine warmth and authenticity he exuded, qualities that seemed to elude her despite her role as an angel of love.

Or maybe it was because he never looked at her with lust.

Thinking back to her past, she remembers Adam seeing her before but not once did she feel lust emanating from him. She even had elicit a little feeling of lust out of Michael before.

It was a curious anomaly, one that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness like a persistent itch. Why did Adam, who seemed to elicit desire from so many others, remain immune to her charms?

As she pondered this, a sense of determination welled up within her. If she couldn't capture Adam's attention with her usual allure, perhaps she needed to approach him from a different angle. Maybe it was time to set aside her pride and engage with him on a deeper level, to understand what truly made him tick.

WAIT! WHY IS SHE THINKING OF ADAM!?

This shouldn't be! She wants Michael!

...

Right?

The way he carried himself throughout the day, his interactions with others, the genuine joy he seemed to radiate—it all fascinated her in a way that Michael never had. Wasn't it natural to seek out connections with those who intrigued us?

She watches as Adam and Lute leave the training grounds, she couldn't deny the magnetic pull he had on her. It was as if he held the key to unlocking a part of herself she never knew existed—a part that yearned for more than just fleeting moments of desire.

With a determined resolve, Jophiel decided to embrace this newfound curiosity and pursue it further. Perhaps in understanding Adam, she could better understand herself and what she truly desired.

Sure, Michael was undeniably attractive, with his stoic demeanor and commanding presence. But Adam ... Adam was different. There was something about him that ignited a spark within her, a spark she had never felt before.

She knows of love. She knows what it should feel like.

But this is the first time she felt it for someone.

SHE WANTS ADAM!

Notes:

Adam rizz game so good that he doesn't even need to talk to you to rizz you.

Chapter 30: The Weight of Memories

Summary:

Yay! More dreams!

Notes:

Anyone else surprised that I managed to write up to chapter 30?

I can't believe this fic is already 1 month old.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter Text

2031 B.C.

"Eve." A voice calls to her.

Eve immediately shoots up and turns her head to the source of the voice and what she sees sends her over the moon. Adam, standing before her, with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. His eyes, like deep pools of curiosity, lock onto hers, and a wave of warmth floods her entire being.

"Adam?" she breathes, hardly daring to believe her senses.

"In the flesh!" he replies, his voice carrying a hint of laughter. "Well, sort of."

"ADAM!" Eve cries out as she rushes to him and dives into his arms. Her arms snakes around his waist and she holds on for dear life.

"Tell me this is real! Tell me!" Eve shouts out. "I don't care! This is real!"

Adam could only chuckle as he wraps his arms around her.

"Did my little rib miss me?" Adam ask.

"Of course I've missed you! I wanted nothing more than to have you by my side!" Eve says, her voice filled with emotion as tears stream down her cheeks. "I've dreamt of this moment for so long, Adam. To see you, to touch you again—it's more than I could have ever hoped for."

Adam gently wipes away her tears with his thumb, his touch reassuring and familiar. "I've missed you too, Eve. More than words can express," he says softly, his gaze never leaving hers.

They stand there for a moment, lost in each other's embrace, the weight of centuries apart melting away in an instant. For Eve, it feels as though time itself has stopped, leaving only this moment—their reunion—suspended in eternity.

"Thank you Adam! Thank you for coming back!" Eve cries out. "I LOVE YOU!"

"Of course I came back Eve! After all, you still owe me a rib!" Adam chuckles.

Adam leans down and Eve captures his lips in a deep kiss. As they kiss, Adam tickles her rib, reminiscent of their time together.

Eve couldn't be happier with Adam's return, her heart soaring with joy and relief. But as the kiss deepens, a sudden chill grips her, a premonition of something amiss. Pulling back slightly, she searches Adam's eyes, seeking reassurance, but what she finds there sends a shiver down her spine.

"Adam, what's wrong?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Adam's smile falters, replaced by a solemn expression she's never seen before. "Eve, there's something I need to tell you." he begins, his voice heavy with reluctance.

Eve's breath catches in her throat, fear clutching at her chest. "What is it? Please, Adam, tell me," she pleads, her mind racing with a million dreadful possibilities.

Taking a deep breath, Adam meets her gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I can't stay, Eve. I have to leave. he confesses, each word like a dagger through her heart.

The world around her seems to blur, her mind struggling to comprehend his words. "Leave? But why? After all this time, why would you leave me again?" she cries out, the pain of his impending departure crushing her spirit.

"NO! I WON"T LET YOU GO! NEVER AGAIN!" Eve only tightens her hold on Adam.

But Adam soon disappears in front of her, replaced by nothing but air.

"Unfortunately for you, Dad belongs with us now, IN HEAVEN." A voice come from behind.

Turning around, she find Aclima holding Adam in her arms. His head buried in her shoulder as he sobs.

"Why, why did your mom leave me!?" Adam cries out in her embrace. "Why did she leave me for Lucifer and Lilith!?"

"It's okay Dad. You still have me." Aclima assures. "Guess mom never loved you."

"Adam! Don't listen to that whore! She's lying!" Eve yells out. "I LOVE YOU ADAM!"

"See Dad. Lucifer has changed her. She is no longer the loving wife and mother you once knew." Aclima states as she glares at Eve. "I'll take care of you."

"NO!" Eve shouts. She tries to dash forward but two hands reaches out and grab her shoulders from behind, lifting her up. "Let me go!"

"Too late Eve, you've made your choice. Adam belongs with us now." The voice behind her whispers into her ear, sending a chill down her spine.

She knows that voice.

"Sera!" Eve cries out. She thrashes against the force holding her. "Let me go! Adam belongs to me!"

Adam was suddenly in front of her, just out of reach.

"Why Eve? Why did you leave me for Lucifer?" Adam ask, his voice filled with hurt and confusion.

Eve's heart breaks at the accusation in Adam's eyes. "Adam, I never left you for Lucifer! I would never betray you like that!" she pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But Adam's expression remains cold and distant, as if her words are nothing but hollow echoes in the wind. "I trusted you, Eve. I loved you with all my heart, and you threw it all away for him." he says, his voice trembling with emotion.

Eve's mind races, trying to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before her. "Adam, please, you have to believe me. I would never betray you!" she insists, her voice desperate and raw with emotion. "It's Sera and those other angels! They're poisoning you Adam! You have to believe me!"

But before Adam can respond, Sera steps forward, her presence radiating with an eerie calmness. "Enough of this charade." she says, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "It's time for you to accept the truth, Eve. Adam is ours now, and there's nothing you can do to change that."

"Please, Adam, you have to remember. Our love is stronger than anything they could ever throw at us!" Eve pleads, her voice trembling with emotion.

But Adam only shakes his head, his eyes empty and devoid of the warmth she once knew. "I'm sorry, Eve. But whatever we had is gone now." he says, his voice filled with finality.

"No! FUCK NO!" Eve shouts as she struggles to break free of Sera's grip. "YOU'RE MINE ADAM! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE! YOU'RE MINE!"

Aclima steps up to Eve and her hand hovers near her ribcage.

"You won't be needing this anymore." Aclima plunges her hand into Eve's ribcage. Eve could only scream in terror and pain as Aclima hand writhes around before grabbing onto a rib bone. With a hard yank and a sickening crunch, Aclima breaks Eve rib and forcefully extracts the piece.

"YOU BITCH!" Eve curses out. "Birthing you was my biggest mistake!"

Aclima says nothing and only shows Eve a sly smile. With rib bone in hand, she returns to Adam side.

"Let's go Dad. There is nothing worth loving here." Aclima says.

With a last downcast look to Eve, Adam turns to leave.

"ADAM!" Eve cries out once more.

And than she wakes up.

-

From the top of the castle, Lilith leans on the edge of her balcony as she surveys her kingdom. It was a kingdom of violence and utter depravity but it was her kingdom.

"Was it worth it?" A man comes up beside her and leans on the balcony as well.

"Was what worth it?" Lilith questions back. She tilts her head and looks to see Adam beside her.

"Giving up everything we had back in Eden." Adam clarifies. "You chose Lucifer after all."

Lilith lets out a soft sigh, her gaze distant as she reminisces about the past. "It wasn't an easy choice, Adam. But sometimes, we have to embrace change, even if it means leaving behind what we once held dear."

"Than why are you trying so hard to get me back?" Adam ask as he turns his head. His gold eyes meeting hers. "Why not let me go?"

Lilith's fingers trace the intricate patterns of the balcony railing, her mind wrestling with Adam's question. "Because, despite everything, there's still a part of me that longs for what we had. Maybe it's foolishness, or perhaps it's the lingering echo of what once was."

Adam's gaze softens as he regards her. "Do you ever regret it? Leaving Eden, choosing a different destiny?"

Lilith's eyes meet his, holding a mixture of defiance and resignation. "Regret is a luxury I cannot afford, Adam. I choose to stand by my decisions, no matter the cost."

"But losing you was never part of the plan, Adam." Lilith says softly, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "Yes, I chose a different path, but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. You were my first companion, my equal in Eden."

"Yet you acted differently. I tried so hard to be there for you. To make you happy. To show you the wonder that I saw." Adam turns to face Lilith, his expression a mixture of confusion and longing. "But instead, you chose another."

"Even after all that, I still forgave you and Lucifer. You even eventually got my blessing. I only ever wanted for you to be happy." Adam expression turns solemn. "And how do you repay me? By tricking Eve into biting the apple."

Lilith's shoulders sag slightly under the weight of Adam's accusation. She turns away, staring out into the dark expanse beyond the castle walls, where shadows danced like whispers of forgotten promises.

"I had no choice. I was afraid she would be stubborn like you." Lilith responds, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you had just eaten the apple when we offered it to you ... we could all still be together."

Adam's features soften as he watches her, a flicker of understanding in his gaze. "But at what cost, Lilith? You led Eve down a path of suffering and hardship."

Lilith's jaw tightens, a silent battle raging within her. "And you left Eden willingly to be with her. Are you going to blame me for that too?"

Adam reaches out a hand, gently touching Lilith's shoulder. "We both made choices, Lilith. And we must bear the consequences of those choices."

Lilith closes her eyes briefly, feeling the weight of Adam's touch, the lacking warmth of his presence. "I don't regret setting Eve free from the chains of ignorance. But I do regret the pain it caused."

"At least Eve found it in her heart to forgive you and Lucifer." Adam states.

As they both stared out at the city before them, the air between them grew thick with an unspoken understanding, a solemn silence that enveloped them like a shroud.

"I'm sorry Adam." Lilith whispers out, a tear flowing out of her eye.

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to." Adam replies.

"I know." Lilith looks down, no longer able to look back at Adam. "There is so much I want to say when we finally meet again."

"IF we meet again." Adam clarifies.

As Lilith gazes out over her kingdom, the dream seems to waver. Adam's presence beside her feels both comforting and surreal, a manifestation of her subconscious desires and regrets.

"If?" Lilith repeats, her voice barely audible over the whispering winds that swirl around them. "Do you doubt that we will meet again?"

"What makes you so sure that I would want to meet you?" Adam ask.

Lilith wants to reply but finds she doesn't have the words to. In her heart, she knows he is right. Their entire plan on reuniting with Adam hinged on him wanting to see or be with Eve. If he had moved on or found love elsewhere, than their plan to reunite with Adam may as well be tossed.

Adam's gaze softens, a melancholic smile playing at the corners of his lips. "In dreams, anything is possible, Lilith. But in the waking world, our paths may never cross again."

Lilith's heart sinks at Adam's words, a pang of longing piercing through her façade of strength. "Then what is the purpose of this encounter? Why are you in my dream?"

Adam shrugs. "Only you can answer that. I'm not the one who wanted to dream of Adam."

"So what now?" Lilith ask.

"Its time to wake up." Adam says as he steps forward and without warning, pushes Lilith off the balcony.

Lilith could only scream as she falls. But she doesn't scream because she is falling, she screams because Adam is getting further away from her.

"ADAM! DON'T GO!" Lilith shouts.

With the ground rapidly approaching her, she braces herself for the impact.

And than she wakes up.

-

Lucifer couldn't believe it. He was back in the Eden and he had his old looks. No longer were his cheeks red but back to its original blue. Not only his cheeks but his eye too.

Was this a dream or is this real?

As Lucifer looked around, he found himself standing in the heart of Eden, surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flora that seemed to dance with life. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, and a gentle breeze carried whispers of serenity through the garden.

Eden appeared just as he remembered it from eons ago, untouched by time or corruption. Every blade of grass, every petal, seemed to be full of life, reminding Lucifer of the beauty and purity that once existed in this sacred place.

"That's amazing Adam!" A voice echoes beyond the trees.

Adam! This was his chance to see his best friend once more! To explain himself!

Lucifer darts through the trees, sprinting as fast as he could to get to the source of the voice.

As he burst through the foliage, Lucifer's heart pounded with anticipation. And there, in a clearing bathed in golden sunlight, stood Adam, just as vibrant and alive as the garden itself.

But he wasn't alone.

"You call this a spear?" Michael ask as he inspects the weapon Adam had created.

"Yes, I use it to stab the fruits that are up high in the trees. This way I don't have to climb the trees and risk falling." Adam explains

Lucifer's heart sank as he watched Adam and Michael interacting with each other. He felt a pang of jealousy creeping into his chest, twisting his emotions into a tangled mess of longing and resentment.

Adam and Michael seemed so comfortable together, their camaraderie evident in the easy way they bantered and laughed. Lucifer couldn't help but feel like an outsider, a forgotten memory in the presence of this newfound bond between his brother and his best friend.

As Adam demonstrated the use of the spear to Michael, Lucifer approached them, trying to mask the turmoil churning inside him with a forced smile.

"Adam." Lucifer greeted, his voice strained with suppressed emotions. "It's been a while."

"Dear brother." Michael steps in between them. "If you're looking for Lilith, she is further west of here."

"Thank you Michael, but I'm not here for Lilith. I wish to talk to Adam." Lucifer insist. He feels his anger building at his brother for stopping him. Lucifer tries to step forward but Michael gets in his way.

"Why?" Michael ask, his expression stern as he looks down on his shorter brother.

"Do I need a reason to talk to my best friend?" Lucifer ask, his expression equally as stern as he challenges Michael.

"Is that how you treat your friends? By stealing their wife?" Michael ask with a sly smile.

"I just want to talk to Adam," Lucifer said finally, his voice quieter, more vulnerable than before. "Please, Michael. Let me."

"Sure." Michael steps aside but where Adam should be now laid an empty spot.

"Where?" Lucifer was tongue tied. Adam was there just a moment ago.

"He is safe. Far away from your influence." Michael states.

"No! You don't understand!" Lucifer exclaims. "I just wanted to talk! To apologize!"

"Like anyone would believe you!" Michael shouts as his gaze pierces into Lucifer soul. "After all, who would believe the DEVIL!"

Lucifer looks down and see his body transforming back into the way it was. His finger were once more becoming claws and his legs slowly turned to hooves.

"Adam!" Lucifer calls out.

"Forget it Lucifer. He can't hear you." Michael states.

Lucifer's heart sank as he watched Michael's unwavering stance, realizing that his chance to reconnect with Adam had slipped away once again. The transformation back into his demonic form only served as a bitter reminder of the consequences of his past actions.

"I want my friend back!" Lucifer yells out in frustration.

"So you can hurt my son once more?" A cold voice comes from behind him.

Slowly, Lucifer turns around and his eyes look up at the imposing figure.

"Sera." Lucifer whispers. "Let me talk to Adam, please."

"You stole his first wife, tricked his second wife, tried to get him to eat the apple and got him to leave the garden. Now you wish to see him?" Sera sternly states.

"I only want to apologize! To explain myself." Lucifer pleads. "I'm begging you Sera, let me talk to him."

Sera's expression remains stoic, unmoved by Lucifer's words. "Your words are meaningless." she responds coolly. "Adam has moved on, found happiness away from your influence. It's time you do the same."

"Sera, please..." Lucifer's voice wavered, desperation lacing his words. "I can't bear to live with the regret of losing Adam forever. I need to make things right."

"You've done enough Lucifer." Sera states. She turns and walk away. Leaving Lucifer and Michael alone in the garden.

"Its amazing how many lives you've screwed up thanks to your one action." Michael states. "You always did think you knew better."

Without another word, Michael grabs Lucifer by his collar and drags him over to a pit. The all too familiar feeling of dread overcomes him as he remembers that pit.

"No! Please! Not again!" Lucifer begs.

Michael's grip tightened as he pulled Lucifer closer to the edge of the pit, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and glee. "You brought this upon yourself, Lucifer." he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You betrayed everything we stood for, everything Eden represented."

Lucifer struggled against Michael's grasp, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared into the darkness of the pit below. He now hangs just above the pit. Michael hold on him preventing him from falling. Memories of his previous fall flooded his mind, the agony of his descent still fresh despite the two millennia that had passed.

With a swift, decisive motion, Michael released his grip on Lucifer's collar, sending him tumbling into the yawning abyss below. As he fell, Lucifer's screams echoed through the darkness. He cries out for help but no one listens. His first fall, he had Lilith to hold on to, but now, he was utterly alone.

The heat around him builds up as he falls, the clothes on his back melts off and the heat burns his skin. The ground is rapidly rising to meet him as he closes his eyes, bracing for the impact to come.

And than he wakes up.

-

The following morning, the trio in hell were sitting around the dining table with a modest breakfast laid out. Their appearance was disheveled, their minds still reeling from the vivid dreams they had experienced.

"I had a bad dream last night." Lilith murmured, picking at her food with little appetite.

"Me too." Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It felt so real, like I was actually back in Eden."

"And Adam ..." Eve trailed off, her eyes clouded with sorrow. "To see him, to hold him again, only for it to slip away ..."

...

The trio stood up abruptly and rush their way to the roof. Together in unison, they cup their hands around their mouth and shout up towards Heaven.

"GIVE US OUR ADAM!"

Notes:

You guys need to stop worrying about my sleep schedule.

Chapter 31: A Sense of Unease

Summary:

Lute needs to relax.

Notes:

Another Milestone!

Over 1200 kudos and 24000+ hits!

I hope you all continue to love this fic as much as I do!

BTW, I went back to my previous chapters and changed the years to B.C. Hopefully it makes the story clearer.

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Chapter Text

This isn't good! Something or someone is hunting them and she doesn't know what! Decades she has felt it and yet nothing has happened! WHERE IS THE THREAT!?

SHE NEEDS TO KEEP ADAM SAFE!

"Sir please, I don't think we should leave the house today!" Lute looks out the window, her eyes searching for something. "It's not safe!"

"Will you relax Lute!?" Adam exclaims in disbelief. "You've been paranoid ever since we met Michael at that diner some years back and NOTHING has happened."

"Dad is right Lute, you have been very jittery." Vaggie quips. "It is so unlike you."

"I know!" Lute exclaims. "But this is the first time this bad feeling has followed me all the way to our house!"

"I had enough! Lute you need to calm down!" Adam replies, exasperated at Lute's growing paranoia. "And I know just how to do it."

With a snap of his fingers, Adam opens a portal just in front of where Lute was standing.

"Sir!" Lute exclaims. "Please Sir! We can't to go to Earth again!"

"Relax Lute, this time it's not Earth." Adam shows a soft smile. "We're just visiting family."

Before Lute could protest further, Adam shoves Lute backwards and she falls through the portal.

"Come on Vaggie!" Adam calls out to Vaggie who was laying on the couch.

"But I'm lazy Dad!" Vaggie moans. "You and Lute enjoy yourself!"

"Nope, not happening. Going as a family." Adam shakes his head before snapping his fingers, creating another portal on the couch that Vaggie abruptly sinks into.

"Dad!" Vaggie screams as she falls into the portal.

The portal spat Lute and Vaggie out onto a patch of soft grass, dew-kissed under the morning sun. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of wildflowers and earth. Lute blinked, taking in the scene before her.

They were standing on the edge of a vast farmland, rolling hills stretching out as far as the eye could see. A gentle breeze tousled her hair as she scanned the horizon, where a modest farmhouse stood against the backdrop of distant mountains.

Adam stepped out of the portal, his expression serene. "Dust yourself off girls. It's time to meet more of our family!" Adam excitably tell her.

"Your children, Sir?" Lute ask as she stands up.

"Yup. This area belongs to Seth." Adam announces with glee.

"But we already met Seth!" Vaggie complains.

"True, but have you met his wife?" Adam retorts.

Lute and Vaggie look at each other before looking back at Adam and shaking their heads. They hadn't realized that Seth had family.

"Come on than! Let's not keep them waiting!" Adam grins as he start making his way up to the farmhouse.

Vaggie quickly hops to her feet and rushes to Adam side, lacing her hand into his as they walked. Lute followed closely behind, still trying to shake off the unease that had gripped her earlier. As she surveys the surrounding, she can't help but feel at ease at the absolute tranquility that the environment gave off.

The farmhouse loomed closer with every step, its rustic charm exuding a sense of warmth and tranquility.

As they approached the front porch, the door swung open, revealing a woman with kind eyes and a welcoming smile. "Dad!" she exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace him.

"Azura!" Adam greets enthusiastically. Arms outstretched, ready to embrace his daughter.

"Dad, it's been too long! I keep telling you to visit at least twice a month!" Azura exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth as she hugged Adam tightly. "I bet you forgot about us and went wandering off again."

Adam chuckles and pats Azura head. "I admit I may wander from time to time but forget my children? Never!"

Azura chuckles and kisses Adam on the cheek before glancing at Lute and Vaggie, offering them a friendly smile. "And who do we have here?"

Adam beamed proudly. "Azura, these are my daughters, your sisters, Lute and Vaggie. Lute's been feeling a bit uneasy today, so I thought a change of scenery might help."

Azura's smile widened as she turned her attention to Lute and Vaggie. "Lute, Vaggie, it's wonderful to finally meet you both!" She hugged them each in turn, the warmth of her embrace easing Lute's lingering tension.

"Thank you for having us, Azura." Lute said gratefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over her in Azura's presence.

"Of course, it's my pleasure. Any family of Dad's is family to me!" Azura replied warmly before stepping back to usher them inside. "Come in, come in. Let's get you settled and then we can catch up properly over some tea."

The interior of the farmhouse was cozy and inviting, with sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting a golden glow over everything. Lute felt herself relaxing further as they followed Azura into the living room, where comfortable chairs and couches awaited them.

As they settled in, Azura disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a tray laden with steaming cups of tea and a plate of freshly baked cookies.

"Here we go." Azura said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "Help yourselves."

Vaggie eagerly reached for the tea and cookies, savoring the warmth of the cup in her hands and the comforting aroma that filled the air. Lute on the other hand, only reached for the tea and mouthed a silent 'Thank you.' before sipping. Adam reaches for the cookies and pops one into his mouth.

"So Azura, where is my boy Seth?" Adam ask as he picks another cookie.

"Oh Seth. He is out looking after the sheep. Always so paranoid that a wolf will come by and attack when every animal here is so friendly." Azura chuckles as she says.

As they indulged in the warm beverages and delicious treats, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly cozy and relaxed. Azura regaled them with tales of life on the farm, sharing anecdotes about the animals, the crops, and the simple joys of rural living.

Lute found herself drawn into Azura's stories, her earlier apprehension gradually melting away in the face of her sister's genuine hospitality. She glanced at Vaggie, who was listening intently with a contented smile, and then at Adam, who looked completely at ease in this familiar setting.

For the first time since they arrived, Lute allowed herself to fully immerse in the moment, setting aside her worries and embracing the warmth of family and the comfort of home.

Here is safe.

Adam is safe.

-

WHERE IS HE!?

Jophiel had been stalking observing Adam for a few decades now. She wanted to learn more about the First Man and she just can't seem to tear her eyes away from him. As time went on, stalking observing Adam during his day to day wasn't enough for her.

She NEEDED to know more about her love!

What did he like?

What made him happy?

IS HE SINGLE!? HE BETTER FUCKING BE!

What time does he sleep?

What soap does he use?

And to get all this information, she would need to stalk observe him when he was by himself. The problem was that he was always accompanied by someone. IT SHOULD BE HER! Lute was the biggest obstacle. She was around Adam almost always and for some reason, she could sense her observant eyes on them. While Lute couldn't tell where she was stalking observing them from, she seemed to always know when she does it.

Because of this, Jophiel had refrained from stalking observing them when they were at home but now she has had enough.

SHE MUST KNOW MORE ABOUT ADAM!

So she perches herself on a nearby building adjacent to their mansion. As she peers into their house, she sees Adam relaxing with Lute and another winner named Vaggie. As soon as she laid her eyes on them, Lute became restless and started looking out the window, trying to spot her but she will fail.

As Jophiel stalked observed from her vantage point, she couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at Lute's restless behavior. She had become adept at avoiding detection, honing her skills over the years to remain undetected by even the most vigilant of observers. But Lute's intuition seemed to be a thorn in her side, a constant reminder of the limitations of her stealth.

However, Jophiel was not one to be deterred easily. She was determined to uncover the mysteries surrounding Adam, to delve into the depths of his existence and uncover every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. With a resolute nod, she refocused her attention on the scene unfolding before her, her keen eyes darting between Adam, Lute, and Vaggie as they spent their time together.

As the hours passed, Jophiel remained perched on her vantage point, her gaze unwavering as she continued to observe Adam and his companions. She meticulously noted their interactions, their gestures, their expressions, storing away every detail in her mind for further analysis.

Until Adam suddenly opened a portal and took the two girls with him to an unknown location!

No! He can't leave! He is the only reason she can finally feel love! She needs him in her sights!

SHE NEEDS HIM!

Fighting the urge to fly straight through their window and into the portal, Jophiel reminds herself that while her beloved is getting away from her, it was still the residence of the High Seraphim. To be caught for trying to pursue passion would not only be embarrassing but potentially disastrous for her reputation and standing among the celestial hierarchy. So, she reluctantly restrains herself, knowing that patience and subtlety would serve her better in the long run.

As Adam, Lute, and Vaggie disappear through the portal, Jophiel's could only let out a sigh of frustration.

There is always tomorrow.

-

As Aclima made her way to Seth's residence, she comes across Seth tending to his herd. Flying down and landing behind him, she decides to give him a good scare.

"HEY SETH!" Aclima shouts out.

"Ahhh!" Seth jumps in surprise, nearly dropping the bucket of feed he was carrying. He whirls around to see Aclima standing there, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Aclima!" Seth exclaims, his heart still pounding from the sudden fright. "You really are like Dad! Fuck!"

Aclima chuckles, her wings fluttering behind her. "Sorry about that, Seth. Couldn't resist."

Seth shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. "So, what brings you out here? Checking up on your favorite brother?"

"Ha, You wish!" Aclima smiles in delight as she pulls Seth in a hug. "Dad invited me out to your place. Says he is with Azura now and that she wanted to have dinner with everyone."

"Dad is here?" Seth ask. "Better head back than, before he decides to go wandering off on his own."

Aclima nods. "Yep, he's with Azura, Lute, and Vaggie. Should be an interesting reunion."

Seth nods, setting the bucket of feed down and dusting off his hands. "Alright, let's go. I could use a break anyway."

As they make their way back to the farmhouse, Aclima and Seth engage in light-hearted banter, exchanging stories and teasing each other about various childhood memories.

"And than mom told me to go get blue flowers with red thorns and the only place to get those was a day hike up the mountains!" Seth complains as he shakes his head. "Can you believe it!? All that because I asked Dad to go fishing with me."

"Then I come back after two days and hand her the flowers and she just left it to rot on the shelf for over a month!" Seth complains.

"You think that is bad?" Aclima replies. "I once asked Dad if he would go hunting with me and mom 'accidentally' broke his spear! I mean, come on!"

"Than she acted all innocent and said 'Well, guess your father can't hunt for awhile Aclima. You'll have to do all the hunting while your father stays home with me.'" Aclima retells to Seth.

"But doesn't he have like a ton of spears?" Seth ask.

"He does but while Dad was gone on his last hunting trip, mom decided to give away all his spears." Aclima replies in frustration.

When they finally arrive at the farmhouse, they find Adam, Lute, Vaggie, and Azura gathered in the living room, chatting and laughing together as if they had known each other for years.

"-And that is how I named the Dik-Dik." Everyone laughed boisterously after Adam had told them a story. The sound of their laughter echoed through the farmhouse, filling the space with warmth and joy. Aclima and Seth exchanged amused glances as they entered, joining the lively gathering.

Adam's eyes lit up with delight at the sight of his son and daughter. "Seth! Aclima! You're just in time. Join us, join us!"

"Hey everyone!" Aclima chimed in, her wings fluttering behind her as she moved to join the group. "Sorry to crash the party, but I heard there was good company and good food, so I couldn't resist."

Vaggie grinned mischievously. "Well, you're in luck, Aclima. Azura makes the best apple pie this side of Heaven!"

Azura blushed at the compliment. "Oh, you're too kind, Vaggie. But I do have some fresh pie baking in the oven. Should be ready soon."

Adam clapped his hands together. "Well then, let's not waste any time! To the dining table, everyone. It's time for a feast!"

With cheerful chatter and laughter, they all made their way to the dining table, where an array of delicious dishes awaited them, cooked lovingly by Adam and Azura.

-

After having their wonderful dinner, Vaggie made her way outside and sat on the porch. The gentle breeze rustled through Vaggie's hair as she sat on the porch, the soft glow of twilight enveloping her in a tranquil embrace. She gazed out at the sprawling expanse of farmland, the fields bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun.

As she watched the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant shades of orange and pink, Vaggie couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. From Lute's inexplicable unease to their unexpected visit to Azura's farmhouse, it had been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences.

A pair of warm arms snake around her and the weight of someone head was suddenly resting on her head.

"Hey Vagasaurus." Adam whispers in a gentle tone. "I heard from Emily that you quit sculpting."

Vaggie sighed softly, leaning back into Adam's comforting embrace. "Yeah, I did," she admitted quietly. "It just didn't feel right anymore, you know? Like I was forcing myself to keep going, but my heart wasn't in it. Just like all my other 'passions'."

"I wouldn't worry about that Vaggie. You have all the time in the universe to find your passion." Adam reassures her.

"But what if I never find it? I've spent decades trying to find it!" Vaggie confided, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "What if I'm just destined to drift through life without ever truly finding my purpose?"

Adam tightened his embrace, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of Vaggie's doubts. "I believe that it's out there, waiting for you to uncover it. And until then, you have all of us here to support you, every step of the way."

Vaggie presses her ear to his chest, listening to his calming heartbeats, her heart warmed by his words of encouragement. "Thank you, Dad." she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Adam's smile was soft and reassuring as he pressed a kiss to the top of Vaggie's head. "You'll never have to find out, Vaggie. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

"And if all else fails, you can always join your sisters as an exorcist." Adam chuckles with his suggestion. "Lute tells me that you're a natural with the spear."

"Maybe." Vaggie amuses at the thought. She loves her sisters dearly and the idea of joining them did hold a certain appeal. "But for now, I think I'll stick to exploring and figuring things out. Who knows, maybe I'll stumble upon my passion when I least expect it."

Adam nods in understanding, his eyes filled with unwavering support and pride. "That's the spirit, Vaggie. Keep exploring, keep searching, and never lose hope. Do what you feel is right and I have no doubt that your heart will lead you to incredible places."

Vaggie lets out a breath of contentment. She still remembers the warmth of his embrace when he first hugged her after she had died from the flood. How it assured her that everything will be fine.

Her Dad is amazing.

UNLIKE THOSE ASSHOLE 'PARENTS' OF HERS!

Her Dad will always be with her.

BECAUSE SHE WILL NEVER LET HIM GO!

Together.

FOREVER!

Notes:

I'm telling you guys that my sleep schedule is fine.

I promise that I sleep for at least an hour ... ish. 🥱

Sometimes when I'm feeling that need to push myself, I could go for an hour and a half! 🤯

I know. I'm quite the daredevil 😈

Chapter 32: The Desperation of Hell's Wrath

Summary:

Silly Jophiel, trying to cut in line.

Notes:

I didn't realize it till now but I'm almost at a hundred thousand words for this fic.

Yet it feels like I didn't really write that much. Hard to believe how far this story has come.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

2000 B.C

"This taste amazing Adam!" Emily praises as she takes another bite. "What did you call this dish?"

"Thanks Em!" Adam replies as he serves a bowl to Michael. "I call it grilled eel!"

"I'm so glad I dropped by today. The smell alone is just mouth watering!" Michael quips as he grabs his cutlery and digs in.

As Michael takes his first bite, the succulent flesh of the grilled eel melts in his mouth, releasing a burst of flavors that dance across his taste buds. The marinade, a perfect balance of salty and sweet, infuses every inch of the tender eel, enhancing its natural richness. The smokiness from the grill adds depth, complementing the delicate texture with a hint of charred perfection. Each bite is a symphony of sensations, leaving Michael craving more as he savors the delicacy crafted by Adam's skilled hands.

As Michael takes a swig of his beer, the amber liquid washes over his palate, its effervescence cutting through the richness of the grilled eel with a refreshing crispness. The beer's malty notes harmonize with the marinade, adding a subtle sweetness that accentuates the dish's flavors without overpowering them. Its slight bitterness acts as a palate cleanser, preparing him for the next delectable bite of eel. Together, the beer and grilled eel create a symphony of flavors, each sip and bite complementing the other in perfect harmony, making for a truly satisfying dining experience.

"Damn it Adam! At this rate, I can never eat food made with angelic power ever again!" Michael chuckled, wiping the corner of his mouth with satisfaction. "You've set the bar pretty high."

Emily nods in agreement, her eyes lighting up with delight as she savors the delicate interplay of flavors. The eel's tender texture contrasts beautifully with the slight char from the grill, adding a satisfying crunch to each mouthful. As she takes another bite, she notices how the flavors linger, leaving a lingering warmth that comforts her senses.

"You've truly outdone yourself Adam." Sera muses as she takes her seat at the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I haven't even tasted it and I already believe it to be delicious."

"Thanks mom!" Adam says with a proud smile, serving her a generous portion of the grilled eel.

Sera's gaze shifts to the dish before her, the aroma tantalizing her senses even before she takes a bite. With delicate precision, she lifts a piece of eel to her lips, savoring the moment before indulging in its flavors. The first taste sends waves of pleasure through her palate, the marinade mingling with the eel's natural essence in a dance of culinary perfection. Each bite is a revelation, a testament to Adam's culinary expertise and his deep understanding of ingredients.

"This is extraordinary," Sera declares, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I believe this may very well be my favorite dish."

"I want another helping Dad!" Aclima calls out, enthusiasm echoing through the room as she eagerly presents her empty plate. "This grilled eel is amazing!"

"Me first Dad!" Vaggie yells. "Aclima already had her seconds, I want mine!"

Adam laughs heartily at his children's playful banter, a sense of contentment washing over him as he sees his family enjoying the meal he prepared with love and care. He reaches for the platter of grilled eel, serving generous portions to Aclima and Vaggie, their eyes widening in anticipation as they eagerly dig in to their food.

As everyone was enjoying their lunch, they were suddenly interrupted when some loud knocking came from the door. Sera moves to answer and when she opens the door, she find Jophiel standing before her.

"Jophiel, Is something the matter?" Sera says. As far as she was concerned, Jophiel had no business with her or Emily that would warrant her coming to their house. "Are you here for Michael?"

"No, I was simply in the area and the aroma coming from your house was just divine." Jophiel says with a soft smile. "May I come in and try whatever is making that delectable aroma?"

Sera hesitates for a moment, unsure of Jophiel's intentions. She has a bad feeling about this but ultimately steps aside to allow her entry. "Of course, please come in. We're just enjoying some grilled eel that Adam prepared."

Jophiel steps into the warm interior of the house, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she takes in the sight and smell of the food. "Grilled eel, you say? How intriguing. I must admit, I've never had the pleasure of tasting such a dish."

As Sera closes the door, she returns to the dining area and introduces Jophiel.

"Adam, this is Jophiel, a seraphim like Michael, Emily and myself." Sera says.

"Nice to meet you Jophiel. I'm Adam." Adam greets her. His arm stretched out to shake hers.

"Oh, I know." Jophiel replies as she accepts his hand. "I know you VERY WELL Adam."

"... Okay." Adam says, feeling a little creeped out. "Have we met before?"

"I've met you in passing ... many times." Jophiel says with a wide smile. "Though you never noticed me. Can't blame you though."

"I see." Adam starts to sense something is wrong but pushes the thought aside. Sera and Michael trust her so he will trust her as well. "Come, let me introduce you to my daughters."

Adam points out and names Aclima, Vaggie and Lute to Jophiel. While Aclima and Vaggie nod and smile at her, Lute had a grim expression. Lute finally found the source of her discomfort when Jophiel glared at her. The last few decades of feeling like they were being stalked by an insurmountable threat was correct.

A FUCKING SERAPHIM WAS STALKING THEM!

"Sir!" Lute suddenly exclaims as she jolts up from the table, startling everyone. "Can I speak to you, now, in private."

"Uhhh, sure Lute." Adam replies. "Just let me serve Jophiel a bowl and I'll meet you in my room."

Lute nods and quickly makes her way to his room. Everyone decides to leave her be and return to their meal. Jophiel takes her seat and Adam serves her a bowl of grilled eel, though he can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers in the air. As he joins Lute in his room, he can sense her urgency.

"What's wrong, Lute?" Adam asks, concern evident in his voice.

Lute's eyes dart around the room before she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "That seraphim, Jophiel, she's dangerous. We need to get rid of her, now!"

"Lute, deep breaths, I need you to relax." Adam tries to calm her down. "We don't have the strength to fight a Seraphim. Besides, Jophiel is a friend of Mom and Michael, she isn't a threat."

"But Sir, the bad feeling I have been experiencing these past few decades stems from Jophiel!" Lute explains, panic in her voice. "She is dangerous!"

Adam steps forward and hugs Lute. "Lute, I understand you're scared, but we can't act rashly without solid evidence." Adam speaks softly, trying to soothe her frayed nerves. "Let's take a moment to gather our thoughts and figure out what's going on. Why do you think Jophiel is dangerous?"

Lute pulls away slightly, her eyes searching Adam's face for understanding. "I've always felt her presence, lurking in the shadows, watching us. It's like she's waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

Adam furrows his brow, considering Lute's words carefully. "But why would she wait? And if she's truly a threat, why hasn't she made a move before now?"

Lute shakes her head, frustration evident in her voice. "I don't know, Sir. But I can't shake this feeling of impending doom whenever she's around. We need to be cautious."

"Don't worry Lute. Even if she is dangerous, I'm sure she won't act out here." Adam assures her. "Mom and Michael are around so we're safe."

"I hope so Sir." Lute murmurs out.

They soon return to the dining room and find Jophiel staring wide eyed at a now empty bowl with bits of food over her mouth. Evidently, she had wolfed down the food after having her first bite.

Jophiel couldn't believe it. Her taste buds tingled with delight, savoring every last morsel of the grilled eel. She had never experienced such culinary perfection, each bite a revelation of flavor and texture that sent her senses into overdrive. Despite her celestial nature, Jophiel found herself utterly captivated by the earthly delight that Adam had prepared.

"Adam, this is absolutely exquisite!" Jophiel exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine admiration. "I must admit, I've never tasted anything quite like it."

Adam smiled warmly, relieved by her positive reaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jophiel."

Yes! She enjoyed every last bite! Why hadn't she realized before how perfect Adam was!? He is kind, talented, and his culinary skills are unparalleled. The more she knows of Adam, the more Michael seem lesser in comparison. Jophiel couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of admiration for Adam, his presence radiating warmth and kindness that enveloped her like a comforting embrace.

SHE MUST HAVE HIM!

"Adam!" Jophiel suddenly stood in front of Adam and grabs both of his hands to everyone's surprise. Staring into his golden eyes, she can no longer stop herself.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME!?"

...

Michael opens another beer.

-

While the trio in hell were enjoying their lunch, Eve suddenly jolts up from the table to Lucifer and Lilith surprise. Her expression grim and her eyes look haunted.

"Eve?" Lilith calls out. "Something wrong?"

"Is it the food?" Lucifer ask, slightly worried.

"Adam!" Eve cries out.

"Adam?" Lucifer and Lilith ask in unison.

"Adam! His chastity is in danger!" Eve says in a loud panicked voice.

Lucifer and Lilith exchange puzzled glances, unsure of what Eve meant by Adam's chastity being in danger.

"What do you mean, Eve? How is Adam's chastity in danger?" Lilith asks, her brow furrowing with concern.

"HE'S IN DANGER!" Eve cries out. "Those whores in Heaven are after MY ADAM!"

Eve grabs Lucifer and pulls him close. In a stern and angry voice, she shouts at Lucifer. "Summon Hannah, now!"

Hannah, one of Adam and Eve's last surviving direct children in hell. How she avoided the annual exterminations is a mystery. Knowing better than to try and stop Eve when she is in one of her moods, he does as she says and snaps his fingers. A bright light suddenly manifest beside them and Hannah form takes its place.

"Huh, where am I?" Hannah looks around confused. "Mom!? Why am I - Ahhhhh!"

"Come with me Hannah!" Eve angrily pinches Hannah's ear and drags her up towards the roof.

Once they made it to the rooftop, Eve forces Hannah to face towards Heaven. Eve than twist Hannah arm and pulls it behind her back, causing Hannah to scream out loud in pain.

"Scream Hannah! Scream for your fucking father!" Eve yells in her ear. "Tell him to get his ass down here if you want the pain to stop!"

"Ahhh!" Hannah screams in pain. "Fuck you mom!"

"LOUDER!" Eve yells. Pulling out a knife, she stabs Hannah in the thigh, causing her to let out a blood curdling scream.

"Dad! Help!" Hannah screams upwards to Heaven, her tears now pouring out. "Mom is crazy!"

"Don't tell your father that!" Eve slaps the back of her head. "Just be a good girl and scream for your father to get his ass down here!"

Eve punches Hannah stab wound, causing Hannah to scream even louder. "DADDY!"

Lucifer and Lilith watches on as Eve continues to torture her daughter.

"Should we stop her?" Lilith ask. "I don't think Adam will come down if he sees Eve torturing their daughter."

"He might." Lucifer says with a grin. "I say there is a fifty fifty chance that he might come. I say we let Eve cook."

"Lucifer! I need salt!" Eve yells back at him. "Now!"

Lucifer snaps his fingers and a bag of salt appears in Eve's hand. With salt in hand, she slaps the salt into Hannah's wound, causing her to shriek in pain.

As the scene unfolds in the depths of Hell, Hannah's cries echo through the infernal landscape, a testament to Eve's wrath and determination. Lucifer watches with a mixture of amusement and concern, his mind racing with thoughts of Adam's potential reaction to the unfolding chaos.

"I can't believe Eve's resorting to such extreme measures. His chastity truly must be in danger." Lilith murmurs, her gaze fixed on the scene before them. "Do you think Adam will actually come?"

Lucifer chuckles darkly, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I have no doubt he'll come. After all, it's his precious daughter in distress. And if there's one thing Adam can't resist, it's protecting his loved ones."

"Won't he hate us for doing this?" Lilith ask with a raised eyebrow.

"He already hates us anyway." Lucifer states. "So long as it get him down here. Then we just have to hold on to him, explain our reasoning and eventually he will forgive us."

"Hmmm ..." Lilith ponders but she does see the logic. "Yeah, you're right. Adam may be angry at first but once he sees Hannah appear as good as new tomorrow, he will forgive us."

They turn their attention when they hear a loud bone snapping noise coming from Eve and Hannah. Looking back at them, Eve had just broken one of Hannah's leg but Hannah could only muster a muffled cry for help and sob. Evidently, her voice has grown hoarse from screaming too much too fast.

"You useless bitch! No wonder you died single! Can't keep a man by your side when you're so WEAK!" Eve drops Hannah to the floor and kicks her in the gut. "You expect your father to rescue you when you can't even scream loud enough for him to hear!?"

Turning her attention back to Heaven, Eve shouts at Heaven. "ADAM! Don't fall for them! Those WHORES are full of disease!"

"MALARIA! LEPORSY! DYSENTRY! TUBERCULOSIS!" Eve yells out angrily. "ONLY MY PUSSY IS PURE AND ITS ALL FOR YOU!"

"Hey!" Lilith shouts.

"Fine." Eve says. "LILITH IS FINE TOO!"

A few minutes pass as the trio wait for a response. The only sound emanating was from Hannah muffled sobs.

"ADAM!" Eve yells in frustration. She grabs Hannah and tosses her over the roof. Her body impacts the ground below with a loud thud, leaving a now lifeless corpse.

"Fucking useless!" Eve remarks, her anger flaring. "She couldn't even scream loud enough for Adam to hear!"

"YOU'RE FUCKING MINE! YOU HEAR ME ADAM!?" Eve shouts to Heaven.

"MINE!"

Notes:

Chill pill anyone?

BTW, if you don't remember, Hannah is the daughter that told Eve that Adam was dead back in chapter 13.

Chapter 33: Heaven's Drama

Summary:

Conflict amongst the girls.

Notes:

HUGE THANKS to Angst_bb_angst for the amazing art!

I never thought my fanfic would receive so much love to warrant fanart but I was wrong.

Seriously, thank you all for the love and positivity!

 




 

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Chapter Text

Jophiel had spent a huge portion of her life in Heaven, only ever sparing a small amount of time on Earth for miscellaneous tasks. Throughout it all, she was only able to sense two forms of emotions in people. One being lust and the other being love. However, in this very moment, as she hold Adam hands and confess her love to him, she could suddenly sense a new emotion in her surroundings.

Bloodlust.

Fortunately for her, it wasn't coming from either Sera or Michael. Instead, it was coming from the other women in the room she is in. Adam so called 'daughters' were of no concern to her. The most concerning would be the one coming from Emily. If Emily chose to attack her right now, she would retaliate for sure but its the consequence that would come afterwards that concerns her.

Taking down Emily would likely lead to a conflict with Sera and Michael, potentially escalating the situation into something much larger than a mere altercation. Jophiel knew she needed to handle this delicately. She tightened her grip on Adam's hand, silently urging him to say 'YES' to her marriage proposal. Once he does, she will whisk him away to his new home where they will profess their love for each other and than some.

Soon she will find out where his erogenous zones are.

Looking into his golden eyes, Jophiel own eyes beg for an answer.

SAY YES ADAM!

-

Lute finally understood the threat that the Seraphim who just confessed their love had been posing over the past few decades. It wasn't a threat of violence or murder. No, it was much worse. She was threatening to take Adam away from her! Her purpose, her very essence, revolved around Adam. He was the linchpin of her existence, the one being she served with unwavering loyalty. And now, this newcomer, Jophiel, sought to disrupt that bond.

Her whole life, she was by his side and SHE LOVES IT. The joy and warmth he radiated as they walked throughout Heaven, his cooking that was unmatched in all of Heaven and sparring with him were the highlights of her eternity. She couldn't fathom a reality where Adam wasn't at the center of her existence. She can't let Jophiel take him away from her!

Lute stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with determination. She couldn't let Adam slip away, not after all they've been through together. She had to make him see, make him understand that his place was by her side, not with this interloper.

If Adam needed a wife, it should be her! She has been by his side and knows him the best. If he wasn't so shy, she would even accompany him in the toilet! There was no lengths she wouldn't go for him! Even when she had her concerns when they had their unexpected trips to Earth, she always put his happiness over the High Seraphim orders.

But what if Adam wants this?

What if Adam wants to say "yes." to Jophiel?

Should she step aside and wish him happiness?

Congratulate him and pat his back?

FUCK NO!

She vowed from the start to protect Adam! To overpower him one day! To prove she is better!

She can't do all that if Jophiel takes Adam away!

All her life she has followed Adam and served him the best she could but this time, this time she wants to be SELFISH.

ADAM IS HERS!

SHE BELONGS TO ADAM!

Right now, Jophiel is distracted. Lute could easily draw her sword and stab her right now. She is confident she can do it! Maybe not as fast as Aclima could but fast enough. STAB THIS HOMEWRECKER THROUGH HER THROAT!

But how would Adam react? Perhaps not positively. This isn't hell where she had free reign to kill.

The better option is for this to be resolved peacefully by Adam saying 'no.'.

Lute's own golden eyes watches his mouth. Wishing for him to say the one word that will put her mind at ease.

SAY NO SIR!

-

Aclima was stunned at Jophiel's sudden declaration of love and proposal of marriage. Her father, being single for centuries, is suddenly being proposed to by a seraphim and not just any seraphim.

THE FUCKING ANGEL OF LOVE!

Aclima's mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. Jophiel's confession of love and proposal threatened to upend the dynamic she had known her whole life. She had always been fiercely protective of her father, Adam. He was her rock, her guiding light, and the thought of someone else swooping in to claim him filled her with a mixture of fear and anger.

So what if she is the angel of fucking love!? She can't just come in here and take Dad away from her! Jophiel doesn't know him like she does! She spent her whole life with him! She was the one that continued his legacy! She was the one who understood him best! Even better than her own mother, his wife!

If anyone deserves to be his wife it should be her!

She was the reason that he was happy after mom had died! She was the reason he travelled the world and rediscovered his passion!

Aclima clenched her fists, feeling the surge of protective instinct coursing through her veins. She couldn't let this happen. She couldn't let Jophiel waltz in and steal her father away. Not after everything they've been through together. She glances to her father. She needed him to see the truth, to realize that his place was with his family, not with some angelic interloper.

SHE WILL NEVER APPROVE!

DAD IS HERS AND HERS ALONE!

SHE WAS THERE AT HIS LOWEST AND HIGHEST!

SHE WAS THERE WHEN HE DIED!

With a steely resolve, Aclima stepped forward, her wings unfurling behind her in a display of power and authority. She was about ready to pull Jophiel off of her Dad but paused.

Why does she need to act anyway? If he said 'no' like he should, than all will be well.

BUT WHAT IF HE SAID YES!?

...

He won't.

Aclima watches as the scene unfolds, confident that her Dad will say what she wants to hear.

SAY NO DAD!

-

Emily saw red. The spoon she had been holding had now bent to a perfect right angle.

Here she was enjoying a nice lunch with her family and future husband when all of a sudden, Jophiel decided to drop by which isn't bad in itself. The more the merrier after all. All seemed well with only Lute seemingly uneasy, until Jophiel did the unthinkable.

She declared her love for Adam and proposed marriage right in front of everyone. Emily's heart pounded in her chest, not from excitement or joy, but from sheer fury. How dare Jophiel waltz into her own home and try to steal her future husband! How dare she come in and try to claim his love! Jophiel hadn't once shown interest in him ever since he came to Heaven! She wasn't there when Adam first appeared at the pearly gates!

Emily glared daggers as Jophiel held Adam's hands.

ADAM'S LOVE BELONGS TO HER!

Adam was going to ask her out soon!

And propose shortly after!

All she had to do was wait!

From all the books she got and from the advice from the winners she talked to, they all said that he should make the first move and that he is shy.

Jophiel's proposal hung in the air like a heavy cloud, suffocating Emily with its audacity. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to contain her anger.

JOPHIEL CAN'T BRING HIM JOY LIKE SHE CAN!

JOPHIEL CAN'T LOVE HIM LIKE SHE CAN!

SHE IS THE JOY-BRINGER! NOT JOPHIEL!

Emily seethed with a mix of jealousy and possessiveness. Adam was hers, not Jophiel's. How dare Jophiel have the audacity to swoop in and try to steal her thunder.

She glanced at Adam, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. He couldn't possibly entertain Jophiel's proposal, could he? He must see through her facade, see that Emily was the one meant to stand by his side for eternity.

THEY SPEND EVERY YEAR IN EDEN TOGETHER!

ADAM AND EVE? ADAM AND JOPHIEL?

NO!

IT'S ADAM AND EMILY!

Emily took a step forward, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. She had to make him understand, make him see that she was the one who truly loved him, not some interloper who barely knew him.

Surely he will say no. Adam loves her after all.

Yes, he will say no and sooner or later, she will be the one on the receiving end of his love and proposal.

Emily watches the two with bated breath.

SAY NO ADAM!

-

Vaggie is pissed.

Who does this bitch think she is!? Just coming in here and proposing to her father without seeking her approval!

Her time with her father is already stretched thin as it is and now this bitch comes in wanting to be his wife!?

Vaggie's blood boiled with a fury that rivaled the infernos of Hell itself. She had always been fiercely protective of her father, Adam. He was the one stable presence in her tumultuous existence, the one person she could always rely on. The comforting warmth that has been with her since she died. And now, this angelic intruder had the audacity to try and steal him away.

Adam had always been there for her, guiding her through the trials and tribulations of life in Heaven. He was her confidant, her mentor, her everything. The mere thought of someone else trying to claim him filled her with a rage so potent it threatened to consume her.

HOW DARE JOPHIEL THINK SHE CAN JUST WALTZ IN HERE AND TAKE HIM AWAY FROM HER!

She doesn't need a mother!

ONLY DADDY!

Sure, she may not have been as vocal about her feelings as the others, but that didn't mean she loved her father any less. She had always been there for him, supporting him quietly in the background, ready to lend a helping hand whenever he needed it. She may not have the same flashy displays of affection as the others, but her love for her father ran just as deep.

Vaggie's fists clenched at her sides as she glared daggers at Jophiel. She was ready to step in and put a stop to this madness, to defend her father's honor and make it clear that he was not up for grabs.

...

But then, she hesitated. What if her father actually wanted this? What if he said yes to Jophiel's proposal? The mere thought sent a shiver of dread down Vaggie's spine. She couldn't bear the idea of her father leaving her!

Surely Aclima and Lute will never allow this. Her sisters love Dad as much as she did.

Yes! Dad will never abandon his daughters! Dad won't leave them for some homewrecker!

SHE WON'T ALLOW IT!

Her gaze shifted to her father, searching his expression for any sign of uncertainty. She needed him to say no, to reject Jophiel's proposal and reaffirm his commitment to his family.

Vaggie silently pleaded, her heart pounding in her chest.

Don't let her take you away from us.

SAY NO DAD!

-

Jophiel sudden proposal had thrown the peaceful lunch into chaos. Sera watched as Aclima, Lute, Vaggie and Emily reacted with a mix of fury and protectiveness towards Adam.

Sera mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. Jophiel's sudden declaration of love for Adam had caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but wonder what had prompted it. She had always known Jophiel to be reserved, keeping her distance from earthly matters. So why now? Why Adam?

Jophiel must be insane if she thinks Sera would allow this proposal to take place. Adam only just met her and knows nothing about her.

Sera doesn't entirely trust Jophiel intentions. She has never truly cared for humans or winners in general so this is highly unusual for the Angel of Love. Was there some hidden agenda behind her sudden declaration of love? Sera couldn't help but feel a sense of distrust creeping in, a nagging suspicion that Jophiel's intentions might not be as pure as they seemed.

Sera glanced at Adam, searching his expression for any hint of what he might be feeling. She knew him better than anyone, knew the complexities of his heart better than even he did himself. But in that moment, his face was unreadable, his golden eyes clouded with uncertainty.

On the one hand, if Adam gets remarried, he will be incentivized to stay in Heaven. Perhaps even forget all of his desires to return to Earth,

On the other hand, Adam may move out. If Adam moves out, that means less hugs, less cuddles, less love. Not only that, if he leaves, she won't get to enjoy his cooking anymore.

...

Yeah, she doesn't approve of this relationship. Her son is staying in this mansion with her.

Whatever Adam answers, she will not allow Adam to marry Jophiel.

SAY NO ADAM!

-

With beer in hand, Michael watches the chaos that is about to unfold before him.

Like the others, he hadn't expected Jophiel to suddenly propose marriage to Adam. Though he couldn't blame her. Adam truly is one of a kind. After all, Eve is still being loud about wanting him back during their annual meetings about the exterminations.

Credit where credit is due. Jophiel is straight to the point in what she wants. Michael had to give her that. But as he watched the reactions of the others, he couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement bubbling up within him. It was like watching a drama unfold before his very eyes, each character playing their part with such intensity.

He took a sip of his beer, savoring the taste as he observed the tension in the room. Aclima, Lute, Vaggie, and Emily were all clearly against Jophiel's proposal, each one fiercely protective of Adam in their own way. Sera seemed wary, her distrust of Jophiel evident in the way she scrutinized the angel of love.

Michael couldn't blame them for their reactions. After all, Adam was a beloved figure in Heaven, and the thought of someone coming in to disrupt the status quo was unsettling, to say the least.

If Adam gets married ... would he still supply him with beer and food? Because at this point, Michael can't live without it.

HE NEEDS HIS FIX!

But Michael had always been one to embrace change, to adapt to whatever curveballs life threw his way. And if Jophiel's proposal meant shaking things up a bit, well, Michael was all for it. It would certainly make life a bit more interesting, wouldn't it?

He chuckled to himself, taking another sip of his beer as he watched the scene unfold. Whatever happened next, Michael was sure of one thing: it was going to be one hell of a ride.

SAY YES ADAM!

Notes:

Never change Michael. Never change.

Chapter 34: Hearts in Conflict

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"Uhhh..." Adam stammered with uncertainty, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon him.

He doesn't understand what happened. He had only offered Jophiel a bowl of grilled eel and now she was asking for his hand in marriage!?

It had been ages since he entertained the idea of romance, and now someone was actually proposing to him!? Should he accept? Then again, he remembers Lute's distrust of her. She claimed Jophiel was the source of her unease for decades.

Jophiel, stalking them for decades? It sounded absurd. Surely, a seraphim of her stature had more important matters to attend to than shadowing the First Man and his Lieutenant.

She was stunning, her scent reminiscent of moonflowers. But this was the Angel of Love, so surely her intentions were pure, right? Perhaps accepting her proposal would lead to a life filled with boundless affection and joy.

...

But what if she was like Lucifer?

Leading him into love only to shatter it? Was she feigning affection, biding her time to steal or trick those he cared for?

Please, no.

He couldn't bear that agony again.

Eve and Lilith had already proved to him that love is never enough.

Discovering Eve's contentment in hell with Lucifer and Lilith had left him shattered.

But Sera and Emily had been his solace, mending his broken heart. Lute and her sisters had shown him the possibility of new love. Aclima proved that love endures through time, and Vaggie instilled hope within him.

If he lost them ...

But perhaps this may be a new opportunity for him. Eve has already moved on and yet he is still stuck, afraid of pursuing romantic love. Adam's mind raced, torn between the allure of Jophiel's proposal and the haunting specters of past heartaches.

Its been centuries since he even thought of romance ...

It would be unfair to Jophiel for him to say 'yes' when his heart isn't in the right place.

"Maybe." Adam replies to Jophiel. "I need some time to think about it."

...

"WHAT!?" Everyone shouts in unison, except Michael who only broke out in laughter.

"Dad, No!" Aclima exclaims with a look of shock. HE SHOULD HAVE SAID NO!

Without warning, Aclima suddenly pulls Adam away from Jophiel and to his room.

"Lieutenant! Guard the door!" Aclima orders as she pushes Adam into his room.

"Yes ma'am!" Lute replies. Once the door was closed, Lute stood in front of it, daring anyone to try and approach.

Back in the dining room, Jophiel was left standing, stunned that Adam had not said 'yes'. She, the very image of beauty, could quite possibly be rejected. NO! SHE MUST HAVE HIM!

Emily was about ready to break down into tears. Was Adam really going to leave her for Jophiel!? NO! JOPHIEL DOESN'T DESERVE HIM!

-

In his room, Aclima forces Adam to sit on his bed before rubbing her face in frustration.

"Dad! You can't seriously be considering marrying her right!?" Aclima ask in a loud voice. "You just met her today!"

"Why is that an issue?" Adam ask with a puzzled expression. "I met your mom just like that too."

"What?" Aclima ask, bewildered by his answer. Her dad met mom the same way?

"Yeah, you should know the history." Adam confirms. "Your grandma came to Eden and removed one of my ribs to create a wife for me. The next morning, I met your mother and the angels announced that the two of us would be husband and wife so ... yeah."

It suddenly all made sense to Aclima. Her father had no idea on romance because he was just assigned a wife. Much like his first wife as well, he was just introduced to Lilith and told that she was his wife.

"Oh my goodness." Aclima exclaims, realization dawning on her. "Dad, that's not how it works anymore! People don't just get married because they're told to."

"I know that ... for humans. I just figured that angels like to skip ahead." Adam replies. It made sense to him. Lucifer and Lilith practically got hitched within a week of them meeting.

Aclima shook her head in disbelief. "You can't just agree to marry someone you barely know. Relationships are about more than just being assigned a partner. It's about connection, compatibility, shared values, and love."

"Yeah and your mom and I had that. We just got married first." Adam replies. "Maybe it will be the same with Jophiel."

Aclima sighed, trying to find the right words to convey the complexities of modern relationships to her father, who seemed stuck in a different era. "Dad, I understand that's how it was for you back then, but times have changed. Love isn't something that can be rushed or arranged. It's about mutual understanding, trust, and genuine affection."

Adam furrowed his brow, contemplating his daughter's words. "But Jophiel seems sincere, doesn't she? Maybe there's something to her proposal."

"Dad, sincerity is important, but it's not the only thing that matters," Aclima gently explained. "You need to take the time to really get to know her, to see if your hearts align, if your dreams and aspirations complement each other. Much like we have!"

"You know what!? You're not allowed to marry someone else without my approval!" Aclima declares, pointing a finger at herself. "In fact! Forget Jophiel! We should get married!"

"You're my daughter! That's uhhh ... what do the winners call it ... incest!" Adam exclaims in disbelief. "It's supposedly bad!"

"You wanted me to marry Abel! How is this any different!? Besides, Seth and Azura are married and they're happier than ever!" Aclima retorts. "We've known each other the longest. Hell! I've known you longer than mom has known you! I know for a fact that we're compatible!"

"I LOVE YOU!" Aclima shouts, determination in her eyes.

Adam ponders her words. There are truth to her words, especially regarding compatibility and the depth of their relationship. Aclima had been his confidante, his rock, for centuries. They understood each other in ways no one else could. In so many ways, Aclima reminded him of Eve.

"I -" Adam was about to respond when Lute suddenly kicks open the door. After attentively listening to the conversation going on behind the door, she had to intervene.

"Sir! Don't listen to her!" Lute yells out. "I'm far more compatible than her!"

"Can it Lieutenant!" Aclima orders, angry that her moment was interrupted.

"With all due respect ma'am, fuck you!" Lute retorts. "Please Sir, I've been by your side since my creation. I WOULD DIE FOR YOU SIR! Surely, I am the better companion!"

"I LOVE YOU!" Lute shouts out with passion Adam has never seen Lute display before.

Adam sat in stunned silence, caught between his daughter's earnest plea and his lieutenant's unexpected outburst. Both Aclima and Lute were right in their own ways. Aclima, with her deep understanding of him, his history, and their bond forged over centuries. And Lute, fiercely loyal and steadfast in her dedication to him, always there to protect and support.

"I -" Adam was about to respond when Emily interrupts them. With the door wide open, she had heard everything that was transpiring and knew she needed to act. Flying into the room, she tackles Adam and looks into his eyes.

"Adam, I LOVE YOU!" Emily exclaims with tears in her eyes. "I love you more than any of them! Remember all the joy I brought you!? All the times we spent in Eden!?"

Caught in the whirlwind of emotions and declarations of love, Adam sat there, stunned, as Aclima, Lute, and now Emily vied for his attention and affection.

His heart felt like it was being pulled in three different directions. Each woman had a special place in his heart, each offering something unique and valuable. How could he choose between them?

"Hey!" Jophiel shouts as she enters the room. "Get away from him! I've spent over 13 decades watching him! He is mine!

"You what!?" Adam ask out loud. Flabbergasted by the revelation that a seraphim was watching him for over 13 decades. Lute was right!?

"I knew it!" Lute exclaims proudly. "See Sir, she is a threat!"

Emily quickly releases Adam and stands between him and Jophiel with her arms raised. "Stay away from Adam! His love belongs to me!" Emily shouts with a threatening pose.

"Step aside Emily! I know for a fact that none of you confessed to him before me!" Jophiel points out. "So he is mine!"

Lute tosses a spare spear over to Aclima and unsheathes her own rapier. Together, they come up to Emily side and focus their attention on Jophiel. Jophiel herself has her wings extended to its full length and her many eyes appearing over her hair and body.

All four were ready to clash when a sound of a portal opening up behind them can be heard. Turning around, they see Adam slip into the portal before it closes.

"ADAM!/DAD!/SIR!" They shout in unison.

"Look what you girls did! You scared the love of my life away!" Jophiel complains.

"Our life was fine until you showed up!" Aclima retorts, her spear still pointed at Jophiel.

"You're the one threatening Sir!" Lute backs up Aclima.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sera voices bellows throughout the room.

All four women fell silent at Sera's domineering presence. Sera stepped into the room, her aura commanding attention. Her eyes bore into each of the women, one by one, before finally settling on Jophiel.

"Jophiel, your actions have caused quite the commotion." she began, her voice firm but not unkind. "Love cannot be forced, nor can it be claimed. It blossoms naturally, nurtured by trust and understanding. As the angel of love, you should know this most of all!"

Turning her gaze to Aclima, Lute, and Emily, Sera continued, "And you three should know better! You must understand that love is not a competition. It is not about who can declare their affection the loudest, but who can demonstrate it with sincerity and respect."

Aclima lowered her spear, her expression softening as she listened to Sera's wisdom. Lute followed suit, sheathing her rapier.

"I will not allow this situation to devolve into violence. Adam loves you all and would be heartbroken to see any of you hurt." Sera states in a stern voice as she looks on with disappointment. "I am going out to find him. When I return with him, I expect the situation to have been resolved with a PEACEFUL resolution."

"Michael. Watch over them." Sera orders as she leaves the house to find Adam.

"Sure Sera." Michael nods before going to the room with Vaggie. Entering the room, the four women that were just shouting at each other earlier have now settled down and there was an uncomfortable silence. Summoning a cooler with a snap of his fingers, he places the cooler in the middle and starts handing out beers to each of them.

"Alright ladies, let's talk."

-

"SETH!" Adam calls out as he bangs on the door of Seth and Azura's farmhouse. "AZURA!"

Within seconds, Azura opens the door and Adam quickly stumbles in. "Dad, What are you doing here?"

"You look like shit Dad." Seth states as he guides Adam over to the sofa.

Adam collapses onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, running his hands through his disheveled hair.

Azura and Seth exchange a concerned glance before sitting down beside their father, ready to listen.

"It's about love." Adam begins, his voice filled with uncertainty. "Jophiel, the angel of love, proposed to me today. And then everything just spiraled out of control."

Seth raises an eyebrow. "Proposed? Like, marriage?"

Adam nods solemnly. "Yes, exactly. But before I could even process it, Aclima, Lute, and Emily all started ... declaring their love for me. And then there was this whole confrontation, and I just ... I had to leave."

Seth could only smile at the news. He was so proud of his Dad being so popular with women! And it was nice to hear that his sister finally made her feelings known to him.

Azura's expression softens with sympathy. "That sounds intense, Dad. But why did they all suddenly confess their feelings?"

Adam lets out a weary chuckle. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. It's like everything just came crashing down at once."

"Start from the beginning." Azura encourages with a smile. "What happened with Jophiel?"

"I met her earlier today and offered her a bowl of grilled eel." Adam recalls. "Later, she proposed to me."

"Awww, that's cute!" Azura squeals. "I knew your cooking was always the best but to have the angel of love propose to you over it?"

"That's amazing Dad! How long have you two been together?" Seth ask with a small smile.

"Uhhh ..." Adam recalls. "About an hour."

...

Both Azura and Seth's eyes widen in shock. "What?!" they exclaim in unison.

"You only met her today!?" Seth ask. "As in literally!?"

"Yeah." Adam confirms. "But apparently, she has been observing me for the last 130 years."

"Dad NO!" Azura exclaims. "She is no good for you! SHE IS A STALKER!"

Adam finds himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions as his children express their concerns. He rubs his temples, trying to make sense of everything that had transpired.

"But what if she's sincere?" Adam muses aloud, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, she's the Angel of Love, right? Shouldn't I trust her intentions?"

"THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEAD!" Seth exclaims, exasperated at his father's idea of romance. "Dad, I love you but this is just -"

Azura shakes her head, her expression serious. "Dad, you can't base your decision solely on her title. You barely know her, and proposing after just meeting you? That's ... it's not normal."

Seth placed a comforting hand on his father's shoulder. "Well, first things first, you need to figure out what you want, Dad. Do you even have feelings for Jophiel?"

Adam paused, contemplating Seth's question. "I don't know." he admitted. "I mean, she's beautiful and all but I only just met her. Lute doesn't like her."

Azura nodded in agreement. "And what about Aclima, Lute, and Emily? Do you have feelings for any of them?"

Adam hesitated, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "I care deeply for all of them," he confessed. "But I don't know if it's romantic love or just ... love, you know?"

Azura places a comforting hand on Adam's shoulder. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Dad. Love is complicated, especially when you're caught off guard like this."

Seth nods in agreement. "Yeah, and it's not something you have to figure out right this second. Take some time to process everything, and then decide what you really want."

As the three of them talked, a soft knock was heard coming from the door. Azura heads over and open the door a crack. Peering through, she sees its her grandma.

"Grandma." Azura acknowledges with a nod.

"Azura." Sera replies with a nod. "I know my son is with you. May I see him?"

"Maybe." Azura says sternly as she narrows her eyes at Sera. "Only if HE WANTS to see you."

Sera was amused and proud. Here Azura was, ready to deny her if Adam didn't want to see her. Sera chuckled softly, appreciating Azura's protective nature.

But Sera wants to see her son and NO ONE IS STOPPING HER!

Azura suddenly felt a sense of dread overcome her. A new fear manifested in her that if she denied her grandma entrance, she will force her way in.

Sera's gaze softened as she looked at Azura. "I understand your concern, Azura. But please, let me talk to him. My son needs me."

Azura hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let Sera enter. Sera nodded her thanks and entered the room where Adam and Seth were sitting.

"Dad, Grandma's here to see you." Azura announces as she steps back into the room.

Adam's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of Sera. "Mom?" he says softly, his voice filled with a mixture of emotions.

"Son, we need to talk."

-

Fortunately for Michael, he didn't have to share too much of his beer with the ladies. Apparently, they were all lightweights. After two or three bottles, all of them were crying their hearts out. Michael watches the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and sympathy. He had never seen these usually composed women so vulnerable before. It was a stark reminder of the power of love and the depths of emotion it can stir.

"I'm so sorry Lute!" Aclima exclaims as she and Lute hug. "I'm just jealous that you get to *hic* stay by his side all the time! It's why I instigate our sisters to challenge you so you spend more time at the training grounds and away from Dad!"

"It's alright, ma'am. *hic* I understand!" Lute exclaims as she tightens the hug. "I'm sorry too ma'am! Whenever Sir and I are together, I'm always trying to prove that I'm the better daughter by talking shit about you!"

"I've always been jealous of your relationship with him." Lute sniffles, her eyes watery. "You're his daughter, his blood. I could never replace that. I'M JUST A FEATHER! I wasn't even created by his hands!"

Emily, wiping away her tears, joins in the embrace. "Adam means the universe to me." *hic* "But I don't want to lose you two! You're like my sisters! I wish I could bring joy to everyone!"

"Me too Emily. I don't want to lose you two too." Aclima announces. "Emily, you're like the best younger sister I've ever had. You remind me so much of Hannah! And you Lute, I may be jealous but I know my Dad is safe with you by his side!"

"You're the best ma'am!" Lute cries out. "You could always talk to Sir for hours on end about your adventures on Earth and I can't help but be interested in them too!"

As the tears flowed freely, the weight of their emotions lifted slightly. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing pent-up feelings that had been festering for too long. Each woman found solace in the arms of the others, their shared love for Adam uniting them despite their differences.

As the three embraced and shared their feelings, Michael had to deal with an inconsolable Jophiel.

"Why Michael!? Why won't he love me!?" Jophiel chokes out between sobs as she hugs Michael. "I didn't mean to cause such chaos. I just wanted to express my feelings."

"By proposing marriage?" Michael ask, unamused.

"HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY 'YES'!" Jophiel shouts. "This is the first time I ever felt love and I didn't want to lose that feeling! And now he ran away!"

"There, there Jophiel." Michael says as he pats her back. "Look on the bright side, he didn't say 'no'."

As Vaggie watches, she can't help but ask the obvious. "Why don't you just share Dad? Dad always said that sharing is caring."

All four women look towards Vaggie with bewilderment, as if she just said the most outrageous thing. Hearing it, they suddenly sobered up.

"Share him!?" Aclima exclaims, incredulous. "Are you serious, Vaggie?"

Vaggie nods earnestly. "Yeah, why not? Dad has enough love for all of you. And you all clearly love him too! Honestly, what changes if you all become his wife? We all live together, sleep in the same bed almost every night. Sounds to me like nothing changes."

Plus they will finally stop bugging her on who is the better mother figure. She has told them time and time again that she doesn't see any of them as her mother figure. She needs ONLY DADDY!

The other women exchange uncertain glances, trying to process Vaggie's suggestion. It was certainly unconventional, but in a strange way, it made sense. Adam had always been a source of love and comfort for them all, and maybe sharing him wasn't as outrageous as it initially seemed.

For Emily and Lute, this surprisingly made sense to them. All their conflict would mostly be resolved and they could finally kiss Adam on the lips like they always dreamed of.

But for Aclima, she knew what could change and seeing Lute and Emily expressions tell her that they were still oh so innocent. Smirking to herself, Aclima intends to keep that one aspect of a wife to herself.

"But wait!" Emily turns to Michael with a puzzled look. "Isn't polygamy against the rules?"

"No, it isn't. Sure, its frowned upon but it's not against the rules." Michael explains. "Cheating is against the rules but its not cheating if all of you are his wives."

"That's ... actually not a bad idea," Emily admits tentatively, wiping away her tears. "I mean, we all care about him deeply. And if sharing him means we can all be happy, then maybe it's worth considering."

Lute nods in agreement. "Yeah, I can get behind that. As long as Sir is happy, that's all that matters."

Aclima, though still hesitant, couldn't deny the logic behind Vaggie's suggestion. "I guess ... it's worth discussing." she concedes reluctantly.

Jophiel, still sniffling, looks up with hopeful eyes. "You mean ... you would be willing to share him with me?"

"NO!" All the other women shouted in unison.

"We're not trusting some stalker!" Lute exclaims with a look of disgust.

"You tell her Lute! We were here first!" Aclima supports Lute with a proud look.

"I'm sorry Jophiel but I don't trust Adam with you." Emily apologizes with a bow.

"I don't care! I'll have him all to myself than!" Jophiel declares. "Just you wait and see! When he comes back, he'll accept my proposal!"

Now more than ever, Jophiel is fueled with spite. Ready to take Adam for herself and watch these women cry their heart out in misery.

Michael lets out a big sigh as he thinks about all the nonsense he has to deal with.

"I need more beer."

Notes:

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Chapter 35: Heartstrings Tugged

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It is said in the Pride Ring that there are only two sounds made that you should fear. One being the bell chimes that come from the Heaven's embassy, signaling the arrival of the exorcist army. Fortunately for the sinners that inhabit this ring, it was only an annual occurrence.

Is it the sound of the King and Queen of hell that sinners fear? No. They don't fear them as the duo hardly interacted with their citizens. Only ever displaying their power every now and than to remind people why they were on top.

What sinners truly fear is the sound of the First Father's name being screamed throughout the Pride Ring for it signals the wrath of the First Mother. Unlike the exorcist army that only shows up annually, the wrath of the First Mother has no schedule. And so far, all attempts to appease her have resulted in failure.

Eve's rampage throughout the pride ring is unmatched. Buildings would topple, the ground would tremble beneath her furious steps, and the very air would crackle with energy as she unleashed her wrath upon the sinners. No corner of the ring was safe from her fury; her presence was felt in every shadow, every whisper of the wind.

Today was an especially bad day for Eve for the feeling of Adam's chastity being in danger had multiplied four fold. No longer able to contain her rage, she vented her anger by attacking the city.

As the sinners cowered in fear, whispers spread like wildfire, tales of those who had crossed paths with the First Mother and respawned the next day to tell the tale. They spoke of her eyes, ablaze with furious rage, and her voice, booming like thunder, echoing through the streets like a divine proclamation as she screamed out the name of the First Father.

"ADAM!" Eve yells out as she trudges through the city. Slamming her fist into a nearby building and sending shockwaves rippling through the structure. The sinners, trembling in hiding, dared not to breathe as the echoes of her wrath reverberated through the streets.

"GET DOWN HERE AND FUCK ME ADAM!" Eve slams her fist through a wall and grabs a sinner inside. Not caring who it is, she tosses the sinner upwards towards Heaven. Of course, she doesn't have the strength to actually send the sinner all the way up but he gets pretty high.

The sinner soon lands with a loud thud on one of the many buildings rooftop. Regaining his senses, he looks up and sees Lucifer and Lilith in front of him.

"My King!? My Queen!?" He yells in surprise before Lilith kicks him off the roof. Sending him down to the ground below.

"Ugh, I got sinner blood on my shoe." Lilith looks at her foot in disgust. "Honey?"

"I got it." Lucifer snaps his fingers and her foot becomes sparkly clean.

"Thank you." Lilith leans down and kisses his cheek. "How long do you think Eve anger will last this time?"

"I'll give it a full day." Lucifer says as he watches Eve destroy the support pillar of one of the many buildings around, making it collapse.

"Help!" A sinner scampers out of the collapsed rubble but unfortunately for her, Eve was in front of her. "No, please!"

Eve grabs the unfortunate sinner by her neck and starts squeezing hard. The air quickly escaping the sinner's lung and her face turns blue.

Another sinner charges at Eve with a knife to try and save his friend but Eve quickly uses the female as a shield. The knife stabs into the female sinner and Eve grabs the stunned male sinner by his head and slams him into the ground.

"ADAM!" Eve cries out again. "YOU'RE NOT SINGLE! I'M YOUR FUCKING WIFE!"

As Eve's rampage continued, chaos consumed the Pride Ring like a wildfire, leaving destruction and despair in its wake. Sinners scattered like frightened mice, seeking whatever shelter they could find amidst the crumbling buildings and trembling streets. Many have never prayed before but they quickly got down on their hands and knees and prayed for the First Father to save them.

Meanwhile, high above the chaos, Lucifer and Lilith observed with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. It wasn't often that Eve's tantrums reached such levels of ferocity, but when they did, it was always a spectacle to behold.

"Should we stop her?" Lilith asked, her voice tinged with concern as she watched Eve wreak havoc below. Poor Eve just misses her Adam.

Lucifer shook his head. "No, let her tire herself out. She'll eventually exhaust her fury and return to her senses. Besides, it's always amusing to watch the sinners scurry like ants when she's in one of her moods."

"I bet she'll personally kill over 200 this time." Lilith says with a smile. "Too bad about that skyscraper she just demolished. I always liked that one."

"Don't worry, I can always make another." Lucifer replies with a grin. Eve rampage usually allows him to remodel the city. Hopefully to a better one that will please Adam once he visits.

"ADAM!" Eve screams in rage.

"At least she didn't go after Lu Lu World." Lucifer smiles.

-

"Please give us some privacy." Sera ask Seth and Azura. They both look to their father who only nods.

"We'll be in the other room if you need us Dad." Azura assures him. Seth pats Adam shoulder before the two of them take their leave.

Sera takes a seat across from Adam. Once she made herself comfortable, Sera pats her lap, signaling for Adam to come over and sit on her lap but to her surprise, he shakes his head.

"Adam?" Sera asks in surprise.

"I'm sorry you came all this way mom but I'm not in the mood to - ahhh!" Adam was suddenly lifted by a white light that Sera had somehow surrounded him without his notice and brought him over towards herself. He lands on her lap where Sera wings quickly envelops him. Her hands pressing his head against her chest.

SHE WILL NOT BE DENIED!

"Talk to me Adam." Sera says, in a gentle motherly tone.

The signature line that Adam has failed time and time to resist. Adam's resistance melted away under the gentle yet firm touch of Sera's embrace. His head nestled against her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Please mom, I don't want to talk." Adam pleads as he tries to escape her embrace.

"I'm sorry Adam, but the girls are very worried about you." Sera says as she holds him tightly. "You did just leave unexpectedly, though I can't blame you for doing so."

"Are you mad?" Adam ask as he looks up at her.

"No Adam, I'm not mad." Sera assures him. "I just want to resolve this situation. I hope Michael is holding down the fort properly."

So many centuries Adam hasn't thought about romantic love and now within a day, he is confronted by so much.

"Can't I just hide out here?" Adam ask. "At least until it blows over?"

"You can't run from your problems Adam." Sera states as she caresses his cheek.

YOU'RE NOT STAYING ANYWHERE ELSE BUT AT OUR HOUSE!

"I don't know what to do mom. So much is happening at once." Adam replies as he scratches his head in frustration.

Sera quickly reaches her hand up and stops him from doing so. "Adam. That's why I'm here. We're going to talk things out until your feelings are resolved. Okay?"

Adam pulls back a little to look into her eyes for a brief moment before nodding his head and leaning back onto her chest.

"Okay than, let's start with Jophiel." Sera says as she gently pats his back. "Tell me, do you like her?"

"I don't know ... I don't hate her at least but I do feel creeped out by her after she said she had been watching me for 13 decades." Adam says as he recalls to her confession earlier. "Not only that, but Lute doesn't like her too."

"Than why did you say 'maybe' earlier?" Sera ask. "Why not say 'no'?"

"I thought maybe she might be like Eve. After we get married, our relationship would work itself out." Adam explains.

Damn that Eve. Sera wishes that she and the others had never created her, or at least kill Lucifer and Lilith and stop their corruption from reaching her. BANISHMENT WAS TOO KIND!

"Adam, no." Sera shakes her head. "The angels and I put you and Eve in such a situation because we believed it was the best way to ensure humanity's survival. And it was until Lucifer got involved." She gently lifts his chin so he can look her in the eyes.

"Adam, relationships don't just 'work themselves out' after marriage. If you're feeling uneasy about Jophiel and if Lute shares those sentiments, it's worth exploring why." Sera explains.

"But Eve -" Adam wanted to continue but Sera puts a finger to his lip.

"Adam, if they did 'work themselves out' after marriage, you and Lilith would still be together." Sera says. Adam could only sit in silent contemplation. Sera was right. If he applies the same logic to Lilith than he would still be with her.

"But I can tell there is something else about Jophiel that is bothering you." Sera continues. She remembers that flicker of fear in his eyes as Jophiel held his hands. It was subtle but she recognized it. The same fear that had gripped him when he had those nightmares. That same fear she saw in his eyes when he first came to Heaven and tried to run away from her.

NEVER AGAIN!

"I don't want to talk about -" Adam tries to look away but Sera grabs his chin and forces him to look at her.

"Look at me Adam." Sera demands in a stern voice. "You know you can tell me anything. So tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Adam is reluctant to say. He tries to squirm but Sera tight grip on him doesn't allow him much movement.

"Adam, you're not going anywhere till you tell me." Sera says. "Don't you trust me?"

Letting out a sigh, Adam surrenders to his mom. "I'm afraid that Jophiel ... will be like Lucifer." Adam reveals.

"In what way?" Sera ask. Jophiel being like Lucifer?

"I'm afraid she wants me to love her ... only to leave and take all of you with her." Adam admits with sadness in his voice. It was clear to Sera that Adam was afraid of being discarded like Eve had supposedly done to him.

"Adam." Sera paused, holding her son's gaze with a mixture of understanding and concern. "I can see why you might feel that way, given your past experiences with Eve, Lilith and Lucifer. But Jophiel isn't them, and you aren't defined by your past."

"But what if she was just tolerating me like Eve? What if she takes you away from me? I can't -" Before Adam can continue, Sera pulls him in tightly.

"Adam, I will NEVER leave you. I promised you that before and I'll do it as many times as you need to hear it." Sera proclaims. "I love you son and no one, human or angel, will stop me from loving you." NOT EVEN YOU!

Sera and his children words wrap around Adam like a warm embrace, soothing his fears and doubts. He feels the weight of her love, steady and unwavering, grounding him in the present moment. For so long, Adam had carried the burden of abandonment, the fear of being left behind once again. But in Sera's embrace, he finds solace and strength.

"Thank you." Adam whispers, his voice barely audible amidst the rush of emotions swirling within him.

"Back to the matter at hand, do you like Jophiel?" Sera ask once more. "Do you want to marry her?"

"... I guess not. At least not now." Adam admits after pondering for some time. "I would like to know her though, she did say she liked me."

"That's fine Adam, however, you need to promise me one thing." Sera says as she looks into his eyes with fierce determination. "You mustn't move out. You will stay with me in the mansion. Even if you get married. You will stay. Understood?"

Adam blinks in confusion. "Stay forever in the mansion? I never planned on moving out before."

"I know Adam but I need your promise." Sera states. "Promise me Adam."

"Okay." Adam says, a little hesitant. "I promise never to move out."

"Good." Sera felt relief after hearing his promise. Now he is safely secured in her home and under her watchful care. With Adam's promise, Sera felt a sense of reassurance that she could protect him from any potential harm or abandonment.

"Now, setting Jophiel aside, what about Emily? Do you like her?" Sera ask.

If Adam marries Emily, it would put Sera mind at ease greatly. For one, the two people she loves most would be together and happy. Secondly, Adam would finally move on from the trauma of Eve and extinguish any thoughts of him going to hell.

"Of course I like Emily, she is just a bundle of joy. I'm ... happy when she is around." Adam says with a uneasy smile.

Sera didn't miss that pause and quickly eyes him suspiciously. "Adam, tell me the truth. What is wrong with Emily?."

"What? No! ... Nothing is wrong with Emily. She -" Adam tries to write it off but Sera wasn't having it.

"Tell me Adam." Sera says sternly as she looks into his eyes. For a minute, no words were said but Sera felt it. A subtle shiver in his wings. It was all that was needed to be said for her.

"You're still upset over Emily breaking your wing. Aren't you?" Sera ask. Her right arm gently caress his left wing sending shivers down Adam spine.

Adam reluctantly shifts his gaze back to Sera, the weight of her concern pressing down on him. He can't hide his discomfort, and the memories of that painful incident resurface, causing a flicker of unease to cross his face.

"It's not that simple, Mom." Adam begins, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "Yes, Emily broke my wing, but it wasn't ... for a bad reason. She didn't mean to."

"But it still hurt you." Sera interjects softly, her eyes searching his for the truth he was reluctant to admit.

Adam nods, the memory of that day still fresh in his mind. The searing pain, the sense of betrayal, and the lingering fear that such an event could happen again. "Yes, it did hurt. But I know Emily didn't do it out of malice. I don't hold it against her."

"I know it hurts Adam." Sera says as she tightens her hug. "Just know she did it for the right reason. If you hadn't tried to leave Heaven, none of it would have happen."

"But my descendants -" Adam tries to reason.

"Were mostly bad people." Sera interjects. "If Emily hadn't stopped you, you would have saved people like Vaggie's parents who don't deserve your kindness or mercy."

"But what about the good ones? What about those who did deserve a chance?" Adam asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sera sighed, her expression softening. "Adam, I know you want to save everyone, but you can't carry the burden of the world on your shoulders. The Flood was a necessary evil to cleanse the world of its overwhelming corruption. Fortunately, the few good ones became winners much like Vaggie."

Adam closed his eyes, the memories of that time flashing through his mind. The screams, the terror, the feeling of helplessness as he watched his descendants perish. It was a nightmare that haunted him, a reminder of the heavy price of not stopping Eve from eating the apple.

"But I can't forget them." Adam murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't forget their faces, their pleas for mercy. I can't forget that I could have done something."

Sera's heart ached for her son, her hand reaching out to gently lift his chin. "Adam, save your love for those who deserve it. Not the ones who would only lead you to heartache. Those people were no better than Lucifer, Lilith and Eve."

Adam met her gaze, his eyes filled with unshed tears. Sera pulled him into a tight embrace, her wings enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. "I know, my son. I know. But you have to let go of the past. You have to forgive yourself."

Adam clung to her, his body trembling with the weight of his sorrow. "How do I do that? How do I let go?"

Sera held him tighter, her voice a soothing whisper in his ear. "You take it one day at a time. You focus on the present, on the people who love you. On your children, on me. And you remember that you're not alone.

As Adam slowly began to calm down, Sera continued to hold him, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of his emotions.

"Do you want to marry Emily?" Sera ask.

Adam took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Sera's question pressing down on him. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, memories of past traumas intertwining with the present moment. He loved Emily as family, that much he knew. But the pain and fear that lingered from their shared history made it difficult to see a clear path forward.

"I ... I don't know, Mom," Adam finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I care about Emily a lot. She's been a constant in my life. But every time she holds me, I can't help but think back to the flood. I don't know if I can ever truly move past that."

Sera nodded, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "It's okay to feel that way, Adam. Healing takes time, and it's not something you can rush. The important thing is that you're honest with yourself and with Emily about your feelings."

JUST NEVER LEAVE AGAIN!

"Now how about Lute? Do you want to marry her?" Sera ask as she strokes his back gently, urging him to speak.

"Mom ... I really don't know." Adam replies, his emotions in a whirlwind of conflict.

"It's okay Adam, you can tell me." Sera ask, not letting up. She is determined to have Adam spill everything out.

"In a way, she reminds me so much of Eve." Adam admits as he feel his heart wrench. "Lute is always by my side much like Eve had been. Eve always wanted to be with me and wants to spend every moment with me ... at least, I thought she did."

"I love them her, but ..." Adam pauses, the words from Lucifer in his nightmare still haunt him.

'Lute and those pathetic daughters you call exorcists. They love you because they were MADE TO LOVE YOU! Give them a choice and I bet none of them will stay with you!' Adam recalls his hurtful words.

"Mom, you created Lute to watch me, to always be with me." Adam says. "She doesn't love me or at least, if she had a choice, she won't love me."

"Adam. I created Lute and gave her the duty to watch over you, yes." Sera confirms to him. "However, I never instructed Lute to love you. She CHOSE to love you."

Adam looked up at Sera, his eyes searching for any hint of deception. He wanted to believe her, to find solace in her words, but the lingering doubts gnawed at him.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. "How can you be certain that Lute's feelings are genuine and not just a result of her creation?"

Sera's expression softened, and she cupped his face gently in her hands. "Adam, I have watched Lute closely over the centuries as she did her duty. I've seen the way she looks at you, the way she cares for you. Her love is as real as mine or your children's. She wasn't programmed to love you; she chose to because of who you are, not because of any divine mandate."

"Lute loves you as much as Aclima does. Though Aclima perhaps more so." Sera muses. "Speaking of Aclima, do you wish to marry her?"

For Adam, this was the hardest one to answer. His own daughter who has been by his side since her birth. His mind swirling with the complex feelings he harbored for his daughter. Aclima had always been special to him. She shared his passion for discovery and had been his steadfast companion through countless adventures. She was the reason he still carried a smile after Eve had passed.

The idea of marrying her felt both comforting and deeply unsettling.

On the one hand, he cherished Aclima's presence in his life, her unwavering support and love. Her eccentric behavior that made him laugh and smile. She understood him in ways no one else did, sharing his joys and his burdens with equal fervor.

On the other hand, the thought of taking their relationship to a romantic level made Adam feel afraid. If he ever lost her, he couldn't bear the heartbreak. Aclima had been his rock, the one constant in his life after Eve. The fear of ruining what they had, of losing the pure and unconditional love they shared as father and daughter, weighed heavily on his mind.

But the most pressing matter for Adam? Aclima inherited her emerald eyes from Eve. Every time he looks into them, he's reminded of how happy he once was and the love he shared with Eve. But it also reminded him of Eve's betrayal and the pain it caused him. The fear of history repeating itself looms over him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow on any potential future with Aclima.

While Aclima is her own person, separate from Eve, she reflects her mother so much."

"I ... I don't know, Mom," Adam finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love Aclima more than words can express, but I'm afraid. Afraid of losing her, afraid of tarnishing what we have."

Once again, Lucifer words ring in his head. 'Aclima? What choice does she have? She wasted half her life being with you out of PITY! Her pathetic father who can't function once his wife passed away and into my arms!'

Was that it? Did she offer marriage to him out of pity?

"But what if Aclima doesn't truly love me? What if she's just staying out of obligation or pity?" Adam ask, afraid of the answer.

Sera's heart ached for her son, knowing the depth of his insecurities and the scars left behind by past betrayals. She squeezed his shoulder gently, her voice filled with warmth and conviction. "Adam, Aclima loves you. I've seen it in the way she looks at you, in the way she cares for you. She chose to stay by your side out of love, not obligation. You've raised her to be independent, to make her own choices. If she didn't want to be with you, she wouldn't be."

Adam nodded, but the fear still lingered in his eyes. Sera continued, her voice gentle but firm. "You have to trust her, Adam. Trust that her feelings are genuine."

Adam took a deep breath, trying to let Sera's words sink in. The fear of losing Aclima, of repeating the past, was overwhelming. But he knew his mother was right. He had to trust, not only in Aclima but in himself.

Sera smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Adam's forehead. "Adam. If nothing else, I want you to know that my love for you is genuine. You can TRUST me."

Adam nodded again, feeling a bit lighter. "Thanks, Mom."

"You don't have to decide anything today Adam. Just take it slow and do what you feel is right." Sera assures. "And if you have any trouble, I'm always here for you."

As they sit in comforting silence, Adam feels a glimmer of hope. Maybe things could work out, as long as he had his family by his side.

"Let's go home Adam." Sera states as she finally releases him from her embrace and allow him to stand.

Seth and Azura return to the living room and say their goodbyes.

"Don't worry dad! If nothing else, you will always have a place in our home!" Seth assures him with Azura nodding along.

"Come back soon Dad! You still need to teach me how to make that Carbonara!" Azura cheerfully says.

Adam smiles, feeling the warmth and love of his children, and knowing that he is not alone in facing his fears and uncertainties. "I will, Azura. I promise."

With a final hug from his children, Adam leaves their home, feeling a sense of peace that has eluded him for so long.

-

Stepping through the door, Adam was surprised when a flying Jophiel was heading straight towards him at an alarming speed. He was saved when Sera reaches her hand out and stops Jophiel mid flight.

"Adam! Do you accept!? Do you accept my proposal!?" Jophiel ask out loud as she struggles in Sera's grip.

Shaking his head, Adam denies her. "I'm sorry Jophiel, I can't accept your proposal."

"WHAT!?" Jophiel shouts out. "But I know everything about you Adam! I've watched over you for so long. I know your likes, your dislikes, your habits. I can be your perfect wife!"

"But I don't know anything about you." Adam responds. "I would like to get to know you, as a friend."

"But thats -" Jophiel wanted to protest but Sera leans down and whispers into her ear.

"Either you start off as friends or never see Adam again." Sera threatens her in a firm tone. Jophiel's eyes widen in surprise at Sera's words, realizing that she was serious.

"Fine," Jophiel mutters, her wings drooping in defeat. "As you wish, Lady Sera."

She had watched him for 13 decades. This was still progress and Adam didn't shut her down completely. She'll play Sera's game and be friends with him. Sooner or later, he'll fall for her charms.

THAN SHE'LL NEVER LET HIM GO!

With a resigned sigh, Jophiel backs away, her disappointment evident.

Once they see Jophiel back away in defeat, Emily, Aclima and Lute bound towards Adam.

"Adam!/Dad!/Sir!" They shout in unison, catching Adam off guard when just earlier today they were fighting.

"Yes?" Adam replies hesitantly, afraid he was going to have to break three hearts.

"We've all decided to marry you!" Emily exclaims gleefully as she grabs his hand.

Adam blinks in surprise at the sudden declaration, feeling a mix of shock and confusion wash over him. He looks between Emily, Aclima, and Lute, his mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events.

"Wait, what?" Adam stammers, his eyes widening in disbelief. "All three of you want to marry me?"

"Yes, Dad!" Aclima chirps excitedly, her emerald eyes sparkling with anticipation. "We've discussed it among ourselves and we all agree that we want to be with you forever!"

"And you're all sure about this?" Adam asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "You've thought it through?"

"Absolutely, Sir!" Lute declares with a confident nod. "We love you and we want to spend the rest of our lives with you. Together."

"We understand if you need time to think about it," Emily adds, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "But we wanted to make our feelings clear."

Adam's mind races as he tries to process the implications of their declarations. Marrying one of them was already daunting, but three? It was overwhelming, to say the least.

"I ... I don't know what to say," Adam admits, feeling at a loss for words. "After the whole incident with Jophiel, I need some time to think about it."

The three women exchange glances, their expressions a mix of disappointment and understanding. They had expected Adam to need time to process their proposals, but they couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed that he didn't immediately accept.

"That's okay, Dad." Aclima says softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Take all the time you need. We'll be here for you, no matter what you decide."

"In the meantime, the three of you can decide who will get the first kiss." Michael says with beer in hand as he joins everyone by the entrance with Vaggie in tow.

Aclima scoffs and says with a proud look. "Of course I'll be the one."

"Like hell you are!" Lute retorts. "I'm the first one Sir will kiss!"

"What!? It should be me!" Emily exclaims.

"Like hell! His first kiss will belong to me!" Jophiel joins the fray once more.

"Stay out of this you creepy stalker!" Aclima yells.

As the four of them argue, Michael could only laugh and enjoy the show that had instigated.

"Want to go to the zoo Vagasaurus?" Adam asks Vaggie who had come up to his side.

"Yeah Dad, lets go." Vaggie holds his hand, excited to go to the zoo with her dad again.

"Coming mom?" Adam turns to ask Sera.

Sera smiles and nods. As she follows them out she turns around and looks back at Michael. "I'm sure MICHAEL will handle things here."

Michael went from a happy expression to one of dread. He had not expected Sera to leave him alone with the ladies again. With a resigned sigh, Michael braces himself for the chaos that is about to ensue as Sera, Adam and Vaggie depart for the zoo.

As the door closes behind them, Michael shakes his head, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, looks like it's just you and me again, ladies." he mutters to himself, steeling himself for another round of negotiations and shenanigans.

Ready to tackle the problem before him, he snaps his fingers and summons his cooler once more the same way he did earlier. However, his worst fears had been realized.

He was out of beer.

Notes:

Might be the longest chapter I ever wrote at over 5000 words.

Chapter 36: A Sister's Bargain

Summary:

Another year, another extermination.

Notes:

Welp, I've somehow ended up in a rivalry with MalaMari (First Man Down) so I'm going to need ALL THE KUDOS!

First Man Down is a great fic and if you haven't read it, I highly encourage you do so.

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Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1999 B.C

The trio from hell are sitting on their rooftop around a table with a tea set for it was that time of the year again. Every year Eve had thought of poisoning the tea but always refrained from doing so. This year however, she came very close to doing so.

Soon enough, the bell tolls from the Heaven embassy. A portal soon opens up and hundred upon hundreds of exorcists start pouring out and race their way towards the city with Lute leading the charge.

"How many do you count this time?" Lilith ask as she sips her tea.

"Slightly over 3000." Lucifer states as he watches the exorcists.

"And here comes my 'daughter'." Eve says with a scowl on her face and venom in her voice.

The last exorcist to leave through the portal didn't join her sisters towards the city. Instead, she flew towards the trio and eventually landed before them. Eve's most hated daughter was here once again.

"Aclima." Eve greets with narrowed eyes.

"Mom." Aclima says with a small nod.

Without another word, she takes a seat at the table and pours herself some tea.

Eve wants nothing more than to scream at her daughter. To curse, swear, kick, MUTILATE! but refrains from doing so. The treaty was in effect, and should they harm her, Michael would become a force to be reckoned with, which isn't a problem they want. The treaty also prevents Aclima and the exorcists from targeting the trio, as Lucifer could get involved and kill the exorcists.

Many years ago, the trio had come to the conclusion, albeit with a lot of resistance from Eve, that engaging in a screaming contest with Aclima wasn't beneficial. Instead, they opted for a more cordial approach. During one of the exterminations, they prepared tea and snacks and simply waited for Aclima to arrive. When she did, she was wary, but with each passing extermination, she gradually let her guard down and eventually started readily joining them.

It took a lot out of Eve not to devolve this into their usual routine but Aclima was one of the few ways she could get information about Adam so for the time being, she tolerates it. But her feeling as of recent has been eating away at her psyche and she NEEDS ANSWERS!

Aclima enjoys provoking the trio. She would like nothing more than for her mom, Lilith or Lucifer to harm her in some way. Than Michael could finally rid the three of them or at the very least, give them a very bad time. However, she knows better than to risk it. If the injury she sustains is substantial and her Dad discovered her hurt, she was sure he would go to extreme lengths to find out how and why.

Eve clears her throat before sipping her tea. "Aclima, sweetie. How is your father? What has he been up to lately? Specifically, 2 months ago, the last week of the month."

Aclima smirks. This year was going to be a very short reunion.

Although subtle, the trio had leaned forward, eager to hear her answer. Eve's warning about Adam's chastity being in danger has plagued their minds ever since her outburst.

"How oddly specific. Why ever are you concerned about that time period?" Aclima ask in mock confusion.

Eve can feel her blood pressure rising. YOU FUCKING KNOW WHY YOU BITCH!

Before Eve could burst, Lilith places her hand on Eve's and squeezes.

"Well, we have our reasons," Lilith interjects smoothly, her voice calm and soothing like a balm to Eve's burning anger. "After all, family matters are always of interest, don't you think?" She gives Aclima a knowing smile, hoping to coax the information out without further antagonizing Eve.

Aclima takes a slow sip of her tea, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Of course, family matters are always ... significant. Especially as of late." She sets her cup down delicately, her gaze never leaving Eve's. "But you know, if you want to know about Dad's activities, you could always ask him directly."

...

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot you were in hell." Aclima says with a mocking grin.

Now Lilith was also starting to feel her blood boil. HOW DID EVE BIRTH SUCH A SMUG BITCH!? SHUT UP AND TELL US ABOUT ADAM!

"Eve, Lilith, let's not lose our composure." Lucifer says, his voice a silken purr that soothes and menaces all at once. "Aclima is our guest, after all. Though, Aclima," he continues, turning his gaze toward her with an intense scrutiny, "it would be a shame if this pleasant day were to be marred by unnecessary provocations."

Aclima's smile falters ever so slightly, and she takes another measured sip of her tea. "I'm merely stating the obvious, Lucifer," she replies, her tone maintaining a facade of innocence. "Surely, you understand the complexities of our family dynamics. After all, you were the cause to begin with."

Lucifer eye twitches. He wants nothing more than to wipe that smile off her face but he knows, if he hurts Aclima, Adam will never forgive him. WE NEED YOU ADAM!

The tension at the table thickened, the air almost crackling with the suppressed animosity. Aclima’s smirk was barely concealed, and it took every ounce of Eve's willpower not to lash out. Lilith’s grip on her hand tightened, a silent plea for restraint despite her own growing rage.

"Aclima, as my 'favorite' daughter, please tell me about your father." Eve says through gritted teeth.

"Wow mom, that's the first time you ever called me that." Aclima grins, ready for what is to come. "You must be truly desperate to know more about Dad and his ... love affairs."

"HIS WHAT!?" Eve shouts as she stands and flips the table. No longer able to contain her anger.

Aclima jumps back in time, as the table sails past her and off the roof, tea spilling everywhere on the floor.

"Wow mom, is that how you treat your favorite daughter?" Aclima ask sarcastically.

"You bitch!" Eve finally relents. "What happened with your father!? Tell him to get his ass down here and into my loving arms!"

"And why would I let my future HUSBAND meet a hussy like you!" Aclima says with a smirk as she flies in place. "I would invite you to the wedding but looks like you're already booked in hell for all eternity."

Aclima smirk widens as she hovers in the air. "But don't worry, Mom, I'll be sure to send you a postcard." She waves mockingly before turning to fly back towards the city, leaving the trio seething with frustration.

Lucifer runs a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. "That went well." he mutters sarcastically.

"ACLIMA!" Eve shouts at her retreating form.

"Eve! what are you -" Eve picks up Lucifer and throws him like a javelin towards Aclima which she swiftly dodges. Lucifer forgetting that he had wings, crashes face first into the ground roughly 200 meters away.

"Too bad you missed Eve, but I think that's a new record." Lilith congratulates Eve as she admires the distance that Lucifer travelled.

"We should have poisoned the tea." Eve snaps, pacing back and forth.

-

As Aclima flew towards the city, she spots someone trying to catch her attention. By the outskirts she sees a sinner waving their arms. With spear in hand, Aclima flies down to meet with this unfortunate sinner who dares make herself an easy target.

Landing in front of the sinner, Aclima can't help but find her presence oddly familiar. A feeling she hasn't felt since she killed Nathan during the first extermination. It doesn't matter. She readies her spear, about to thrust it into the gut of this sinner.

"Aclima!" The sinner shouts.

This gives Aclima pause. After the first few exterminations, there were hardly any sinners that knew her name. Only the trio from before should know her name.

"Aclima!" The sinner repeats once she sees that Aclima had stopped in her tracks. "It's me, Hannah!"

Aclima blinks, not expecting to see one of her sisters to still be alive after all this time. Still though, sister or not, she has a job to do. Bringing up her spear once more, she was ready to attack.

"Wait please!" Hannah begs. "I want to talk about our mom!"

Now this was a topic that interested her. While she did enjoy provoking her mom during the exterminations, she always wondered what she does for the rest of the year.

Aclima lowers her spear slightly. "What about her?" Aclima asks, her voice a mix of curiosity and caution.

Hannah proceeds to explain to her everything that Eve had done to her. From the torture and how she was forced to scream for her Dad.

Aclima couldn't help but laugh. Her mother truly thought that Dad could hear any of that!? She must truly be desperate.

"So you want me to kill you? Put you out of your misery?" Aclima ask. "Because I would have done it anyway without you calling out to me."

"No, I want to live!" Hannah exclaims loudly.

"Ma'am! I got her!" Lute arrives, ready to strike at Hannah but Aclima stops her mid strike. "Ma'am!?"

"Stand down Lute. I want to hear what she has to say." Aclima orders sternly.

Lute hesitates, glancing between Aclima and the sinner before finally lowering her weapon, albeit reluctantly.

"I know how much you hate our mom and I share that hate! She has been summoning me to her castle more and more often to take her rage out on me." Hannah says. "But I also know you LOVE hearing how much of a mess she is."

Hannah takes a deep breath and continues. "Let me live and every year I'll tell you what the trio are up to."

Aclima considers her proposal. Hearing about how desperate her mom has become has been cathartic and she gets to hear what nonsense she is trying every year. All she has to do is spare her sister, her sister whom she had no beef with.

"Do you have a house somewhere?" Aclima ask, lowering her spear.

"Ma'am! She is a sinner!" Lute exclaims in disbelief. "We have to kill her!"

"It's called negotiation, Lute," Aclima replies calmly. "And sometimes, deals can be more valuable than a simple execution."

Lute hesitates for a moment before reluctantly obeying. Satisfied, Aclima turns back to Hannah.

"I live on the outskirts, west of the Pride Ring, an area Lucifer hasn't or rather isn't expanding the city in to." Hannah points westward. "I live there with my husband in a cottage."

"Husband?" Aclima ask, surprised by the news. "I didn't know you had one in life."

"I didn't." Hannah states. "I met him in hell."

"Well congrats on that I guess." Aclima says. "So for news on our mother, I spare you and your husband?"

"Yes!" Hannah nods. "And one more thing!"

Lute quickly draws her sword and places it at her neck. Shocking Hannah and making her freeze in place.

"Don't push your luck you filthy sinner!" Lute warns, ready to kill.

"Stay your blade Lute." Aclima orders. "What is your other condition?"

With Lute's blade withdrawn, Hannah finally gets the courage to speak.

"Please, I want to eat Dad's cooking again!" Hannah begs.

Aclima and Lute look at her with a mix of surprise and amusement. It was an unexpected request, but it wasn't entirely unreasonable.

"Dad's cooking?" Aclima repeats, her expression softening slightly.

"Yes, please!" Hannah pleads earnestly. "I miss it so much. HELL FOOD SUCKS!"

Aclima exchanges a glance with Lute, silently communicating their thoughts. Finally, she nods. "Fine. But only because you're my cute little sister." Aclima reaches up and pinches her cheeks. "I'll get you a week worth of Dad's food."

"Thank you Aclima!" Hannah says with tears in her eyes. Finally, she can actually have good food!

Aclima nods before turning to Lute. "Lute, go get the leftovers."

Lute hesitates but soon nods and heads back to Heaven.

"Why are you in hell anyway Hannah?" Aclima ask with a puzzled look. "I don't recall you doing anything bad. At least while you lived with us."

"I had sex." Hannah states. "Lots of it."

Aclima blinks, bewildered by her bluntness. "So?"

"It was with many of our sister's husbands." Hannah clarifies.

"Yikes." Aclima says. "So you're a serial cheater?"

"Yeah." Hannah replies. "Couldn't find the one I loved till I came to hell."

-

The door to the meeting room in the embassy flew open and a knife sailed through the air, planting itself in the back of the room. Had Michael actually been in the room, the knife would have gone between his eyes. He would have caught it but anyone else probably wouldn't have been so lucky.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!? WHERE IS ADAM!?" Eve shouts as she storms into the meeting room and up to Michael's hologram.

Michael, unfazed, simply sips his beer. "Just like I've told you countless times before, Adam is in Heaven."

"Get him down here!" Eve sternly says. "As his WIFE, I demand he come down and see me!"

"His wife?" Michael raises his eyebrow. "He could do so much better."

Eve lets out a high pitch screech and tries to punch Michael but her fist simply goes through his hologram. She doesn't stop however and continues flailing against Michael's hologram. Lucifer and Lilith soon arrive into the room and calm Eve down.

"Might I ask, why are you so agitated?" Michael ask with an amused smirk. "Usually, you are calm for the first five minutes before we get to this stage."

"It's Adam!" Eve yells in frustration.

"Of course it is." Michael states. "What is it this time?"

"Adam is being approached by some whores! My position as his wife is being threatened!" Eve says aggressively. "TELL THEM AND ACLIMA TO FUCK OFF!"

"I see, so Aclima has told you?" Michael states with a grin. Aclima had already informed him of their conversation in hell. This will be fun. "Firstly, you are his ex-wife."

"HE IS NOT FUCKING SINGLE!" Eve yells as she throws a glass cup at his hologram.

"Secondly, you don't have to worry. No ONE is taking the wife position." Michael says with a smirk.

Eve lets herself feel relaxed upon hearing the news as she sinks back down into her chair. She always knew that bitch Aclima was a liar.

"About four of them are vying for that position." Michael announces with a grin.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Eve shoots up from her seat. "Who are they!?"

"Adam is getting married?" Lilith ask with a slight worried expression.

"No he fucking isn't!" Eve yells. "HE IS MINE!"

"WAS yours." Michael quips before receiving a chair to his hologram. Still, he sits unfazed and unaffected.

Eve stares angrily at Michael's hologram. If looks could kill, he would have been obliterated a thousand times over. Her chest heaves with each furious breath, but she knows Michael is unflinching in his calm demeanor.

Michael leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying Eve's rage. "You're not making a compelling case for yourself, you know." he said lazily.

Lucifer, who had been quietly observing the scene with his arms crossed, decided it was time to intervene. "Michael, enough. Eve, you need to calm down. This isn't helping anyone."

Eve spun around to face Lucifer, her eyes blazing with fury. "Calm down!? My marriage is being torn apart and you want me to calm down!?"

Eve seethed, her fists clenched at her sides. "How can I be calm when my entire existence is being threatened by a bunch of sluts vying for Adam's attention!? ONE OF THEM IS ACLIMA!"

Lilith quickly moves to Eve and hugs her tightly and pats her head. "Shhh. It's okay Eve." Lilith coos.

"No! No, its not fucking okay!" Eve yells as she cries into Lilith's shoulders. Fifteen minutes pass before Eve finally regains her composure.

"So anyway, back to our meeting." Michael states as he looks at Lucifer. "The numbers, please."

Lucifer snaps his finger and a sheet of paper with numbers appear on the table in front of Michael.

"Looks good." Michael smiles. "Another fruitful extermination."

"Now tell us about Adam!" Lucifer demands, slamming his hand on the table, trying to assert some authority. ADAM IS THEIRS!

"Relax. Adam isn't getting married." Michael says as he relaxes into his chair. "At least, not anytime soon."

"He isn't?" Eve looks to Michael, finally hearing some good news from the second angel she hated the most.

"Nope." Michael states.

"Than what was Aclima talking about earlier when she talked about a wedding?" Lilith ask, now very curious.

"Well, she and a few others have asked for Adam's hand in marriage." Michael explains.

"And he rejected them!? YES! I knew Adam still loved me the most!" Eve celebrates as she looks up to the ceiling. "Don't worry honey! Your little rib is still pure and all for you!"

Both Lilith and Lucifer let out a sigh of relief. Their future husband is still safe. AND SOON THEIRS!

"I didn't say that." Michael says with a smirk. "Adam didn't say 'no'."

"WHAT!?" The trio from hell shout in unison.

"He needed some time to think and I don't know for how long but I suspect I'll be hearing wedding bells soon enough." Michael says with a smug look before letting out a hearty laugh.

Lilith conjures up a fireball with the magic she has been recently learning from Lucifer and throws it at Michael to no effect.

"Well that's new." Michael muses and snorts when Lilith throws more fireballs at him.

Lilith's mind raced with thoughts and emotions as she watched the flames dissipate harmlessly against Michael's hologram. How could Adam even consider marriage to someone else? Didn't he understand the depth of their connection? The bond they shared?

They were made for each other! They were suppose to be together! Yes, she left him for Lucifer but they were still meant to be together! SHE WON'T BE DISCARDED! SHE MUST HAVE ADAM!

"Tell you what. I'll throw you a bone and tell you the name of one of them." Michael smirks as he watches all three of them writhe with rage.

"WHO!?" They shout in unison.

"Jophiel." Michael replies immediately.

Lilith and Eve were still angry but unlike them, Lucifer gave pause for he knew the name. His pause didn't go unnoticed by the two women and they turn to look at him.

"Who is Jophiel!?" Lilith ask aggressively.

"I'LL KILL HER!" Eve says with murder in her eyes.

"Jophiel." Lucifer says. "She is the angel of love. A seraphim."

"And she isn't the only seraphim who proposed marriage to Adam." Michael added. "See you guys next year!"

"Wait! -" Lucifer shouts but Michael's hologram dissipates, leaving the trio alone in the embassy.

"FUCK!" The trio shout in unison.

-

"Honey! I'm back!" Hannah enters her house carrying bags of food that Lute had given her.

"Where were you!? You know its extermination day!" The man shouts as he approaches her and takes the bag away. The smell of the food wafts throughout the house.

"What the -" The man inspects the bag. "Is this ... it's dad's cooking!?"

"That's right honey! I made a deal with Aclima!" Hannah announces gleefully. "She'll won't target us during E-day and she'll give us a week worth of Dad's cooking!"

"That's awesome! I haven't had Dad's cooking since ..." The man pauses, recalling the painful memory of his past. Hannah notices and caresses his cheek.

"I know. I know." Hannah assures him. "Look, let's not ruin this dinner with bad memories. We both fucked up."

"You're right! We finally have some decent food!" The man exclaims. "Let's eat!"

"I'll set the table." Hannah moves to the dining room but was stopped when the man suddenly hugs her from behind.

"I was so afraid of losing you. Please don't do that again." The man begs.

"I promise." Hannah says with a look of sympathy.

"I love you Hannah." The man turns her around and kisses her forehead.

"I love you too, Cain."

Notes:

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Chapter 37: A Liberating Chase

Summary:

Another year in good old Eden.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Emily always enjoyed spending time in Eden with Adam. He had told her before that there was always something new in the Garden to discover, and now, well over a thousand years, he was still amazing her with his discoveries, whether it be something physical or an experience she had never had before. Like this year, Adam had given her a type of chili spice to try.

On their first night, as they sat by a small campfire, Adam produced a small amount of crimson powder that he had harvested and crushed. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he sprinkled a pinch onto their evening meal. The resulting heat had made Emily's eyes water, but the explosion of flavor was something she relished, a stark contrast to the subtle and gentle tastes she was accustomed to in Heaven.

The water in her eyes soon became tears of joy as she watched Adam laugh and smile. As they savored the spicy meal under the starry sky, she felt a newfound excitement coursing through her veins, a sense of liberation from the tranquility that had defined her eternity in Heaven.

With each bite, she felt a surge of warmth spreading through her body, not just from the fiery spice, but from the exhilarating rush of trying something new, of embracing the unexpected flavors that life had to offer.

Adam truly was her world. He brought joy to everyone around him and this time, she wanted to make his time in Eden far more memorable.

Recalling the events of two months prior, when they had collectively proposed marriage to him, she felt a strong desire to be the source of Adam's greatest joy, yet it seemed like a formidable challenge. Unlike Aclima, she lacked a deep shared history with him, and she didn't enjoy the near-constant presence in his life that Lute did thanks to her duties as a seraphim. And now with Jophiel in the picture, she couldn't help but question whether her love could measure up against that of the angel of love.

As Emily laid in his arms under the stars during the second night, she thought hard on what her next move is. Her advantage was that every year she could spend 3 days in Eden with Adam and already tomorrow will be their last day. She needed to get closer to him. To deepen their bond even more.

SHE NEEDED HIM!

So she recalls to her history lesson about Adam's time in the garden. Sera had taught her what had transpired in Eden and how the humans and Lucifer acted. Adam seemed to be the same as history has taught her so she racks her brain to find something that could help her connect with him. Than she remembers an important fact.

During their time in the garden, they were always naked with the exception of Lucifer.

That was it! She'll surprise Adam when he wakes up tomorrow! She'll remind him of his days in Eden with a playful twist. Emily decided they could shed their garments and revel in the freedom, just like Adam had experienced in the Garden.

-

Adam treasures his visit to Eden every year. Each journey to this sacred place was more than a mere pilgrimage; it was a reconnection with the the primordial essence of life. Eden was a realm untouched by time, where the air was perpetually filled with the fragrance of blossoming flowers, and the rivers flowed with crystalline purity. The true beauty of nature.

Every step he took in this hallowed garden was a reminder of the world's original perfection. The trees, laden with fruits of every kind, offered sustenance and wisdom, their leaves whispering ancient secrets in the gentle breeze. The lush greenery was a tapestry of creation, alive with the vibrant energy of life in its most harmonious form.

While it was only 3 days annually, it was always the happiest time for him.

Since Emily had joined him, he always had fun showing her the wonders of the Garden and teaching her to live like a human of the past. To fully immerse themselves in the experience, Adam and Emily had vowed to keep their wings away, opting to use their limbs to walk and climb.

Emily took all he taught to heart and embraced the simplicity and purity of their time in Eden. Her laughter mingled with the songs of birds, and her curiosity mirrored that of a child discovering the world anew.

Together, they marveled at the wonders around them, finding joy in the simplest of things: the delicate flutter of a butterfly, the gentle rustle of leaves underfoot, and the serene beauty of the starlit sky at night.

Today was their third and last day in Eden before they had to return to Heaven and Adam wanted nothing more than to return.

Why?

Because Adam is hiding from Emily.

Why?

All had been well until the morning of the third day when he woke up and Emily was standing in front of him with the biggest grin he has ever seen on her.

"Good morning Adam! Ready for another day in the garden!?" Emily squeals in delight.

"Where are your clothes!?" Adam exclaims, blushing and trying to shield his eyes from the stark naked Emily.

"Clothes? We don't need clothes!" Emily excitedly says. "I want us to bond even more and I thought I remind you of the good old days!"

Adam's heart raced, a mixture of panic and confusion flooding his mind. He wasn't prepared for this level of intimacy. Despite spending centuries together, he still found himself taken aback by Emily's boldness.

"Emily, I ... I appreciate the sentiment, but ... we can't just ..." Adam stuttered, desperately searching for the right words.

"We can't?" Emily says with a puzzled expression. "Why not?"

Adam could barely take it. Ever since he entered Heaven, he and everyone around him had been fully clothed all the time. But now as he looked at Emily's naked body, he felt a tumult of conflicting emotions. It has been years since he had sex or even seen a woman naked.

On one hand, she was still the innocent flower he had grown to cherish, and he couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility he felt towards her. He didn't want to tarnish their bond by giving in to his carnal desires.

On the other hand, there was a primal urge stirring within him, a desire awakened by the sight of her bare form that he hasn't felt since his nights with Eve.

"Adam?" Emily steps closer, her alluring body enticing him further.

"I ... I got to go!" Adam scrambles to his feet and bolts off into the forest, not caring which direction he was going.

"What!?" Emily exclaims as she watches Adam leave. She was stunned at his reaction and couldn't understand why.

Was it her body? Did she get some part of it wrong?

Emily looks over her body but is sure she got the female anatomy right. Breast, vagina, slender waist and the inner workings that had been taught to her about human females.

So why did he run?

...

Oh, he is shy! Of course! It's been more than a millennia since he has been naked. It must have been quite a shock for him.

Or maybe, he has forgotten how to live life without clothes? Yes! If she can rekindle that feeling in him, she is sure that it will allow him to connect back to his roots on a whole new level and bring him the ultimate joy!

With a newfound look of determination, Emily takes off after Adam, ready to coax him out of his clothes.

BY FORCE IF NECESSARY!

Though a part of her wishes that she could use force for some reason.

SHE WANTS TO TEAR OFF HIS CLOTHES!

HE'LL LOVE HER BECAUSE SHE BRINGS HIM JOY!

-

While Adam may have rejected Jophiel initial proposal of marriage, she wasn't giving up. She had spent the last two months continuing to observe him but with some improvement in their relationship as she would occasionally drop by and ask him out for a cup of tea. The only problem being that Lute still didn't trust her and insisted that she be with him.

But Progress is still progress after all.

And now, Adam has gone into Eden with Emily and those two are together.

ALONE!

It's been two days and Jophiel hates that she can't see Adam. Jophiel continues to sit in the same spot where the two had left via the portal Sera had created. She wants nothing more than to teleport into Eden and be with him. Unfortunately, Eden is a closely guarded secret, only a select few seraphim are allowed to know of it's location. Thus, only Sera, Michael and Uriel knew how to portal in or out.

Before meeting Adam, she wouldn't have cared for that information, but now, she would give ANYTHING for that info. If she had it, she would portal in and the two of them could recreate their own version of Adam and Eve.

A much better one!

ADAM AND JOPHIEL!

Maybe she could convince Sera to allow her to go with Adam to Eden next year instead of Emily.

As Jophiel was lost in her thoughts, a feeling of dread suddenly overcame her. While she could not see the two of them directly, if she focused all her power into it, she could still sense their feelings of love and lust. For the first two days, nothing had changed.

But something concerning has happened on the third day. Emily feelings of lust has suddenly spiked and a small seed of lust has manifested itself in Adam.

Jophiel's heart sank as she felt the surge of emotions from Emily and Adam. It was as if a storm was brewing in Eden, and she feared the consequences of its unleashed passions. Her mind raced with thoughts of intervention, of finding a way to steer their course away from this dangerous precipice.

But she couldn't.

Was this Emily's plan all along!? To get the two of them into Eden and when they were alone, she would force him to love her!?

THAT BITCH!

-

"Adam!" Emily calls out in a happy voice. "Oh Adam! Where are you!?"

Adam swallows nervously, sitting on top of a nearby tree, he watches Emily calling out for him. It was fortunate that they both vowed not to use their wings. He was pretty sure Emily would have caught him if she had her wings.

Adam's heart raced as he watched Emily's figure darting through the foliage below. He couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over him in her presence, especially now, knowing that she was actively seeking him out to fulfill her antics.

Despite his initial reluctance, a part of him couldn't deny the allure of Emily's suggestion. The thought of shedding the constraints of clothing and embracing the freedom of his Edenic origins was enticing. He missed those carefree days of old.

But there were risks, uncertainties that clouded his mind. What if it stirred dormant desires that threatened the peace they had found in each other's company? What if their intimate encounter changed their relationship for the worse?

They've been coming to Eden for years, why has Emily suddenly changed? Why did she remove all her clothes?

Could she have eaten the apple from the forbidden tree!? But that can't be right. Eating the apple made Eve and Lilith want to wear clothes. Is it the opposite for angels?

What matters now is that he needed to avoid Emily for the next few hours. Sera will soon create a portal and they will be back in Heaven.

"Adam!" Emily calls out again in her warm and cheerful voice. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

But her next line suddenly came with a dark undertone.

"I WANT TO HELP YOU ADAM!" Emily yells. "FREE YOU FROM YOUR CONFINES!"

That sounded very ominous to him.

"FOUND YOU ADAM!"

-

"Sera!" Jophiel shouts as she teleports into Sera's office. To teleport into her office must mean that something serious has occurred.

"What is it Jophiel?" Sera ask, slightly alarmed.

"I believe Adam and Emily are in danger!" Jophiel says.

Sera's expression immediately shifted to one of concern. "What happened? Explain everything."

Jophiel quickly recounted her observations of Emily's spike in her emotions while they were in Eden. She described the sense of dread she felt as if a storm of passion was brewing between them.

After listening to Jophiel, Sera looks at her with a puzzled look. "So you believe that an uptick in their emotions warrants me bringing them out of Eden early? You do know how much Adam loves Eden, right?"

"Yes, I understand that, but I fear that this sudden shift in their emotions could lead to unforeseen consequences." Jophiel explains urgently. "Please Sera! I know I'm right!"

"Sera is inclined to believe her. The angel of love has never approached her in such a frantic fashion before. So perhaps there is some merit to her words. Then again, Sera did find Jophiel sitting where she had last created the portal for Adam and Emily, staring off into space over the last two days. Perhaps she is only imagining it?"

Still, she won't compromise their safety. The exterminations were over and the exorcists have already cleaned themselves up so it was safe to bring them out of Eden.

"Very well." Sera reluctantly agrees. Snapping her fingers, she teleports both Jophiel and herself away.

-

Emily's determination had turned into a relentless pursuit. She chased after Adam through the lush foliage, her mind ablaze with a singular purpose. She was determined to break down his barriers, to liberate him from the constraints of his clothes.

TO SEE WHAT LAY UNDERNEATH!

As Emily closed in on Adam, her footsteps crunching softly against the forest floor, her heart pounded with anticipation. She could feel the thrill of the chase coursing through her veins, driving her onward with an intensity she had never known.

"Adam!" she called out again, her voice echoing through the trees. "Let's embrace the freedom of Eden together!"

But Adam remained elusive, his form disappearing behind the verdant curtain of leaves. Yet, Emily refused to relent. She pushed forward, driven by an insatiable desire to connect with him on a deeper level, to share in the unbridled passion that she knew lay dormant within him.

Lost in her desire to liberate him from his garments, she unknowingly chases him through the portal that had appeared mere moments ago.

-

Sera creates the portal to Eden and was about to step through when Adam suddenly came running out and into her.

"Mom!?" Adam blurted out, stunned.

"Adam!?" Sera echoed, equally surprised by his sudden appearance from the portal but quickly wrapping her arms around him protectively.

Moments later, Emily emerged from the portal, freezing in her tracks when she spotted Sera.

"Mom!?" Emily exclaimed, her surprise matching Adam's.

"Emily!" Sera shouts at the sight before her. "Why are you naked!?"

Emily quickly brings her hands up and covers herself.

"Um ... I, uh, it's ... well ..." Emily stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Her sense of shame finally returning back to her.

With a snap of Sera's fingers, Emily's usual clothes manifest over Emily's body. With her clothes back, Emily lowers her arms.

"So what happened in Eden?" Sera ask Emily sternly. Emily could only look away in embarrassment.

Feeling sympathetic at Emily's display, especially with the saddest eyes he has ever seen on her, Adam covers for her.

"It was my fault mom." Adam says. "I told her about how in my past, we used to be naked in the garden and she wanted to emulate that scenario."

"Is that so?" Sera ask suspiciously. "Than why were you running away from her?"

"Running? No." Adam assures. "Just a simple game of tag."

Sera looks between the two but decides not to pursue the matter further. "Were you two hurt?"

Both Adam and Emily shook their heads.

Relieved that her children were unharmed, Sera's expression softened. She reached out and hugged them both tightly.

"I'm just glad you're both safe." she said, her voice filled with genuine concern.

After releasing them from the hug, Jophiel had swooped in and hug Adam as well.

"I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE SAFE!" Jophiel exclaims as she hugs Adam tightly.

"Jophiel!?" Adam ask, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here!?"

"Hey!" Emily yells as she stomps over. "Get your hands off him!"

"You had him for three days!" Jophiel retorts. "It's my turn!"

"You don't get a turn!" Emily replies as she yanks Adam out of her arms.

"YES I DO!" Jophiel pulls Adam back. Adam is now caught in a tug-of-war between the two seraphim.

"Enough!" Sera says sternly as she steps in, taking Adam into her arms. "Adam, shall we go see Aclima and Lute?"

"Yes, let's!" Adam agrees, relieved to escape the chaos. Emily should be fine now.

As the two walk off, Emily and Jophiel glare at each other for a few moments before deciding that following after Adam was more important than their tiff.

'There is always next year.' Emily thinks.

Notes:

Classic Emily.

Chapter 38: A Day with Dad

Summary:

Harper needs some love too.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

As the sergeant, Harper had a duty to report the well-being of her sisters and the day-to-day operations. Each morning, she meticulously recorded the status of supplies, the health of her sisters, and any unusual occurrences in her logbook. It was a task she took seriously, knowing that accurate reports were crucial for their effectiveness.

The number of sisters had increased by thousands since her creation, but she didn't mind. Her sisters were great company, and she loved them. The only downside to having so many was that they all had to share one father. Bless his heart, he tries to give each of them his love, but he was only one man. It didn't matter to them though, they all love him just the same.

Fortunately for Harper, while she may not be able to spend time with her Dad like Aclima and Lute, she does get more than the average sister. As the sergeant, she has to deliver her reports which usually entails visiting her general or lieutenant and if luck would have it, her dad would be there and she can spend some time with him.

Arriving at the door of their extravagant mansion, she was about to knock when the door suddenly flew open and out came her dad. He swiftly shuts the door and lets out a breath of relief.

"Dad!?" Harper exclaims in surprise before her face turns to one of concern. "Is something the matter?"

"Ah!" Adam jumps in surprise before calming down after realizing who it was. "Sorry Harper. Just a little on edge. Your sisters, Emily and Jophiel are bickering again and I needed a break."

"They are?" Harper ask. "What about?"

Just as she asked that, a chair was suddenly thrown through the window adjacent to them and soon their voices came out loud and clear.

"Stand down Lute!" Aclima yells. "I don't care what Jophiel said, you're not throwing anymore chairs!"

"I'm sorry ma'am!" Lute apologizes.

"I'm just saying that Adam should spend the night with me instead." Jophiel muses. "Instead of being cramped with all of you!"

"No! Dad stays with us!" Aclima states sternly.

"You can take Emily, she isn't getting any tonight anyway." Lute says.

"What do you mean I can't cuddle with him tonight!?" Emily yells out.

"You already spent three days in Eden with him!" Aclima retorts. "We love him too you know!"

"There is only so much space on the bed and Lady Sera almost takes up a third of it!" Lute exclaims.

"Like I said, you girls can have the bed to yourselves! Adam can sleep over at my place!" Jophiel suggests with excitement.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Lute yells. A small scuffling noise could be heard.

"OW! HOW DARE YOU PUNCH A SERAPHIM!" Jophiel exclaims, a bright light suddenly emits from the room they are in.

"Yeah! Get her Lute!" Aclima yells in support. "I'll go for her legs!"

...

"Come on Harper, let's go find Vaggie!" Adam takes her hand and quickly retreats from the house. Sera will be back soon and he didn't want to be around when it happens.

"Uhhh ... Sure! Let's go!" Harper excitedly says, finally she gets to spend quality time with her dad.

SUCK IT BITCHES!

-

As they strolled along the promenade, Harper took in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. The sun was casting a warm glow over them, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly baked pastries from a nearby bakery.

"What passion is Vaggie into this time?" Harper ask as she walk hand in hand with her Dad. "How did pottery go for her?"

Adam chuckled at Harper's question about Vaggie's latest passion. "Pottery was a hit for a while, but you know Vaggie, still looking for that passion that will fulfill her. She picked up gardening about three years ago and she's turned our backyard into a mini garden. But between you and me ... she really isn't that good."

Harper could only chuckle at her Dad's response.

As they continued their leisurely walk, Harper couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with her dad. Moments like these were precious to her, a chance to connect with him on a personal level away from the responsibilities of their roles.

Suddenly, Adam stopped in front of a quaint little shop with a sign that read "Floral Haven." He grinned mischievously at Harper. "Vaggie is probably in here."

Harper's eyes sparkled with excitement as they stepped inside the store, greeted by the vibrant colors and sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. She couldn't wait to see the look on Vaggie's face when they surprised her with a visit.

Vaggie was busy studying a Venus Fly Trap when Adam comes up behind her. "Vagasaurus!"

"Ahhh!" Vaggie screams as she jumps back in surprise. "Damn it! Every time Dad!"

Adam laughs heartily. "Sorry Vagasaurus, you know I can't resist!"

Vaggie smiles and shakes her head, the initial shock giving way to warmth. "You always know how to find me, don't you, Dad?" She glances to Harper and gives a puzzled look.

"Harper?" Vaggie ask questioningly. "Where is Lute?"

"Lute is ... busy." Harper says. "Dad brought me along instead."

"And Lute is fine with that?" Vaggie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Probably." Adam replied, shrugging along with Harper. "Anyway, what are you up to?"

"I've been trying to study up on other plants to try and bring my mini garden together but ..." Vaggie sighed, a touch of frustration creeping into her voice. "I just can't seem to get the hang of it. Everything I plant just wilts."

"Don't worry Vaggie." Adam reassures her as he place his hand around her shoulder. "My offer to help still stands."

"Thanks Dad but I really want to make something of myself on my own." Vaggie replies.

"I understand Vaggie." Adam says, his tone supportive. "But remember, there's no shame in asking for help when you need it. We're all here for you."

"I really appreciate it Dad." Vaggie smiles as she hugs her father. "I just don't think gardening is for me either. I've already been at it for three years and I'm still not feeling like I'm making any progress."

"So long as you keep looking and trying Vaggie, I'm sure you'll find your passion someday." Adam assures her. "Now how about we get some lunch?"

"I'm not really hungry." Vaggie says, feeling a little down about her gardening.

"Great idea Dad!" Harper exclaims. Excited at the prospect of more father-daughter bonding, Harper climbs up Adam's back and rest on her head on his right shoulder. "Let's go Dad!"

Adam puts on a warm smile, happy to see Harper so excited.

Watching her Dad show Harper such a warm smile made Vaggie feel a pang of envy. The sight stirred a competitive spirit within her. She was determined not to be overshadowed. She may have lost to Aclima when it comes to being the favorite but she isn't losing to Harper!

Vaggie watched Harper on their father's back with a mix of longing and irritation. It wasn’t that she disliked Harper—far from it. She loved her sisters dearly, but there was always a sense of competition, a desire to have their father's attention.

As they exited the shop, Vaggie decided she wasn’t going to let Harper have this moment uncontested. She hurriedly caught up and catches Adam by surprise when she also climbs up his back and rest her head on his left shoulder.

"On second thought, I am hungry!" Vaggie says as she eyes Harper who also returns the glare.

Adam laughed, adjusting to the added weight of both daughters clinging to him. "Alright, two beautiful daughters in tow, let's see if we can find the best lunch spot in town," he said, beaming with pride.

As Adam walked, Harper and Vaggie exchanged looks, both understanding the unspoken challenge between them. Despite the underlying competition, they knew that these moments with their dad were precious.

-

Teleporting to the front of the mansion, Sera was appalled to find the outside in disarray. Her eyes widened as she took in the chaotic scene before her. Broken furniture littered the front yard, and she could hear the faint sounds of argument still echoing from within. With a deep breath to steady herself, she stepped forward, determined to restore order.

"Enough!" she called out as she entered the mansion, her voice echoing through the halls with authority. The arguing women froze, their attention turning to her as she strode into the room, her presence commanding attention.

Aclima, Lute, Emily, and Jophiel all looked sheepish under Sera's gaze, realizing the gravity of their behavior. Sera's expression softened slightly as she took in their guilty expressions. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice stern but tinged with concern.

"Grandma, it's ... it's a long story." Aclima began, her tone hesitant.

"We were just having a little disagreement, nothing serious." Emily chimed in, attempting to downplay the situation.

Sera raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "A little disagreement that resulted in this?" She gestured towards the chaos surrounding them.

Lute shuffled uncomfortably, her gaze fixed on the ground. "It ... it got out of hand," she admitted sheepishly.

Jophiel, stepped forward defiantly. "We were discussing who gets to cuddle with Adam tonight, and things escalated." she explained, her voice tinged with frustration.

"I can't believe your four are squabbling like children. Especially you Jophiel." Sera sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

...

"Where is my son?" Sera ask as newfound worry starts to set in. She turns glances to Lute, expecting an answer.

"Sir? He is right over -" Lute points towards the back door before scanning the room. A look of dread washes over Lute's expression. She has no idea where Adam is.

"ADAM!" Sera's shouts, her voice travels throughout the mansion.

However, no response came.

Sera's concern grew as the silence stretched on. She quickly made her way to the back door, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. Pushing open the door, she stepped into the backyard, scanning the area for any sign of Adam.

But there were none.

As Sera surveyed the backyard, her heart pounded in her chest. Panic began to rise within her as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her son was nowhere to be found, and the thought of him being in danger sent a shiver down her spine.

DID HE LEAVE HEAVEN!?

"Adam!" she called out again, her voice tinged with desperation this time. But there was still no response, only the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Frantically, Sera began to search every corner of the backyard, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if he had been abducted? What if he was injured and unable to call for help?

WHERE IS HE!?

"Mom? What's going on?"

Sera's head snapped up, relief flooding her as she caught sight of Adam walking up the street and towards the mansion with Vaggie and Harper walking beside him.

"Adam!" Sera exclaimed, rushing forward to envelop him in a tight embrace.

Adam returned the embrace, albeit with a bemused expression. "I'm fine, Mom. What's gotten into you?"

Sera pulled back, her eyes searching his face for any signs of harm. "I heard the commotion inside and couldn't find you!" she explained, her voice trembling slightly with lingering fear.

"Well, the four of them were busy and Harper dropped by at the right time." Adam explains. "So I went to find Vaggie together with her."

"And you just left without telling anyone?" Sera ask in a stern manner.

"You said I could go anywhere so long as I was accompanied so-" Adam suddenly felt the air in his lungs being forced out.

"Only if LUTE or ACLIMA accompanied you!" Sera had tightened her embrace and gives him a disapproving look. "Anyone else, you inform them or me beforehand! UNDERSTOOD!?"

Adam quickly nods.

Sera's stern expression softened slightly, her worry still evident in her eyes. "Just promise me you'll be more careful in the future, Adam. You know how important your safety is to me."

Harper and Vaggie couldn't help but chuckle at how their father was being treated by their grandmother. It was a familiar scene, one that they had witnessed countless times before. Sera's protectiveness over Adam was legendary, and it never failed to amuse them.

"Now, I need to go talk to those four." Sera says as she turns to re-enter the mansion.

"This I got to see!" Vaggie happily says as she follows after Sera. Leaving Adam and Harper outside.

"Coming in Harper?" Adam ask.

"No thanks Dad, I should head back." Harper says as she shakes her head. As she was about to turn away and take off, Adam grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

"Well, if you're going to leave, than I'll give you my gift now." Adam says with a soft smile.

"Gift?" Harper looks at him with a puzzled look. "What for?"

"Come now, did you forget your own birthday?" Adam ask as he chuckles.

...

She did. Today was the anniversary of her creation, her 'Birthday'.

"While you and Vaggie were window shopping earlier, I saw how you were eyeing this necklace." Adam says as he pulls out a box. "I know you don't think you need it but I want you to have it."

"Dad ..." Harper wanted to protest but Adam had already taken out the necklace and placed it around her neck.

"I know, I know. I don't always get the opportunity to celebrate you and all of your sisters birthdays." Adam states as he pulls her in for a hug. "But I'll always try."

"Happy Birthday sweetie." Adam says as he kisses her forehead. "It looks stunning on you."

Harper couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion as she hugged her dad tightly, the weight of his words sinking in as the necklace dangled against her chest.

"Thank you, Dad," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I love it, and I love you."

Adam squeezed her a little tighter before releasing her from the embrace. "I love you too, Harper. Now go on, have a wonderful day. And tell your sisters that Daddy loves them!"

With a nod and a smile, Harper turned and began to make her way back home. As she flew, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of gratitude for her father and her family.

BEST! BIRTHDAY! EVER!

Now more than ever, Harper knew in her heart that she'll kill as many sinners or demons as it takes to protect her Dad's smile.

SHE'LL KEEP HIM SAFE!

Notes:

Ain't she sweet?

Chapter 39: Love and Lies

Summary:

Adam wants closure and he gets it ... sort of.

Notes:

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

https://discord.gg/e2fDKcxW <--- More Adam inside.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

While Sera and Michael were discussing matters, Adam and Lute had entered Sera's office via portal with a homemade lunch that Adam had prepared. Both seraphim quickly put their conversation on hold and turned their attention to them.

For Sera, It was always a treat when her son prepared a meal; his culinary skills were exceptional. The aroma of the warm dish filled the room, momentarily easing the tension that had settled in Sera's shoulders.

"I made a new dish today!" Adam announced with a proud smile. "I call it Shepherd's pie!"

Adam set down the tray, revealing the dish, its crust perfectly crisp and dotted with tiny peaks of mashed potatoes that had browned ever so slightly. The savory scent of seasoned meat and vegetables, mingling with the rich, buttery potatoes, made Sera's mouth water.

Wasting no time, both Sera and Michael summoned plates for everyone and took a generous portion for themselves.

As she took her first bite, Sera felt the comforting blend of flavors envelop her senses. The ground lamb was tender and flavorful, seasoned with herbs that brought out its natural richness. The vegetables—carrots, peas, and onions—were cooked to perfection, adding a slight sweetness that balanced the savory meat. The mashed potatoes were creamy and smooth, with just the right amount of butter and a hint of garlic, creating a harmonious contrast to the filling beneath.

"It's wonderful!" she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "The flavors are so well-balanced."

Michael nodded in agreement as he savored his portion. "Indeed, Adam, you've outdone yourself. This is exactly what we needed today."

Lute, sitting beside Adam, nudged him playfully. "And he's been using me as his taste-tester." she added with a chuckle. "But this one, it's definitely a winner."

After some time had passed and the dish had been completely devoured, Sera and Michael were at complete ease with satisfied smiles.

However, the comfort was short-lived as Adam took a deep breath and spoke.

"So, there is something I've been meaning to ask ..." Adam starts, trying to be as gentle as possible. "I've been thinking about taking a day trip to ..."

"Earth?" Michael interjects, as he wipes his mouth. "I don't see why not?"

"I suppose it's fine so long as you take Lute with you." Sera says with a little worry.

"No ... not Earth." Adam replies.

"Not Earth?" Sera asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Both she and Michael sat up straighter, their full attention on Adam.

"I was thinking ... lower." Adam states. "As in ... hell."

...

"WHAT!?" Sera, Michael and Lute exclaim loudly.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sera shouts. HOW DARE HE EVEN SUGGEST THAT!

It has been a long time since Sera had thought about breaking Adam's wings. Seeing how he still had some leftover trauma when Emily had done it makes her glad that she was never forced to go through with it. However, that thought is starting to resurface after hearing what her son had just proposed to her.

"Sir! You can't be serious!" Lute yells as she recalls to the time the two were in hell. How Eve's punch packed quite a lot of power behind it.

"Adam, you know the dangers of Hell!" Michael said, her voice a mixture of concern and disbelief. "It's not a place for you to explore."

"Look, I ... I just want to talk to Eve." Adam admits to them. "She has been on my mind lately and I want some closure."

"What is there to talk to her about!?" Sera ask, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "Adam, you know the risks involved in venturing into Hell. It's not just about talking to Eve. It's about putting yourself in extreme danger."

Michael's expression hardened as he spoke, his concern for Adam evident in his stern tone. "Eve has already attacked both you and Lute the last time you were in hell! You were lucky the last time that Lucifer and Lilith weren't around or who knows what would have happened!"

"It's just ... I'm not so sure." Adam says as he recalls to his time with Lute in hell. Eve looked so happy to see him. "Yes, she attacked Lute but it was after that that has been on my mind. I think - Ahhh!"

Before Adam could continue, Sera surrounds him with angelic magic and pulls him towards herself without warning. Once he was close enough, she wrapped her arms and wings around him in a tight embrace.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HELL!" Sera shouts sternly to his face. "I FORBID IT!"

"Please mom!" Adam begs. "I only want to talk to her!"

She can't let Adam go to hell.

SHE WON'T LET ADAM GO TO HELL!

Him discovering the exterminations was one thing but she especially won't let her son go back to that manipulative harlot!

A few minutes of silence pass as Sera composes herself. As she holds her son close, she lets his rhythmic heartbeat calm her down.

"Talk to me Adam." Sera says calmly. "What do you want to talk to Eve about?"

"I think ... I know I still love her." Adam starts. "And it's not fair to Aclima, Lute, Emily and Jophiel who proposed marriage to me. I need to confront Eve about my feelings and get closure so I can move forward. I need to know how she feels about me."

"Adam." Sera says in a gently motherly tone. "She left you for Lucifer and Lilith, the people who hurt you so much in the past and she almost killed Lute. Isn't it obvious enough?"

"If she hated me so much ... than why didn't she hurt me too? She opened her arms and wanted me to hug her." Adam reasons.

But than again, some of her words were not so pleasant also. Adam recalls Eve words after she had punched Lute.

'I'm sorry honey, I guess I didn't put enough of my love into that punch to kill her. Don't worry, just hand her over and I'll get rid of that homewrecker.'

How much did hell change her? He needs to know.

"She, together with Lucifer and Lilith, wanted to torture you." Sera states. "If I hadn't intervened at that time, who knows what they may have done to you."

"Sera is right." Michael follows up. "Lucifer is prideful. Like I've said before, he is probably using Eve to bait you."

"What if I took Aclima and Lute with me? Maybe even Harper and a few others to be safe?" Adam pleads.

"Do you want to risk your daughters safety?" Sera ask. "Lute, one of our best, was taken down with a single punch from Eve. How many of them must be hurt or possibly killed before you understand that Eve doesn't love you anymore?"

Lute looks down, embarrassed about the fact that she was taken down so easily.

Adam couldn't refute. He loves his daughters and the thought of Lute's near death had wrecked his heart with guilt.

No, he can't risk their safety.

"I'm ... I'm sorry mom." Adam apologizes as Sera cradles his back. Sera smiles, satisfied that she had convinced him otherwise.

Seeing an opportunity to gain more beer and to annoy the trio once more, Michael decides to offer his help.

"Tell you what Adam, I'll go talk to Eve for you." Michael offers.

Adam face lights up at the offer. "You'll do that for me Mikey!?"

"Of course! For my brewer, I'll do it!" Michael assures with a smile.

"Can I come with than?" Adam turns to Sera. "Miguel can protect me right?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sera scolds. She grabs Adam's chin and forces him to look her in the eyes. "You're staying in Heaven and that's final!"

"Fine." Adam relents.

He lets out a sigh of defeat before leaning into Sera's embrace.

-

"Eve!" Lucifer calls out he barges into the room. "Michael just called and he wants a meeting with you in Heaven's embassy in two hours!" Lucifer states as he enters the room to find Eve and Lilith playing chess.

"He does!?" Eve exclaims in surprise. "Wait, not the three of us?"

"No, just you specifically." Lucifer reiterates with a little worry in his voice. "But he didn't say what it was about."

"Adam!?" Eve says excitedly. Have they finally decided to reunite husband and wife!? Centuries apart and to finally be reunited after overcoming adversity!? It's so romantic!

"I doubt that Eve." Lilith says as she ponder what this meeting could possibly be about. They only ever meet Michael after an extermination to talk numbers. This is the first time he has called for one outside of that.

Were they targeting Eve? To single her out in the meeting room and kill her while she is caught unaware? But if they were, they would start with Lucifer first as he is the biggest threat. So what could it be?

"I have my doubts too." Lucifer states. "I know Michael likes to mock us but that is usually when the three of us are together."

...

"Do you think ... maybe he likes Eve?" Lilith states.

"WHAT!?" Lucifer and Eve shout in disbelief.

"It's a private meeting between the two of them and Michael is single right?" Lilith ask as she looks out the window and towards Heaven.

"No! No way! I won't let that prick touch my body!" Eve yells as she covers herself protectively. "My body is for Adam and Adam alone!"

Listening to Lilith reasoning, Lucifer believes this could be a golden opportunity. If what Lilith says is true, than using Eve to seduce Michael to their side is too good of a chance to pass up. He himself fell for Lilith so surely his brother and himself could share that in similarity.

"Wait Eve! Let's think about this." Lucifer interjects. "What if you try seducing him to our side?"

"Excuse me!?" Eve says in shock. How dare they suggest such a disgusting notion.

"I think its a good idea Eve." Lilith says in support. "If we can get Michael over to our side, even Sera would need to think twice. Our demands would be more readily heard."

"Which means we can get ..." Lucifer continues.

"Adam." Eve realizes what they are saying as she starts to see their logic. "... We can get Adam back." Eve murmured, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the tension.

Lilith leaned forward, her eyes glinting with the cunning of a strategist. "Exactly. Michael is a key player. If we can sway him, we gain significant leverage."

Eve hesitated, the idea of seducing Michael conflicting with her loyalty to Adam. Yet, the possibility of reuniting with her beloved was too tempting to dismiss outright.

"There is no time to waste!" Lilith says as she grabs Eve hands excitedly and leads her away. "I'm going to turn you into the sexiest lady in the Pride Ring."

Lucifer smirks as he watches the two of them go off. His pride swelling as he contemplated the potential outcome. If Eve could truly sway Michael, it would be a monumental shift in their favor. Plus, it would destroy the friendship between Adam and Michael.

Soon Adam will be by his side once more.

HIS HUSBAND BEST FRIEND!

-

"I don't care what she or the others have to say." Sera states to Michael. "Ensure when you return that Adam only hears what he needs to hear, Michael."

"Don't worry Sera, I got this." Michael assures. "I'm not letting them have my brewer."

With a beer in hand, Michael heads into the meeting room. Once in, he makes himself comfortable before turning on the holographic projector. Soon, the entire room changes to the meeting room in the embassy in hell.

He checks the security monitors and when he sees the trio enter the embassy, he sets it to record.

-

The trio enter the embassy and approach the meeting room. Eve, dressed in a stunning, yet subtly seductive gown that accentuated her curves without being overtly revealing, took a deep breath. Lilith had outdone herself, managing to strike a balance between allure and elegance.

"Remember, Eve." Lucifer said softly as they neared the doors, "You were able to seduce the First Man so Michael ... shouldn't be an issue."

"Great pep talk honey." Lilith says sarcastically as she pulls Eve aside. "You're gorgeous and you're going to do great."

Eve nodded, her heart pounding. Despite her outward composure, a whirlwind of emotions surged within her. She was about to face Michael, not just as a potential ally, but as a means to an end—to be reunited with Adam.

"We'll be right outside." Lucifer assures.

Before letting her go, Lucifer and Lilith give her a kiss on the cheek for good luck.

Stepping into the meeting room and closing the door behind her, Eve felt a knot of tension in her stomach. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do. Adam. This is for Adam, she reminded herself, even as doubt flickered in her mind.

Seducing the angel that is holding her husband hostage.

The love of her life.

LOCKED AWAY IN HEAVEN!

KILL HIM!

SHE MUST KILL HIM!

KILL ADAM'S CAPTOR!

No! She needs to seduce him!

She remembers what Lilith had told her. To seduce an angel, she needs to be aggressive. Don't give him the chance to think. Much like how she did with Lucifer.

"Welcome Eve." Michael greets. "There is a matter I wish to discuss with you. I-"

Eve cuts him off when she immediately strolls up to his hologram. Their faces now inches away from each other.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Eve asked, her voice low and sultry. She leaned in, her gaze piercing through the holographic projection of Michael. Despite the hologram’s nature, she aimed to convey the full force of her allure.

"Excuse me?" Michael ask, feeling puzzled. He was expecting her to lash out at his hologram.

"I know why you're here Michael." Eve leans forward and whispers into his holographic ear. "You want me."

"I do?" Michael ask, his confusion only increasing.

"Don't deny it. You called this meeting because you wanted to see me alone." Eve continued, her voice a seductive purr. "But I know you want more than just a conversation. Perhaps something more ... physical."

Michael contemplates what is happening for a few seconds before realizing what she was implying. Eve just made his job a whole lot easier.

"Oh really, do you now?" Michael ask with a grin. "Tell me, do you want this?"

"Oh believe me, I WANT THIS!" Eve says, putting on a seductive smile as she tries her best to picture herself talking to Adam.

"What about your relationship with Adam?" Michael ask as he leans forward, pretending to be interested.

"Adam? Why would I care about him when I can have an angel such as yourself." Eve says, trying her best to keep her vomit down.

"And Lucifer and Lilith? Do they not care?" Michael ask, happy that this was going so smoothly. He deserves at least two barrels for this.

"For Adam? We agreed that he wasn't worth our time." Eve says, wondering if its suppose to take this long to seduce an angel. Why is he asking so many questions? "We want you Michael."

Michael couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at Eve's attempts.

"I see." Michael said, maintaining his composed demeanor. "But what about your Adam? Surely, there's still some love there?"

Eve's façade faltered for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing her features before she quickly regained her composure.

"Adam? He's a thing of the past." Eve insisted, her voice tinged with defiance as she lifts up her dress slightly to show off her legs. "You, Michael, are my future. My love."

"Come get me." Eve blows a kiss to Michael

Michael nods. "Thank you Eve."

Michael reaches down and presses a button to end the recording.

"Wow Eve, thank you for being so co-operative." Michael says as he smirks triumphantly.

Confused, Eve backs away from Michael. "Wait, what? So are you coming down here?"

"What? No!" Michael states. "Do you even know why I called this meeting?"

Eve shakes her head.

"Because Adam asked for it." Michael says with glee. "You know, he was being proposed to and he felt conflicted. After all, he still cares for you and wanted to know your true feelings."

"You mean ... Adam just saw all of that?" Eve says as realization slowly washes over her. Adam was going to see all the fake flirting she did. All the lies she told.

"Not yet, but he will." Michael says with a smirk.

"NO, ADAM! IT ISN'T LIKE THAT!" Eve starts shouting frantically. "I don't love Michael! I only love you!"

"Too late Eve. Everything up till just now has been recorded." Michael states. "Looks like Adam will get his closure after all."

"YOU BASTARD!" Eve tries to claw Michael's face but her hands only find air as they phase through his hologram. "DON'T YOU DARE SHOW IT TO HIM! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Ah, there is the Eve I know." Michael says. "Thanks for making my job so much easier. As a reward, I'll let you have this picture of Adam."

Snapping his fingers, a framed picture appears on the table and Eve quickly picks it up. Upon looking, she could only scream at the sight before her.

A picture of Jophiel holding Adam's hands in mid proposal!

Lucifer and Lilith burst into the meeting room upon hearing Eve's scream.

"Welcome brother and his wife. My meeting with Eve is concluded. Do enjoy the rest of your day." Michael smiles and nods before turning off the hologram.

"Eve!" Both Lucifer and Lilith shout as they approach her.

Eve could only see red. She had been tricked yet again! Those bastards are making her look bad to Adam! Making her undesirable to him!

SHE'LL KILL THEM!

THOSE ANGEL BASTARDS!

THIS WON'T STOP HER!

SHE WILL HAVE ADAM BACK!

Rushing past Lucifer and Lilith, Eve runs out into the city and begins her wanton destruction to relieve her stress.

"ADAM!" Eve screams.

All of the sinners who inhabit the city knew they needed to run for cover.

-

With Michael's return, Sera called Adam and Aclima over into her office to watch the video.

As the video played, Adam's heart shattered into a million pieces. He watched in silence, each word from Eve piercing through him like a dagger. The way Lucifer and Lilith kissed her on the cheek, the flirtatious smile she gave Michael, and finally, her declaration that he was a "thing of the past" – it was too much to bear.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. He wanted to look away, to escape the pain, but he couldn’t. His hands trembled as he held Aclima close, seeking any form of comfort.

Eve had discarded him.

Like he never mattered.

The sight of Eve, the woman he once loved, professing her love to another tore him apart. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing, couldn't comprehend how Eve could betray him in such a way.

"I'm so sorry Dad." Aclima says as she cradles her father. She wanted nothing more than to tell him how much of a bitch her mom was. How all the times she had told him before about her unusual behavior was correct.

But she couldn't. Her father didn't need any more reminders.

Sera stood nearby, her expression a mix of sorrow and anger. Seeing the devastation etched across her son's face, she wished she could shield him from the pain.

Sera moves closer and wraps her wings around her son and granddaughter, offering Adam comfort and support in his time of need.

"It's not your fault, Dad." Aclima whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "She doesn't deserve you."

As much as he wants to believe her, Adam just couldn't find it in himself to do so.

Was this his fate? To be relegated to being a forgotten memory? Do the people in his life truly love him? If Lucifer was around, would they all leave for him too?

Adam doesn't know.

Was he just that unlovable?

Notes:

Poor Adam.

Chapter 40: Rekindling Light

Summary:

Adam being sad!?

Not on their watch!

Notes:

Another milestone!

Over 1600 kudos and 35000+ hits!

I'm surprised I haven't written myself into a corner yet.

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Chapter Text

After returning home, Adam had secluded himself in his room for the next five days. For everyone, this was concerning. Adam, the man and father who loves to explore, refuses to leave his room. Sera and Aclima had explained to everyone what had happened and advised to give him some space with only Lute and Emily choosing to sit outside his door. Every so often, Lute would knock on his door and hope for a response.

"Sir." Lute quietly calls out. "Are you okay?"

A minute passes before Adam murmurs out a response. "Yeah ... I'm fine."

If Lute hadn't press her ear to his door, she would have never heard his response. With that, she slumps back down onto the floor next to Emily and rest herself against the door.

For Emily, she hated this. Adam was always the one to make everyone laugh and bring smiles all around, whether it be with food or just his mere presence. Seeing him like this, withdrawn and broken, made her heart ache. She looked over at Lute, who shared the same concern in her eyes. They had all been through so much together, and Adam was always there for them.

Emily couldn't believe it. Adam is so much more miserable now than the time he found out Eve was in hell. How could Eve say all that about her former husband like that!? Yes, they haven't seen each other for centuries but he has been nothing but loving and caring during their time on Earth! How dare she say all that! HE EVEN LEFT EDEN FOR HER!

Emily took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "Do you think he'll be okay?" she whispered, more to herself than to Lute.

Lute sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know, Emily. He's never been like this before."

Lute swore to herself that she will get stronger. Not only to overcome Adam but to KILL EVE! How dare Eve make Adam so miserable! She can't be by his side because of her!

They sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. The house felt eerily quiet without Adam's usual boisterous presence.

Emily stood up and knocked gently on the door. "Adam, can we talk? We can cuddle too ... please." Emily ask, her voice practically begging.

Emily wants nothing more than to break down the door and join him. To somehow will his misery away. How dare she call herself the joy-bringer when her future husband is so miserable? But Sera had said to give him space, to give him time to sort out his feelings.

BUT ITS BEEN ALMOST A WEEK!

Emily can barely control herself. Her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides, her knuckles turning white with the effort. Lute placed a gentle hand on her arm, a silent plea for patience. Emily took another deep breath, trying to heed Sera's advice, but the frustration was mounting inside her, threatening to explode.

SHE NEEDS HIS LOVE!

-

Jophiel used to hate seeing Adam move from one place to another. It always made it hard to track where he goes and sometimes prevents her from stalking observing him in certain areas like the training grounds. But now, as she watches him through the window from her perch, she sees him unmoving as he laid in his bed and she HATES IT!

Whenever she stalked observed him, she had always seen him full of life, even in his quiet moments. Now, he was a shell of himself, his vitality drained away. The sight twisted something inside her, a mix of pity and helplessness. She longed to swoop down and wrap him in her wings, to shield him from whatever demons plagued his mind.

But she had heard from Michael and Sera about his situation. She was also advised to give him space just like the rest.

So all she could do was watch him and hope he gets better.

-

Sera should be happy.

She watches through her monitor as Eve rampages throughout hell and it populace for the over the last few days. She should be happy.

She knew Eve words during the meeting with Michael were false and that she still loved Adam very much. She lied to Michael and tried to seduce him over to their side and it failed spectacularly. She should be happy.

Her son could finally move on from that harlot and any notion of love between them should be extinguished. She should be happy.

Yet she isn't.

All she could think about was her son.

The look of profound heartbreak in his eyes as Eve's cruel words echoed in his mind. She had never seen him so defeated, so lost. Even as Eve tore through Hell in her rage, Sera found no satisfaction. The pain Adam felt seemed to resonate within her, amplifying her own sense of failure as a mother.

She turned away from the monitor, no longer interested in watching the destruction any longer. She needed to find a way to help Adam, to bring him back from the depths of his despair.

But how?

With a heavy sigh, Sera turned off the monitor. She needed to see Adam, to hold him, to reassure him that everything would be alright, even if it felt like a lie. She knew that giving him space was the right thing to do, but the maternal instinct in her was screaming to comfort her child.

She rose from her chair and paced her office, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she made a decision. She would go to Adam's room, even if it meant just sitting outside with Lute and Emily. Perhaps her presence could offer some small measure of comfort, if not to Adam, then to herself.

-

Aclima had returned earlier than normal from training her sisters. She couldn't focus when she knows her father is in such a miserable state. She had once thought that she had seen him at his lowest, when her mom had died.

But the state he is in now is so much worse.

Emily and Lute scooch aside to let Aclima access the door.

"How is he?" Aclima ask.

"Still the same." Lute replies as she shakes her head.

Aclima knocks on the door softly. "Dad, please come out." Aclima beg, trying her best to entice him out. "I'll talk to grandma and we can go to Earth like the old days. We can go on an adventure."

A minute passes before Adam responds softly.

"That's great sweetie." Adam replies with a sad tone. "Go on without me."

The room fell silent again, the weight of Adam's sorrow pressing down on everyone outside his door. Aclima exchanged worried glances with Emily and Lute, her heart aching at the thought of her father's suffering.

Emily starts crying and Aclima kneels down to hold her.

"What do we do ma'am?" Lute ask, barely able to hold back her own tears.

Aclima couldn't answer her. She felt just as lost and helpless as the others. Seeing Emily's tears and Lute's unsteady resolve made her realize how much Adam's presence held them all together. Without him, it felt like their family was fracturing.

As they sat outside Adam's door, a heavy sense of helplessness settled over them like a suffocating blanket. Each moment felt like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing the ache in their chests.

"We can't just leave him like this." Emily whispered between sobs, her voice thick with emotion. "He needs us."

Aclima nodded, her own tears mingling with Emily's. "I know, but what can we do? He won't let us in and I'm afraid if we push ... he may just regress further into himself."

As the three of them contemplated on what they should do, Sera arrives moments later to their surprise. They hadn't expected her to be back so soon.

She took a seat beside them, her heart heavy with concern for her son. She reached out and took Emily's hand, offering a small, reassuring squeeze. "We won't leave him alone in this." she said softly, her voice tinged with determination.

Aclima wiped away her tears, her gaze shifting from Sera to the closed door of Adam's room. "What do we do, Grandma?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Sera paused for a moment, considering her options. She knew Adam needed time to heal, but she also understood the importance of their support. "We wait." she said finally, her tone firm yet gentle.

They'll wait as long as it takes.

As the four of them sat by his bedroom door, Harper had entered the mansion to deliver her report and to also check up on her dad.

"Ma'am, here is the report." Harper says with a somber tone as holds out the logbook to Aclima.

"Thank you Harper." Aclima says between sobs as she accepts the logbook. She looks over at Harper and than to Lute and an idea came to her mind.

"I have an idea!" Aclima announces with newfound glee.

-

Adam couldn't muster the strength to get out of bed. Eve's words had cut deeper than any weapon. Every fiber of his being felt heavy, burdened by the weight of betrayal and heartache. He lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, replaying Eve's words in his mind like a broken record. How could she say such things? Did his love mean nothing to her?

He tried to push the thoughts away, to bury them beneath layers of numbness, but they persisted, gnawing at his sanity like relentless beasts. He felt like a prisoner in his own mind, trapped in a cycle of despair with no means of escape.

Hours turned into days, and still, Adam remained locked in his room, drowning in a sea of anguish and self-doubt.

He gave Eve everything, but it wasn't enough. She chose Lucifer and desired Michael.

But amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, a small part of him yearned for the warmth of his family outside his door. Their presence, their concern, it whispered to him like a distant light in the darkness of his despair. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to face them, not when he felt so broken.

They'll leave him soon enough.

They all will.

He will never be enough.

Why live?

The window in his room suddenly shatters and before Adam could register what had happened, the figure that did it was quickly on him and hugging him tightly.

"Dad!" Vaggie yelled out. "I LOVE YOU!"

"Vaggie!?" Adam yelps in surprise.

Vaggie could no longer wait anymore. With tears streaming down her face, Vaggie clung to her father, pouring out all the love and frustration she had been holding in. "I couldn't stand seeing you like this, Dad. You're not alone, okay!? Please don't shut us out!"

She missed her dad!

She missed his love!

She missed his touch!

SHE NEEDED HER DAD!

Adam struggle to get out of the hug. He doesn't deserve the love that she is trying to give him.

"Vaggie, no!" Adam exclaims as he tries to pry her off. "I'm not good enough to be your father!"

Vaggie refuses to let go, her grip tightening as she buries her face in his chest. "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! You're the best father anyone could ask for. You've always been there for us, through thick and thin. We need you, I NEED YOU!"

The door to his room burst open with a resounding kick, the lock flying off its hinge. Lute, alerted by the shattering window, had taken swift action. Without hesitation, Emily and Lute joined Vaggie, enveloping Adam in a tight embrace. Tears streamed down Emily's cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, her heartache mingling with relief at finally being able to hold him close.

"We love you, Adam!" Emily choked out between sobs.

Lute's arms tightened around them, her own tears mixing with Emily's. "You're not alone, Sir! I'll sooner die than leave your side!"

Adam felt overwhelmed by their love and support, a warmth spreading through his chest despite the darkness that still lingered within him. He didn't deserve their affection, but in that moment, he couldn't deny how much he needed it.

For the first time in days, he allowed himself to truly feel their embrace, to let their love seep into his wounded soul like a healing balm. And as they held each other tightly, a flicker of hope sparked within him, small but undeniable.

However, that hope was quickly extinguished as his self-doubt took over once more. Adam's mind raced with doubts and fears, each one louder than the last. How could he accept their love when he couldn't even love himself? He felt like a fraud, unworthy of their affection.

"I'm sorry." he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over their sobs. "I'm so sorry for being like this."

He was suppose to protect them. To be their rock. But just a few words from his former wife turned him into this pathetic mess.

But his apology only seemed to fuel their determination. Emily pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face searching his with unwavering intensity. "Adam, you don't have to apologize." she said firmly. "We're here because we love you, no matter what."

Lute nodded in agreement, her expression a mix of sadness and determination. "We're not leaving you, Sir. Not now, not ever."

"You didn't leave me after the flood had taken me." Vaggie says with a determined look. "I sure as hell am not leaving you!"

Adam's heart clenched at their words, a mixture of gratitude and guilt washing over him. How could he burden them with his pain? How could he ask them to bear the weight of his struggles?

But as he looked into their eyes, he saw nothing but love and concern reflected back at him. Despite everything, they were there, standing by his side without hesitation. Their unwavering support was both a comfort and a source of guilt for Adam. He wanted to push them away, to spare them from his suffering, but he couldn't deny the solace their presence brought him.

Slowly, hesitantly, Adam reached out and returned their embrace, pulling them closer as if afraid they would disappear if he let go.

Sera soon teleports into the room while they were having their moment and before he could take notice, she covers his eyes.

"Mom!?" Adam yells out in surprise. "What are you -"

"Relax Adam." Sera coos. "We're taking you somewhere nice."

Before he could protest further, Sera teleports all of them away.

-

The first thing Adam notices was the smell around him. The smell of fresh air and barbeque. It was a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of his room. As Sera removed her hand from his eyes, Adam blinked, adjusting to the brightness of the outdoor light.

As his vision cleared, he takes in the familiar sight of a vast farmland with a modest farmhouse, the dwelling that belongs to Seth and Azura. Banners and decorations were strung up everywhere, giving the place a festive, welcoming vibe. Adam's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. All around him were his daughters, 3000 over of them with a myriad of expressions ranging from determination to worry, but all unified in their purpose. Each daughter stood ready to show their love and support for their father in their own way.

"Daddy!" a chorus of voices called out as many of them rushed towards him, enveloping him in a massive group hug.

Adam felt the breath knocked out of him, not by their collective force, but by the sheer weight of their love. He could barely comprehend the wave of emotions crashing over him.

Emily, Lute, Vaggie, and Sera stood close by, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and hope as they watched the scene unfold. They watched as a wide smile overtook Adam's expression.

"Looks like my plan worked." Aclima says as she flies down to join the four of them.

"Gathering everyone to smother him in love was a great idea." Emily cheerfully says as she watches on. She can see that Adam's dark mood was slowly dissipating.

"Dad!" Seth calls out as he squeezes through all the exorcists surrounding Adam.

"Seth!" Adam calls back with glee. The two man hugging each other once they were close enough.

"Come on Dad, let's eat!" Seth says as he pull him along. "Azura has been dying to get you to try her stew!"

A large bonfire blazed in the center of the yard, with several grills set up, manned by a few of the more culinary-inclined daughters and supervised by Azura. The smell of grilled meat, vegetables, and baked goods wafted through the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of those preparing the feast.

"Dad!" Azura calls out excitedly as she sees him approaching. "Come and sit! We're going to beat the record for the biggest family feast!"

As Adam sat down with his family, surrounded by the sounds of laughter and the comforting aroma of the barbecue, he felt a warmth spread through him unlike anything he had felt in days. He found himself laughing and smiling genuinely for the first time since Eve's cruel words had shattered his world.

Through it all, he couldn't shake the feeling of unworthiness that lingered in the back of his mind. But with each smile, each laugh, each embrace, that feeling grew fainter, overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of belonging and acceptance that enveloped him.

He allowed himself to bask in the love and warmth of his family, grateful for each precious moment they shared together. And as they danced and sang beneath the starlit sky, Adam found himself believing in hope once more.

Hope that love truly was stronger than what he initially thought.

Lucifer, Lilith and Eve may have shattered his heart.

But his family made him believe in love once again.

Notes:

Enjoy the love while you still can Adam.

Eve thoughts next chap.

Chapter 41: Duckageddon

Summary:

Eve vs Lucifer.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Immediately after leaving the embassy, Eve unleashed her fury on the unsuspecting city. Her first target was the towering corporate skyscraper adjacent to the embassy. With a single, forceful punch, she sent shockwaves through the building’s foundation, causing it to tremble. The ground floor windows exploded outward, showering the street with shards of glass. Sinners inside the building scrambled for the exits, but the chaos outside offered no sanctuary.

The once-bustling streets were thrown into chaos as she continued her relentless assault. Glass shattered, alarms wailed, and panic spread like wildfire. Sinners screamed and fled in every direction, seeking shelter from the devastation. Even the more violent sinners knew better than to get in the way of the First Mother's warpath.

With a single, powerful motion, she tore a street light from its foundation, the metal screeching in protest. She hurled it into a nearby building, shattering windows and causing a cacophony of shouts and screams.

As chaos reigned, Eve's wrath seemed insatiable. She moved through the city streets like a force of nature, leaving destruction in her wake. No building was safe from her fury as she toppled structures with frightening ease. No sinners were safe as the streets slowly pooled with their blood.

"ADAM!" Eve screams out, sending chill down the spines of anyone who heard it.

-

With a sigh, Hannah watches smoke rise from the city in the distance with the occasional sinner being tossed into the air.

"Mom is at it, again." Hannah says as she sips her coffee.

"How the hell did Dad ever put up with her?" Cain ask as he comes up to the window next to Hannah to watch as well.

"I heard a phrase recently that 'Love is blind'. So maybe that's why." Hannah says with a smirk.

"Than Dad must be as blind as a bat." Cain muses.

"You think she'll summon you again?" Cain ask worriedly as he hugs Hannah protectively. Their mom's torture methods seems to be getting more and more unhinged as time passes.

"I doubt it. She only does it when she wants to try and lure Dad down." Hannah says, shivering at the though of being tortured again. "I'm just thankful she is taking her rage out on the city."

As they both watch the destruction unfold, they wished that the next extermination would arrive sooner. After having tasted their father's cooking once again, they now needed more.

-

"YOU FUCKERS!" Eve yells out as she kicks open the door to the castle.

Lucifer and Lilith were alarmed at Eve's sudden appearance. She had been rampaging through the city over the last three days and they had expected her to return back to them in a more calm state. They had no idea what happened during the meeting and was hoping Eve would tell them.

"Eve, calm down." Lucifer says with his hands raised in a placating gesture, his voice smooth and soothing. "What happened? Did Michael reject you?"

Lilith, sitting elegantly on the sofa, narrowed her eyes and studied Eve's furious demeanor. "Clearly something went wrong." she added, her tone sharp but curious. "Tell us everything."

Eve glared at them, her eyes blazing with anger. "What do you think happened? Your brilliant plan was a disaster! Michael saw right through it and worse, he recorded it! Now Adam will think I'm cheating on him! You two ruined everything!"

SEDUCE MICHAEL!?

She should have just proclaimed her love to Adam as normal and all would have been well!

Instead, now her relationship with Adam may be irreparable!

NO!

SHE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IT!

ADAM LOVES HER AND SHE LOVES ADAM!

HE STAYED LOYAL TO HER LIKE SHE DID!

IT'S THOSE FUCKING ANGELS!

FUCK SERA!

FUCK MICHAEL!

FUCK JOPHIEL!

Lilith stands and approaches Eve in a slow and cautious manner. "Eve, sweetie. Let's just take a couple of deep breaths and -" Once Lilith was close enough, Eve reached out and grabbed Lilith, lifting her up over her shoulders, she tosses Lilith out the window.

Lucifer's eyes widened in shock as he watched Lilith's form disappear through the shattered window, the sound of glass raining down echoing through the room. He quickly turned his attention back to Eve, whose chest heaved with ragged breaths, her face a mask of rage and betrayal.

"Eve, you need to calm down!" Lucifer said, his voice now edged with urgency. "This isn't helping anyone. We can fix this, but you need to control yourself."

Eve's eyes flashed dangerously as she pointed an accusatory finger at Lucifer. "Control myself? You want me to control myself after the mess you got me into!? You set me up to fail! THIS IS EDEN ALL OVER AGAIN!"

Lucifer took a step back, his mind racing to find a way to defuse the situation. "We had no idea Michael would see through the plan. We honestly thought he loved you! Why else would he call for that meeting? We never intended for this result!"

"Well guess what!?" Eve laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and filled with pain. "EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART!"

Lucifer could see the depth of her anguish, and despite his own growing frustration, he felt a pang of guilt. "Eve, listen to me. We can still turn this around. Adam loves you, and that hasn't changed. But you need to trust us and work with us. We can find a way to fix this, together."

But Eve was beyond reason, her mind consumed by anger and betrayal. She turned her furious gaze towards Lucifer, her fists clenched at her sides. "You're next!" she snarled, her voice dripping with venom.

Before Lucifer could react, Eve lunged at him with a primal scream, her fists swinging wildly. The two of them crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of violence, the sounds of their struggle echoing through the empty halls of the castle.

"Eve, Calm down!" Lucifer shouts as he recovers from Eve's attack. Turning towards her he finds a grandfather clock sailing through the air towards him. Both him and the clock travel down the hallway before landing near the end of it.

Their scuffle soon landed them in Lucifer's workshop. Where piles upon piles, both incomplete and completed rubber ducks lay and Eve came up with a brilliant idea. She may not be strong enough to hurt Lucifer in any meaningful way, but she could definitely hurt him emotionally.

"Wait Eve! We can't be here! This is -" Eve shuts him up with a kick to the face.

"Let's see how you like it when the one you love is taken away right in front of you!" Eve grabs a random rubber duck and starts pulling on it.

"No! Not Sir Duckington!" Lucifer shouts as he tries to recover from the kick.

With enough force, Eve tore the rubber duck in two. Earning a gasp of horror from Lucifer. "Sir Duckington! Noooo!" he cried out, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved rubber duck being destroyed.

But Eve wasn't finished. She grabbed another rubber duck from the pile, this one adorned with a top hat and monocle. "And who do we have here?" she sneered, her fingers curling around the duck's neck.

"Please, Eve, stop!" Lucifer pleaded, struggling to get to his feet. "Those are ... those are my friends!"

Eve ignored his pleas and with a cruel twist, she ripped the head off the duck. "Say goodbye to Lord Quacksworth!" she taunted, tossing the decapitated duck aside.

Lucifer's eyes brimmed with tears as he watched his cherished companions meet their demise at Eve's hands. Each rubber duck had been crafted meticulously, each one representing a cherished memory.

But Eve's rampage didn't stop there. She continued to tear through the workshop, destroying duck after duck with ruthless abandon. "Lady Duckylicious!" she exclaimed as she ripped off the wings of a fairy-themed duck. "Captain Quackbeard!" she cried out as she tore the pirate hat off another.

Lucifer could only watch in horror as his collection was decimated before his eyes. Each duck had been a source of comfort and joy for him, a reminder of happier times.

Finally, as Eve stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she turned to Lucifer with a triumphant smirk. "There." she declared, her voice dripping with malice. "Now you know how it feels to have everything you love destroyed."

All in all, Eve destroyed about 69 of his precious ducks. It wasn't just about the physical destruction of his cherished rubber ducks; it was the emotional devastation of watching something he held dear being torn apart before his eyes. She will never be able to destroy his entire collection but just this fraction of it already pained him so.

Eve wanted to continue tearing more of his ducks apart. This wasn't enough for her. No amount of ducks she destroys will ever be enough to repay for the lost of Adam.

But as she stood amidst the wreckage of rubber ducks, a flicker of doubt crept into her mind. Was this truly the answer? Was destroying Lucifer's possessions the way to alleviate her own suffering?

...

Yes.

Before Eve could continue her onslaught, Lilith stumbles into the workshop, her hair messy and caked in mud. "Eve, what are you-". Lilith takes in the sight before her and for a moment, she thought of letting Eve continue her rampage. She never liked those ducks!

But unfortunately, she loves her husband and he probably suffered enough ... maybe. This was pretty funny to her.

But Eve was more important right now!

"Look Eve, we messed up. But all isn't lost. Adam is probably devastated about the news." Lilith tries to reason. "But if we can somehow get a message to him that it was all an act, all lies, than we can get him back."

Eve's chest heaved with anger and frustration, her hands still trembling from the destruction she had wrought. She glared at Lilith, her eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and despair. "And how do you propose we do that, Lilith!? Michael has the recording! Adam will never believe us!"

Lilith's gaze softened as she stepped closer to Eve, her voice gentle yet firm. "We'll find a way, Eve! We just need to think clearly and come up with a plan."

Eve shook her head, her mind still clouded with rage and sorrow. "What's the point!? Even if we manage to contact Adam, everything has changed!"

"So are you giving up on Adam!?" Lilith ask aggressively, trying to rile her up.

"FUCK NO!" Eve responds.

Lilith reached out and placed a comforting hand on Eve's shoulder. "It's not over until it's over, Eve. We can't give up now. We owe it to ourselves and to Adam to try."

Eve's shoulders sagged as she let out a weary sigh. "Fine. But I don't know where to start."

Lilith offered a reassuring smile. "We start by getting our story straight. We need to figure out how to explain what happened without incriminating ourselves further. And then we find a way to get that message to Adam, no matter what it takes."

Lucifer, still reeling from the shock of seeing his beloved rubber ducks destroyed, slowly picked himself up from the floor and joined the conversation. "She's right, Eve. We need to focus on damage control now. We'll figure out a way to make things right."

Eve nodded, a glimmer of determination shining through her anger. "Fine. Let's do this. For Adam. But no more seduction attempts!"

"No more seduction!" Lucifer and Lilith agree in unison.

-

Michael moves to answer the knock on his door and finds both Adam and Lute behind it. A lovely sight before him as Adam was carrying two barrels over his shoulder while Lute was carrying a bag of food not familiar to him.

"BEER! Adam! Lute!" Michael opens the door and welcomes them in. "Come in!"

The two guests quickly move in and place the barrels down on the floor before moving to the couch. "Thanks again for talking to ... Eve." Adam says, his voice hitching a little. Lute squeezes his hand comfortingly.

"Don't mention it Adam." Michael pats his shoulders. "For you my friend, I'm willing to do a lot!"

As they settled onto the couch, Michael couldn't help but notice the somber look on Adam's face. It was clear that the events of the past few days had taken a toll on him.

"Are you alright, Adam?" Michael asked, his concern evident in his voice.

Adam sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I'm a lot better. At least, better than before."

Michael leaned forward, his expression serious. "Listen, Adam, I know things got complicated with Eve. But I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll support you. Just ask."

Of course, beer as compensation would be nice.

"Thanks Mikey." Adam nods in appreciation. "Come! Let's drink the night away!"

Michael got a couple of beer mugs while Lute opened up the bag of food. He learned that Adam had created another form of food called 'finger foods'.

"What food is this?" Michael ask as he eyes the bread but isn't sure what was on top of it.

"I call it 'Garlic bread with cheese'." Adam says proudly. "Try some, Lute just loves it, literally couldn't stop her earlier!"

"Sir!" Lute says embarrassingly. "I love anything you make."

Adam handed Michael a piece of the garlic bread with cheese, and as Michael took a bite, he was immediately enveloped in a symphony of flavors.

The bread itself was warm and soft, with just the right amount of crispiness on the edges. It carried the aroma of freshly baked bread, infused with the unmistakable scent of garlic that danced tantalizingly in the air.

But it was the cheese that truly stole the show. It was melted to perfection, creating a gooey layer that clung lovingly to the bread. With each bite, Michael could taste the richness of the cheese, creamy and indulgent, complemented perfectly by the savory notes of the garlic.

Together, the combination was heavenly. The garlic added a subtle kick of flavor, while the cheese provided a luxurious creaminess that coated his taste buds with pure bliss. It was comfort food at its finest, a simple yet irresistible indulgence that warmed him from the inside out.

As Michael savored the cheesy garlic bread, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Adam for introducing him to such culinary delight. With a contented sigh, Michael leaned back on the couch, savoring every last crumb of the cheesy garlic bread.

With his hunger abated by the delicious garlic bread and his thirst stirred by the sight of the beer barrels, Michael reached for one of the mugs and filled it to the brim with frothy, golden beer. The cool liquid felt refreshing against his parched throat as he took a long sip, relishing in the crisp, hoppy flavor.

"Ah, nothing like a good beer to wash down some tasty food!" Michael remarked, a contented smile gracing his lips as he set the mug down on the coffee table.

Adam chuckled, nodding in agreement as he took a sip from his own mug. "You got that right, Michael. There's just something about the combination of beer, food and good company that makes everything better."

Lute, sitting beside Adam, raised her mug in a silent toast before taking a delicate sip, her expression one of serene enjoyment. She leans onto Adam and gets comfortable. "Especially when its with the people you love, Sir."

Adam nods as he places his arm around Lute's shoulders.

The trio settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound filling the room the soft clinking of their mugs as they drank the night away.

Notes:

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Chapter 42: Dinner with Tension

Summary:

Jophiel wants Adam.

Lute dislikes Jophiel.

Notes:

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter Text

1950 B.C

Upon leaving to head out for dinner, Adam and Lute were surprised to find Jophiel standing on the other side of their door.

"Hi Adam!" Jophiel squeals excitedly.

"Ahhh!" Adam jumps back in surprise while Lute quickly unsheathes her swords and stands in-between them.

"Stay behind me Sir!" Lute yells. Despite knowing she is no match for a Seraphim, Lute was still gearing to fight this stalker.

"Calm down Lute. I bring no harm." Jophiel says with a smug smile. "Not like you can stop me anyway."

"Doesn't mean I won't try you bitch." Lute says with her sword pointed at Jophiel.

After calming down, Adam comes up behind Lute and places his hand on Lute's hand. "Put your sword away Lute. You can't keep doing this whenever Jophiel is around."

"But Sir, she is a threat!" Lute exclaims to Adam. "A threat TO YOU!"

"Relax Lute, she has been ... "observing" us for decades. Creepy but she hasn't attacked us at all." Adam reasons. "The only time she ever did attack was that one time you punched her."

"Yes." Jophiel says through gritted teeth as her aura intensifies, sending a very frightening chill down Lute's spine. "I remember that day very clearly."

Lute gulps as Jophiel stares her down. While Lute may be willing to fight a seraphim, she was still very much afraid of doing so.

Adam however was oblivious to the aura and continued as is. "So Jophiel, are you looking for Sera or Emily?"

Hearing Adam's voice, Jophiel threatening aura recedes and she dons a bright smile. "No, I'm here for you Adam."

"Me?" Adam questions with a puzzled look.

"See Sir! She is a threat!" Lute yells out as she unsheathes her sword once more.

A THREAT TO OUR LOVE!

"Will you just - chill Lute." Adam says as he reaches out to push her hand down once more. "Let's hear her out."

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." Jophiel continues. "I would like to take you out to dinner."

"Dinner? Sure, we were just heading out for some anyway." Adam says before turning to Lute. "Right Lute?"

But before Lute could respond, Jophiel cuts her off. "No, Lute won't be joining us. It will just be the two of us."

"Sir, you can't!" Lute interjects with fervor. "Lady Sera has said that I must accompany you wherever you go!"

"Sorry Jophiel, but Lute is right." Adam confirms Lute's words.

"Sure, with regards to safety, Lute needs to be by your side." Jophiel nods. "But as a Seraphim, I am more than capable of ensuring your safety."

"That may be but Lady Sera, THE HIGH SERAPHIM, placed me in charge of his safety." Lute stands firm, her eyes locked onto Jophiel's.

"And I am here to relieve you of your duty." Jophiel says with animosity. "You deserve some rest and relaxation. Time to yourself."

Jophiel couldn't believe this ungrateful bitch. Here she was, willing to take Adam off her hands and she is blatantly disrespecting her.

LET ME HAVE MY ADAM!

"I don't NEED time to myself." Lute says with a stern voice. "My duty is to protect Adam, and that duty is paramount above all else. Especially against certain undesirables."

Jophiel's eyes narrow, the air thick with tension as the two women engage in a silent battle of wills. Adam, caught in the middle, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, sensing the escalating hostility.

"Alright, enough." Adam says, stepping between them. "Jophiel, I appreciate your offer, but Lute's right. I'm not going anywhere without her."

Jophiel could only sigh in defeat. "Very well, she may come along as well." Jophiel reaches and takes Adam's hand in hers. "Of course, she is free to leave at anytime."

"Never!" Lute exclaims as she grabs Adam's other hand.

Adam felt like a tug-of-war rope, with Jophiel pulling one arm and Lute gripping the other. He looked from one to the other, both women's gazes fierce and unyielding.

"Okay, okay!" Adam said, trying to defuse the tension. "If we're going anywhere, it has to be all three of us. There's no other way."

Jophiel’s eyes narrowed slightly but then softened, her grip on Adam's hand loosening. "Fine," she said, her voice smooth and unyielding. "But know that this is a gesture of goodwill on my part."

Lute’s eyes remained suspicious, but she released Adam's other hand, taking a step back but staying close to him. "I'm watching you." she muttered.

Jophiel nodded, her smile returning, though there was a hint of something unreadable in her eyes. "Understood. Now, shall we proceed with our outing?"

Adam sighed inwardly, grateful for the temporary peace but still feeling the weight of the tension lingering in the air. "Yes, let's go."

With that, the trio set off, Jophiel leading the way with a graceful stride. They soon end up in the promenade and enter a high end restaurant. As Jophiel was a Seraphim, the angels working inside quickly ushered them to the best table in the establishment, offering a menu that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow.

"This place is amazing," Adam remarked, glancing around at the elegant décor and the subtle aura of magic that seemed to suffuse the air. He hardly comes to these places since he cooks often.

"It's one of my favorite spots." Jophiel said, her smile genuine this time. "The food here is divine. Very famous amongst the winners. Though your cooking still edges it out by quite a margin."

Lute remained silent, her eyes darting around warily as if expecting an ambush at any moment. Adam could sense her tension, but he also knew that she would never let it show openly.

As they settled into their seats, with Jophiel across from Adam while Lute sits beside him, Jophiel leans forward, her gaze fixed on Adam with an intensity that made him shift uncomfortably in his chair.

"I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you." she said, her voice low and flirty. "I want to know you better."

"Well, there isn't much for me to tell that the history books don't already say." Adam replies, still a little creeped out by Jophiel. "And I know you've been 'observing' me these past few decades."

Jophiel chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, Adam, there's always more to a person than what's written in history books. I want to know about the man himself."

Adam shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze, feeling exposed in a way he hadn't anticipated. He glanced at Lute, who was watching Jophiel like a hawk, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword beneath the table.

"I see." Adam replies. "What do you want to know?"

"How about ..." Jophiel puts her finger to her lips. "What do you desire in a woman?"

Lute perked up when Jophiel had asked the question. All this time, they had never though to ask Adam what he wanted in a woman. This was her chance to learn his desires.

The question had caught Adam off guard. Never in his life did he have to think about what HE wanted in a woman. His heart was still recovering from the attack by Eve but still it was a good question.

What does he want in a woman?

Someone who is loyal like Lute.

Someone who is caring like Sera.

Someone who always smiles like Emily.

Someone who shares his passion like Aclima.

Someone who never gives up like Vaggie.

Someone who is beautiful like Jophiel.

These traits were appealing to Adam but after his whole ordeal with Lilith and Eve, the one thing he desired above all in a woman was simple.

"I want someone who desires me in return." Adam says confidently.

Jophiel's smile widened, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Desires you, hmm? That's quite the simple yet profound desire, Adam."

Jophiel reached out a hand, placing it gently on Adam's, her touch light yet strangely comforting. "Sometimes, Adam, what we seek is closer than we think. Perhaps you just need to open your eyes to see."

Adam glanced up, meeting Jophiel's gaze with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Lute quickly places her hand on Adam's as well. "It means the one for you may very well be right BESIDE YOU." Lute says as she glares at Jophiel.

"I disagree." Jophiel states, returning the glare. "I think you should look ACROSS from you."

Adam felt a wave of confusion wash over him as he looked between the two women, each offering cryptic advice that seemed to tug at his heart in different ways. His mind raced, trying to decipher their words and the hidden meanings behind them.

Before Adam could press either of them for further explanation, the waiter arrived to take their orders, providing a brief respite from the intensity of the conversation. As they placed their orders and the waiter departed, Adam found himself once again caught between the two enigmatic women.

Thankfully, the conversation had shifted to something more general. Jophiel had asked him about his time on Earth and Adam was happy to regale her with tales of his adventures and life on Earth. Jophiel was all too keen to listen.

However, Lute was uncomfortable, she notices Jophiel's leg creeping closer and closer to Adam.

That stalker bitch thinks she wouldn't notice but so long as it involved Adam in anyway, she will always know.

Lute delivers a swift kick to Jophiel's leg, causing her to yelp in surprise and draw back her leg. Adam, startled, looked between the two women, confusion evident on his face.

"Lute, what was that for?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

Lute's expression remained stoic as she shifted in her seat, her hand still resting on her sword beneath the table. "Apologies, Sir. Just thought I saw a bug crawling near Jophiel's leg."

Jophiel, rubbing her leg discreetly under the table, shot Lute a venomous glare, but her smile remained fixed in place as she turned back to Adam. "Yes, just a harmless bug, I'm sure."

Adam, though still perplexed, let the matter drop, though he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on beneath the surface. As their meal arrived and conversation flowed more freely, he found himself enjoying the company of both women despite the underlying tension.

Jophiel though was feeling quite petty about earlier. Lute has always been a thorn in her side and she needed to get some revenge.

As Lute brought a spoonful of soup towards her mouth, she felt someone step down hard on her foot. She yelps in pain and drops the spoonful of soup onto herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lute." Jophiel coos. "That bug from earlier is quite elusive, you see. Do forgive me."

Lute eye twitches as she glares at Jophiel. "Of course, all is forgiven." Lute says through gritted teeth.

"Lute, are you alright?" Adam asked, reaching out to gently touch her arm.

Lute forced a smile, though it looked more like a grimace. "I'm fine, Sir. Just a little accident."

Adam nodded, though he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye. He turned to Jophiel, who was now batting her eyelashes innocently, her smile sugary sweet.

"Jophiel, did you ...?" Adam trailed off, not quite sure how to voice his suspicions.

Jophiel's smile widened, though there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, Adam, whatever do you mean? I would never harm Lute on purpose."

Lute scoffed, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Sure, because stepping on someone's foot is just a sign of affection, right?"

"Merely an accident." Jophiel waves her hand dismissively. "I just hate for that DISGUSTING BUG to get close to Adam."

"The feeling is mutual." Lute says with a glare.

The rest of the meal passed with occasional jabs and pointed comments, but Adam managed to steer the conversation towards more neutral topics, sharing stories from his past that managed to captivate both women.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Adam stands and head off, leaving the two women alone at the table.

With Adam gone, the two glare intensely at each other.

"Why are you trying to get in the way of my love?" Jophiel ask with frustration.

"Because I don't trust you." Lute states bluntly.

"Your distrust is misplaced." Jophiel retorts, her eyes narrowing. "I have nothing but good intentions for Adam."

True to her words, Jophiel only wanted to love Adam. However, she also desired to crush the competition.

TO WATCH THEM CRY AS SHE AND ADAM PROFESS THEIR UNDYING LOVE TO EACH OTHER!

Lute scoffs, crossing her arms defensively. "Good intentions? You've been stalking him for decades, Jophiel. That's not love. That's obsession."

"It may seem that way to you but its love to me." Jophiel calmly replies. "I love Adam."

"So do I." Lute, her voice softening as she looked down, the fierce determination in her eyes replaced with a tender vulnerability. "I've loved him for as long as I can remember and definitely a lot longer than you."

Jophiel's expression softened momentarily before hardening again. "You think my love is a joke!? Adam is special, and he deserves to be with someone who can match his greatness. Someone like me."

Lute leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Jophiel's. "You may be the Angel of Love, but that doesn't mean you understand Adam better than I do."

Jophiel was about to retort when Adam returned to the table, oblivious to the heated exchange that had taken place in his absence. He sat down with a relieved sigh, glad to be back in the relatively calmer atmosphere of the restaurant, or so he thought.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked, glancing between the two women, noticing the tense silence.

"Nothing important." Jophiel said quickly, her smile returning as she continued with her meal.

The rest of the meal passed without further incident, though the underlying tension never completely dissipated.

As they walked out of the restaurant, the evening air was cool and refreshing. Jophiel walked slightly ahead, leading the way with an air of confidence, while Lute stayed close to Adam, her eyes scanning their surroundings vigilantly.

Jophiel was glad that they had this meal together. Despite Lute's annoying presence, she was able to learn more about her love and also what he desired.

SHE'LL HAVE HIS HEART SOON ENOUGH!

"Thank you for a lovely time Adam. I do hope next time we could have a more ... private affair." Jophiel said with a flirtatious smile as they reached the mansion.

Adam smiled politely, though there was a hint of discomfort in his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind, Jophiel. But I think it's best if we keep things as they are for now."

Jophiel's smile faltered for a moment before she quickly regained her composure. "Of course, Adam. I understand. Until next time then."

With a graceful nod, Jophiel turned and flew off into the night, leaving Adam and Lute standing alone outside the mansion.

As they watched her go, Lute let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I'm glad that's over with."

Adam chuckled softly, placing a hand on Lute's shoulder. "You and me both, Lute. You and me both."

Together, they headed inside the mansion, the events of the evening still fresh in their minds.

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Chapter 43: Michael's Machinations

Summary:

Michael has a plan.

Notes:

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As the years pass, the human population had risen at a steady rate and continues to do so. Which meant that the death rate had also risen. Unfortunately, people were still being sinful, though not as much as before. Still, a large number of people are going to hell.

Reading the numbers, Michael could only conclude one thing as he sipped his beer. The population in Hell is growing faster than they can cull it. While Adam's daughters were instrumental in keeping the population down, they were not going to be enough for the foreseeable future. Eventually, the population of sinners would surpass all of Heaven's combined population.

Would the trio in hell try to instigate another uprising? Maybe.

Sure, they can't get to Heaven and they practically can't harm angels, but so long as there was a non-zero chance of them becoming a threat, he will make sure to put it down. Lucifer himself already constitutes as a threat.

But how to improve the exorcists efficiency?

Increase the number of exorcists? Not feasible. Adam feathers do not fall so often and plucking him is out of the question.

Could the exorcists use holy light? No. They did not possess the angelic power to do so.

Go down himself? He wishes. The treaty forbids him from doing so unless any of the exorcists were harmed during the exterminations.

As Michael ponders, he replays on his monitor the past few exterminations and reads through the previous reports. Surprisingly, there was one particular year where their extermination numbers doubled, almost tripled over previous years.

Replaying that particular year on his monitor, he was amazed to find the city mostly in ruins BEFORE the exorcists had even arrived. He has seen this level of destruction before which was usually caused by one being.

Eve.

Her destructive tirade across hell was always a sight to see. Buildings would collapse, sinners would run screaming and the very foundations of Hell seemed to quake under her wrath. Eve's mere presence seemed to incite chaos and fear, rendering even the most hardened sinners into quivering messes.

Rewinding the footage to show Eve's rampage, Michael leaned closer to his monitor, scrutinizing the footage for any clues. Of course, the most obvious reason for such an act was given by Eve herself as she shouts the name of the First Man.

'ADAM!' Eve would shout relentlessly throughout the video.

The Mother of humanity, in hell, crying out for the Father of humanity who is in Heaven.

In the wake of her destruction, the sinners had no shelter to hide in, allowing the exorcists to pick them off much more easily instead of wasting time by having to bust down doors and hunting them down.

Michael couldn't help but marvel at the effectiveness of Eve's destruction, albeit unintended. The footage showed a level of chaos that made the exorcists' job significantly easier. He paused the video on an image of Eve, her face contorted with rage and sorrow.

But how to control such a force?

"Could it be?" he mused aloud. The answer to their problem might be standing right in front of him, or rather, rampaging across Hell. Eve's anger, while destructive, was also incredibly effective at destabilizing the population of sinners. If harnessed correctly, her outbursts could become a powerful tool.

And all he needed was Adam.

...

He has an idea!

-

"Where are we Miguel?" Adam ask as he looks around.

Michael grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Welcome to Paradise Gardens, Adam!" he said, gesturing grandly. "The first ever amusement park in all of Heaven! Newly opened!"

Adam's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Rides and attractions gleamed under the golden glow of the sunlight. The air was filled with the sounds of joyous laughter, harmonious music, and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

A colossal roller coaster twisted and turned through the sky, its tracks made of shimmering starlight. Angels flitted about, guiding winners with warm smiles and comforting words.

"Dad! Let's go for that ride!" Aclima yells out excitedly as she points at the rollercoaster.

"I agree Sir!" Lute says with equal excitement. "Let's go for that ride!"

"That does look fun." Adam admitted, a smile spreading across his face. "You up for it Vagasaurus?"

Vaggie, riding piggyback on Adam, nodded her head with fervor. Raising her fist straight up in the air, she shouts, "Yup! Let's go Dad!"

Immediately, Aclima and Lute grab Adam hands and start pulling him towards the ride. As they do, Adam turns back to Michael. "You coming Mikey?"

"You go on ahead!" Michael yells back. "I'll catch up."

As the four of them enter the park, Michael pulls out a small camera orb and turns it on. Throwing it into the air, the orb starts tracking Adam discreetly and records every moment.

With the orb in place. Michael heads in to join them. Adam and his companions eagerly approached the roller coaster, their excitement palpable. Michael trailed behind, his mind still whirring with the potential of his newfound idea. As they stood in line, Adam looked back and waved, urging Michael to join them sooner.

Michael waved back, excited to join them and also for his plan. The orb he had released discreetly hovered above them, capturing every joyous moment.

As they reached the front of the line, all of them pile into the first car, buckling themselves in with anticipation. The roller coaster’s restraints clicked into place, and a gentle hum indicated the ride’s imminent start.

As the roller coaster lurched forward, a surge of excitement rippled through the group. The roller coaster plummeted down its first drop, and screams of delight filled the air. Adam’s laughter echoed back to Michael, blending with the joyous cacophony.

The scene was perfect.

As the day progressed, Michael captured every moment on the orb: the laughter, the shared meals, the playful banter. Each piece of footage would serve as a crucial part of his plan. By the end of the day, he felt a sense of grim satisfaction. He had the material he needed to proceed.

Now all he needed was a case of beer to go along with the upcoming show.

-

There was only one day left before the exterminations came around. The sinners had started to barricade their doors and find shelter for what is to come. Some who refused to heed the advice of those that came before them had taken up arms and were ready to fight.

As they did so, a large and wide video was suddenly being projected out over Pentagram City from the Heaven embassy. Everyone in hell looked out to see what was about to be played.

"Well this is new." Lucifer remarks as he looks out the window.

"They're probably going to play some nonsense about how we deserve our fate or say how horrible we all are." Lilith muses as she also looks out the window. "Aren't you going to come see it Eve?"

"Nah." Eve says, uninterested in whatever was happening as she lazes on the couch. She had to save her energy for when Aclima shows up.

The video starts to countdown.

3.

2.

1.

And the first voice to come through was from the man Eve has been trying to entice down into hell for centuries.

"Aclima, slow down, the ice-cream isn't going to run from you." Adam says as he chuckles.

Eve’s eyes, which had been lazily shut, snapped open at the sound of Adam’s voice. She bolted upright, her heart racing at the sound of his voice. She quickly moves to Lucifer and Lilith side and watches the video. The video shows Adam and his daughters at the amusement park enjoying their day together. The sight of Adam, carefree and smiling, especially together with Aclima, was enough to get Eve's blood boiling.

The footage continued, showing Adam laughing with Aclima, Lute, Vaggie and Michael as the rode the roller coaster, and later sharing a meal with them. Eve’s expression shifted from shock to a mixture of longing and anger. Every moment Adam spent with his daughters, every laugh and tender look, was a knife in her heart. The entire city of sinners, watching this unexpected broadcast, was equally transfixed.

“What the fuck is this!?” Eve yells, her voice trembling.

Adam is happy.

Adam is happy without her!?

HOW FUCKING DARE HE!?

SHE IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN MAKE HIM HAPPY!

FIRST ACLIMA, THAN LUTE AND NOW THERE IS ANOTHER HOMEWRECKER!

Lucifer and Lilith could see that Eve was about to enter one of her moods. Eve's fury was palpable. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that even Lucifer found unnerving. The video continued, showcasing Adam's joy and contentment, a stark reminder of everything Eve had lost and everything she still longed for. Her fists clenched, knuckles white, as she struggled to contain the tempest within her.

Lucifer and Lilith exchanged a glance. They knew what was coming, and they braced themselves for the inevitable explosion.

"Eve," Lilith began cautiously, "maybe you should—"

But it was too late. Eve's rage erupted with the force of a volcanic eruption.

"HOW DARE HE!?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the infernal halls of Hell. "HOW DARE HE BE HAPPY WITHOUT ME!"

With a guttural roar, she stormed out of the room, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Walls cracked, furniture splintered, and the very air seemed to tremble with her wrath. They watch as she bounds out of the castle and race towards the city.

Lucifer and Lilith turn back to the video. Although they are upset that Heaven would broadcast this video to mock them, they can't help but admire the man in it. It has been centuries since they last saw Adam, and now watching him in one of his happier moments feels surreal.

The both of them could only conclude one thing as they watch the video.

Adam is beautiful and his golden eyes were oh so lovely.

Aside from his halo and wings, he was still the same handsome man from Eden they both knew and love.

As they watched the video and admired him, the next scene nearly sent Lucifer into the same rage that Eve had exploded with moments ago.

On the screen, Adam was shown with Michael, laughing boisterously as they both shared a beer and watch as Aclima and Lute compete on the 'Test Your Strength' attraction. The way he looked at him, with such fondness and camaraderie, sent a pang of jealousy through Lucifer’s heart. The sight of Michael, always so smug and righteous, standing beside Adam, sharing in his joy, was infuriating. The one who had cast Lucifer out, who stood in stark opposition to everything he represented, now enjoying what Lucifer had lost.

"Cheers Adam!" Michael yells as he raises his glass.

Adam showed a bright smile as he lifted his own glass and clinked it with Michael's before the both of them down their respective bottles.

Lucifer remembered the days in Eden when Adam’s eyes held that same light when they were together. Despite his own feelings of resentment towards Adam and Michael, he couldn't deny the beauty of their bond. As much as he loathed to admit it, there was a part of him that longed for the same kind of companionship that he and Adam once shared.

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HIM! NOT MICHAEL!

HOW DARE MICHAEL TAKE HIS PLACE!?

ADAM BELONGS TO HIM! NOT FUCKING MICHAEL!

LU LU LAND IS SO MUCH BETTER!

Lilith’s nails dug into the windowsill, her own jealousy flaring as she watched Vaggie ride piggyback on Adam. Lilith's jealousy burned like a consuming flame as she watched the scene unfold. Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists, her jaw set in a tight line. The sight of Vaggie, nestled comfortably against Adam's back, stirred a tumult of emotions within her.

In that moment, she felt a searing envy unlike anything she had experienced before. Vaggie, with her easy familiarity with Adam, seemed to embody everything Lilith longed for but gave up and she loved Lucifer. The way Vaggie laughed and teased Adam, the way she leaned into him without hesitation, it was a painful reminder of Lilith's own distance from him.

She couldn't help but compare herself to Vaggie. She was reminded of her own solitude, her own longing for connection and belonging. And now, seeing someone else occupy the space beside Adam that she so desperately desired, it was almost too much to bear.

ADAM ISN'T MEANT TO BE HAPPY WITH THOSE BITCHES!

HE WAS MEANT TO BE HAPPY WITH THE THREE PEOPLE THAT LOVE HIM THE MOST!

IN HELL!

HOW DARE HE!?

The two share a knowing glance before Lucifer snaps his fingers and teleports them away.

Meanwhile, in Pentagram City, Eve’s rampage had begun. Buildings crumbled under her furious blows, and sinners scattered like leaves in a storm. Her rage-fueled destruction was unparalleled, her screams echoing with the depth of her anguish and anger. “ADAM!” she bellowed, tearing through the city with a single-minded ferocity. Her rage was paused for a moment when Lucifer and Lilith suddenly teleported in front of them.

However, they weren't here to stop her. It would be foolish to do so.

With a wave of his hand, Lucifer sends out a wave of hellfire towards a group of sinners. The flames consumed them, their screams of pain quickly die down, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. Lilith, with a flick of her wrist, summoned tendrils of darkness that ensnared fleeing sinners, dragging them back into Eve's path. Together, they joined in Eve's warpath, channeling their fury towards the city.

The trio were angry and nothing was going to stop them.

"ADAM!" They shout in unison as the video of Adam smiling continues to play overhead.

-

Watching the chaos unfold on his monitor, Michael was happy to see that his plan had succeeded. Not only was Eve upset and wrecking the city, Lucifer and Lilith had joined her and are now causing massive damage to the city on an unprecedented scale.

Yeah, he has a good feeling that they'll surpass their previous record and than some.

"You did wonderful Michael." Sera congratulates him as she sips her homemade soup that Adam had made for her before he had left for Eden with Emily.

"Thank you Sera." Michael smiles as he sips his beer.

Together, they watch as the once large and bright city slowly crumble into ruins. Sinners trying to flee from the trio's wrath, only to be met with relentless destruction at every turn. The chaos was a symphony of screams and crumbling buildings, a testament to the power of their collective fury.

"Though, I still wish you have invited Emily and myself on that trip." Sera says, eyeing Michael sternly. "I would very much have liked to be with Adam on such a happy occasion and Emily is still upset at you for excluding her."

Michael chuckles, shaking his head. "Next time, I promise. But for now, let's enjoy the show."

Sera nods as they both settle into a comfortable silence as they watch the trio from hell. Whatever sinners they kill will soon respawn the next day and just in time for the exterminations. With no shelter to seek, the exorcists will easily pick them off.

"I'm sure my meeting with them this year is going to be lovely." Michael muses, already imagining the colorful words they were going to throw at him.

Sera smirks as she entertains an idea.

"I believe I will join you in this meeting as well."

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Sera vs Eve!

Chapter 44: The Weight of Guilt

Summary:

Cain needs some love.

Sera needs to kill.

Notes:

Took a while for me to cook up this chapter and I had a lot of fun doing it.

Hope you guys love this chapter!

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Chapter Text

Hannah felt fortunate that she and Cain had avoided the city when the video of their Dad played overhead. The devastation was beyond comprehension. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles, chaos swallowed the streets, and a thick cloud of dust and smoke shrouded the sky, obscuring the heavenly orb. Amidst the distant cries of panic, one word stood out: "Adam!" yelled by the rulers of hell and the First Mother.

Now, a day later, exorcists roamed the once bustling city, mercilessly dispatching sinners. Hannah and Cain couldn't shake the fear that one of these trigger-happy exorcists, or rather, one of their "sisters" as they had come to learn from Aclima, might venture out to kill them. Thankfully, Aclima had kept her promise over the past few decades; none had attempted to reach them.

Their stomachs rumble as they see Aclima approaching with a large bag of food. That food was the only thing they look forward to in hell.

"Are you sure you're ready to meet her?" Hannah ask, her voice tinged with both hope and apprehension. Cain nodded, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt. Meeting Aclima face-to-face was a significant step, and one neither of them took lightly.

Cain didn't want to avoid meeting his sister anymore. He wasn't afraid that she might kill her, in fact, he is quite confident she won't thanks to Hannah efforts.

Rather, Cain was afraid to hear or talk about Abel, to hear about how their Dad probably resents him. The guilt he feels over Abel's death has been haunting him ever since that tragic day. Many nights, sleep eludes him. When he closes his eyes, he sees Abel's lifeless form, the blood-stained earth, and hears the echo of his anguished cry.

He wonders if he will ever be forgiven, if the weight of his sin will ever lighten. His dreams are plagued by memories, twisted and dark, where Abel's face morphs into a specter of vengeance. Abel's specter haunted his dreams for centuries and even more so after the flood had taken his life.

Yet, who knew that falling into hell was the best thing to have ever happened to him. Meeting Hannah had been a blessing. She had seen through the darkness that cloaked his heart, helped him confront the shadows, and offered him solace in a place that was anything but forgiving. Together, they had found a strange kind of peace amidst the torment, a bond that defied the very essence of their damned existence.

With her love, Cain slowly found the strength to forgive himself. He knows that he deserves his fate in hell but he wants to be better. He doesn't want to be the smug and arrogant bastard he was back in life. He wants to be the man that Hannah loves.

The more time he spent working on himself, the more his dreams changed for the better. Abel still haunted his dreams but now, instead of being a harbinger of guilt and condemnation, he sometimes appeared as a beacon of forgiveness, a symbol of hope in the abyss of despair.

Cain found himself longing for those moments when Abel's presence brought not anguish, but a gentle reminder that he could always choose to be better.

Hannah watched Cain's face closely, her own heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She reached out and squeezed his hand, offering silent support.

"You won't be doing this alone. We're in this together." she reminded him gently. "Just remember, it starts with sorry."

Cain gave her a grateful smile, though it was tinged with sorrow. The burden of his past weighed heavily on him, and the impending meeting with Aclima only made it feel more acute. Yet, he knew this was a step he had to take. For too long, he had avoided confronting the ghosts of his past, hiding behind the shield of time and distance.

Aclima's approach interrupted his thoughts. She moved gracefully, her eyes sharp and knowing. As she reached them, she set down the bag of food, her gaze shifting between Hannah and Cain.

"Cain?" Aclima ask in disbelief.

"Hello Aclima, long time no see." Cain says, trying to portray confidence but failing to do so when the nervousness in voice was apparent.

Aclima's expression softened slightly at the sight of her brother, though there was still a guardedness in her eyes. "Indeed, it has been too long." she replied, her voice carrying a mixture of emotions that mirrored Cain's own. She glanced briefly at Hannah, acknowledging her presence before returning her attention to Cain.

"You've changed." she remarked, her tone thoughtful as she studied him. "I can see it in your eyes."

Cain swallowed, feeling exposed under Aclima's scrutiny. He had hoped that time would have dulled her perception, but it seemed that his sister was as sharp as ever. "I ... I've had a lot of time to reflect." he admitted, his voice quiet but sincere. "And Hannah ... she's helped me see things differently."

Aclima nods. On the one hand, seeing Cain had brought up old memories and feelings. She wanted to grab her spear and kill Cain this very moment for causing their father such great anguish in the past for killing Abel.

On the other hand, she didn't want to lose this relationship she has with Hannah and well ... deep down, she did miss her brother. They used to be close, before everything went wrong. Aclima couldn't deny the bond they shared, the memories of a time when they were just children, innocent and carefree.

"You've made quite an impression on him." Aclima said, turning her gaze to Hannah. "I must admit, I didn't expect to see him change so much."

To think, the once arrogant and boastful Cain. Now stood before her, humbled and contrite. The weight of his past sins hung heavy on his shoulders, but there was a glimmer of something hopeful in his eyes. Aclima couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride mixed with a hint of sadness.

Hannah smiled, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her. "He's done most of the hard work himself." she said modestly, squeezing Cain's hand again for reassurance. "I've just been here to support him."

"I'm sorry." Cain mutters out after taking a deep breath.

Cain's voice, though quiet, carried the weight of genuine remorse as he spoke those two simple words. Hannah felt his hand tighten slightly in hers, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of his apology.

Aclima's expression softened further at his apology, her features betraying a mix of surprise and understanding. For a moment, there was silence between them, the weight of Cain's words hanging in the air like a fragile bridge spanning the chasm of their shared history.

"I'm sorry, for killing ... Abel." Cain clarifies.

Aclima sighs. When she had first heard about Abel's death at the hands of Cain, she would have given almost anything to be the one to end him. But now, centuries in Heaven, she hasn't even thought of Cain or his fate. To see him apologize so earnestly was not what she had expected.

It was probably time to bury the hatchet for everyone's sake.

"Its not my forgiveness that you should be seeking." Aclima says. "But I forgive you Cain, for what its worth."

"I mean, I've been killing our siblings for a good few centuries now so I would be quite the hypocrite to scorn you." Aclima says, trying to lighten the mood.

"All this over Dad?" Hannah ask.

Aclima gestures towards the once large city now reduced to mostly rubble.

"You know what our mom is like. And now teamed up with Lucifer and Lilith, they have become quite the destructive force." Aclima says in a calm voice. "We do all this to protect him."

Hannah remembers when their mom instigated the uprising all those years ago. Unlike her other siblings, she was very much a coward and while she loves her Dad, she didn't want to fight Heaven and it was fortunate that she didn't because of ... well, the whole 'extermination' that started because of it.

"... Does Dad know?" Cain ask.

Aclima shakes her head. "No, and it's better that way. He doesn't need the burden of knowing what we do to keep him safe."

Hannah reaches for the bag of food, breaking the tension that lingered in the air. "Let's eat," she suggests, hoping to lighten the mood. "We can talk more afterward."

Aclima nods, a small smile touching her lips. "Yes, let's."

Settling down to eat, the three of them find a strange sense of camaraderie as they talk about their mother. As they share their meal, Cain feels the weight of guilt and regret slowly lifting from his shoulders, replaced by a newfound determination to make amends and to embrace the possibility of a better future, both for himself and for those he cares about.

His thoughts drift to his father. How in the video that was played had shown him being so happy. If anyone deserves happiness, it would definitely be him.

Cain vows that he would never again bring such anguish to his father again.

AT ANY COST!

-

A week after the exterminations, Lucifer, Lilith and Eve were eager to get some answers. Marching up to the embassy, they slam its door open and head for the counter where a gold bell sat upon. Lucifer taps the bell and quickly signs the three of them in. Once done, they make their way to the meeting room and Eve kicks the door open. The trio from hell were caught off guard when they found a second Seraphim next to Michael.

"How uncouth." Sera remarks as she sees the three of them.

Sera and Michael sat side by side, Sera with her homemade soup and Michael with his beer, as they awaited the arrival of the trio from hell. Though they didn't show it outwardly, both were excited for this meeting, eager to bask in their anguish. In preparation, Sera and Michael had chosen not to wear their usual attire. Instead, Sera wore a shirt that said 'Best Mom' while Michael wore one that said 'Best Friend' both shirts signed by Adam.

"Greetings brother, his wife and concubine!" Michael greets them with a smug smile. "Have a seat and -"

Michael is cutoff when the very chair he was gesturing at was thrown towards him, phasing through his hologram. Frankly, he wasn't surprised that the chair had been thrown at him as it had become a regular occurrence with their annual meetings. Instead, he was surprised that it was Lucifer who threw the chair instead of Eve.

"Rather aggressive way of greeting." Sera says as she narrows her eyes at them.

"PARADISE GARDENS!?" Lucifer yells out in anger. "My Lu-Lu Land is ten times better than that miserable excuse for a theme park that you made!."

"Yet Adam visited mine instead of yours." Michael says with a smirk. "Must be a skill issue."

"Oh! You fucking piece of -" Lucifer yells but is cut off when Eve pushes past him.

"YOU!" Eve yells out as she marches up to Sera's hologram with her finger pointing towards her. "GIVE ME MY ADAM! I WANT MY HUSBAND BACK!"

Sera's calm demeanor didn't waver as she took a slow, deliberate sip of her soup, her eyes locked onto Eve's fiery gaze. Michael, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Michael, please ensure we get what we came for." Sera informs him. "While I enjoy my homemade soup that ADAM made for me."

Eve tries to grab at the container with the soup in it but her hand just phases through the hologram. "That is suppose to be my soup!"

"You three know how this goes." Michael says smugly. He holds up his hand and gestures towards Lucifer for something.

Lucifer rolls his eyes with annoyance before snapping his fingers and summoning a document on the table. Michael than snap his fingers and the document appears in his hands. After skimming through it, Michael nods his head to Sera.

"Greetings Eve." Sera nods her head to Eve.

"GIVE ME MY HUSBAND AND THAT SOUP!" Eve shouts angrily in Sera's face. "Where is he you bitch!?"

"Husband?" Sera tilts her head. "As I recall, you are widowed."

"I am not single and you know it!" Eve exclaims in frustration. "Adam is mine!"

"That does not seem to be the case. My son is currently single and isn't in a relationship." Sera says as she sips her soup. "Yet."

"HE IS NOT FUCKING SINGLE!" Eve shouts. "HE IS MINE!"

"Is that right?" Sera says with a raised eyebrow. "Are you not in a polyamorous relationship with those two? Not only that, I recently saw a recording where you claim to no longer love him. In fact, you seem to want Michael here instead."

"YOU TRICKED ME!" Eve tries to punch Sera but her fist goes right through her hologram.

"I'm flattered Eve but I'm not like my misguided brother over there." Michael chuckles as he gestures towards Lucifer. "I must thank you brother. Being Adam's BEST FRIEND has many benefits.

"You pompous piece of shit!" Lucifer throws a fireball at him but it fails to connect, hitting the wall after passing through Michael's hologram. "HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY PLACE!"

"Take it? As I recall, you gave it up." Michael says as he puff out his chest, accentuating the words on his shirt towards Lucifer. "I don't believe that having an affair with his first wife and tricking the second are the actions of a best friend."

"IT WASN'T FUCKING LIKE THAT!" Lilith cuts in with her own angry shout.

"So you didn't cheat on my son and hide the fact? You didn't choose to break his heart only after he nearly discovered your affair?" Sera questions sternly. "You even sat him down and told him how much more thrilling it was to be with Lucifer?"

Lilith couldn't deny what Sera had said. At that time, she simply followed her heart and did not think about her actions. She had many regrets about Eden but loving Lucifer wasn't one of them. But breaking Adam's heart the way she and Lucifer did was definitely one of her biggest regrets.

Lilith swallowed hard, the weight of Sera’s words pressing down on her like a millstone. "I ... I never wanted to hurt Adam." she admitted, her voice softer now, laden with remorse. "I loved him, but I also loved Lucifer. It wasn’t about betrayal, it was about following my heart."

"And in following your heart, you shattered his." Sera replied, her tone cutting but controlled. She put her soup down and leaned forward slightly, her eyes boring into Lilith's. "Do you really believe he could just forget that pain? That betrayal!?"

"I didn't mean for it to be that way." Lilith replies, her voice becoming meeker.

"He even accepted your relationship with Lucifer after all the pain. Allowed himself to be relegated to be that of a brother to you." Sera continues, her voice now taking on an angrier tone. "Did my son not give you his blessings as well!?"

"I ..." Lilith wanted to retort but couldn't find the words to do so.

Yes, she broke his heart but so what? She wants to make amends and be with him again. They were originally meant to be together after all!

WHY CAN'T THIS BITCH SEE THAT!?

SHE NEEDS HIS LOVE!

TO FEEL THAT TENDER LOVE AGAIN!

"He loved you and only wanted for you to be happy. So what did you do to repay his kindness?" Sera says as she turns her attention back to Eve. "You got Eve, his second wife to eat the forbidden fruit."

"I was tricked and you know it!" Eve yells out in defense. "I never betrayed him!"

"You tried to force him to eat the fruit!" Sera retorts, her voice rising in anger. "He left Eden because of you!"

"It was never our intention to hurt Adam! We love him as much as -" Lucifer tries to reason but Sera cuts him off as multiple eyes started appearing over Sera, her anger at the trio made clear.

"MY SON HAS NIGHTMARES BECAUSE OF YOU THREE!"

Lucifer and Lilith were taken aback by the news. Sera's fury was palpable, the air in the room crackling with tension. Lucifer exchanged a glance with Lilith, both realizing the depth of their actions' repercussions. The weight of Adam's suffering bore down on them heavily.

"Nightmares?" Lucifer repeated, his voice quieter now, tinged with guilt. He and Lilith hadn't expected that, Adam seemed so happy in the video, enjoying his time without a care in the world.

Sera recalls as she looks at them with frustration. "So many nights I had to assure him that none of us would abandon him. So many nights I had to promise him that none of us would run into your arms like Lilith and Eve had. That we all genuinely love him."

Ever since that day Adam had his nightmare about Lucifer, Lilith and Eve, he would still occasionally get them. Thankfully, Adam never tried to leave the house again like the first time, but whenever he had those nightmares, he would always struggle in his sleep, trying to escape whatever nightmare had gripped him. All Sera and the others could do was hold him tightly and whisper how much they love him. But still, Sera could see the dark circles and eyebags forming.

Sera’s voice softened slightly, her anger giving way to a more sorrowful tone as she continued. "He struggles with the same fears and insecurities you instilled in him. He relives the betrayal, the abandonment, the heartache."

Lucifer had always prided himself on his independence, his defiance, how he knew better, but now he couldn't escape the truth of his actions. Adam's nightmares were a stark reminder of the pain he had caused, a pain he couldn't simply dismiss with a wave of his hand. The realization cut through his pride like a blade, leaving behind a raw sense of guilt and regret.

Lilith, too, found herself grappling with her own demons. She had followed her heart, yes, but at what cost? The love she had shared with Lucifer had blinded her to the suffering she had inflicted on Adam. She had thought herself free from the constraints of Eden, free to pursue her desires, but now she saw the chains she had forged with her own hands. The weight of Adam's anguish bore down on her, crushing her beneath its unforgiving burden.

But Eve believes differently. She knows that Adam will always be happiest with her! That he suffers in the company of angels.

"BECAUSE YOU DON'T LET HIM BE WITH HIS TRUE LOVE!" Eve shouts, unafraid of Sera. "He belongs to me!"

When will this oversized whore realize that Adam is hers and hers alone!

ADAM LEFT EDEN FOR HER!

ADAM LEFT SERA FOR HER!

ADAM IS RIGHTFULLY HERS!

"You will NEVER have him again!" Sera shouts, her composure broken with having to deal with Eve's audacity. She wanted nothing more than to smite Eve and end her existence once and for all. Her biggest regret was never stopping Adam from leaving the garden with this harlot!

SHE SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HIM FROM LEAVING WITH FORCE!

Michael reaches out his hand and places it on her shoulder, an uncharacteristic gesture of restraint. Sera takes a deep breath, her many eyes closing one by one until only her human pair remains open. She leans back, trying to regain her composure.

"Adam stays in Heaven. This will NEVER change!" Sera declared, her voice edged with lingering fury, but tempered by Michael's calming presence.

Michael, sensing the growing volatility, interjected with a smirk. "You three have done enough damage. It's time to let him be."

There was no changing their mind but Lucifer still had to try. Guilt ridden or not, he loves Adam and still wants him in hell with them.

WHETHER ADAM WANTS IT OR NOT!

Lilith, her defiance now tempered with guilt, looked at Sera with pleading eyes. "We just want a chance to make things right. To apologize, to show him we've changed. That we love him and want him."

"Changed?" Sera's says in disbelief. "You think an apology will erase years of torment? You think you deserve a second chance after all you've done?"

"He's family." Lucifer said, his voice softening. "We all are, in our own twisted way. Can't we at least speak to him?"

Sera's glare softened slightly, replaced by a hint of sorrow. "Family? You call yourselves family after everything you've put him through?"

"At least I AM his family!" Eve yells out. "You're just playing pretend mother to him! YOU HAG!"

Sera's eyes blazed with fury, the air around her crackling with the intensity of her anger. She stood up, her figure becoming more imposing as her multiple eyes opened again, each pair reflecting the wrath she felt towards Eve's words.

"How dare you!" Sera seethed, her voice low and dangerous. "You claim to be his family, yet you side with the ones who hurt him the most. You twisted his love, manipulated his trust, and now you stand here demanding what you believe is rightfully yours!?"

Eve, undeterred, stepped forward, her defiance matching Sera's rage. "I AM HIS FUCKING WIFE! I have a RIGHT to be with him."

"I'm sure Aclima and a few others would disagree." Michael quips with a smug smile.

"ACLIMA!" Eve's face contorted with anger, her voice rising. "He loves ME! He always has and always will! You can't keep him from me!"

"We already have." Sera says with a calm tone. "Goodbye Eve. I hope you find love with Lucifer and Lilith because you WON'T find it with Adam."

"YOU BITCH!" Eve takes one last futile swing at Sera. "GIVE ME MY ADAM!"

Michael presses a button and ends the call. The trios hologram disappearing.

"Well, that was ... enlightening." Michael remarks as he opens another beer.

"Indeed." Sera replies as she finishes her soup, trying to calm her nerves.

-

As she was returning home, Sera's anger still smoldered within her, a tempest raging beneath her calm exterior. She had hoped that the meeting with Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve would yield some semblance of closure, but instead, it had only reignited the flames of her fury.

As she entered her home, she finds Adam playing chess with Lute.

"Checkmate Lute!" Adam yells out in triumphant victory. "Five games in a row."

Lute clenched her fists, humiliated once again at this lost. "One more game Sir!"

"Hold that thought, mom is back." Adam says as he gets up and approaches Sera.

"Welcome home mom!" Adam greets with a beaming smile and arms outstretched for a hug.

Sera's heart softened at the sight of her son's warm smile, a stark contrast to the chaos and anger she had just endured. She embraces him tightly, her wings enveloping him.

Adam returns the hug, sensing the tension in Sera's embrace. He gently strokes her back, a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance. For a moment, they stand there, locked in a loving embrace, the outside world fading away as they find solace in each other's presence.

"Are you okay, mom?" Adam asks softly, pulling back slightly to look into Sera's eyes.

Sera smiles, though there is a hint of sadness lingering in her gaze. "I will be, my dear. I will be."

THEY WILL NEVER HAVE YOU!

As Sera tightens her hug, Adam starts feeling his entire body being compressed. "Ummm mom, ease up on the love. I'm -"

THEY DON'T LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS SHE DOES!

"Mom!" Adam starts tapping her back, trying to get her to ease up but Sera ignores it.

"Sir!" Lute flies over and tries to pry Sera wings off of him but her strength wasn't enough. Sera, lost in her thoughts, only continues to tighten her hug.

ADAM WILL STAY IN HEAVEN!

Notes:

Sera: Protect the Adam

Chapter 45: A Daughter’s Resolve

Summary:

Vaggie has found a new job.

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Chapter Text

1850 B.C

"Dad, I've decided—I want to be an exorcist," Vaggie declared, her voice steady.

Adam blinked, startled from his nap. "An exorcist? Didn't you say you wanted to try everything else first?"

Vaggie nodded, determination gleaming in her eyes. "Yes, but nothing else feels right. I've tried everything over the centuries, and nothing has worked. Maybe this is it."

"I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I believe this is my calling. To be with my sisters!" Vaggie says with glee. Working with her sisters was a positive aspect of the exorcists for her.

"Well, if you want to, I say go for it!" Adam encourages excitedly.

As far as he knew, being a part of the exorcists should be a safe and pretty boring job outside of sparring. They are meant to guard Heaven and so far, he has never heard of any threats to Heaven. Or was it because they are guarding Heaven which is why no threats ever reached Heaven?

Regardless, if Vaggie wants to join them, Adam would support her wholeheartedly.

"Thanks Dad!" Vaggie says. "How does one become an exorcist?"

The questions catches Adam off guard. Every time he created his daughters, he would place them under Michael's care and they all volunteered to join the Exorcists Defense Force. It was a good job to have since it was relatively safe and allowed them to be close to their sisters, but he had never really looked into the specifics of how one actually became an exorcist.

"I don't know actually." Adam curiosity piques with the question. "Let's go find out!"

Vaggie nods eagerly and they both head to the living room where they find Lute.

"Lets go Lute! We're heading to the training grounds." Adam calls out.

"Oh, are we sparring again Sir!?" Lute ask, excited to spar.

"No. Vaggie here wants to join the exorcists and I'm going to go with her and find out how you girls become one!" Adam says excitedly.

"You ... you are?" Lute swallows nervously. Lute had no problems with Vaggie joining the exorcists. In fact, she would welcome her. Vaggie skills with the spear were on par with Harper's. But to become an exorcist, they have to go through that 'meeting'.

"Sir, you don't have to!" Lute says with a hint of panic. "I can take her there myself."

"Nonsense Lute!" Adam says as he waves his hand dismissively. "I want to see how you girls become an exorcist and I get to see my daughters! Heck, lets call Emily! I'm sure she is around here somewhere."

"No, wait -" Lute tries to stop him but fails.

"Emily!" Adam calls out loudly, his voice carrying throughout the mansion.

Hearing Adam call for her, Emily races out to his location and looks at him while panting.

"Yeah Adam!?" Emily says excitedly.

"We're heading out to the training grounds, wanna join?" Adam ask, happy to see her so excited.

"YES!" Emily squeals with delight as she flies down and lands on Adam's back.

"HEY!" Vaggie yells. Seeing her favorite spot on her Dad being taken by the small seraphim, Vaggie quickly scales Adam's back.

"Come on Vaggie! Let mommy have a turn on his back!" Emily pleads as Vaggie tries to push Emily off.

"You're not my mother!" Vaggie exclaims.

"I will be soon enough." Emily coos.

"I don't care! I ONLY HAVE DADDY!" Vaggie yells as she tightens her hold on Adam.

"And a mommy soon!" Emily teases with a smile. Vaggie only returns her smile with a glare.

"Alright, that's enough you two. Let's head to the training grounds." Adam says he creates a portal. "I'm dying to know how my girls become an exorcist."

Lute quickly rushes forward and steps between them and the portal. "I'm sure Aclima is busy Sir, perhaps we should make an appointment for the future."

"That's fine Lute. We can meet with Michael instead." Adam reaches out and starts pushing Lute through the portal.

"But Sir!" Lute pleas fell on deaf ears as she is pushed through the portal.

-

"Listen up sisters! Today's training will focus on hand-to-hand combat." Aclima shouts out as she stood in front of thousands of her sisters. "While those sinners may not be able to harm us in any meaningful way, that doesn't mean we should get complacent. In the event that you lose you grip on your weapon, I still expect you to use your fist! Mastery of all forms of combat is essential to our duties."

The sea of exorcists nodded in unison, their expressions serious. Aclima's presence commanded respect, and her words were law on the training grounds.

"Remember! We do this to protect our Father! Those sinners -" Aclima speech was interrupted with the sudden opening of a portal. Emerging from the portal was Lute and Adam with Emily and Vaggie on his back.

"DAD!?" Aclima exclaims in surprise. All the exorcists quickly turn themselves around to face their father.

"Hi Dad!" Many of them shouted.

"Spar with me Dad!" Others shouted.

"Did you bring food!?" A couple of stomachs could be heard rumbling.

"We love you Dad!" All of them shouted in unison.

Adam's chest swelled with pride as he grinned, his daughters' voices echoing around him. He had never gotten used to the overwhelming love and admiration his daughters showed him, but it always warmed his heart.

"Hey girls!" he called out, his voice carrying over the training grounds. "I love seeing all of you working so hard!"

Aclima quickly regained her composure and flies over her sisters and to her father, her face a mixture of love and slight panic at the unexpected interruption.

"Dad, what brings you here today?" she asked, her tone formal yet affectionate as she glances over at Lute. "I wasn't expecting you to be here today."

Adam gently set Emily and Vaggie down, and they both stood beside him, Vaggie looking around with a mix of awe and determination. "Vaggie has decided she wants to become an exorcist!" Adam announced proudly. "And I realized I don't actually know the process you all go through to join the ranks. So, I thought I'd come see it for myself."

"Is that so ..." Aclima says. "Excuse me for a moment."

Aclima steps away from the group and heads over to Harper.

"Distraction plan 13" Aclima whispers quietly to her. Harper nods in response and does a series of hand signs to the rest of the exorcists.

Satisfied, Aclima returns to her father and puts her arm around Vaggie. "I'll bring Vaggie to get a fitting for her uniform."

"Oh, I'll join you!" Emily says with glee. "I know all her measurements after all."

"You what!?" Vaggie yells as everyone looked at her in disbelief.

"Of course I know. A mother just does." Emily says as she giggles.

"You're not my mom!" Vaggie exclaims in frustration.

"So shy." Emily replies with a smile.

"I ... appreciate it Emily but I think its better you stay with Dad. I can handle this." Aclima assures.

They need to keep both her and Dad distracted while they talk to Vaggie. Dad and Emily must never know of their true purpose!

"Dad!" Harper calls out as she and a few of her sisters rush forward. "Let's spar!"

"I love to honey, but not today. I'm here to watch Vaggie become an exorcist like the rest of you." Adam replies.

"Come on Dad!" Harper eggs him on. "We may not win in a one on one but how about a six on one!"

Adam was intrigued. The challenge of taking on six of them does make his fighting spirit excited. "Six on one, huh?" Adam stroked his chin thoughtfully, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "That does sound like fun. I guess I can spare a few minutes. Alright, you’re on!"

As Adam walked towards the sparring ring, Vaggie felt a surge of excitement and a hint of nervousness. Aclima took her hand gently, leading her towards a more secluded part of the training grounds.

"Don’t worry, Vaggie. This will be quick. We just need to talk about a few things before you officially join us." Aclima assured her, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Emily and Adam were sufficiently distracted.

-

Sera was exhausted.

Going through the proposals and feedback provided by the winners on how to improve their life or Heaven in general had been mentally draining.

Sera slumped in her chair, rubbing her temples with weary fingers. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on her shoulders as she reviewed each proposal, trying to find the best course of action for the well-being of Heaven and its inhabitants.

The winners' suggestions varied widely, from small adjustments to daily routines to ambitious plans for restructuring society though more often than not, she finds many of their ideas idiotic. Still, some of the ideas had its merits and drawbacks, and Sera felt the weight of making decisions that would affect the lives of countless beings.

As she reached for yet another proposal, her eyes drooped with fatigue. The endless stream of paperwork seemed never-ending, and she longed for a moment of respite. To hug her son or daughter and just forget about the workload she had.

She was grateful when she suddenly received a call. Tapping her halo to answer, she finds Lute on the other line.

"Lady Sera, there might be an issue." Lute reports.

"Might?" Sera ask. "What sort of issue."

"Adam and Emily are at the training grounds." Lute informs.

That in itself wasn't an issue. They have both been to the training grounds numerous times. Adam more so as he enjoyed sparring with his daughters and talking with Michael. Though he never said he was going to visit the training grounds today.

"Vaggie wishes to join the exorcist program and Adam wants to oversee her initiation." Lute continues.

Now there is the issue. Before anyone of them joins the exorcists, they always had a meeting beforehand where they had to swear secrecy to never tell Adam or Emily what they were about to tell them. And now Adam wants to witness that process?

NEVER!

"I'll be there." Sera says sternly and she abruptly hangs up.

Leaving the paperwork on her desk, she summons a portal and immediately heads to the training grounds.

-

Aclima had escorted Vaggie into Michael's office where they find him sitting with a serious expression. Upon entering, Aclima gestures for Vaggie to take a seat in front of Michael before she locks the door and stands guard by it.

"I thought I was getting fitted for my uniform?" Vaggie says as she sits nervously in front of Michael. Not used to seeing him being so stoic instead of carefree. Especially because he had no beer in hand with him.

"You will be should you accept to join the exorcists after hearing what I'm about to tell you." Michael replies. "But before we begin, you must swear to secrecy that whatever you hear in this room, it must not reach to Adam or Emily ears. Understood?"

"Yes." Vaggie nods.

"Good." Michael says. "Tell me, what do you know about Eve, Lilith and Lucifer?"

"As much as anyone else I suppose." Vaggie says. "But the gist of it is that all three of them betrayed my Dad with Eve doing so a little later and now all three of them are condemned to hell."

"Indeed they are." Michael nods. "However, do you know what became of them?"

Vaggie thinks hard, recalling her history lessons. "No ... there has been no more info about them after my Dad's arrival in Heaven."

Michael presses a button and a video on a large monitor starts playing. The video shows when the trio had instigated the crowd of sinners to uprise against hell. Lilith instilling them with confidence, Eve riling up the crowd and Lucifer assuring them that they can attack Heaven.

"What is that?" Vaggie ask. Frightened by what she sees.

"That is Lucifer, Lilith and Eve inciting the sinners to uprise against Heaven." Michael explains. "And do you know why?"

Vaggie watches as Eve shouts to the crowd. Her words clear in what she wanted.

"They want my Dad?" Vaggie ask in disbelief.

Those three had already betrayed him and left him so what more could they possibly want from him!?

Not only that, they are the ones that introduced sin into the world and the angels had to flood it because of them! They were the ones responsible for her having shitty parents!

SHE WON'T LET THEM TAKE HER DAD TOO!

"Yes, they want Adam." Michael confirms. "Who knows what their intentions are for him but if they are willing to kill and slaughter millions of people in Heaven to get to him, can you imagine what they will do to him?"

As Michael's words sank in, a chill ran down Vaggie's spine. Protecting her father was paramount, but the weight of this secret felt like a heavy shroud over her heart.

Than she felt her blood boil. Why couldn't those three leave her father alone!? What kind of sick twisted people are they to want to hurt him constantly!

"Which brings me to why the exorcists were formed. Every year, we go down to cull the sinner population and reduce their numbers so that they don't have a chance to uprise against Heaven." Michael explains. "But with more people dying and being sent to hell every year, we need all the help we can get. It's a fortunate thing that all your sisters volunteered to join in this program."

Aclima steps forward and stands beside Vaggie. "Your presence would really help our cause. Lute has told me how much of a natural you are with a spear."

Vaggie eagerly nods. She wants to join the exorcists.

SHE WANTS TO PROTECT HER DADDY!

"This is strictly voluntary, you do not have to say 'yes'. We only ask that you keep it a secret from your father and Emily." Michael assures. "You know how much your father loves his children and Emily isn't ready to be a part of this."

"So that's why you send them to Eden every year." Vaggie says.

Aclima nods. "Yes, to ensure they never discover our activities."

"So Vaggie, do you still wish to join the exorcists?" Michael ask.

Without hesitation, Vaggie gives her answer.

"Yes." Vaggie says, her resolve resolute.

-

"Come on Dad! Just one more match!" Harper begs as she clung to his hand. Not only to continue to distract him but also to make up for the embarrassingly quick defeat she and her sisters suffered.

"Yeah Dad! Give us another chance!" The other five girls beg as they each clung to a part of his body.

"Come on girls, I already won your one on six challenge. We can spar again later." Adam says as he rubs Harper's head. "Now I got to go find Vaggie."

"You can't Sir!" Lute pleads as she tries to hold him back from following after Vaggie.

"Why not?" Emily ask with curiosity.

She and Adam just wanted to see how someone becomes an exorcist. Surely it wasn't such a big deal?

"Because of the sensitive information that you two are not privy to." Sera interrupts with her sudden appearance.

"Mom!?" Both Adam and Emily exclaim in unison.

Sera glanced between Adam and Emily, her expression a mix of sternness and concern. "This is an internal matter for the exorcists. It's not something you should witness."

"But Mom, we just wanted to support Vaggie!" Emily protested, her wings fluttering nervously behind her.

"I understand that, Emily." Sera said softly, her tone gentler now. "But there are certain protocols in place for a reason. It's to protect both Heaven and our family. You must trust that Vaggie is in good hands."

"But I'm a seraphim too! Why can't I know what is going on?" Emily questions.

"It's not about whether you're a seraphim or not, Emily." Sera explained patiently. "It's about the nature of the information and the responsibilities that come with it. The oath taken by those who join the exorcist ranks is a serious commitment, and it involves keeping certain things confidential, even from family members."

"Why can't you tell me though?" Adam ask. "As their father, I should know what my daughters are going through!"

"Like I said Adam, this information concerning the nature of the exorcists is sensitive. But I can assure you that it's nothing that would harm them. It's more about safeguarding Heaven and its inhabitants." Sera replied, her tone firm yet gentle.

"If that is so, than perhaps I'll join the exorcists as well." Adam remarks.

"Oh! Me too!" Emily cheerfully says. "I love the look of their uniforms!"

ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Sera eye twitches. She almost lost control of herself and yelled at them. Adam is stubborn, his curiosity being both endearing and a curse. His love for his family is an admirable trait but would be detrimental if he learns more about the exorcists. "Emily is far too innocent; she lacks the maturity to understand the purpose of the exorcists. Perhaps in time, but not at this juncture."

Sera takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure.

"Emily, as a seraphim, you already have your duties to ensure the winners are enjoying their afterlife. You will not be taking on any additional roles." Sera says sternly. "As for you Adam, joining the exorcists is out of the question."

"Sera, what's going on?" Adam's ask, concern evident in his tone.

Sera meets Adam's gaze, her expression softening slightly. "Adam, there are things that are better left unknown. Trust in the system that has kept Heaven safe for millennia. I assure you that your daughters are in good hands."

"But—" Adam starts to protest, only to for Sera to cut him off.

"Don't you TRUST me Adam? You know I love you and only want the best for both you and Heaven." Sera assures.

Adam falls silent for a moment, his gaze shifting between Sera and the building that Aclima and Vaggie went off to. He knew Sera meant well, but his paternal instincts were strong, and the thought of not being involved in his daughter's life, especially in something as important as this, gnawed at him.

"Mom, I trust you." Adam finally says, his voice tinged with resignation. "But it's hard for a father to stand by and not be a part of his daughter's journey, especially when it's something as significant as this."

"I understand Adam. It's how I felt when you left Eden." Sera replies, recalling the day her heart sank when he walked out those gates. "Don't you trust Aclima?"

"Of course I do!" Adam replies confidently. He will always trust her.

Sera's expression softens as she reaches out to gently caress Adam's cheek. "Than I promise you, Vaggie is in good hands. Aclima and the others will take care of her, just like they've taken care of all your daughters."

Adam wanted to argue but someone soon steps in to banish his fears.

"She's right Dad." Vaggie's voice cuts through as she approaches them in her new uniform with Aclima beside her.

"Vaggie!" Adam exclaims in surprise. "Did I miss your initiation?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't anything interesting." Vaggie assures him. She has to protect him. "Just some paperwork and now I'm part of the exorcists!"

"Oh, I see." Adam says, he felt silly for worrying now.

"Come Dad, I want to try sparring with you as well. I doubt you can take on 8 of us if Aclima joins in too." Vaggie proposes.

"Oh, you're on!" Adam accepts, happy to see his daughters safe and well. "With Aclima, you girls might finally give me a challenge!"

"LET'S GO!" All of them shout in unison, ready to spar.

"So exciting! Let's go watch mom!" Emily says as she tugs on Sera's hand. "You should have seen him fighting six of them at once! It was so exciting to watch!"

Sera smiles, relieved that she convinced the both of them to drop the subject. "Yes, let's watch."

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: The trio has a new plan.

Chapter 46: The Waiting Game

Summary:

The trio has a new plan!

Lute and Jophiel still dislike each other.

Notes:

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter Text

1750 B.C

"I HAVE A NEW PLAN!" Lucifer shouts excitedly as he barges into the castle after rebuilding Pentagram city.

Eve and Lilith shared a look, wondering what new scheme the devil had concocted this time. Lilith raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "What is it this time, honey?" she asked cautiously.

"I'm not seducing anyone." Eve says sternly as she glares at Lucifer.

"Trust me! I'm willing to bet my favorite duck on this plan!" Lucifer exclaims excitedly. "Adam will be with us before you know it."

"Well spill it than! I want my Adam!" Eve says with impatience.

Lucifer coughs to clear his throat before snapping his fingers and a large white sheet of paper with crayon drawings on it appear on a wall.

"I present to you my new plan!" Lucifer says as he taps the paper. "So I recently discovered about this place called Egypt!"

"You went to Earth without us!?" Lilith says in disbelief.

"Just a stroll! Nothing exciting!" Lucifer says in defense. "I promise sweetie."

"Get on with the plan already!" Eve demands, slamming her fist on the table.

"Right, right, the plan." Lucifer took a deep breath, straightening his posture before pointing at his drawing with a flourish.

"So the Egyptians, they have something like a king they call a 'Pharaoh' and their old one is about to die and be replaced soon." Lucifer than picks up a crayon and circles a group of people. "These group of people are called Israelites and they outnumber the Egyptians greatly."

Lilith tries to see where Lucifer is going with this while Eve just looks bored as she tries to pay attention.

"Get to the Adam!" Eve yells out.

"I'm getting there!" Lucifer replies.

Lucifer than circles a duck that represents him and connects it to the Pharaoh.

""So, my plan is to convince the Pharaoh that the Israelites are a threat." Lucifer explains, pointing to a crude drawing of a crown and chains. "After some convincing, I will recommend to him that he should enslave the Israelites and force them to do hard labor."

"And what does this accomplish?" Lilith ask.

"We all know that Adam loves his descendants and if he saw a large amount of them suffering needlessly and with their cries of anguish, he will come down to Earth and try to help them!" Lucifer explains as he circles a stick figure with gold wings.

"Than when he is down on Earth, we nab him and take him to hell with us." Lucifer says proudly as he puts the crayon down. "What do you think? Brilliant right?"

"Are you sure it's enough to just enslave them?" Lilith ask as she rubs her chin. "How about throwing in a few executions as well to really drive the fear into them?"

"Great idea honey! I'll convince him to go the whole nine yards! Whipping, starvation, overworking and all that jazz." Lucifer states. "Heck, I'll even provide the whips!"

"Sounds like a good plan." Eve says, nodding her head.

Eve can just see it now. Adam will descend from the sky like the majestic man that he is and she will tackle him into hell!

Eve's eyes glinted with a mix of determination and excitement. "Let's do it. Anything to bring Adam back to me."

Lilith sighed, still skeptical but willing to go along with Lucifer's scheme for the chance to see Adam again. "Fine. But honey, are you sure you've covered all your bases?"

Lucifer grinned devilishly. "Trust me, ladies. This plan is foolproof!"

-

Jophiel found that observing Adam and the small interactions with him every now and than wasn't enough anymore. If he didn't have Sera and Emily as his protectors, she would have taken him to her own home by now.

She wants to be nearer to him. To be closer to him. Both physically and emotionally. But the women around him make things difficult. It's been centuries and they still don't like having her around. So what if she stalked observed Adam for centuries?

She does it out of love!

SHE LOVES HIM AFTERALL!

AND SOON ENOUGH, HE'LL LOVE HER LIKE SHE LOVE HIM!

All in good time as they say. She can already feel small amounts of love coming from him and it was directed at her. Not as much love as he gives to those around him but its a start.

But stalking observing isn't enough anymore.

SHE NEEDS MORE!

-

As Adam and Lute were enjoying an outdoor lunch, Lute suddenly felt her senses go on high alert.

Jophiel is back ... again.

"Sir, Jophiel is watching us again." Lute whispers to Adam. Centuries has passed and she still can't spot Jophiel. But her senses are never wrong.

"You know, its kind of nice." Adam remarks. "Knowing you're being watched."

"Huh?" Lute looks at Adam in disbelief. "You like being stalked."

"Well if you put it like that, it sounds bad." Adam says. "I like to think of it as ... having a guardian angel watching over us."

"Sir!" Lute exclaims. "I'm the one that's suppose to watch over you!"

"And you do a great job!" Adam remarks. "Just that with Jophiel around, I bet even Lucifer would think twice if he wanted to attack me."

Lute clenches her fists at his remarks.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN!?

Was this because she lost to Eve!? Does he not think that she is strong enough!? Does he only feel safe when Jophiel is watching!?

IS JOPHIEL AFTER HER POSITION!?

FUCK HER!

"Sir, I would die for you!" Lute says proudly, trying to get Adam to acknowledge her.

Adam looked at Lute, his eyes softening. He placed a hand on her shoulder, a gentle gesture that always managed to calm her down, even when she was at her most agitated.

"I know you would, Lute. But I much prefer having you alive than dead." he said sincerely with a chuckle. "Having Jophiel around isn't about replacing you. It's just ... an added layer of protection."

"If you say so Sir." Lute says, feeling a little dejected.

"Come on Lute, I like having you by my side." Adam assures her. "You're the only one that CAN sense Jophiel."

Adam was right. None of her sisters could sense Jophiel.

Only she could!

SHE IS MEANT TO BE BY HIS SIDE!

"Of course Sir. I'll always be by your side." Lute nods.

FOREVER!

-

Jophiel watches as Adam and Lute finish their meal and leave. She doesn’t go after them just yet. Instead, she flies down to the trash can where they had just disposed of their meal and fishes out the burger that Adam threw away.

Not caring if anyone is watching, she pulls out the half-eaten burger and raises it in the air triumphantly. Jophiel brings the burger to her mouth, salivating not at the burger itself, but at the saliva that lingers on it.

Bringing the burger to her mouth, she takes a slow, deliberate bite, savoring every moment. It’s as if she’s tasting a piece of Adam himself, a thought that sends shivers of pleasure down her spine. The connection she feels in this act is intimate and consuming, a stolen moment of closeness she craves desperately.

HOW SHE LONGS TO STAND BESIDE HIM ALWAYS!

TO GAIN HIS UNDIVIDED LOVE AND ATTENTION!

TO BE LIKE LUTE!

KILL LUTE!

Shaking her thoughts away, she continues to savor the Adam flavored burger.

She finishes the burger, licking her fingers clean, and wipes a tear from her eye. "Soon, Adam." she whispers to herself, "Soon you'll be mine."

Pocketing the burger wrapper to keep as a memento, Jophiel rushes after Adam and Lute, ready to continue her stalking observation.

-

Eve suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine. A shiver that she is all too familiar with. Once again, someone is endangering Adam's chastity!

SOMEONE IS LUSTING AFTER HER HUSBAND!

"DAMN YOU ACLIMA!" Eve shouts out of nowhere, startling both Lucifer and Lilith.

"Eve?" Lucifer ask cautiously.

Eve immediately grabs Lucifer by his collar and starts shaking him wildly.

"This plan of yours better fucking work Lucifer!" Eve yells. "I refuse to let that bitch Aclima win!"

After being shaken for awhile, Lucifer adjust his hat and regains his bearings. "This plan will work Eve! Sure, the uprising and seduction plan didn't work but this is the third one and you know what they say, 'third time's the charm'."

The atmosphere was charged with an almost palpable excitement and a touch of malevolent glee. Imps scurried about, gathering supplies and setting things in motion according to Lucifer's detailed crayon drawings.

Lilith, still skeptical but ever the supportive partner, found herself overseeing the final touches on their preparations. Eve stood by, arms crossed, her impatience barely contained.

"How long will this take?" Eve asked, tapping her foot.

"Patience, Eve." Lucifer said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "These things take time. Soon, our trap will be set, and Adam will have no choice but to walk right into it."

"I hope you're right." Lilith muttered, eyes narrowing as she observed the portal. "Though I can't help but feel like the plan is missing something."

Eve sighed dreamily as she gets lost in her own world. "Adam, back where he belongs ... with me."

-

On Earth, in the bustling streets of an Egyptian city, a cloaked figure moved with purpose. Lucifer, in disguise, had taken on the appearance of a well-dressed nobleman. He navigated the crowds with ease, his eyes set on the grand palace that loomed ahead.

Inside, the Pharaoh was holding court, surrounded by advisors and servants. Lucifer slipped in unnoticed, his aura cloaked in magic. He waited for the right moment, then approached the Pharaoh with a bow.

"Great Pharaoh." Lucifer began, his voice smooth and persuasive. "I bring urgent news that concerns the future of your kingdom."

The Pharaoh looked intrigued. "Speak, stranger."

Lucifer straightened, his eyes glinting. "The Israelites, who dwell among your people, grow numerous and powerful. If left unchecked, they could become a threat to your reign."

The Pharaoh’s expression darkened. "How did you come to learn of this?"

Lucifer smirks. "I've walk among the Israelites and I've heard their whispers of how the Egyptians were incompetent, that their time was coming to an end. How their 'Great Pharoah' was merely a placeholder, soon to be overthrown." Lucifer's voice dripped with venomous persuasion. "They believe they are destined to rule, and if you do not act, their rebellion will be upon you before you can prepare."

The Pharaoh's eyes narrowed, a mixture of anger and fear flashing across his face. "You speak dangerous words, stranger. How can I be sure of your claims?"

Lucifer leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Because I have seen their plans. I have infiltrated their gatherings and heard their leaders speak of the downfall of Egypt. They speak of how Heaven favors them and their rising power. You must act now, before it is too late."

The Pharaoh glanced around the room, seeing the concerned faces of his advisors. He knew he had to act decisively to maintain his grip on power. "What do you suggest?" he asked, his tone laced with urgency.

"Enslave them." Lucifer said, his voice firm. "Force them into hard labor. Break their spirits and crush any thoughts of rebellion. Show them the might of Egypt and make them fear the consequences of defiance. Make an example out of a few of them. Let their cries reach the Heavens!"

The Pharaoh sat back, contemplating Lucifer's words. The idea of enslaving the Israelites and displaying the might of Egypt was appealing, but it came with its own set of risks and challenges. Yet, the stranger's confidence and the urgent tone of his message couldn't be ignored.

"Very well." the Pharaoh finally said, his voice firm. "We shall take advice under consideration. I will not stand idly by while my kingdom could be threatened by those who would undermine my rule."

"Do make you decision soon, Great Pharoah." Lucifer bowed, a sly smile playing on his lips. "While you still can."

"And if should I seek you out for your help once more?" The Pharaoh ask. "How shall I find you?"

"You need only utter my name." He says with pride. "Lucifer."

-

The Pharaoh's paranoia deepened, he convened his closest advisors and loyal soldiers. After only two days since Lucifer had visited him, he had made up his mind to act swiftly and ruthlessly. Lucifer, having been summoned, appeared once again in the court, his presence exuding an air of authority and dark charisma.

"Lucifer," the Pharaoh began, his voice resolute, "we shall proceed with your plan. The Israelites will be enslaved and their leaders made examples of."

"A wise decision, Great Pharaoh. Your strength will be known throughout the lands, and no one will dare challenge your rule." Lucifer bowed deeply, hiding his triumphant grin. With a snap of his fingers, various tools appear before the Pharoah. "Please, allow me to teach your people the way to break in these lowly slaves."

The Pharaoh nodded, his eyes cold. "Begin preparations immediately. I want this executed flawlessly."

-

Eve and Lilith awaited Lucifer's return with growing anticipation as they continued to camp out on the outskirts of the city. When he finally arrived, the look of victory on his face was all they needed to see.

"It's done," Lucifer announced, barely able to contain his excitement. "The Pharaoh has agreed to enslave the Israelites. The wheels are in motion."

ADAM WILL SOON BE THEIRS!

Eve's eyes sparkled with delight. "Adam will hear their cries and come down to Earth. I can feel it!"

AND SOON, HE'LL BE CRYING OUT HER NAME IN BED!

Lilith, still somewhat skeptical but undeniably impressed, nodded in approval. "Let’s hope this time it works."

SHE NEEDS HIS LOVE!

...

"Wait, so how will we know when Adam shows up?" Eve ask.

The three of them look at each other, all of them sharing a puzzled look.

Shit.

Notes:

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Chapter 47: The First Bush

Summary:

Adam takes action.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

1710 B.C

"Is Adam here yet?" Eve asks as she relaxes on her recliner under a parasol.

"No." Lucifer replies as he lifts his sunglasses to survey Egypt.

The trio from hell had decided to stay just outside of Egypt as they waited for Adam's arrival. Lucifer had created a decent sized house and everyday, they would watch and wait. But as the years pass, the trio started growing impatient. Lucifer would visit the Pharoah every now and then and advise him to punish the Israelites more harshly.

"Well, at least we get to enjoy the Sun." Lilith remarks as she turns over on her mat.

"Lucifer, can't you get the Pharoah to whip them harder or something?" Eve ask. "They're clearly not suffering enough."

"Believe me, I tried." Lucifer replies. "The Egyptians are already whipping them plenty and giving them little to no food. Plus the long working hours under the Sun, their suffering should be at an all time high."

"I'm with Eve on this one." Lilith interjects. "It's been near 40 years of slavery for them and Adam still hasn't shown up."

"Foolproof plan my ass." Eve remarks.

"Hey! The plan hasn't failed yet." Lucifer says, trying to defend his plan. "They're still suffering which means Heaven hasn't intervened yet which means Adam could still show up."

"Or Heaven knows and they're choosing not to do anything about it." Lilith reasons. "Maybe Adam doesn't even know its happening."

"Well, until something happens, I guess we're stuck with this 'foolproof plan'." Eve says in a mocking tone.

Lucifer groans before sitting up and looking at out towards the Israelites.

"Guess I can get the Pharoah to castrate some of them."

-

With food in hand, Adam and Lute decide to visit Sera office via portal but come to an empty office.

"Guess she is still in a meeting." Adam remarks as he looks around the office.

"Should we leave Sir?" Lute ask.

"Nah. We'll wait, I'm sure she won't be long." Adam replies.

Setting the food down on her desk, Adam takes a seat in her chair.

As they wait, Adam spins around in the chair, idly tapping his fingers on the desk. Lute, ever the vigilant companion, stands nearby, scanning the room with a watchful eye. Minutes tick by, the silence broken only by the faint sound of distant voices echoing through the corridors beyond.

Getting bored of waiting, Adam decided to use Sera's computer.

"Sir, I don't think you're suppose to touch that." Lute warns.

"It'll be fine Lute, I've seen her use this dozens of times." Adam replies, waving his hand at her dismissively.

Turning it on, he sifts through the various channels on her monitor until he came upon Earth. It has been some time since he visited Earth so he supposes its a good time to catch up on how his descendants are doing.

Adam looked over different areas of the Earth, observing the various scenes unfolding on the screen. From bustling marketplaces to grand palaces, the images painted a vivid picture of life on the mortal plane. But amidst the mundane, something in Egypt caught his attention—a scene of suffering.

"What's going on there?" Adam muttered, leaning closer to the screen.

In Egypt, the Israelites were enduring a period of unparalleled suffering under the oppressive rule of the Pharaoh. Adam's gaze fixated on the screen as he witnessed the plight of his descendants.

The once-prosperous land of Egypt was now marred by the cries of anguish and the sounds of whips cracking against the backs of slaves. The Israelites toiled under the scorching sun, their bodies weary from endless labor in the construction of grand monuments and palaces for the Egyptian elite.

Families were torn apart as children were forcibly separated from their parents, destined to a life of servitude from the moment they were born. Women labored in the fields alongside men, their hands calloused and their spirits broken by the weight of their burdens.

Adam could feel a pang of sorrow gripping his heart as he watched the suffering unfold before him. His descendants were enduring unimaginable hardships under the cruel hand of the Pharaoh.

As the scenes played out on the monitor, Adam couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility stirring within him. These were his descendants, and they cried out for deliverance from their oppressors.

But something else caught his eye. Just outside of Egypt was a house that didn't fit its surroundings. In fact, it was rather luxurious and ahead of its time. Zooming in on the house, Adam was aghast to see who its owners were.

"Lucifer!" Adam yells out in anger.

"Sir!" Lute yells in surprise. She quickly rushes to his side to see what troubles him, especially since it concerns Lucifer.

They both observe the trio sunbathing as they watch the Israelites suffer in the distance. This only served to make Adam mad.

How could they just lay there and watch those people suffer!? Do they not have a shred of empathy!? Does Eve not care!?

Or were they the ones that started this and are enjoying the fruits of their labor!?

If Sera and the others saw this, would they choose to flood the Earth again?

No! He can't let that happen again! He needs to do something before it gets to that situation.

After turning off the monitor, Adam made a decision in his mind to take action before Sera and the others find out about this. He creates a portal and ushers Lute through.

"What about lunch with Lady Sera Sir?" Lute ask.

"Forget it Lute, we got bigger things to deal with!" Adam says as he nudges her through the portal.

-

On the other side of the portal, the two find themselves in Aclima's office at the training grounds.

"Dad!?" Aclima and Harper yell in unison, surprised at their father's sudden appearance.

"Aclima, Harper, Lute! We're going on an adventure!" Adam shouts.

"Sir!?" Lute replies with shock.

"Adventure!? Right now!?" Aclima ask in disbelief. She is always up for one but this was very unexpected.

"We're going to Earth." Adam declares to them.

"Dad, you know you need Grandma's permission to go to Earth." Aclima reminds him. "She is very anal about that."

"We're going to Earth to thwart your mother and her new 'husband'." Adam says with venom as he moves over to the weapon rack.

"I'M IN!" Aclima responds enthusiastically, eager to upset her mother.

"But Sir, what about Lady Sera, she wouldn't permit this!" Lute exclaims.

"Sera and Emily are busy with council stuff. Now is the best time to do this!" Adam reasons as he picks up his signature axe.

"Sir! You can't!" Lute exclaims. She contemplated contacting Sera but Aclima interrupts her thoughts.

"Oh Lute, if you don't want to go, all you had to do was say the word." Aclima says. "I'm more than willing to spend time with my Dad. Since I'm CLEARLY the better daughter."

"Does that mean I get the Lieutenant position?" Harper ask with a sly smirk. "Since Lute isn't cool."

Lute glares at Harper. How dare Harper think she can usurp her position by DEFAULT!

THAT'S THE BIGGEST INSULT SHE EVER HEARD!

"I'M GOING!" Lute declares, a slight hint of anger in her voice.

"Awesome! Grab your weapons and lets head out!" Adam creates a portal and gestures for them to go through.

-

The four of them soon find themselves flying over Midian. An area far from Egypt.

"So what are we doing here Dad?" Aclima ask.

"We're going to help my descendants. Your mother and her new 'husband' might be the reason a group of people in Egypt are enslaved." Adam explains. "We are going to try and free them."

"Than why are we here instead of Egypt?" Harper ask.

"Because if we directly intervene, your grandma might find out and Heaven knows when the next time she'll let me go to Earth again, if ever. Plus, I don't want those three to spot us." Adam reasons. "We are here to get someone else to free them for us."

"You have someone in mind Sir?" Lute ask.

"Nope. We're just going to pick someone and give them the confidence to do so." Adam says.

"And they'll just ... do it?" Aclima ask, skeptical of the idea.

"Wouldn't you if some higher heavenly being told you that it was your life purpose?" Adam retorts.

"I guess so." Aclima concedes.

"Where will the one you choose lead them to?" Harper ask.

"I don't know. Somewhere." Adam says with a shrug. "Anywhere is better than Egypt."

Adam surveys his surroundings and spots a lone shepherd in the distance. "There is our first candidate!" Adam points at Moses.

"But Sir, we can't let them see us!" Lute exclaims. "Angels are suppose to avoid all contact with humans unless approved!"

"Geez Lute, I know. Which is why, I have a plan." Adam says. "Aclima, you got your bow and arrow?"

"Always!" Aclima replied, her fingers already nocking the arrow.

"Good, I'm going to hide in that bush over there and once you see me behind it, shoot a flaming arrow at it. The flames and smoke should obscure me enough that he shouldn't see me." Adam instructs.

Aclima nods and ready her bow and arrow while Adam flies behind the bush. Once Moses is nears the bush with his back turned, Aclima releases her flaming arrow and it his the bush, setting it ablaze. Moses quickly turns around alarmed and stares at the burning bush.

The flames danced wildly, casting eerie shadows on the ground, and Moses approached the bush with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The smoke billowed upward, creating an almost otherworldly veil obscuring Adam, who stood hidden behind the blaze.

"Speak thy name!" Adam shouts in an authoritative voice.

"Moses! My name is Moses!" Moses replies fearfully.

"Moses! It is I!" Adam announces from behind the bush.

"Who are you?" Moses ask as he steps closer.

"Don't come any closer! I'm ... Adam, the First Bush!" Adam replies.

...

Lute slaps her face in frustration. "This is never going to work."

"Adam?" Moses ask.

"Yes, Adam." Adam clarifies. "Anyway, Heaven has called upon me to entrust you with a very important mission! They have seen the misery of the Israelites and how they were being tortured by their slave drivers! It's decided that it is a time for a change of scenery!"

"I'm suppose to listen to you?" Moses ask with skepticism.

"I'm a burning talking bush. Don't think I won't smite you!" Adam bellows out.

"I'm sorry!" Moses replies fearfully. "What will you have me do?"

"Simple, I want you to go up to the Pharaoh and demand he release the Israelites. Than bring them out of Egypt." Adam instructs.

"How did you know I was an Israelite too?" Moses ask, astonished that this talking bush knew about him.

"You are? - I mean, of course I know! Do not question my ANGELIC POWER!" Adam bellows as he fans the bush fire to make the flame appear larger.

“But who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring my people out of Egypt?” Moses replies.

"Tell him that I was the one that sent you." Adam instructs.

"Adam, the burning bush, sent me?" Moses replies skeptically.

"Are you insulting me Moses!?" Adam ask in mock anger, he shoots a small beam of holy light at Moses feet. "I can always smite you and find someone else!"

"No no no. I'm cool! I'll go see the Pharaoh!" Moses quickly gathers his things and leaves, fearful of being smite.

After Moses leaves, Aclima, Lute and Harper fly down to meet Adam.

"Well, I think that went well." Adam says. "Nice shooting by the way."

"Thanks Dad." Aclima smiles.

"He is running pretty fast." Harper remarks as she watch Moses scurry off in the distance.

"You just sent him to his death Sir!" Lute says.

"Not unless we help him. Come on, we got to make sure he actually does what I tell him to do." Adam flies off together with the three of them.

-

Not wanting to do this alone, Moses had recruited his brother Aaron and after telling him of his quest given by Heaven, they set off for Egypt.

As they do, Adam and his daughters fly overhead, high enough that they won't be spotted.

"Dad, at this rate, it'll take months before they reach Egypt." Harper says, seeing how slow Moses and Aaron were moving.

"Yeah, and I barely have half a day. Best we speed this up." Snapping his fingers, Adam creates a portal beneath Moses and Aaron. They immediately fall in and end up on the outskirts of Egypt.

"Where are we!?" Moses looks around in a panic.

"Is that ... Egypt?" Aaron asks as he looks up from where he has fallen.

"It is!" Moses replies in surprise. "Heaven truly is on our side brother!"

-

Lucifer perked up from his seat. He felt something in the air just now. It was small but there was definitely a trace amount of angelic power being used. Lucifer narrowed his eyes, scanning the horizon with suspicion. The sensation lingered faintly, like a whisper on the edge of his consciousness. He rose from his recliner, his senses alert as he searched for any signs of celestial interference.

"Eve, Lilith, did either of you feel that?" Lucifer called out, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Eve glanced up from her lounging position, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Feel what?"

"I sensed something—a disturbance of sorts." Lucifer explained, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. "It felt like angelic power."

Lilith sat up, her expression mirroring Lucifer's concern. "Do you think Heaven is finally taking notice of our little endeavor?"

"Is Adam finally here!?" Eve asks as she looks around excitedly.

"It's possible." Lucifer mused, his mind racing with possibilities.

As they pondered the implications of the disturbance, a flicker of movement caught Lucifer's eye. He turned to see Moses and Aaron spilling out of a portal and are now at the outskirts of Egypt but it wasn't them that interested Lucifer.

Rather, it was the portal that formed after their arrival in the air above them that produced four angels. One with wings of a beautiful golden shine.

Lucifer smiles.

HIS FUTURE HUSBAND BEST FRIEND IS HERE!

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Chapter 48: The Worth of a Promise

Summary:

Lucifer remembers his first foolproof plan.

Notes:

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"Lucifer!"

Lucifer found himself trapped when a large weight was suddenly upon him. The giggling mass that was hugging him could only be the one other being in Eden.

"Adam!" Lucifer calls out cheerfully. Adam rolls off him and rests on his side to face Lucifer.

"You always know it's me." Adam says with a playful grin, brushing his tousled hair out of his eyes. The dappled sunlight filtering through the trees casts a warm glow on his face, highlighting the innocence and joy in his expression.

"Of course, there isn't anyone else." Lucifer chuckles, ruffling Adam's hair but he still saw the loneliness that lingered in his eyes. "What are you up to today?"

"I was exploring by the river and found some new flowers." Adam replies, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "They're so beautiful, Lucifer. I wanted to show them to you."

Lucifer smiles warmly, feeling a mixture of affection and a strange sense of responsibility. While he was only tasked to patrol the Garden and ensure that Adam wasn't injured, he found himself enjoying the interaction with the First Man.

"Lead the way, then." Lucifer says, rising to his feet and extending a hand to Adam. "I can't wait to see these flowers of yours."

Adam takes Lucifer's hand, and together they walk through the lush garden, the vibrant colors and fragrant scents enveloping them. As they approach the river, Adam lets go of Lucifer's hand and rushes ahead to a patch of flowers near the water's edge.

"Here they are!" Adam exclaims, kneeling down to gently touch the delicate petals. "Aren't they lovely?"

Lucifer kneels beside him, studying the flowers with interest. Their petals shimmer with an iridescent blue glow, unlike anything he has seen before. He reaches out to touch one, feeling its softness and the faint pulse of life within. Uriel was always passionate when it came to designing flowers.

"They're beautiful." Lucifer agrees, his voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen anything quite like them."

"Their blue shade reminds me of your cheeks and eyes." Adam beams with pride, his joy infectious. "I call them forget-me-nots because you once promised you wouldn't forget me around this area."

Lucifer nods with a smile. "How could I ever forget my best friend?"

As they sit by the river, watching the gentle flow of water and the play of light on its surface, Lucifer realizes that these moments with Adam are precious. In this paradise, free to simply be. Though a hint of melancholy tugs at his heart.

He knows that their idyllic existence in Eden cannot last forever.

He knows that soon, Sera and the others will create a wife for him. A woman named Lilith.

But in this moment, with Adam's laughter echoing through the garden and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, Lucifer finds himself unable to imagine a future without the companionship of the First Man. He cherishes their bond, their shared experiences, and the simple joy of being together in this paradise.

A seed of jealousy infects his mind when he thinks about the soon to be made Lilith being together with Adam. Lucifer never felt this way before but he could no longer deny it.

HE LOVES ADAM!

HE WANTS ADAM!

ADAM IS HIS!

As they spend the rest of the day exploring the wonders of Eden, Lucifer vows silently to himself to protect Adam at all costs, to stand by his side no matter what trials may come their way. For in Adam, Lucifer has found not just a responsibility but a deep and abiding love that fills his heart with warmth and purpose.

HE WILL NEVER LEAVE HIS BEST FRIEND!

-

When Lucifer saw Lilith, his heart sank. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. But as he looked at her, all he could think about was Adam. He couldn't bear the thought of Adam being with anyone else, even if it was part of the divine plan.

As Lilith approached, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and intelligence, Lucifer forced himself to smile. He knew he had a duty to fulfill, a role to play in the grand scheme of things. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling of longing for Adam.

"Lilith, this is Adam." Lucifer said, introducing them with a heavy heart. "Adam, meet Lilith, your companion."

Adam greeted Lilith warmly, his smile radiant as he welcomed her into their midst. Lucifer watched them interact, feeling a pang of jealousy and sadness gnawing at him. He knew he had to accept Lilith as part of their world, but it was a bitter pill to swallow.

As the months passed and Lilith integrated into Eden, Lucifer found himself torn between his duty and his feelings. He tried to bury his emotions, to focus on his responsibilities, but Adam was always there, a constant reminder of what he longed for.

But as time went on, Lucifer couldn't deny the growing rift between them. Adam was drawn to Lilith and try as he might, Lucifer couldn't compete with the bond they shared.

Adam spent more time cuddling with Lilith, whispering sweet nothings to her where it had once been him. How as the three of them played, Adam's eyes would always drift towards her. How Adam loves to pamper her. All Lucifer could do was smile and encourage Adam in his romance.

HE HATES IT!

Yet, Lilith didn't return the same attraction to Adam, in fact she seemed to favor someone else.

Lucifer was surprised when one night, Lilith expressed interest in him.

At first, Lucifer was taken aback by Lilith's interest in him. He had always assumed she was meant for Adam, and the idea of anything beyond friendship with her felt foreign and unsettling. But as they spent more time together, he found himself drawn to her intelligence, her wit, and her fierce independence.

Their conversations were lively and engaging, filled with debates and laughter. Lilith challenged him in ways no one else ever had, and he found himself enjoying the thrill of their verbal sparring matches. She and Adam are very much alike where it came to their curiosity, but unlike Adam who only asked about the Garden, Lilith would ask questions about Heaven and what laid beyond the Garden.

Slowly but surely, his initial reservations began to fade, replaced by a growing admiration for her.

As his feelings for Lilith grew, Lucifer couldn't shake the lingering guilt and longing he felt for Adam. He knew he had made a promise to protect him, to stand by his side no matter what, and he couldn't betray that trust. Yet, he also couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between him and Lilith.

Lilith was a burning hot passion that ignited a fire within him, awakening desires he never knew he had. Their stolen moments together, away from Adam's watchful gaze, filled him with a sense of exhilaration and forbidden pleasure.

But with each stolen kiss, each whispered confession, Lucifer felt the weight of his conflicting emotions bearing down on him. He was torn between his love to Adam and his quickly growing love for Lilith. He knew that pursuing a relationship with her would only further complicate an already delicate situation, yet he couldn't resist the pull of her magnetic presence.

But he loves Adam too. Adam is a beacon of innocence and purity, a reminder of the simpler joys of Eden. His laughter echoes through the garden like a melody, his eyes shining with wonder and curiosity. Adam's presence brings light and warmth to Lucifer's existence, a comforting reminder of the bond they share.

In Adam, Lucifer finds solace and familiarity, a connection rooted in the innocence of their shared experiences. But in Lilith, he discovers passion and desire, a fire that burns bright and consumes him with its intensity.

Caught between his love for both of them, Lucifer found himself at a crossroads. And as he struggled to make sense of his conflicting emotions, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to find happiness without sacrificing everything he held dear.

...

Of course there is!

He just came up with a foolproof plan!

Why not have both!?

There were times when he was being intimate with Lilith that Lucifer couldn't help but imagine Adam in her place. How he wishes to get lost in those golden eyes of his. How he yearns to hear Adam moan his name in a more lustful setting. How he wishes to bare himself fully to the First Man.

Lilith doesn't hate Adam, but she doesn't love him in the same way she loved Lucifer. She just doesn't see Adam as a romantic partner, more akin to a brother. She claims him to be controlling as he liked to drag her around the garden to show his latest discovery or invention much to her annoyance.

Lucifer's mind raced with possibilities as he contemplated his unconventional solution. Could he truly have both Adam and Lilith in his life, without causing harm or heartache to either of them? It seemed like an impossible dream.

But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Adam was his beloved companion, his confidant, his best friend. Their bond ran deep, forged in the innocence of Eden and strengthened by the trials they had faced together. Lucifer couldn't imagine his life without Adam by his side, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.

And yet, there was also Lilith. She stirred something primal within him, awakening desires he had long suppressed. Their connection was electric, their chemistry undeniable. Lucifer found himself drawn to her in ways he couldn't fully comprehend, a magnetic pull that transcended logic and reason.

As he pondered the possibility of having both Adam and Lilith in his life, Lucifer couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him. Was it selfish of him to want them both? Would he be betraying their trust and jeopardizing their happiness for his own selfish desires?

...

No.

They both love him after all and he loves them both!

Lilith had said she was tired of keeping their relationship a secret after Adam had nearly caught them several times.

So all he has to do is grab Lilith, inform Adam of their relationship and invite him in.

Kill two birds with one stone.

This is going to be great.

-

This hadn't turned out great.

Lucifer had explained his plan to Lilith and after much consideration, she had agreed to his plan. While she still saw him as a brother, she didn't mind sharing Lucifer with him. So they both approached Adam and sat him down.

"Adam, there is something I wish to tell you." Lucifer says.

"Sure thing friend, what is it?" Adam asked innocently. "Why ... are you holding Lilith's hand?"

Lucifer gulps. Mentally psyching himself up and trying to think about the best future possible to assure himself.

Come on Lucifer, you've practiced this for hours. All you have to do is tell him that you love him and Lilith and would like to form a polygamous relationship. Don't be blunt and tell him you're having sex with his wife!

"I'm having sex with your wife." Lucifer states bluntly before mentally slapping himself. "I mean -"

Adam immediately went off on a tangent after hearing that. Stomping the ground, punching trees and yelling at the sky. Lucifer wanted to hold him and assure him that he meant well. That it wasn't as it seemed but Lilith stopped him, telling him to let Adam vent his anger. To intervene would risk him being violent with them.

But Lucifer doesn't think so. This was the first time since meeting Adam that he has seen him so angry. So full of rage. He was confident that could quell his rage but refrained from doing so.

It took around half an hour before he calmed down enough to talk somewhat normally.

Adam's face flushed with a mix of confusion and anger. He stared at Lucifer, his eyes wide and hurt. "You what!?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Lucifer winced, realizing his mistake. "Adam, I didn't mean to say it like that. What I meant is—"

"How long?" Adam interrupted, his tone cold and demanding.

Lucifer glanced at Lilith, who looked equally uncomfortable but determined. "For a few months now." she admitted. "But it's not what you think, Adam. We care about you—"

"You care about me?" Adam's voice rose, quivering with a mix of anger and pain. "So that's why you two were panicking so much the other day when I found you behind the waterfall! You were sneaking around behind my back! How could you do this to me, Lucifer? I thought we were best friends!? I TRUSTED YOU!"

Lucifer reached out, but Adam recoiled. "Adam, please. This isn't just about Lilith and me. I love you, too. I love both of you, and I didn't know how to handle these feelings."

Adam's eyes were filled with tears. "Love? You call this love? Betraying my trust? Making me feel like a fool?" He turned to Lilith. "And you! I thought you were my partner, my companion. How could you?"

Lilith's resolve faltered. "Adam, I love you like a brother. I care about you, but my heart belongs to Lucifer. I didn't want to hurt you, but I can't deny my feelings."

Adam shook his head, stepping back from both of them. "I can't."

Without another word, he turned and ran, disappearing into the dense foliage of Eden.

Lucifer and Lilith stood in stunned silence, watching Adam's retreating figure. The gravity of their actions weighed heavily on them, and the idyllic paradise seemed to close in around them with a suffocating intensity.

Lucifer felt a surge of guilt and regret. He had hoped for a harmonious resolution, but now everything seemed to be falling apart. "What have we done?" he murmured.

Lilith placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle but firm. "We need to give him space. He needs to calm down."

Lucifer nodded, but his heart ached with the fear that he might have lost Adam forever. "I just hope he can forgive us." he said, his voice breaking.

Overhead, he sees Sera coming out of a portal and racing towards Adam.

-

Sera had given him the talk down of a lifetime. How his actions were reckless and irresponsible, and how deeply he had hurt Adam. Lucifer felt every word like a lash, but he knew he deserved it. Sera’s disappointment was palpable, her normally warm and understanding demeanor replaced with a stern, almost cold, reproach. They allowed him to continue being in the Garden as they saw how passionate and sincere he was about Lilith. Though they warned him that he was on thin ice.

Days passed, and the atmosphere in Eden grew tense. Lucifer and Lilith carried on with their lives, but the joy and laughter that once filled the garden were now replaced with an uneasy silence.

But that all changed with the arrival of Eve. With his new companion, Adam found happiness once more. Though there was a lot of tense moments and Eve was being protective of him. Always choosing to be by his side unless he asked her to gather something for him. Eve had soothed his heart enough that he was willing to talk it out with his friend once more

Lucifer didn't want to risk losing Adam altogether so he decided to relegate himself to the position of best friend instead of trying to be his lover.

Days turned into weeks, and the strained atmosphere in Eden began to ease as Adam adjusted to his new reality with Eve. Her gentle presence and unwavering support brought a semblance of peace back into Adam’s life. Meanwhile, Lucifer and Lilith continued their relationship, though the shadow of their previous actions loomed large.

One warm afternoon, Lucifer found Adam by the river, the same spot where they had once marveled at the flowers together. Adam was sitting on a rock, staring at the water’s surface, lost in thought. Lucifer approached slowly, hesitant but determined to make amends.

“Adam.” Lucifer called softly.

Adam turned, his expression unreadable. “Lucifer.”

Lucifer sat down beside him, the memory of their first meeting at this spot fresh in his mind. “I wanted to talk to you.” he began. “To explain and apologize.”

Adam’s gaze remained fixed on the water. “Explain what? That you betrayed me? That you and Lilith ...”

Lucifer sighed, his heart heavy. “Yes, we did betray you, and I’m truly sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you."

As they sat in silence, the river flowing gently beside them, Lucifer felt hopeful. Their bond was not completely severed; there was a chance to rebuild, to heal. Adam hadn't told him to go away.

Lucifer reached out, picking a forget-me-not from the ground. He held it up to Adam, the flower's delicate blue petals shimmering in the sunlight. "Adam, do you remember these?" he asked softly. "You named them forget-me-nots because I promised I wouldn't forget you. And I haven't. I swear to you, I will never hurt you like that again."

Adam's gaze softened as he looked at the flower. The memory of that innocent day by the river seemed to bridge the gap between them.

"No more lies?" Adam asked shakily, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No more lies, Adam." Lucifer said firmly. "I promise."

After a tense moment of silence, Adam nodded.

"Okay Lucifer." Adam said. "And for what its worth, I'm glad Lilith is happy with you."

This is good. He is building up trust with his friend once more.

Sure, they weren't lovers but now that Eve was in the picture, maybe both he and Lilith could work to regain his trust.

But what then? Lucifer still wanted Adam and now after interacting with Eve, he wanted her too.

Heaven would never allow conflict like that to happen again. Especially Sera who is keeping a keen eye on Adam.

He was lucky that his brothers and sisters only admonished and not banish him.

...

Banish.

If they were all banished together ...

Yes, this could work!

The plan was practically foolproof!

And all he needed was a fruit.

-

As Adam watched Moses and Aaron enter Egypt, he found himself suddenly being pushed out of the way by Aclima.

"Dad!" Aclima yells as she pushes her father away.

"What!?" Adam says before seeing his daughter being tackled by an unknown assailant, crashing far off into the distance.

Immediately, Adam, Lute and Harper brandish their weapons and turn towards the direction the object came from and what Adam saw only made his blood boil. Before him appeared the two people who betrayed him all those years ago.

"It's unfortunate that Eve missed." Lilith remarks.

"And she was so excited." Lucifer replies.

Lucifer and Lilith hover with their wings just in front of Adam and his daughters.

"LUCIFER!" Adam yells angrily, the venom in his voice clear.

"Hey Bestie!" Lucifer cheers happily, waving his hand while holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots. "Did you miss me!?"

Lucifer couldn't be happier! Adam must have forgiven him over the whole forbidden fruit incident! Adam remembers him and is now clearly shaking with excitement!

And just like Adam, Lucifer had kept his promise!

HE WILL NEVER FORGET HIM!

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Next on Beyond Paradise.

Adam vs Lucifer.

Chapter 49: Rage

Summary:

Heaven vs Hell

Notes:

I'm not really confident when it comes to writing battles so I hope you guys are happy with what I've written.

Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter Text

Lucifer had squealed with excitement upon seeing Adam and informed both Lilith and Eve that Adam was here. Immediately, Eve turned to the direction Lucifer was pointing and when she saw the shine of Adam's golden wings. Eve took off at breakneck speed. There was Aclima and two of her lookalikes around Adam but she doesn't care.

Last time, when she thought Adam being in hell was a more permanent arrangement and her hatred for Aclima was at an all time high, she targeted one of the lookalikes instead to vent her centuries of anger.

This time however, she won't make that same mistake. Adam is her only target. She will tackle him and force him to the ground. Lucifer will then open up a portal and transport them back into hell where she will show her HUSBAND just how much she missed him. The thought of Adam fully exposed to her and his natural scent made her wet with excitement.

So close! She was almost there! He isn't aware!

THIS IS PERFECT!

FINALLY REUNITED!

...

MISSED!

HOW DID SHE MISS!?

Technically, she didn't miss. She did tackle someone but instead of tackling the love of her life, she tackled the bane of her existence.

"ACLIMA!" Eve yells out in frustration after crashing into the sand below.

"MOM!" Aclima yells back, quickly pushing Eve off of her.

"You ruined everything, Aclima!" Eve snarled, scrambling to her feet and brushing off the sand. He eyes burned with rage and frustration, her wings twitching with barely restrained fury.

Aclima, ever composed and unfazed, stood up gracefully, brushing the dust from her own shimmering wings. "I ruined everything? You were the one barreling in like a madwoman." she retorted, her voice icy and calm. "Though I suppose that is normal for you."

Eve clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I had him! I was so close to bringing him back where he belongs!"

"Sure, mom. Because hell is the place to be." Aclima says sarcastically. "Instead of literal Heaven!"

"HEAVEN IS WHEREVER HE AND I ARE!" Eve yells angrily.

"You think Dad will love you when he sees that you ENSLAVED those people!?" Aclima points her finger towards Egypt.

"He will!" Eve retorts. "Adam will love me forever and always!"

"You crazy bitch!" Aclima shouts as she readies her spear. "I will never let Dad be with you!"

Eve brushes her hair aside and readies her fist. Her hatred for Aclima winning out once more. It was clear to her that the root of all her problems stems from Aclima.

"I realized my mistake all those years ago." Eve remarks as she looks at Aclima.

She recalls back to one of her oldest memories. When she first gave birth to Cain and Aclima, and how utterly disgusted she was that Aclima had been born a girl. How her first thought upon seeing Aclima was to drown her, to kill her in some way. But she didn't dare to, not when Adam was keeping a close eye on them. Now she knows better, it was her woman's intuition warning her and she didn't listen.

"It's time I corrected that mistake." Eve says out with venom in her voice.

Eve lunges forward, her fists aiming straight for Aclima's face. The look of pure hatred in Eve's eyes was enough to chill even the bravest of hearts, but Aclima stood her ground, her spear poised and ready.

As Eve's fist shot towards her, Aclima sidestepped with a grace that spoke of centuries of practice. Eve's momentum carried her past Aclima, but she quickly regained her balance, turning to face her daughter with a snarl.

Aclima is confident, but not foolish. Her mom may be wild and erratic, driven by emotion rather than strategy but her strength wasn't to be underestimated. Just the resulting wind from her punch had been enough to ruffle Aclima's feathers. She knew she had to remain agile, to outthink and outmaneuver her mother. Her mom has never gone hunting, never fought for her life and while she may have grown in strength, she was still only about brute force.

"You can't win this, Mom." Aclima said, her voice steady and full of confidence.

Eve ignored her words, launching another attack. Her movements were wild and erratic, driven by emotion rather than strategy. Aclima, however, was calm and calculated, parrying each blow with precision. The clash of their wills echoed through the barren landscape, each strike reverberating with the weight of their shared history.

Eve charged again, her movements fueled by raw emotion. Aclima met her head-on, their clash echoing across the barren landscape. Eve’s fists collided with Aclima’s spear, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through both of their bodies. Aclima spun away, using the momentum to swing the spear around, aiming for Eve’s side. Eve twisted, barely dodging the strike, and countered with a swift kick that caught Aclima in the ribs.

"Now that was pleasant!" Eve yells out. She felt cathartic, finally able to hurt her daughter.

TO KILL HER!

Aclima staggered, pain shooting through her side, but she quickly countered, her spear slicing through the air and grazing Eve’s shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood. Eve hissed in pain but didn’t falter. Instead, she pressed forward, her wings unfurling and beating powerfully to propel her faster towards her daughter.

Aclima barely had time to brace herself before the two collided, the force of Eve's impact driving them both to the ground.

They grappled fiercely, a chaotic tangle of wings and limbs, each trying to gain the upper hand. Eve's raw power was overwhelming, but Aclima's skill and determination kept her in the fight. She managed to twist free, rolling away and springing back to her feet.

Their battle raged on, neither willing to give an inch. Eve’s fury made her relentless, her attacks a barrage of punches and kicks that forced Aclima to constantly be on the defensive. But Aclima’s cool head and strategic mind kept her one step ahead, her spear dancing in her hands as she parried and dodged, looking for an opening.

As the fight dragged on, it became clear that Eve’s anger was both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness. Her relentless attacks began to slow, her movements growing more erratic as fatigue set in. Aclima, sensing an opportunity, began to press her advantage. She feinted to the left, drawing Eve’s guard, then spun around and struck low, sweeping Eve’s legs out from under her.

Eve landed on the sand with a loud thud and before she could regain her footing, Aclima was upon her with her spear pointing at her neck.

Aclima smiled. Finally, she could kill this BITCH!

-

With Adam angry and Aclima distracted, it was up to Lute to call for backup while Harper watches Lilith. She wasn't going to kid herself. As much as she would like to jump into the fight and prove her worth. She knows this wasn't a fight they could win. Not when Lucifer is on their side.

Raising her hand to tap her halo to contact Sera, Lute and Harper failed to notice a purple puff of smoke surround their feet that suddenly dragged them out of the air and crashing to the ground.

As the two of them recover, Lilith lands gracefully in front of them. "While Eve has her reunion with her daughter and Adam catches up with my husband, I think the three of us can have a little chat." Lilith's voice was a smooth blend of menace and amusement. Her eyes glinted with a dangerous light as she observed Lute and Harper struggling to their feet.

Lute shot Harper a glance, her eyes narrowing. "Get ready." she muttered under her breath. Harper nodded, her wings twitching in anticipation. The two of them braced themselves, ready for whatever Lilith had in store.

Lilith chuckled softly, an unsettling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Oh, don't be so tense. I merely want to talk." she said, her tone mocking. "But if you insist on making this difficult ..." With a flick of her wrist, dark tendrils of smoke began to coil around her, forming into sharp, shadowy spikes.

Before Lute or Harper could react, Lilith lunged at them with supernatural speed. Harper barely managed to raise her spear in time to block the first strike, the clash of metal and shadow ringing out through the air. Lute, quick to recover, swung her own sword towards Lilith, but the demoness evaded with an almost lazy grace.

"Too easy!" Lilith taunted, her movements fluid and precise. She spun around, her shadowy spikes morphing into a whip that she cracked towards Lute, forcing her to leap back. "But I must say, I admire your spirit. So much like Adam!"

Harper, seizing an opening, lunged forward, her spear aimed straight at Lilith's heart. But just as the tip was about to make contact, Lilith dissolved into smoke, reappearing behind Harper in an instant. With a cruel smile, she struck Harper across the back, sending her sprawling to the ground.

"Harper!" Lute cried out in anger, charging at Lilith with renewed ferocity. Her blade met Lilith's whip, the two clashing in a furious dance of light and shadow. Despite her best efforts, Lute found herself steadily being pushed back, Lilith's superior strength and speed overwhelming her defenses.

"You fight well." Lilith conceded, her voice dripping with mock admiration. "For a cheap copy." She lashed out with her whip, wrapping it around Lute's wrist and yanking her forward. As Lute stumbled, Lilith's other hand shot out, catching her by the throat and lifting her off the ground.

Harper, regaining her footing, saw her sister in danger and flew to her aid. But Lilith, anticipating the move, flung Lute aside and conjured a barrier of shadow between herself and Harper. Harper crashed into it, the force of the impact knocking her back once more.

Lilith turned her attention back to Lute, who was struggling to rise. "Such determination." she mused, stepping closer. "Guess you really do love Adam."

Harper, seeing her sister's defiance, rallied beside her, determination burning in her eyes. Together, they stood as a united front against Lilith, their weapons at the ready. "We love him more than you do!"

"I doubt that." Lilith chuckled darkly, her gaze flickering between the two of them. "You are persistent, I'll give you that." she remarked, her voice dripping with disdain. "But persistence won't save you."

With a swift motion, Lilith launched herself at them, her whip crackling with dark energy. Lute and Harper met her head-on. Despite Lilith's skill and power, they fought with a fierce determination born from love and loyalty.

The battle raged on, each side refusing to give ground. Lute and Harper fought with all the strength and skill they possessed, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance of blades and shadows. Lilith, meanwhile, seemed to revel in the chaos, her laughter echoing through the air as she unleashed wave after wave of dark magic.

As Lilith continued to press her advantage, Lute and Harper found themselves locked in a desperate struggle. They knew they couldn't match Lilith's power directly, but they refused to back down. With each strike of Lilith's whip, they countered with precise swordplay and strategic maneuvers, aiming to wear her down.

But Lilith was relentless. Her attacks were swift and merciless, driving Lute and Harper back with each onslaught. Despite their best efforts, they were gradually being pushed to their limits, the strain of the battle taking its toll on both body and spirit.

With a cruel smirk, Lilith exploited every opening, her movements becoming a blur of shadow and malice. As the battle reached its climax, Lilith seized her moment. With a swift and decisive strike, she disarmed Lute, sending her sword clattering to the ground. Harper, seeing her sister in peril, lunged forward to intervene, but Lilith was too quick.

With a flick of her wrist, Lilith ensnared Harper in her whip, the tendrils wrapping tightly around her body, binding her in place. Harper struggled against the suffocating darkness, but it was futile. Lilith's grip was unyielding, her laughter echoing through the air like a haunting melody.

Lute, seeing her sister trapped and defenseless, felt a surge of rage and despair wash over her. She knew that she was no match for Lilith on her own, but she refused to give up without a fight.

With a roar, Lute charged at Lilith, her fists clenched in determination. But Lilith merely chuckled darkly, her eyes glowing with triumph as she effortlessly dodged Lute's attacks.

In one swift motion, Lilith turned the tables, seizing Lute by the throat and lifting her off the ground with inhuman strength. Lute gasped for breath, her vision swimming as Lilith's grip tightened around her neck.

"Pathetic." Lilith mused.

-

Lucifer looked at Adam and held his arms open, ready for his best friend to come to him. All according to his foolproof plan. The suffering of the Israelites to bring him down to Earth, the bouquet of forget-me-nots that serve as a reminder of their friendship and now their heart-touching reunion.

"Come Bestie!" Lucifer yells cheerfully. "Give us a hug."

All Adam saw was red, the red of Lucifer's eyes and cheeks. How in front of him stood the one being in all of creation caused him so much misery.

Adam clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white. "You!" he growled through gritted teeth. Memories of pain, betrayal, and endless torment flashed through his mind like lightning. "After everything you've done, you have the audacity to call me 'bestie'!?"

Lucifer's smile didn't falter. He flies closer, his movements graceful and almost hypnotic. "Come now, Adam. We've been through so much together. Our history is rich, our bond unbreakable. Surely, you can see the humor in this little reunion?"

Adam's fury only intensified.

"Humor!?" Adam shouts in disbelief. The fury radiating off Adam was almost palpable, a dark aura that contrasted sharply with Lucifer's carefree demeanor. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the rage threatening to consume him. His voice was low and dangerous as he responded, "You think this is funny!?"

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" Adam shouts, no longer caring to watch his words.

Lucifer sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Such harsh words. But then, I've always admired your passion." Flying a little closer closer, Lucifer lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But let's not forget bestie, that your suffering was not without purpose. It brought you here, to me, to us, to this very moment."

"You bastard! So you DID do all this!?" Adam shouts in anger. So they are the cause of all this suffering! His descendants at his hands!

Oh right, Lucifer was suppose to apologize to Adam first about the whole slave thing before revealing his plans to him. No wonder he is so upset. But that's fine, he has been practicing his apologies for centuries. The first one didn't go over so well with Eve when she first came to his castle but now he has learned and is ready!

Okay.

Remember.

Opening line.

Hey Adam! ... Too formal? They are besties after all.

Hey Bestie! ... Too casual? It has been some time.

Adam ... Bestie ... Adam ... Bestie.

Stupid Lucifer, just say something!

"Hey Ass!" Lucifer yells in a panic and trips on his words. Shit, what did he just say? Damn it, why did he try to combine the two!?

"I meant-" Before Lucifer could continue, Adam had closed the distance and delivered a powerful right hook into Lucifer's face, sending him flying and crashing into a sand dune.

Lucifer groaned as he sits up, a hand coming up to touch his bruised cheek. He chuckled softly, the sound both mocking and oddly genuine. "Well, that was a hell of a punch." he muttered, slowly getting to his feet. It certainly packed more force than the ones Eve had thrown at him. Probably due to his angelic power. "I suppose I deserved that."

Adam stood there, his chest heaving with the effort to control his rage. "You deserve a lot more than that, you manipulative bastard!" he spat, his voice filled with venom. Adam rushes forward with his axe held high, ready to bring it down on to Lucifer without hesitation.

Lucifer's eyes widened as he saw the gleam of the golden axe. With a swift movement, he dodged the initial blow, the axe slicing through the air where his head had been just moments before. Sand erupted from the impact, and Lucifer quickly retreated, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.

"Now, now, Adam. Let's not be too hasty!" Lucifer said, his voice tinged with amusement despite the precarious situation. "Violence won't solve anything, you know."

"When it comes to you Lucifer, violence is ALWAYS the answer!" Pulling his axe out of the sand, he charges back at Lucifer once more.

Lucifer sidestepped Adam’s charge with an agility that spoke of millennia of experience. His wings unfurled, creating a mesmerizing sight as they caught the light of the sun. “I see you’re still as stubborn as ever.” Lucifer commented, his tone light but his eyes narrowing with caution.

Adam swung his axe again, the golden blade catching the light in a dazzling arc. Lucifer narrowly dodged the blow, feeling the rush of air as it passed mere inches from his face. “You’ll have to do better than that!” he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Lucifer knew Adam was angry, just like in Eden. All he had to do was let him tucker himself out and comfort him when he is tired. Soon he will be theirs once more.

With a roar of frustration, Adam shifted his stance, bringing the axe down with even greater force. This time, Lucifer wasn’t quick enough. The blade grazed his arm, drawing a thin line of blood that quickly healed. He hissed in pain, more surprised than hurt. "Guess I'm a little rusty."

Lucifer retreats a fair distance away. "Come on Adam, I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry!?" Adam yells back. "You slept with Lilith behind my back! You tricked Eve into eating the apple and now you poisoned her mind too! And what the fuck is Egypt about!?"

Lucifer held up his hands defensively, but his expression still had a smile. "Okay, okay, I admit, I may have made a few reckless choices along the way. But come on, Adam, you know me! I'm not all bad. I just ... have a knack for stirring things up a bit."

Adam's grip on the axe tightened, his muscles tense with fury. "Stirring things up!? You destroyed everything we had! Our paradise, our innocence, our friendship! FOR WHAT!?" His voice cracked with emotion, years of pent-up anger finally bubbling to the surface. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

Adam charges forward his rage fueling his movements. The ground trembled beneath as he closed the distance between himself and Lucifer, the golden axe gleaming in his hand like a beacon of vengeance.

But Lucifer didn't flinch. Instead, he stood his ground, a mixture of defiance and amusement flickering in his eyes. As Adam swung the axe downward with all his might, Lucifer transforms into a snake and wraps himself around the axe. Lucifer quickly travels up the axe in his snake form and transform back into his normal form. Now hugging Adam's back.

Oh, how he missed hugging Adam. The scent and warmth is still the same as all those years ago.

"Let go of me you bastard!" Adam flies up to the sky but is too late in trying to escape. He tries to shoot holy light at Lucifer but with him at such close proximity and on his back, it was hard to aim and he misses his mark.

Lucifer could see that this was taking too long. The longer he stayed out here with Adam, the higher the chance Heaven may take notice.

HE NEEDS TO END THIS SOON!

Lucifer transforms into an octopus and wraps his tentacles around Adam's limbs and wings, forcing him to fall to the ground.

Adam struggled against Lucifer's grip, his muscles straining with effort. But the more he fought, the tighter the coils of Lucifer's tentacles became, constricting around him like chains of iron.

"Let go of me, Lucifer!" Adam roared, his voice echoing across the desolate landscape. He thrashed and writhed, trying desperately to break free from the grasp of the fallen angel.

But Lucifer only chuckled darkly, his grip unyielding. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Adam!" he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You see, you and I, we're bound together by fate. And no matter how hard you struggle, you'll never be able to escape it."

"Fuck you! You wife stealing fucker!" Adam curses out as he struggles.

"Is that what has got you angry?" Lucifer asks cheerfully. "If you join us in hell, you can have Lilith and Eve back."

"What!?" Adam says in disbelief.

"That's right Adam. You can have both of your wives back. They want you, you know?" Lucifer coos out. "Tell you what bestie. If you join us, I'll be your wife too!"

Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lucifer is trying to tempt him with his former wives and himself!? Has he gone mad!

"You're a fucking MAN!" Adam yells out. "What kind of lie is that!?"

"No lie bestie. I want you!" Lucifer says and with a sudden puff of smoke, Lucifer transforms into a beautiful woman. "You can have the three of us. Lilith, Eve and now, LUCY!"

LUCY WANTS TO CARRY YOUR CHILD!

Adam tries to turn around but Lucy continued to hold him down.

"And all you have to do, is join us Adam." Lucy takes the apple off her top hat and places it by Adam's mouth.

"Is that ..." Adam was stunned. "It can't be!"

It couldn't be! Before him was a fruit he was all too familiar with. Every year in Eden he always saw the same fruit, a reminder of his past. But the one Lucifer gave was destroyed back in Eden!

"Oh yes Adam! I took three of them back in Eden, assuming that each person had to consume the whole apple for it to work, but I was wrong. A single bite was enough." Lucy said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So go on Adam. One bite and a FULL SWALLOW is all you need to be with us. TO BE WITH THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU!"

Lucy had expected Adam to eagerly bite into the apple but instead, all she got from him was a boisterous laugh.

Did Lucy really expect him to believe her!? He saw video proof of Eve practically discarding him and trying to get Michael.

"You think I'm that STUPID!?" Adam laughs. "You're nothing but a liar! Michael was right! You only want me for your sick fucking collection!"

"Don't you fucking say his name!" Lucy felt her anger rise, she grabs and pulls on Adam's hair. "Michael isn't your bestie! I AM!" Lucy shouts angrily.

"Go to hell!" Adam shouts back.

"Not without you." Lucy says, her tone becoming cold. "Know that I do this out of LOVE for you Adam."

Lucy won't risk it. Adam belongs in hell with them and she refuses to let him go!

SHE WON'T LET HIM LEAVE!

ADAM IS COMING TO HELL!

SHE NEEDS TO INCAPACITATE HIM FIRST BEFORE GETTING LILITH AND EVE!

Lucy reaches out with both of her hands and grab his left wing by the humerus bone.

Adam felt himself go cold as a familiar sense of pressure is applied onto his wing.

NO!

PLEASE!

NOT AGAIN!

Notes:

Poor Adam.

Chapter 50: The Final Cry

Summary:

Will Adam be saved?

Notes:

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Aclima was about to drive her spear into Eve when something heavy was suddenly thrown at her. Both her and whatever it was were sent tumbling a few feet before rolling to a stop.

Aclima regains her senses and looks at what was thrown was at her.

"Lute!?" Aclima calls out as she sees her sister barely conscious.

"I'm sorry ma'am." Lute weakly replies before collapsing.

Aclima looks up and sees Lilith hovering over Eve but before Aclima could react, she was suddenly ensnared by Lilith's magic, pinning her to the ground.

"Let me go!" Aclima demands but Lilith ignores her.

"Come on Eve, Lucifer has Adam." Lilith informs her as she holds an unconscious Harper.

Eve rises to her feet and turns to look at Aclima. Cracking her knuckles, she was rearing to beat her to death.

"Eve, we don't have time for this." Lilith tell her sternly.

"Shut up! This is my only chance!" Eve says in anger as she points at Aclima. "Do you know what that bitch did to me!?"

"Do you want to risk losing Adam?" Lilith ask.

Eve immediately backed down. While it was incredibly tempting to do so, killing Aclima isn't worth potentially losing her husband again.

"Fine." Eve mutters in defeat before taking off with Lilith to Lucifer's location.

"Get back here you cowards!" Aclima shouts as she struggles to get out of Lilith's magic. "Lute, wake up!"

Lute stirred but continued to remain unconscious.

"Damn it!" Aclima shouts. "DAD!"

-

"Mom!" Adam cries out desperately. Once again, his left wing has been broken.

"This is all your fault Adam." Lucy says. "You forced me to break your wing."

"Fuck you!" Adam shouts.

"Eat the apple Adam!" Lucy demands as she holds up the apple to his mouth. "Eat it, and I won't have to hurt you anymore. We can be friends, lovers, anything you want!"

"Never!" Adam resists. He refuses to give in to the bastard! He won't give her the satisfaction!

Lucy reaches out with both of her hands and grab his right wing by the humerus bone. "Last chance Adam, I don't want to do this."

"Let go!" Adam yells, both out of resistance and fear. The pain of his broken wing was excruciating, but the thought of succumbing to Lucy's manipulation was even worse. He could feel the bones grinding against each other as she tightened her grip, threatening to snap them.

"You leave me no choice Adam!" Lucy says as she applies strong pressure onto his ring wing and soon enough, a loud and sickening snap was heard.

Adam lets out another bloodcurdling scream as the pain surged through his body, tears streaming down his face.

"MOM!" Adam cries out in pain. He wishes Sera would save him like before. To deliver him from this nightmare.

"I'm sorry sweetie." Eve says as she land gracefully in front of Adam. "But the angels have abandoned you Adam."

Eve quickly wraps her arms around his neck, taking in his scent and feeling his warmth.

Oh how she missed it. How she has long dreamed of their reunion though while not as romantic as she had pictured was still better than being kept apart. If only she could just rip off his clothes and have her way with him right now.

"Get away from me!" Adam yells as he struggles.

"Oh, sweetie." Eve lifts his chin up. "Please remember, we're doing this for your own good."

"BY BREAKING MY FUCKING WINGS!?" Adam yells out.

"Lucifer ... or Lucy, had no choice, you were being brainwashed by the angels and you're resisting us." Eve coos out. "We're only trying to help you."

"Mom!" Adam calls out again, much to Eve's annoyance. So much so that Eve immediately slaps Adam.

"Don't call for that whore, Adam!" Eve scolds. "She won't come for you!"

Adam could only sob as Lucy continued to restrain him.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you did force my hand." Eve coos as she kisses his cheek. "Please don't make me hurt you."

Dropping Harper, Lilith walks over and picks up the apple and holds it to his mouth.

"Take a bite Adam. We can all be together again." Lilith encourages with wide eyes. "JUST LIKE IN EDEN!."

"AS A FAMILY." All three said in unison.

For a brief moment, Adam considers it. He never told anyone where he and his daughters were going so they weren't coming to save him. Lucy had broken both of his wings and he was in great pain. Maybe, if he took a bite, they would just stop hurting him. They only want him so they should leave his daughters alone.

But if he did, he'll never see Heaven again. He'll never see his Mom, Emily, Aclima, Lute, Michael, Seth, Azura and all his children.

But a voice breaks through his thoughts. It was a weak voice but it was enough to strengthen his resolve.

"Don't do it Dad." Harper chokes out, coughing up gold ichor. "Don't."

Lilith turns and furiously kicks Harper in her gut. "Stop interrupting our moment!"

"Harper!" Adam calls out, he tries to struggle once more but fails to do anything. "Please! Stop hurting her!"

"Lets just take Adam to hell with us! He can eat the apple there!" Lilith reasons.

Lucy shakes her head, right now, they had the momentum. If they took him to hell and he doesn't eat the apple, Heaven can simply force their way in and take him back. But if Adam eats the apple, he'll be condemned to hell and there is nothing they can do about it!

Lucy looks at Lilith and gestures over to Harper.

Understand what she wants, Lilith conjures up a knife made of her dark magic and stabs it into Harper's stomach area, earning a scream from the girl.

"What are you doing!?" Adam cries out. "Leave her alone!"

Lilith twists the knife while it was still buried in Harper. "Eat the apple, and this stops!" Lilith demands.

"Listen to her honey." Eve whispers into his ear. "We all know how aggressive Lilith can get."

Just one bite and he'll be condemned to hell with them. He may resist now but with time and all of her love, she have her husband back.

Lilith pulls out the knife and plunges it back into Harper's guts.

"NO! HARPER!" Adam screams. He can't feel the pain in his wings anymore. All he wants to do is pull Harper away from them.

"Do it Adam." Lucy coos. "Eat the apple."

"Lets us go back to the way it used to be." Eve coos out, picking and lifting the apple up to him.

Despite being in immense pain and her extreme blood loss, Harper yells out defiantly with all her remaining strength. "Fuck you! Don't do it Dad!"

"Shut her up!" Lucy yells out to Lilith.

"Gladly!" Lilith plunges the knife into Harper's chest.

"NO!" Adam screams in desperation, his voice raw and broken. The agony of watching his daughter suffer is too much to bear. He thrashes in Lucy's grip, but his broken wings and weakened state leave him helpless.

Lilith smirks as she twists the knife in Harper's chest, relishing in the suffering. Harper gasps for breath, her eyes filled with defiance despite the pain. "I ... love you ... Dad." she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Tears stream down Adam's face as he struggles against the grip of his captors. He knows he can't let them win, but the sight of his daughter's suffering is breaking his resolve. "Please ... just stop." he pleads, his voice cracking with emotion.

Lucy presses the apple closer to his lips, her voice sweet and coaxing. "Just one bite, Adam. One bite, and it all ends. No more pain, no more suffering. We can be happy again, like we were in Eden."

Adam's eyes flicker to Harper, then to the apple. He's caught in a terrible dilemma, torn between the desire to protect his daughter and the need to resist the evil that is trying to corrupt him. He closes his eyes, searching for strength, for a way out of this nightmare.

But he doesn't find it.

Harper's cries kept replaying in his mind.

Eve sees her opportunity and kneels in front of Adam. "Don't worry honey, we can make your first bite enjoyable."

Eve bites into the apple. With a piece still in her mouth, she leans in to kiss Adam, aiming to transfer it to him

Finally! Her first kiss with Adam since dying and she'll be blessing him with a piece of the apple! What a joyous day!

HER HUSBAND IS BACK!

Adam doesn't want to fight it anymore. The more he tried, the more his loved ones get hurt.

Maybe he belongs in hell. At least than, the ones in Heaven won't suffer because of him.

"I'm sorry Harper." Adam whispers as Eve closes in.

-

Michael was suddenly alerted by his apprentice via halo when holy light was detected being used on Earth. He shot up from his seat, alarming everyone in the meeting room.

"What!? ... Check again! ... Understood." Michael nods.

"Is something the matter Michael?" Sera ask, worried about the sudden interruption.

"Holy light has been detected on Earth!" Michael states with urgency.

This was concerning, for this could mean that a rogue angel is on Earth or Lucifer had somehow regained more of his powers. Both cases would result in havoc being spread on Earth.

Immediately, all eyes turn to the orb in the center of the room and a video feed of Egypt starts showing. Everyone present felt a chill run down their spine when a loud bloodcurdling scream was suddenly heard.

But what followed after made Sera's blood run cold.

"MOM!" Adam cries out desperately.

"Adam!" Emily shouted with worry, recognizing the voice.

What is going on!? Adam should be in Heaven! Why is he screaming!? Why is he desperately calling out for mom!?

The camera zooms in and their worse fears have been realized. Lucifer is on Earth and with golden ichor on his hands. Emily nearly cried at an all too familiar sight of a broken wing that she herself had once caused. But this time, it was much worse, both of his wings were broken. Sera brought her hand up to cover her mouth in shock.

MY SON!

"Lucifer!" Michael shouted in both anger and excitement.

Why Adam was on Earth? Michael doesn't know. Right now, Adam is in trouble and Lucifer is the cause. Plus an opportunity to punch his prideful brother?

HE IS ALL FOR IT!

If Lucifer thinks that taking on a woman's form will stop Michael from hitting him, he has got another thing coming!

Sera quickly opens a portal in the middle of the room and almost every angel present flew into the portal.

-

Upon arrival, everyone was horrified at the sight before them. As if it was happening in slow motion, they witness Eve, biting into the forbidden fruit and leaning forward to force it into Adam's mouth.

Emily flew towards them faster than she has ever flown before and did the only thing she could think of to prevent the worst outcome from happening.

As for Eve, Instead of meeting with Adam's lips, she was instead met with a fist.

"Stay away from him!" Emily yells out as she punches Eve in the mouth.

The force of Emily's punch sent Eve flying and the apple piece in her mouth was spat out, landing far from Adam. Eve skidded across the ground, stunned by the unexpected attack.

Emily, with her wings fully spread, stood protectively in front of Adam. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes softening as they met his. "I'm here, Adam! We're all here!"

Lucy looks at Emily who only returns his look with a glare. "Who the hell are you!?" Lucy yells out but before she can get an answer, she was suddenly grabbed by her neck and lifted up, forced to let go of Adam.

NO!

THEY WERE SO CLOSE!

"Sera!" Lucy yells out in surprise.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!" Sera shouts as she tosses Lucy far.

Before Lilith could try and conjure up some magic to attack, she was suddenly tackled and sent far by perhaps the most gorgeous being she has ever seen.

"How dare you attack my Adam!?" Jophiel yells out in rage as the two went off.

With the trio now far away from Adam, the other angels encircled Adam and Harper, ensuring their safety.

Sera turns her attention back to Adam.

"Adam!" Sera kneels down, ready to comfort her son. But instead, Adam ignores her and crawls over to Harper.

"Harper!" Adam cries out, cradling her frail body in his arms. "Please, hold on!"

Harper's breathing is shallow, her face pale from blood loss. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at Adam, managing a weak smile.

"Stay with me, Harper! Stay with me!" Adam pleads, tears streaming down his face. He tries to apply pressure to her wounds, but he knows it's not enough.

"Raphael!" Adam calls out desperately and in seconds, Raphael was at the scene.

-

Lucy wasn't sure how far she had flown before she finally managed to stop and orient herself. Though she may as well have let herself crash because soon after recovering from being thrown, she was suddenly punched by another and sent crashing into the ground.

Unlike the punch Adam had given her earlier that only bruised her, this punch was much stronger and actually unhinged her jaw.

"Hello Lucifer! Or is it Lucy now?" Michael calls out excitedly before his expression darkened immensely. "You hurt my best friend."

"HE ISN'T YOURS!" Lucy defiantly shouts. "HE IS MINE!"

"Is that right?" Michael says with a smirk.

Lucy gulps, she knows her chances against Michael weren't great but that doesn't mean they were zero.

"You ... you wouldn't hit a woman." Lucy says with a frightened smile.

"Trust me, for you. Man OR woman, I will hit." Michael says with a smirk. "But tell you what, I'll play fair."

Michael snaps his fingers and in a puff of smoke, transforms himself into a beautiful woman.

"What the fuck!?" Lucy yells out.

"Call me Malenia, Blade of Heaven." Malenia smiles as she cracks her knuckles. "And I have never known defeat."

Lucy barely had time to process the sudden transformation before Malenia was upon her. The speed and ferocity of her attacks were unlike anything Lucy had ever faced. She attempted to defend herself, but Malenia's strikes were precise and relentless.

Malenia delivered a swift kick to Lucy's midsection, sending her skidding across the ground. Lucy gasped for air, her vision blurring as she tried to stand. Before she could fully rise, Malenia was already in front of her, delivering a powerful backhand that sent Lucy spiraling back into the sand.

"Is that all you've got, Lucy!?" Malenia taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "I expected more from the infamous Devil!"

Lucy struggled to her feet, her body aching from the blows. She wiped the blood from her mouth and glared at Malenia. "I'm not done yet." she spat, summoning her remaining strength.

With a primal scream, Lucy charged at Malenia, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. But Malenia moved with a grace and speed that made her seem untouchable. She dodged and deflected every attack with ease, her movements fluid and effortless.

Malenia's counterattack was brutal. She struck Lucy with a series of rapid punches and kicks, each one landing with bone-crushing force. Lucy's defenses crumbled under the onslaught, and she found herself on the ground once more, struggling to catch her breath.

"Is that the best you can do?" Malenia asked, her tone mocking. "You truly do have a skill issue."

Lucy coughed, blood splattering the ground beneath her. She could feel her strength fading, but she refused to give up. She had to find a way to defeat Malenia, or at least buy herself some time.

FOR ADAM!

But before Lucy could respond, Malenia was on her again, her movements a blur. She delivered a devastating punch to Lucy's stomach, followed by a roundhouse kick that sent her crashing into a nearby rock.

Lucy had to admit defeat. Her foolproof plan had almost worked but needed fine tuning.

THEY ALMOST HAD ADAM!

But she can't have him if she dies.

There is always next time.

Snapping her fingers, she summons a portal and quickly escapes through it.

Malenia scoffs at Lucy's cowardice before transforming back to Michael.

-

"You hurt my love Lilith!" Jophiel yells as she effortlessly deflects Lilith's whip.

Lilith wasn't doing well on her end, whatever magic she throws at Jophiel, it seems to dissipate against the radiant aura surrounding the Seraphim. Frustration boils within Lilith as her dark incantations crackle futilely against the holy barrier.

"You hurt my Adam!" Jophiel shouts as she continues to step nearer to Lilith.

Her whip attacks weren't faring any better either. With a growl of frustration, she draws upon the darkest depths of her power, calling forth shadows that writhe and twist around her like living serpents. With a primal scream, she hurls them towards Jophiel, aiming to overwhelm her with sheer power.

"He isn't yours! He was made for me!" Lilith retorts in frustration.

But Jophiel stands unwavering, her eyes blazing with determination. As the shadow serpents surge toward her, she raises her hands, and a holy light erupts from her palms, dispersing the shadows like mist in the morning sun.

"You can't win." Jophiel states.

Jophiel was about ready to fire off a large ray of holy light at Lilith but was caught off guard when a portal opens up at Lilith's feet.

As the portal appeared beneath Lilith, she seized the opportunity without hesitation, diving into the it before Jophiel could react. The portal sealed shut behind her, leaving Jophiel standing alone amidst the desolate landscape.

-

While Emily had left to help Aclima and Lute, Sera had to take her anger out on someone after seeing her son so distraught. And who better than the very source of his despair.

"Eve." Sera calls out coldly. Sera wasn't one to let her anger get the best of her or to get her hands dirty but for Eve, she'll gladly make an exception. She recalls the remark she had made before about Sera was only pretending to be a mother and that only served to fuel her rage.

But what really pushed Sera over the edge?

THEY TRIED TO GET HIM TO EAT THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT AGAIN!

"Bitch!" Eve curses out as she stood defiantly at the large imposing Seraphim.

Before Eve could react, she was suddenly enveloped in angelic power and lifted up into the air before being slammed down back into the ground. Knocking the wind out of her. Sera smirks as she repeatedly continued to slam Eve into the ground.

Eve struggled to rise from the ground, her defiance unwavering even in the face of Sera's wrath. "You can't keep him away from me!" she spat, her voice laced with venom. "HE IS MINE!"

The Seraphim's rage boiled over at Eve's audacity. With a swift motion, she raised her hand, summoning a bolt of lightning that crackled with angelic power. "You will never touch him again!" she declared, her voice resonating with power. With one swift motion, she shoots the bolt of lightning forward, fully intent on killing Eve.

But her attack only finds air. Mere moments before Sera's attack could vaporize Eve, Lucy had opened a portal and pulled Eve through.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she takes in a few deep breaths to calm herself.

It wasn't the outcome Sera was hoping for but with the trio from hell gone, she had to return to her son.

-

As Sera returned to Adam's side, she found Raphael already tending to Harper, his healing light surrounding her in a gentle glow. Adam's anguish was palpable as he clung to his daughter, his tears mingling with hers.

"Raphael, please, you have to save her." Adam pleaded, his voice choked with emotion.

Raphael's expression was solemn as he continued his healing efforts, his hands emitting a soft, golden light. "I will do my best Adam." he assured, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

Harper's injuries were severe, her life hanging in the balance. But Raphael was determined to fight for her, to push back the darkness that threatened to consume her.

As the moments stretched on, the tension in the air was palpable. Adam could do nothing but watch, his heart heavy with fear and hope intertwined.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Raphael's healing light began to fade, leaving Harper lying still and pale against the desert sand. For a moment, there was silence, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on them all.

...

But Harper remained still.

Adam's breath caught in his throat, his heart sinking as he looked at his daughter's motionless form. Sera reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against Harper's cheek, hoping for any sign of life.

But there was nothing. No flutter of eyelids, no shallow breaths, only stillness.

Raphael bowed his head, his own sorrow evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry. Lilith's dark magic had taken root in her heart." he said softly, "We were too late."

"HARPER!"

Adam let out a guttural cry of anguish, his world crumbling around him as he held his daughter's lifeless body close. Sera wrapped her arms around him, offering what little comfort she could in the face of such devastating loss.

But all Adam felt in this moment, was failure.

It should have been him.

He failed as a father.

He lost his daughter.

Notes:

I'm going to miss my girl.

Chapter 51: In Memoriam

Summary:

How do you deal with death when you thought it impossible?

Notes:

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Vaggie should be happy.

She had been promoted to the position of Sergeant after only a few decades with the exorcists, thanks to her hard work and exemplary skill with the spear.

She should be happy.

None of her sisters had been promoted for centuries, as the leadership hierarchy had remained unchanged. She was the first since the inception of the exorcists to be promoted.

She should be happy.

Yet she wasn't.

Everything had moved so quickly since her Dad had returned from Earth. Aclima had called her to the infirmary, where she found her Dad with both of his wings broken and Raphael tending to him. But it wasn't his wings or any other injuries that is causing him such anguish.

It was the loss of one of his daughters.

Harper was dead.

And her Dad had refused to let go of her body. As if trying to will her back to life, Adam clung to her and kept whispering apologies, asking for forgiveness. Begging for her to open her eyes. To wake up.

But Harper just laid in his arms, motionless. So many people had come and gone, trying to console him in any way they could think of, some even trying to take Harper away from him but Adam refused to let go.

It was a haunting sight, one that Vaggie would never be able to erase from her memory. The powerful figure of Adam, who had always seemed unbreakable, now crumpled in grief. His golden eyes, usually so full of life and determination, were now dull and vacant.

Fortunately or unfortunately, they have now discovered that bodies do not decompose in Heaven. Harper looks the same as she did the day she died. Her serene expression, as if she were merely sleeping, made the reality of her death even harder to accept. It was as though time had frozen around her, preserving her in that final, tragic moment.

She had tried to approach him, to offer him some form of comfort, but the moment she stepped forward, his eyes flashed with a wild, desperate intensity. He had pulled Harper's body closer, shielding it from anyone who dared to come near, as if fearing that they would take away the last piece of his daughter he had left.

"Dad?" Vaggie calls out as she steps closer.

"Hey ..." Adam murmurs out as she continued to cradle Harper.

"Grandma is pretty worried about you. You've been here for a week now." Vaggie says in a soft tone.

"Oh ... has it been that long?" Adam questions. "I guess Harper is such a heavy sleeper."

Vaggie senses it, the way he clings desperately to her lifeless form, refusing to accept the reality of her passing. She can see the torment in his eyes, the flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, Harper will wake up if he holds on tight enough.

"Dad." Vaggie says gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know this is hard to hear, but ... Harper isn't coming back."

Adam's gaze snaps up to meet hers, a mixture of anguish and defiance in his eyes. "No." he insists, his voice raw with emotion. "You're wrong, Vaggie. She's just sleeping. She'll wake up any minute now."

Vaggie's heart breaks at his words, the sheer desperation in his tone tearing at her soul. She wants to shake him, to make him see reason, but she knows it won't help. He's not ready to let go yet, not ready to face the painful truth that Harper is gone.

Even she herself is finding it hard to accept that Harper is gone.

The cost of being a Sergeant was just too great.

-

"What do you mean we can't kill them!" Aclima shouts in frustration. "They attacked us and KILLED Harper!"

"What message does this send when we simply let them go!?" Lute shouts in anger.

"They broke the deal!" Aclima yells. "Surely that is grounds for war!?"

"The deal was that during extermination day, they will not attack the exorcists." Michael states, snapping the contract into existence. "Unfortunately, their attack in Egypt doesn't break the contract."

"This is war!" Aclima yells. Losing a sister has hit them all hard but especially her father. "We must avenge Harper!"

"And how many more of your sisters are you willing to lose?" Michael ask, his tone stern. "Before, Lucifer was the only threat we know of that could kill angels. But now? Now, we know Lilith is able to do so as well and who is to say Eve can't?"

"Lady Sera, they attacked us, attacked your SON!" Lute looks to Sera, pleading for her approval. "Surely this warrants war! They must be killed for defying Heaven!"

Sera looks between the three of them, giving each a contemplative look as she pondered her words. She understands their desire for revenge. Even now, the desire to head down to hell and kill Eve outright still lingered.

If Adam had been corrupted by them?

If Adam had been dragged to hell?

If Adam had been killed?

SHE WOULD HAVE HUNTED THEM DOWN!

But now? Adam is safe. Back in Heaven.

He is safe.

Her son is alive. Broken, but alive. She must consider the cost of further bloodshed, the potential loss of more exorcists, more of Adam's daughters. The anguish of losing Harper is still raw, but Sera knows that vengeance will not bring her back.

"We will not go to war," Sera declares firmly, her voice carrying the weight of her authority. "We will mourn Harper, but we will not act in anger."

"But Grandma." Aclima protests, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and sorrow. "How can we just stand by? They killed Harper! They could kill any one of us next!"

"And you believe that your father, my son, can accept any more losses?" Sera questions sternly. "The lost of Harper has already shattered him. How much more do you think he can take if anyone on of you were to die next? Do not forget why he is unaware of the exterminations in the first place."

"Then what do we do?" Lute asks, her voice heavy with frustration and despair. "We can't just do nothing."

"If you had informed us of Lucifer's involvement in Egypt, we would have acted accordingly." Sera states. "Instead, you two and your father took matters into your own hands and this was the result."

Aclima's anger falters, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. She glances at Lute, who looks equally deflated, and then back to Sera, understanding dawning in her eyes.

"Helping Adam get through this is our first priority." Sera instructs. "As for Lucifer, Lilith and Eve, we will continue to monitor them and the exterminations carries out as usual. We will continue to deprive them of their numbers."

Aclima and Lute sigh in resignation and leave the office.

Sera leans back in her chair, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on her shoulders. She knew this would not be the end of the calls for vengeance. The desire for retribution ran deep among the exorcists, especially now, with the loss of one of their own so fresh and painful.

As the door closed behind Aclima and Lute, Sera allowed herself a moment to breathe, to compose herself before turning her attention to Michael.

"What is the situation in Egypt?" Sera ask. Adam had supposedly set in motion a plan to free the Israelites from slavery but how? They did not know. With how grief stricken he was, that question remains unanswered.

"Gabriel and Uriel had volunteered to guide Moses and his brother. Their last report indicated that the Pharoah was stubborn and they are going to introduce some plagues." Michael recounts.

Sera nods. If they can set the Israelites free, than at least Adam can take comfort in the fact that his actions did bore some good, despite the cost.

Still though, how could they have missed Lucifer being on Earth and corrupting someone for so many decades?

They need to do better.

-

Death had almost become a foreign concept to Adam. He hadn't experienced such personal loss since Abel and Eve. For well over a millennium, Adam had been in Heaven and his family only grew with each daughter he created or when a new winner would join Heaven much like Seth, Azura and Vaggie.

But this was the first time since coming to Heaven that his family shrunk. It may only have been by one but the loss felt monumental.

"Harper." Adam chokes out as he taps her cheek, silently begging for her to wake up.

He remembered the day he had crafted her with such vivid detail, the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she explored the wonders of Heaven.

He remembered the joy in his heart when he first beheld her, and the pride that swelled within him as he watched her grow and flourish.

How she would always challenge Lute for the position of Lieutenant and while she has never won, she always strived to be better.

He was so proud of her.

And now, she was gone.

"Please Harper, wake up." Adam begs as he cradles her body. Her body long grown cold but her spirit still warm in his memory.

He gently brushed a lock of hair away from Harper's face, his fingertips lingering on her cheek, searching desperately for any sign of life. But there was none. Only the stillness of death surrounded them, pressing in on Adam like a suffocating shroud.

"Adam."

Turning his head to see who it was, he sees Sera, Emily, Aclima, Lute and Vaggie.

"Dad, it's been over a week and we're all worried." Aclima says, her voice full of worry. "Please, come home."

"I will honey ... Just as soon as Harper wakes up." Adam whispered, his voice strained with sorrow. He couldn't bear to leave her side, couldn't accept that she was truly gone.

Sera stepped forward, her expression a mixture of sympathy and concern. "Adam, you can't keep doing this to yourself. Harper wouldn't want you to suffer like this."

"I can't mom." Adam says as a tear slips down his cheek. He can't accept it.

Please don't make him accept it.

Sera slowly sits besides him and wipes the tear off his face. "Adam, Harper would have wanted you to remember her with love and carry on living your life. It's what she would have done for you if the roles were reversed."

Adam shakes his head in denial.

"This is Heaven." Adam murmurs out. "She is suppose to be here with us, living and thriving. Not ..."

Adam looks back at Harper. He hates to admit it. He doesn't want to admit it.

But he has to. He knows he has to.

"Please." Adam begs, as he looks back to Sera. "Don't make me say goodbye."

Sera leans down and presses her forehead to his. "I'm sorry Adam." Sera whispers.

Emily flew forward and stood in front of him. "You don't have to say goodbye alone, Adam. We're all here for you." Emily says, trying to assure him despite her own tears.

Emily reaches her hands forward, gently worming her way into his tight hold and gently prying Harper away and slowly, bit by bit, Adam was finally letting go.

Aclima, Lute and Vaggie slowly and cautiously approached, afraid that any loud noise would reset any progress that their father is going through. Once Emily had sufficiently pulled Harper enough away from him, Lute and Vaggie took her body.

Adam felt a crushing weight settle over him, the finality of the moment hitting him like a physical blow.

Harper looked so small and fragile in Lute and Vaggie's arms, her once vibrant spirit now forever silenced. Adam's heart ached with a pain unlike anything he had ever known as he watched them carry Harper away, her form disappearing into the distance.

"Harper!" Adam cries out. He tries to go after them, to take her back.

SHE IS STILL ALIVE!

But Sera wraps her arms around him from behind him, holding him in place. Emily and Aclima quickly hug him from the front.

The embrace of his family envelops Adam, offering a fragile shield against the overwhelming grief threatening to consume him. He sobs uncontrollably, his body trembling with the weight of his loss. Sera's arms provide a comforting anchor, grounding him in the reality he so desperately wishes to deny.

"We're here, Dad." Aclima murmurs, her voice choked with emotion. "We'll get through this together."

Emily tightens her grip around him. "You're not alone, Adam." she whispers while sobbing. "We'll help you carry this burden."

As Sera's large wings cocoons them, Adam could no longer hide from the truth. Slowly, agonizingly, the reality of Harper's death begins to settle over him like a heavy shroud. With each passing moment, the weight of his grief becomes more bearable, the raw edges of his pain dulled by the warmth of his family's love.

But still he wonders.

If he had eaten the apple, would Harper still be alive?

-

Harper's funeral took place a day later.

The exorcists gathered in solemn silence, their wings draped in mourning as they paid their respects to their fallen sister. Adam stood at the forefront, his expression etched with sorrow as he gazed upon the casket containing his beloved daughter. His once bright golden eyes were now clouded with tears, his wings drooping with the weight of his grief.

Sera stood by his side, a pillar of strength amidst the sea of sorrow. Her own eyes were moist with unshed tears, but her posture remained regal, her presence unwavering.

While perhaps not the best thought to be had, she was glad that it wasn't her son that was in the casket before her.

As the ceremony began, Michael stepped forward, his voice carrying through the hallowed halls as he spoke of Harper's bravery, her unwavering dedication to her duties, and the indelible mark she had left on all who knew her.

Aclima, the first to approach the casket, placed a golden spear engraved with Harper's name in, nestling it in Harper's arms. Afterwards, one by one, the rest of her sisters approached the casket, each placing a white Lily in her casket.

Vaggie, her eyes red-rimmed with tears, stepped forward last, her trembling hand placing a simple but heartfelt note beside her sister's resting place. It was a promise to carry on Harper's legacy, to honor her memory and to be the Sergeant that Harper would have been proud of.

As the ceremony drew to a close, the exorcists gathered around the casket one final time, their voices raised in a solemn chorus of prayer and remembrance. Together, they offered their farewells to Harper, their fallen comrade, their beloved sister.

In a moment of profound emotion, Adam decided to honor Harper's memory in the most fitting way he knew.

He stepped back, his wings unfurling slowly behind him despite the great pain it caused him. With a deep breath, he summoned a harp and began to play. The notes, haunting and mournful, filled the air, carrying the weight of his sorrow and love for his daughter.

Each strum of the strings echoed through the hallowed halls, weaving a melody that spoke of loss, of longing, and of a father's undying love. Tears flowed freely down Adam's cheeks as he poured his heart and soul into the music, his grief finding solace in the melancholy melody.

The other exorcists stood in silent reverence, their own sorrow mingling with Adam's as they listened to the mournful strains of the harp. Sera stood by his side, her hand resting gently on his shoulder, offering him the silent support he needed in this moment of profound sadness.

Though his heart would forever ache with her absence, he found comfort in the only way he knew how, through the language of music and love. As the last note faded into the stillness of the chamber, Adam bowed his head, his harp silent in his hands.

"Goodbye, Harper."

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise.

Back to the trio in hell. Do they have another foolproof plan?

Chapter 52: A Brewing Storm

Summary:

The trio are back in hell and safe ... right?

Michael has a new taste.

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Chapter Text

Narrowly escaping death in Egypt, the trio from hell spill out of the portal and back into their castle in hell.

"FOOLPROOF PLAN!" Eve shouts as she picks herself off the floor. "WHERE IS MY ADAM!?"

"I may have forgotten to mention that Heaven had sensors on Earth to detect holy light." Lucy says sheepishly. "Should have broken his arms first before his wings."

"Will you turn back into a man already?" Lilith hissed, glaring at Lucifer. The sting of defeat that she suffered at the hands of Jophiel still lingered.

"Awww, but I'm like, totally cute." Lucy says as she chuckles despite her black eye and absolute pain she was feeling from Malenia's attacks.

Eve slaps the back of her head.

"Lucifer! What were you doing, trying to get with Adam before me!?" Eve scolds Lucy. "We had a deal!"

"I was only restraining him!" Lucy pleads as Eve glared daggers at her. "Besides, you got to kiss his cheek."

I WANTED TO KISS HIM TOO!

With a snap of her fingers, Lucy transforms herself back into Lucifer.

"Anyway, I'll need to come up with a new plan now." Lucifer remarks as he limps to his bedroom, intent on lying down and recover from his beating.

DON'T WORRY ADAM!

YOUR BESTIE WILL SAVE YOU SOON!

"It better be more foolproof than the last." Eve says as he leaves.

"Look on the bright side Eve, we manage to kill one of the Aclima clone lookalikes." Lilith says as she stretches her body.

"YOU killed her." Eve says with dissatisfaction. "I could have killed Aclima if you hadn't stopped me! Now that would have been a win! Though watching that bitch you killed writhe in pain was satisfying."

"It was cathartic." Lilith says with a smile as she recalls driving her blade into Harper. Hearing her screamed was the highlight of her whole trip. While she wished it was Aclima, she was happy nonetheless.

"Next time, we should just force him to eat apple." Eve says. "Now we're down to only one left."

"Next time Eve." Lilith says, hugging Eve from behind. "Still, it was a nice few decades under the Sun right?"

"I guess." Eve sighed, trying to relax into Lilith's embrace. "But I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here."

"Let's hope the next plan anyone comes up with takes place in the tropics." Lilith says as she chuckles.

After a few minutes relaxing, Eve pulls away from Lilith and starts heading to the door.

"Where are you going?" Lilith ask, sitting down on the couch.

"I'm still not happy that we lost Adam." Eve says. "I'm going to destroy Lucifer's favorite duck."

"Enjoy yourself!" Lilith called out as she leaned back, stretching her arms along the top of the couch.

Eve waved dismissively as she stormed out of the room, leaving Lilith to her thoughts. The echo of her footsteps faded down the hall, blending into the ambient noise of the castle.

Lilith sighed and let her mind wander back to their time on Earth. The chaos, the battles, the close calls—they were all part of the game they played, but Adam was the prize they MUST win. She ran her fingers through her hair, musing over the intricacies of their next move.

-

A week had passed since Harper's passing and Adam had secluded himself in his room. Throughout the entire week, Adam wasn't allowed to be alone. For fear that he may do something reckless.

"Maybe I should go to hell." Adam whispers to himself quietly.

Sera whose turn it was to be with Adam quickly snapped her gaze to her son.

"What did you say?" Sera ask, trying to hide her worry.

Adam looks up at her and into her eyes. "I think I should go to hell." Adam says with determination. "Just surrender myself over to Lucifer."

Sera hold on Adam tightens as she looks back unwavering.

"Why do you think so?" Sera ask, her eyes demanding an explanation.

"The Israelites were enslaved because of me! Harper is dead because of me! All because Lucifer wants me for his sick collection!" Adam exclaims in exasperation. "They all suffer and died because of me!"

"At least if he has me ... he'll leave everyone alone." Adam says, feeling defeated.

Sera's heart ached at Adam's words. She could see the pain and guilt etched deeply into his face, and it tore at her soul. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, determined to reach him.

"Look at me Adam." Sera began, her voice firm yet gentle. "You are not responsible for what happened. Harper's death and the suffering of others are not your fault."

"But they are, Mom. If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened." Adam shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "But if I give myself to him, maybe—"

"No!" Sera interrupted, her voice firm. "You think sacrificing yourself will save others, but it won't. You may save thousands by giving yourself to him but millions in Heaven will be in anguish if you leave us."

Sera cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "You can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Adam. Harper wouldn't want that. None of us want that."

Adam's eyes brimmed with tears. "I don't know how to make things right."

Sera pulled him into a tight embrace, feeling his body tremble against hers. "You don't make it right by giving up. You live. You live for Harper, for those who are suffering, and for yourself. We need you here, Adam. I need you here."

Adam clung to his mother, his tears flowing freely. The burden of his guilt felt slightly lighter in her comforting embrace.

"Don't let Harper's death be in vain." Sera whispered. "She died to ensure you stayed in Heaven. To stay with the people that love you."

"But Lucifer will just hurt more people to get to me." Adam says.

"He may do so but not forever." Sera says firmly. "Eventually, he'll realize that you aren't playing his game and he'll give up on you."

"Really?" Adam ask, feeling skeptical. It has been centuries since Adam and Lucifer met and when they finally met in Egypt, he seemed pretty determined to get him into hell.

"Trust me Adam." Sera says, holding him close to her chest. "All you have to do is -"

"STAY."

"IN."

"HEAVEN."

Adam simply nods and tries his best to relax into her embrace.

-

A month had passed since Harper's passing and Heaven has been very busy. While Sera and Emily would like nothing more than to continue comforting Adam, the matter with Moses and Egypt took precedence. It was decided that Moses would become a Prophet and thus Sera and the others had to decide on how to best guide him.

Aclima continued her duties as the General, training her fellow sisters, hyping up their bloodlust for the upcoming extermination. Everyone in the army now hellbent on avenging Harper by killing the sinners of hell.

As for Adam, while his wings has mostly healed, his heart took much longer to do so. He could still feel the weight of Harper's absence every single day. The bright spark in his eyes had dimmed, and the corners of his mouth rarely lifted into the easy smiles that used to come so naturally to him.

He hardly cooked and he chose to sleep alone more often much to everyone's dismay. And everyone could hardly stand to see him in this state. This was far worse than when he had found out that Eve basically discarded him. At least than, he had his daughters to comfort him, but now, they serve as a reminder to what was lost.

It didn't stop them from showering him with love though. All of his daughters from the exorcists army came one by one personally to try their best to lift his spirits, each bringing their own unique comfort and support.

Despite their best efforts, Adam often found himself retreating into solitude, unable to fully engage with the world around him. He appreciated the gestures, of course—the homemade meals, the thoughtful conversations, the gentle reminders of shared memories—but still, he felt Harper's absence.

But with time, he was improving, slowly but surely.

"Sir?" Lute calls out in somber tone. "Would you like to go somewhere?"

Adam seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a photograph of Harper. He didn't respond immediately, his mind drifting back to memories of happier times with her. Eventually, he sighed heavily and turned to Lute with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

He is worrying everyone.

He has to move on.

But its so hard to let go.

He needs to move on.

He doesn't have a choice.

He needs a drink.

"Sure Lute." Adam nods. "Let's ... go to Michael's."

As Adam slowly rose from his chair, Lute couldn't help but notice the heaviness in his movements, the burden of grief etched into every line of his face. Still, it was a huge improvement from his previous state of complete withdrawal.

Lute knows how much Adam misses Harper. She and everyone in the exorcist army have been crying out for blood, all ready and raring for the extermination day that is soon to come.

But unlike them, their father doesn't have the luxury of taking out his revenge on the filthy sinners in hell. So it was understood that they were to keep their anger in check and, instead, support their father in his time of need.

Before leaving, Adam hands Lute a case with several bottles inside before taking another case himself.

"Beer, Sir?" Lute ask.

"No Lute." Adam shakes his head. "A new kind of alcohol I made awhile back. Figured I could finally thank Mikey with it for saving ... us."

With the cases in hand, Adam and Lute made their way over to Michael's house.

As they approached Michael's house, Adam couldn't shake the sense of melancholy that clung to him like a heavy cloak. Memories flooded his mind, memories of laughter and joy, memories of Harper's infectious smile. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the company of his best friend.

Michael greeted them warmly at the door, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and understanding as he welcomed them inside.

Both Adam and Lute stepped in and placed the cases on the table before making themselves at home on Michael's couch.

"Adam." Michael said softly, his voice laced with concern. "How are you holding up?"

Adam managed a weak smile, the weight of grief still evident in his eyes. "Taking it one day at a time." he replied, his voice tinged with sadness.

Before the conversation could continue further, Lute halo brightens up, indicating a call for her.

"Hello? Vaggie? ... Have you checked the drawers? ... Is it about E-day? ... Alright, I'll be there." Lute hangs up.

"E-day?" Adam questions.

"Eden day, Sir." Lute swiftly replies. "When you and Emily leave for Eden, the exorcists show off their combat prowess to Lady Sera and Michael in a ... friendly competition."

Michael nods, supporting her story.

"Oh, that's the first time I heard of it." Adam remarks but decides to leave it alone. "Did something happen with Vaggie?"

"Just some misplaced paperwork I'm sure." Lute assures. "She is still getting used to her new position as Sergeant."

Adam couldn't stop himself from feeling upset. The title of Sergeant had been held by Harper for as long as he could remember, and it felt strange to hear it associated with anyone else. But life in Heaven had to go on, and so did he.

"I'm sorry Sir, but I need to go help Vaggie." Lute reaches for his hand but Adam pulls away.

"You ... go on ahead Lute." Adam says, trying to push the lingering sorrow from his voice.

"But Sir! I need to be by your side!" Lute protests, concerned for his fragile state of mind.

"It's fine Lute." Adam assures. "Look, I'll just going to hang out with Miguel."

"Are you sure Sir?" Lute ask, worried about his current mental state.

"Don't worry Lute, I'll watch him." Michael nods.

"Yeah Lute." Adam nods. "I'll see you at home, okay?"

Lute hesitates, for some odd reason, she has a bad feeling about this and it wasn't about Jophiel this time. But since Adam is with Michael, he should be safest here.

"Alright Sir, I'll see you at home." Lute says before leaving through the door.

With Lute gone, Adam slumps against the couch and lets out a sigh.

"I need a drink." Adam states.

"Ah, say no more." Michael says. His own heart aches to see his best friend brought so low.

Michael opens the cases but was surprised to find that it wasn't beer.

"This isn't beer." Michael remarks as he inspects the bottle. "Whis-key?"

"Yeah, it's a new kind of alcohol I made." Adam says. "Remember back when I made the fish and chips and I told you about the secret new alcohol I've been working on? Well, this is it."

"You sure kept me waiting." Michael says, turning the bottle in his hands and reading the label. "Whiskey, huh? Is it stronger than beer?"

"Yeah. MUCH STRONGER." Adam said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I figured it might help me drown my sorrows for a bit. And besides, I wanted to share it with someone."

Michael grabbed a couple of glasses and sat down next to Adam, pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid into each one. He handed a glass to Adam and raised his own. "To new beginnings, and to Harper's memory."

"To Harper." Adam echoed, clinking his glass against Michael's.

As Michael raised the glass to his lips, he took in the rich aroma that wafted from the amber liquid. It carried a complex bouquet, hints of oak mingling with a subtle sweetness that danced on his senses. With a steady hand, he brought the glass closer, allowing the anticipation to build.

The first sip washed over his palate like a warm embrace, enveloping his taste buds in a symphony of flavors. There was a robustness to the whiskey, a depth that spoke of meticulous craftsmanship and attention to detail. Notes of caramel and vanilla danced across his tongue, followed by a gentle warmth that spread from his chest to the tips of his fingers.

Each subsequent sip revealed new layers of complexity, the flavors evolving and intertwining in a delicate dance. It was a whiskey meant to be savored, each drop a testament to Adam's skill and dedication to his craft.

HE MUST HAVE MORE!

"You okay Miguel?" Adam ask as he watches Michael start downing bottle after bottle.

Michael's eyes were glazed over, the effects of the whiskey starting to take hold. He chuckled, a bitter edge to his laughter. "Of course Adam!"

Adam frowned, concern etched into his features. "Are you drunk already? Michael. Let's take it easy, okay?"

But Michael waved him off, pouring himself another glass. "Nonsense, Adam. This is just what I need."

Adam sighed, realizing that he couldn't force Michael to stop even if he wanted to. So he took another sip of his own whiskey, letting the warmth of the liquid wash over him.

As the night wore on, Adam and Michael found themselves lost in conversation, sharing memories of happier times. The whiskey flowed freely between them, numbing the pain and easing the weight of grief that Adam carried.

The more he drank, the more Michael found himself drawn to Adam in a way he hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just the alcohol loosening his inhibitions; there was something about the way Adam's eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room.

And then, for a moment, their eyes met, lingering for a heartbeat longer than usual. In that instant, Michael felt a flutter in his chest.

And it feels good!

HE LOVES IT!

Michael slaps himself before standing up and walking back a few feet.

"Michael!?" Adam calls out worriedly. This was the first time he had seen Michael's cheeks flush a deep red. Perhaps he is drunk. "Maybe ... maybe you had too much?"

Michael suddenly turns around and stares into his eyes.

His beautiful golden eyes.

He thinks back to how close they were to losing Adam to the the trio from hell. How he nearly lost his only source of great alcohol.

If Adam hadn't shot off his holy light, none of them would have discovered him. The consequences that would follow is just unimaginable. Especially now after tasting this whiskey.

HE REFUSES TO LOSE HIS BREWER AND BEST FRIEND!

But with Lucifer pulling a stunt like that in Egypt, it probably means he may try again in the future. He needs to get the trio to give up on Adam.

But how?

...

Of course! The solution is so simple! Why didn't he think of this before!?

Have sex with him!

The plan is basically foolproof!

YES!

CLAIM ADAM AND RUB IT IN LUCIFER'S FACE!

And to comfort Adam of course!

Yes!

Comfort his best friend in his hour of need!

Nothing more!

...

Or?

Why doesn't he just take Adam for himself? The girls are taking their own sweet time after all. Plus, if he secures Adam, he gets the his cooking and brewing all to himself!

Sera would be an obstacle but the reward is just too great!

"Geez Michael, your cheeks are as red as Lucifer's." Adam chuckles, trying to ease the tension.

LUCIFER!? WHY IS HE THINKING ABOUT THAT FAILURE!?

"DON'T SAY THAT NAME!" Michael suddenly shouts in anger, making Adam jump back.

Lucifer tried to take Adam away!

TRIED TO SEDUCE HIM WITH THAT "LUCY" FORM!

HE WON'T LET ANYONE HAVE HIS BREWER!

MALENIA WON'T LET HIM GO!

Michael snaps his fingers and immediately transforms himself into his woman counterpart, Malenia.

"Michael!?" Adam exclaims in surprise upon seeing his Malenia form.

Without warning, all reason fled from Malenia's mind as she closed the distance between them in a single, reckless step. And before Adam could react, before he could comprehend what was happening, Malenia's lips were on his, a desperate kiss born of newfound desire and overwhelming emotion.

Adam's eyes widened in shock as Malenia's lips pressed against his, his mind reeling with confusion and surprise. He instinctively tried to push her away, but her grip on him was firm, her kiss demanding and insistent.

What was happening? Why was Michael kissing him like this? WHY IS HE A WOMAN!?

As Malenia finally pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Adam stumbled back, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. But before he could utter a single word, Malenia's eyes locked onto his, a fierce determination burning in their depths.

"Michael!? What -" Adam was cut off when Malenia places her finger onto his lips.

"Not Michael." Malenia shakes her head. "Malenia. Call me Malenia."

"But-" Adam was cut off when Malenia presses her lips to his once more and forcing him down onto the couch.

She was determined to have him here and now!

SHE WON'T LET LUCY HAVE HIM!

"Malenia! You're drunk!" Adam says, trying to pull away. In response, Michael immediately tears off his top and Adam could only stare in awe.

Adam was now panicking. Worse, he was starting to feel aroused! He needs to get away!

Yet his body refused. So long he had denied himself from crossing the line with the women around him. And now, he was in a desperate need for comfort and Malenia was in front of him, literally begging to be taken. How the urges he had been suppressing all this time was threatening to spill forth.

Malenia notices his hesitation and knows what to do. After centuries of dealing with the hell trio, Malenia knew from Eve what made Adam ticked when she would brag about how Adam would cry her name out in passion. Trying to prove that Adam belonged in hell with her.

Leaning down, she whispers into his ear.

"Breed me Adam." Malenia whispers with a sultry tone.

And just like that, Adam defenses crumbled, the lust he had held back for centuries flooding back into his very being.

-

"AHHHHHHH!" Eve screams out in agony.

The trio were walking around Pentagram City when Eve suddenly fell to the floor and started writhing in pain. Her sudden action put Lucifer and Lilith on high alert for an attack but to their surprise, that does not seem to be the case. The quickly deduce that it involves Adam but this was the first time they see Eve act in such an extreme way.

"Eve, what's wrong!?" Lilith ask, concern evident.

Eve hands shoots out and grabs Lilith by her shoulders. Immediately, Eve starts shaking Lilith rapidly.

"ADAM IS HAVING SEX!" Eve yells out in frustration. "AND NOT WITH ME!"

Eve hurls a screaming Lilith into a nearby laundromat. Lilith crashes through the wall and gets herself lodged into one of the washing machines. Eve than sets her sights on Lucifer.

Lucifer, already tensed and alert, braces himself as Eve's wild eyes lock onto him. His usual composed demeanor falters for a moment as he sees the intensity of her rage.

"Eve, calm down!" Lucifer commands, his voice a mixture of authority and concern. "We'll figure this out, but you need to stop!"

Eve's expression twists with a mixture of anger and pain. "Calm down? CALM DOWN!? I'm losing my soulmate and you want me to calm down!?" Her voice is a raw, feral scream that echoes through the streets.

"ACLIMA!" Eve shouts in a fury. "DON'T TOUCH MY HUSBAND!"

Lucifer knows reasoning with Eve in her current state is pointless, but he needs to defuse the situation quickly so that they can devise a plan. He takes a cautious step forward, hands raised in a placating gesture.

"Eve! Let's talk! I'll let you have any of my ducks!" Lucifer pleads. "Though not from the perfect pile ... which I guess is all of them but we can work something - Woah!"

"ADAM!" Eve grabs Lucifer by his ankles and start swinging him around like a bat. Eve is now beyond reason, her rage blinding her to everything but her pain and betrayal. She swings Lucifer again, aiming for a lamppost. He crashes through it, the metal bending and twisting from the force.

Eve than slams Lucifer into the ground with a bone-jarring impact, the force creating a small crater beneath him. The ground trembles, and debris flies in every direction. Lucifer, despite his immense power, struggles to regain his footing as Eve lifts him once more, readying for another brutal swing.

Nearby sinners scatter in panic, some ducking into alleys while others flee into buildings, the chaos spreading like wildfire through Pentagram City. Every sinner in the city knew better than to try and stop Eve in one of her rampages.

Lilith soon frees herself from the laundry machine and goes after the two. She had only been trapped for a few minutes but the devastation was already extensive. With a fierce determination, she strides towards Eve and Lucifer, her eyes narrowing as she assesses the situation.

"Eve!" Lilith calls out, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Eve, still gripped by her uncontrollable rage, ignores Lilith's plea and continues to wield Lucifer like a weapon. Lilith can see the toll it's taking on Lucifer, she could tell he was getting dizzy and wanted to throw up. For a moment, she contemplated egging Eve on to keep using Lucifer as a bat but ultimately decides against it.

"We can think of a new plan to get Adam!" Lilith pleads. News of Adam having sex means that he is getting more entrenched with Heaven.

Eve screams in rage when she hears her words, reminding her of Lucifer's 'Foolproof Plans' that has all failed thus far. Eve than hurls Lucifer at Lilith who instead of catching her husband, simply stands aside and lets him crash into a nearby dumpster.

"Sorry honey!" Lilith yells back at her husband before turning back to Eve who was now charging at her.

Eve’s charge is a force of nature, her eyes blazing with unbridled fury. Lilith braces herself, preparing for impact, but she knows she can't match Eve's sheer strength. Instead, she relies on her agility and quick thinking. As Eve lunges, Lilith sidesteps at the last moment, causing Eve to crash into the same dumpster Lucifer now resides in.

"Eve! Relax -" Lilith yells but was amazed when Eve momentum didn't stop. Instead, she lifts the dumpster with her herculean strength and turns to face Lilith.

"What's going on?" Lucifer says as he pokes his head out the dumpster, amazed to find himself a few feet off the ground. Before long, he finds himself and the dumpster sailing across the air and towards his wife.

Lilith's eyes widen in horror as she sees the dumpster hurtling towards her. Instinct kicks in, and she dives out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath its weight. The dumpster crashes into the ground with a deafening clang, sending up a cloud of dust and debris.

As Lilith turns to face Eve once more, conjuring up her magic to restrain her, she was instead met with a fist to her face as Eve rushed her. The punch sends Lilith flying and towards Lucifer.

Lucifer, still inside the dumpster, tumbles out with a groan, rolling across the pavement before coming to a stop. He pushes himself up, shaking off the daze from the impact, and quickly assesses the situation.

...

And he quickly comes to the conclusion that his wife was about to crash into him.

Before Lucifer can fully react, Lilith crashes into him, sending the two tumbling back into the dumpster with a resounding thud. Lucifer grunts as the impact reverberates through his body, momentarily stunned by the unexpected collision.

Meanwhile, Eve stands amidst the chaos, her rage still palpable as she surveys the scene. She looks up at the heavenly orb in the sky that is keeping her husband hostage.

How she wishes to tear them apart and rescue him!

HOW DARE THOSE WHORES KEEP HIM AWAY FROM HIS ONE TRUE LOVE!

AND NOW THEY'RE FORCING THEMSELVES ON HIM!?

THE ABSOLUTE NERVE!

Her eyes lock onto Lucifer and Lilith in the dumpster, a fierce determination burning within her. Picking up the dumpster, she aims her sights at the heavenly orb in the sky. With a primal roar, Eve hurls the dumpster with all her might towards the orb, her muscles bulging with the effort. The dumpster hurtles through the air, propelled by Eve's rage and desperation, but alas it doesn't reach its target.

Soon, the dumpster and its occupants comes crashing down to the ground once more, this time with an even louder cacophony of metal on concrete. Lucifer and Lilith, tangled within the confines of the dumpster, groan as they struggle to disentangle themselves from the mess. Lilith's head throbs from the impact of Eve's punch, and she can feel blood trickling down her face from a split lip.

Knowing that it was futile to calm Eve down, Lucifer quickly conjures up a portal and escapes with Lilith back to their castle, leaving Pentagram City at Eve's mercy.

Eve's rampage continued unabated, her fury fueling each destructive act. With Lucifer and Lilith gone, there was no one left to try and calm her down. The chaos she unleashed upon Pentagram City escalated to unprecedented levels.

Buildings trembled as Eve tore through them with a ferocity matched only by the raging storm in her heart. Her screams echoed through the streets, a chilling symphony of anguish and rage that struck fear into the hearts of any unfortunate soul who dared to cross her path.

The city streets became a battlefield, littered with the wreckage of Eve's wrath. Sinners bodies lay everywhere, windows shattered, and flames licked at the sky as buildings burned in her wake. Panic gripped the sinners of Pentagram City as they fled from the unstoppable force of nature that was Eve.

"ADAM!"

-

"Wow, mom is really going all out today." Hannah remarks with a chuckle.

"I didn't know she could even send a dumpster flying that high." Cain says with an amused look.

The two of them sat down on their porch and watch the destruction unfold in the city as they shared a bucket of Ice-cream that Aclima had given them in the last extermination.

"I wish Aclima was here too," Hannah muses, her gaze fixed on the destruction. "She would have loved every minute of this."

Cain nods in agreement, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, she definitely would have."

They both share a tender kiss before returning their sights to the entertainment before them.

"Oh look! Mom just made that skyscraper collapse!" Cain says with an amused laugh.

-

Adam hadn't felt this drained in centuries.

Malenia was relentless. Never giving him a moment to rest. She took everything he threw at her.

And now as they laid in bed together, she continued to trace patterns on his skin with her fingertips, sending shivers down his spine. The room was still heavy with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and desire that seemed to linger in the air like a tangible presence. With a soft sigh, Malenia nuzzled closer to him, her warmth seeping into his bones. Adam tightened his embrace, wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as possible.

For those few hours, he hadn't thought about Harper. It was a brief respite from the constant ache in his heart, a temporary escape from the memories that haunted him day and night. But as they relaxed in their afterglow, reality began to seep back in like water through the cracks in a dam.

Adam gently disentangled himself from Malenia's embrace, careful not to wake her. He slipped out of bed and padded silently across the room to the window, drawing back the heavy curtains. The Sun was setting and evening was fast approaching. He needs to get home and make dinner.

Donning his cassock, Adam starts creating a portal but was stopped midway when he was suddenly hugged by Malenia from behind.

"Where do you think you're going?" Malenia ask, tightening her hold on him.

"Ummm ... home." Adam replies.

Malenia eye twitches at his reply.

HOME IS HERE!

She quickly shakes that thought away and reluctantly lets go. "Right, home."

Adam had wanted to leave without waking her up because he dreaded this moment. This moment of awkwardness. He just had sex with his best friend who up till a few hours ago was a man.

But Malenia felt otherwise.

She felt the need to possess!

To claim Adam as hers!

TO LOVE ADAM!

She finally understood why Eve was relentless in wanting her ex-husband back even after centuries apart.

The way he touched her, the way he looked at her, it stirred something primal within her, a desire that transcended boundaries and defied logic. She couldn't let him slip away so easily, not after experiencing such intimacy with him.

As Adam turned to face her, he caught the intensity in Malenia's gaze, the raw emotion swirling in her eyes. It sent a jolt through him, awakening a myriad of conflicting feelings within his own heart.

"Malenia ..." he started, his voice soft, hesitant.

But before he could say anything more, Malenia silenced him with a fierce kiss, her lips claiming his with a hunger that left him breathless.

ALCOHOL!

FOOD!

ADAM!

IT WAS ALL SHE NEEDED!

But Malenia quickly regains control of herself and pulls away. Immediately, she snaps her fingers and transforms back into Michael.

Coughing away the awkwardness of earlier, Michael composes himself.

"I ... had a great time Adam." Michael says, a little awkwardly.

"Yeah ... me too Mikey." Adam says with a nod. "But I got to go!"

Adam quickly creates the portal and leaves before the situation could get more awkward.

As Michael watched Adam leave, the feeling of wanting to possess never left. It was like his counterpart was screaming to be let out. To go after Adam and drag him back.

AND HE WANTS TO LET HER OUT!

TO HAVE ADAM EVERYDAY!

COME BACK ADAM!

-

"How was your day Dad?" Aclima ask once Adam got home.

"It was ... great." Adam says. "Michael and I had a lot of fun."

"That's great Dad!" Aclima says, happy that her father was starting to perk up. She steps forward and gives him a hug.

But something wasn't right. She could smell the lingering scent of someone else on him. Aclima's nose wrinkled as she pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing in concern.

"Are you okay, Dad?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

Adam forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil brewing within him. "Yeah, sweetie. Just a long day."

Aclima studied his face, sensing there was more he wasn't saying. But she decided to let it go for now. "Alright. Dinner will be ready soon. Just take a seat and relax."

And soon enough, the table was filled with food that Sera conjured into existence with her power. As they were about to start eating, a knock came from the door and Sera went to answer.

"Michael?"

"No Sera." Malenia corrects. "Malenia."

"Why are you in your female form?" Sera ask, giving her a puzzled look.

"Oh no reason. Just felt like it is all." Malenia says. "Was in the neighborhood and thought I could join you all for dinner."

"Sure, come on in." Sera steps aside and lets Malenia in.

As Malenia entered, Aclima's suspicions heightened. She exchanged a quick glance with Sera, who seemed equally perplexed by Malenia's unexpected visit.

Malenia's gaze lingered on Adam for a moment too long before she turned her attention to the rest of the family. "Lovely to see you all," she said, her voice smooth but carrying a hint of something Aclima couldn't quite place.

Aclima couldn't shake off the feeling that there was an underlying tension in the air, one that threatened to unravel at any moment. She kept a watchful eye on her father, noticing the way he fidgeted with his utensils as they began to eat.

Aclima's suspicions deepened. There was something about the way Malenia looked at her father, something calculating and predatory. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Malenia's visit was anything but innocent.

"Mom, could you pass me the salt?" Adam asks out loud.

Sera reaches for the salt shaker but was caught off guard when her hand made contact with Malenia.

Immediately, everyone at the table looked at Malenia with bewilderment and all she did was smile.

And Aclima knew what had happened between them.

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise:

EXTERMINATION! REVENGE FOR HARPER!

But probably next week. I plan on binge watching Helluva boss over the weekend. I've never seen it.

Chapter 53: Screams in the Night

Summary:

Aclima makes her move.

The trio are very unhappy.

Notes:

Nice to see most of you like Michael/Malenia in the last chapter!

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Out of the question Malenia." Sera declares. "Adam stays with me."

"Come on Sera." Malenia pleads. "You had him for several centuries already. Let me give him a change of scenery."

"Adam stays with me and that's final." Sera declares.

"I'm offering to take him off your hands!" Malenia says. "Give you time for yourself again."

Sera slams her fist down on the table before glaring at Malenia.

"ADAM. STAYS. WITH. ME!" Sera replies coldly. The very thought of going back to her life without Adam was unthinkable. Emily may have eased her loneliness but Adam made their family feel whole.

"Fine!" Malenia pouts and leaves Sera office. Once she does, she snaps her fingers and turns herself back into Michael.

Michael could hardly believe himself once he had sobered up. After experiencing intimacy with Adam for just those few hours, its like Malenia has become her own person. Yes, it was an enjoyable time but Malenia seems to have gained a mind of her own and he keeps getting the urge to transform into her.

AND CLAIM ADAM!

Michael shakes the thought away. Fortunately, he is still the master of his own body. The unfortunate thing is that after tasting whiskey, beer just seems to pale in comparison. Adam's whiskey, with its complex flavors and rich aroma, offers a sensory experience that Adam's beer often struggles to match. The intricate notes of caramel, vanilla, oak, and spice found in a good whiskey can make the relatively straightforward taste of beer feel simplistic and less satisfying.

But drinking whiskey gave Malenia more power as he loses his inhibition and he finds it increasingly difficult to keep her at bay. Michael has to be careful—too much whiskey, and Malenia could take over and possibly do something ... unfavorable to Adam.

BUT HE NEEDS WHISKEY!

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Malenia voice cuts in.

NO!

LOVE ADAM!

HIS SEED IS BETTER!

"Shut up Malenia." Michael whispers to himself. He slaps and steadies himself, returning his focus back on to his duties.

-

This week has been odd for Jophiel. Before as she observed Adam, she noticed something strange about Michael. The usually stoic Seraphim was feeling ... lust? But at the same time, not?

It was incredibly confusing to her. His emotions seem to be in a turmoil and it was especially evident when Adam was around. She watched Michael closely, noting the flickers of desire and confusion that marred his typical expression. It was as if he was in conflict with himself.

Perhaps the most concerning part was that Michael seemed to be forcing himself to drink beer. His usual look of relaxed serenity was replaced with a strained effort to appear normal. The golden liquid seemed to be a bitter remedy for an ailment he couldn't quite identify.

Jophiel couldn't shake the feeling that something more profound was at play. She approached Michael during one of these moments, her curiosity piqued. "Michael." she said softly, "Is everything all right? You don't seem like yourself."

To her surprise, Michael jumps in place, caught off guard by her presence. It seemed like he was deep in thought when she approached him.

"Apologies Jophiel. All is well." Michael assures her. "Just had a lot on my mind."

Jophiel studied Michael's face, noting the tightness around his eyes and the tension in his jaw. "Are you sure? It's just that... you seem different lately. Distracted."

Michael forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you for your concern, Jophiel. Truly, I'm fine. Just adjusting to some ... recent changes. Adam's new whiskey has been on my mind lately."

Oh? So it was simply because he had a new alcohol to love. Looks like she was worried over nothing.

"I see. I'm glad." Jophiel nods in satisfaction before turning to leave. "Anyway, I must be off. My stalking observation of Adam must continue."

As she walks away, she suddenly felt something she hadn't felt since that day she proposed to Adam.

BLOODLUST.

Quickly, she turns around but only finds Michael in place, the bloodlust no longer present. Though for some reason, Michael's left cheek is slightly red, as if he had been slapped.

She must have been mistaken.

-

As Adam and Aclima trekked through the dense foliage of the forests, the air hummed with the chorus of unseen creatures. Aclima's curious eyes darted from tree to tree, eager to unveil the mysteries that lay hidden within the lush greenery.

"Dad, look!" Aclima exclaimed, pointing towards a clearing ahead.

Adam followed her gaze and beheld a peculiar sight. A creature unlike any they had encountered before bounded gracefully across the meadow, its powerful hind legs propelling it forward in great leaps. Its long, furry tail acted as a counterbalance, enabling it to maintain its balance with astonishing agility.

"Look at those muscles!" Adam exclaimed, his eyes widening with wonder.

Aclima approached the creature cautiously, her senses attuned to every movement. The creature paused, its large, expressive eyes meeting hers in a moment of silent understanding.

"It's unlike anything we've seen before." Aclima remarked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Adam scratched his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Indeed! It's like a mix between a giant grasshopper and a squirrel."

Aclima stifled a laugh, nodding in agreement. "Perhaps we should name it something equally unconventional."

Adam chuckled. "How about 'Hoppysquirrel'?"

Aclima shook her head, a grin spreading across her face. "Those names might confuse future generations more than enlighten them."

"True." Adam conceded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Then let's get creative. How about 'Kangaroo'?"

Aclima's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Kangaroo it is!"

"Kangaroo." Adam repeated, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Just as they were about to celebrate their naming triumph, the Kangaroo suddenly lunged towards Aclima, its eyes blazing with fury. It seized her in a vice-like headlock, its powerful arms threatening to crush her.

"Dad!" Aclima cries out.

"Aclima!" Adam roared, his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline.

Reacting swiftly, Adam leaped forward, his body colliding with the Kangaroo in a fierce tackle. With a thunderous crash, they tumbled to the ground, the force of Adam's attack forcing the Kangaroo to release its grip on Aclima.

Gasping for breath, Aclima scrambled away to safety as Adam grappled with the Kangaroo in a desperate bid to protect his daughter. Their struggle was intense, each combatant fighting tooth and nail for dominance in the chaos of their forest battleground.

With every ounce of strength he possessed, Adam delivered a barrage of blows to the Kangaroo, each strike fueled by his unwavering determination to keep Aclima safe. The Kangaroo fought back ferociously, its powerful limbs thrashing wildly as it sought to overpower its adversary.

Finally, with one last mighty blow, Adam delivered the decisive strike, sending the Kangaroo crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. Gasping for breath, he collapsed beside Aclima, his body trembling with exhaustion and relief.

With tears of gratitude and worry streaming down her cheeks, Aclima wrapped her arms around her Dad, her heart overflowing with love and admiration for her courageous father. For the rest of the day and the following few days, she did all she can to nurse him back to health.

-

Aclima was startled out of her memories when Lute pokes her. "Ma'am, are you okay? You seemed to be in a daze."

Aclima quickly rubs her eyes, taking a deep breath to ground herself in the present moment. "I'm fine, Lute, just lost in thought for a moment there."

Its been a week since she had discovered that her father and Malenia had sex and while Michael has since not taken on that form again, worry still grips her heart. She needs to act now or risk forever losing her father's love. She has been too complacent in think that her only rivals were Lute, Emily and Jophiel. Two of them who were probably unaware of the concept of sex and one who was a creepy stalker.

She had assumed that she would be the winner. The first.

But she was wrong.

With Harper's death, she can no longer sit idly by and assume that the time they have together would last forever.

"Lute, you're in charge of training our sisters today." Aclima orders.

"What about Sir?" Lute ask. While she didn't mind doing so, Adam safety is her top priority.

"I'll look after Dad today." Aclima replies with a reassuring smile. "Besides, I want to spend some time with him too."

Lute nods, trusting Aclima's judgment. "Understood Ma'am."

Lute soon departs for the training grounds, leaving only Adam and Aclima at home. Now it was time for her to act. Malenia may have won by taking his first, but like hell she'll let Malenia win his heart too!

And with the next extermination coming up, she needs to seal the deal and shut her mother down completely. Maybe with this, her mom will finally kill herself and leave her and Dad alone.

"Dad." Aclima calls out as she opens the door to his room. "We need to talk."

"Sure, honey. What about?" Adam ask as she slowly sits up in bed.

"Its about Malenia." Aclima says as she closes the door and locks it.

Adam gulps nervously, already not liking where this conversation is going. "Ah ... You mean Michael?"

"No Dad." Aclima says sternly. "I mean Malenia."

Taking a deep breath, Aclima composes herself.

"You had sex with her didn't you?" Aclima says with a straight face.

Adam winces at her question. Just like her mother, Aclima was blunt and straight to the point. There is no point dancing around it so he may as well just be upfront.

"Yes, I did." Adam admits.

Aclima immediately steps forward and sits on his bed. Her eyes holding his an intensity that made Adam's heart race. He could feel the weight of her gaze, as if she was searching his soul for something he wasn't even aware of.

"Do you love her!?" Aclima ask, slightly agitated.

Aclima was willing to put up with a lot to ensure her father's happiness and to shield him from those who would do him harm. But if she lost his love, her entire world would crumble. She couldn't bear the thought of her father's affection slipping away, especially if it was because of another woman. She feared losing the one constant source of warmth and comfort in her life. His hesitation felt like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing louder in her ears.

She can't accept going back to a living her life without her father. She remembers those agonizing years without him on Earth. How only through her determination to carry on his adventuring spirit pushed her to live. To keep going. To make him proud.

Adam was caught off guard by the question and quite frankly, he doesn't have the answer. "I ... don't know."

Michael was his best friend and the amounts of times he has covered for him were too numerous to count. He had been a great drinking companion and was always pretty much there when he needed help.

He does love him as a friend, but as a romantic partner?

"Do you love me?" Aclima asks with tears welling up in her eyes. "Do you love me more than her!?"

"Honey, how can you even ask that!?" Adam exclaims in disbelief. "Of course I love you Aclima! I love you the more than ANYONE in Heaven!"

Adam recalls how during the years he was in Heaven and Aclima was still alive on Earth, he would always silently pray for her safety and well-being. How he wished he had learned how to make portals so that he could join her on Earth and continue their adventures.

"You do?" Aclima ask,

"Honey, if you had somehow ended up in hell, I would be trying my best everyday to break out of Heaven to come find you." Adam says, his voice breaking with emotion. "You are my daughter, my everything. Nothing will ever change that!"

Aclima's heart feels a little lighter at his words, but the uncertainty still lingers. She searches his eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all she finds is sincerity and love.

"I'm sorry, Dad." she whispers, tears now freely streaming down her cheeks. "I just ... I don't want to lose you."

TOGETHER!

FOREVER!

Adam reaches out and pulls her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if trying to shield her from all the pain in the world. Losing Harper was already tragic enough. If he had lost Aclima ... he couldn't bear to even entertain the thought. His grip tightens around her, a silent promise of his unwavering presence and protection.

"You won't lose me, sweetheart." he murmurs, his voice soft and comforting. "I promise. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

"Dad ..." Not wanting to lose the momentum, Aclima leans forward and captures his lips to Adam's surprise.

Aclima's lips meet Adam's with a gentle urgency. In that moment, time seems to stand still as their connection deepens. There's a tender electricity in the air, every brush of their lips sending shivers down their spines.

Adam's eyes widen in surprise, his breath catching as Aclima's lips press against his. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still. The shock of the unexpected kiss paralyzes him, but then he feels the depth of her overwhelming love through the tender contact.

He gently returns the kiss, his lips softening against hers, conveying his own deep love and reassurance. The kiss speaks volumes, expressing unspoken emotions and desires. Leaving them both longing for more yet savoring the present moment.

Pulling back slightly, he rests his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as he gazes into her tear-filled eyes.

"Aclima." he whispers, his voice full of tenderness. Aclima's fingers tremble as they trace the outline of his jaw, her eyes searching his for understanding and acceptance. She swallows hard, emotions flooding her senses, making it difficult to speak.

"I was so afraid," she murmurs, her voice breaking. "Afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way, that you might push me away."

Adam's heart aches at her vulnerability. He brushes a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Never." he whispers back, his voice steady and warm.

With his assurance, Aclima finally releases all her pent up lust. She goes back to claiming his lips hungrily. Their kiss intensifies, fueled by the raw passion and longing they've both suppressed for so long. Aclima's hands find their way into Adam's hair, pulling him closer as she loses herself in the sensation of his lips on hers. Adam's arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, their bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one.

Every touch, every caress ignites a fire within them, a blaze of desire that consumes their doubts and fears. In this moment, there is only the two of them, lost in the depths of their love for each other.

Adam would soon discover that sex with Malenia had been easy.

Aclima's lust on the other hand has been building up and repressed for centuries.

And now he was going to experience the full force of it.

-

"AHHHHHH!"

Eve is feeling incredibly frustrated now. Adam is once again having sex and Hannah isn't screaming loud enough!

"Louder!" Eve shouts as she stabs a dagger into Hannah's thigh.

"Daddy!" Hannah shouts in pain as she struggles in the chair she is restrained to. "Help!"

Lilith quickly uses her magic and heats up the knife that Eve is using. Eve than presses the knife to Hannah stab wound, cauterizing it. They learned that by doing this, they can keep Hannah around longer and continue having her scream.

"You're a bitch mom!" Hannah yells, earning a slap from Eve.

"Don't say that!" Eve scolds. "I don't want your father hearing that!"

"When will you get it in your head that Dad CAN'T hear us!" Hannah shouts, her frustration palpable. "HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU!"

Eve stabs her shoulder out of anger.

Blood spills from the fresh wound as Hannah lets out a guttural scream, her body convulsing in pain. Eve steps back, her chest heaving, a mix of rage and desperation in her eyes. Lilith watches with a cold detachment, her lips curling into a smirk.

"You're wrong." Eve hisses, clutching the bloodied dagger tightly. "HE LOVES ME!"

The door to the roof suddenly opens and Lucifer struts in with an excited expression while holding a new rubber duck.

"Lilith! Eve!" Lucifer happily calls out. "I modeled this new duck after Hannah! Ain't she the cutest!?"

Lilith rolls her eyes at him, she does not want to hear about ducks right now. "Honey, we're a little busy right now."

Eve's grip tightens on the dagger, her knuckles white, as she glances at Lucifer. "What do you want, Lucifer!?" she snaps, her voice edged with irritation and barely masked panic.

Lucifer, unfazed, tilts his head and surveys the scene with a curious expression. "Ah, I see you're working hard." he comments, nodding approvingly. He walks closer, holding out the rubber duck. "But look at this little creation! Isn't it adorable?"

Hannah's breathing is ragged, and she glares at Lucifer through the pain. "You're all insane!" she spits, her voice trembling.

Lilith quickly steps up to Hannah and delivers a right hook to her face. A punch strong enough to knock two of Hannah's teeth out. Eve than quickly nudges Lilith aside and cups Hannah's chin, lifting her face up to meet her eyes.

"Now Hannah." Eve coos at her in a motherly tone. "I did not teach you to be this disrespectful."

Hannah's defiance flares despite the pain, her eyes burning with a mix of hatred and determination. She spits out the blood, staining her chin red. "DAD taught me to survive, and that's exactly what I'm doing."

Lucifer laughs, an eerie sound that echoes off the concrete walls. "Such spirit! Just like her father, eh, Eve?" He bends down, bringing the rubber duck close to Hannah's face. "Say hello to little Hannah Duck. She's got your eyes."

Hannah's eyes dart to the duck, a grotesque parody of her suffering. "You're sick." she whispers, her voice almost lost in the harsh wind whipping across the rooftop.

Eve picks up and water bottle and jams it into Hannah's mouth, flooding it with water. "Stay hydrated Hannah. We need your voice to call for your father!"

"Your very naughty father who is right now cheating on me!" Eve yells in frustration.

Hannah knows that the only way to end her suffering is to taunt her mother into killing her. At least than, her suffering ends and she can respawn the next day.

"I bet Aclima is having the time of her life." Hannah spits out, hoping for the end to come.

Almost immediately, Eve plunges the knife into Hannah's neck, cutting off her air supply and sending a gush of blood pouring from the wound. Hannah's eyes widen in shock, her body convulsing as she gasps for breath. Eve's eyes are wild, her face a mask of twisted rage and despair.

Please, let this be the end.

"Don't say that whore's name!" Eve screams, her voice echoing off the rooftop. She twists the knife, causing Hannah to choke and sputter, her life slipping away with every passing second.

Lucifer watches, a look of mild amusement on his face. "Now, now, Eve." he says casually, "Let's not be too hasty. We need her alive, remember?"

Lilith steps forward, her hands glowing with a sinister light. "I can fix this." she says, her voice calm and measured. She places her hands over Hannah's neck, and the wound begins to close, the bleeding stopping as the magic takes effect. "But Eve, you must control yourself. We need her screams to reach Adam."

Hannah curses internally. How she wishes the trio would just kill themselves.

As the night wears on, the rooftop is filled with the sounds of Hannah's tormented cries, each scream a desperate call for help. Eve and Lilith continue their cruel work, their eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

Lucifer, still holding the rubber duck, watches with a contented smile.

"Ah, the lengths we go to for love." Lucifer muses, squeezing the duck and letting it squeak.

Notes:

I know I said extermination this chapter but ...

Nah.

Next chapter is extermination.

Promise.

Chapter 54: Burning Vengeance

Summary:

REVENGE!

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Chapter Text

1709 B.C

Eden.

Adam loves Eden.

Every year he was allowed to go back for three days with Emily.

And every year, he was excited to do so.

But not this year.

He would give up his yearly visits to Eden if it meant that he could have Harper back.

Sera and all his daughters had gathered to see him and Emily off to Eden. With the portal opened, they need only step through into the paradise that awaited him and Emily but his footsteps faltered the entrance. The familiar scents of blooming flowers and fresh earth that once brought him solace now seemed to mock his grief. Adam felt a lump forming in his throat as memories of Harper flooded his mind.

Adam stood at the threshold, his heart heavy with sorrow. Emily noticed his hesitation and gently placed her hand on his arm.

"Adam." she said softly, "I know you miss her. We both do. But she would want you to find some peace, even if it's just for a few days."

Adam nodded, though his eyes remained fixed on the ground. He knew Emily was right, but the guilt was overwhelming. Harper had given everything to protect him, and here he was, contemplating a visit to a place filled with joy and tranquility while she lay in a cold grave.

Sera, sensing his hesitation, steps forward and cups his cheeks. Turning his face up, she sees the toll that grief has taken on him. Adam's once vibrant eyes now appear dull and hollow, their light dimmed by the weight of his loss. Dark circles mar the skin beneath his eyes, the result of countless sleepless nights.

"Mom." Adam whispered, his voice choked with emotion as he met his mother's gaze.

Sera's heart ached at the sight of her son's pain. She knew the depth of his love for Harper, just as she knew the anguish that consumed him now.

"Adam." Sera said, her voice gentle yet firm, "Harper would not want you to suffer like this. She would want you to find joy again."

Adam nodded, his throat tight with unshed tears. He knew his mother was right, but the ache in his chest felt all too real.

"I'll try." he whispered, his voice barely audible. Stepping away, he turns to face his daughters.

"We love you Dad!" All of his daughters shout, many waving at him. Aclima, Lute and Vaggie were holding up a banner that read, 'We love you, Dad!'

Tears welled up in Adam's eyes as he looked at his daughters. With a deep breath, Adam summoned all the strength he could muster. He squared his shoulders and forced a small, albeit weary, smile.

"I love you all too!" he replied, his voice stronger than before but still tinged with sadness.

Emily squeezed his hand reassuringly, offering him a gentle smile and her silent support.

SHE IS GOING TO GIVE HIM SO MUCH JOY!

Together, they took the first steps into the portal, leaving behind the familiar world and venturing into the splendor of Eden.

Adam has to try.

For Harper.

-

With Adam and Emily safe and secured in Eden, Michael could finally drink whiskey to his hearts content. And it was time for his second favorite part of the exterminations to take place. This time, he expects the destruction of hell to be several times more devastating than any previous times. For he had a special video prepared just for the trio in hell.

Logging into the embassy systems, he starts uploading the file and turns on the monitors that watch over hell. Whiskey in hand, Michael settled into his chair, the amber liquid swirling in his glass as he watched the progress bar inch forward on the screen. The anticipation of the impending chaos in Hell sent a thrill through him.

-

From their castle balcony, the trio from hell leans onto it's railing and look out towards the embassy. Usually, a video will play of Adam enjoying himself or being surrounded with women. That usually sets the three of them off but this time, they were confident that there was no way that they have any new video to show them.

"With Harper dead, Adam will most likely be sulking, maybe depressed even." Lucifer remarks with a smug smile. "My Egypt plan might be foolproof after all."

Lucifer had surmised that Adam would be sad and will sooner or later, kill himself. After all, him watching his daughter die must be the most heart-wrenching thing for him. It was Adam's fault that Harper had to die. If only he had ate the apple like they told him to.

"If Lilith had grabbed Aclima instead of Harper, I'm sure Adam will be here much sooner." Eve muses. "Killing Aclima would have definitely made me happy and be a more devastating blow to Adam."

"Next time sweetie, next time." Lilith gives off a small giggle as she hugs Eve.

"It doesn't matter. Just as long as Adam kills himself and ends up here with us." Eve says as she gazes out at the horizon, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and longing. "Soon Adam, soon we will be reunited once more."

The trio waited with bated breath. Lucifer's confidence exuded from him like an aura, his smirk growing wider with each passing moment. Eve's determination radiated off her as she focused on the horizon, her mind set on the reunion she believed to be inevitable. Lilith's giggle hinted at a darker anticipation, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she embraced Eve.

But to their surprise, a video did play.

"Come on Adam! Just one more round!" Malenia begs as she planted kisses all over Adam's chest.

"But you already drained me dry." Adam pleads, feeling exhausted. He tries to turn away, to escape, but Malenia quickly pins him down.

"You're not going anywhere Adam." Malenia coos as she licks her lips. She immediately captures his lips with a fierce hunger, her hands roaming over his body possessively. Adam struggles weakly against her grasp.

The camera captures every moment, every gasp, every embrace. The moans of the First Man travelling all throughout hell.

Lucifer's smug demeanor shatters, replaced by disbelief and fury. Eve's determination wavers, her eyes widening in shock as she watches the unexpected scene unfold. Lilith's giggle turns into a gasp of surprise, her mischief momentarily forgotten in the face of the unforeseen turn of events.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" The trio shout in unison.

As the video continues to play, Adam's struggles become more futile, his resolve crumbling under Malenia's relentless advances. The trio from hell watches in stunned silence, unable to comprehend the implications of what they're witnessing.

"MICHAEL!" Lucifer growls, his voice dripping with venomous rage.

HOW DARE THAT BASTARD STEAL HIS BEST FRIEND LIKE THAT!

ADAM IS HIS BEST FRIEND!

NOT MICHAEL!

NOT FUCKING MALENIA!

Eve's fists clench at her sides, her gaze shifting from the horizon to the screen before her, her mind racing with murderous thoughts and emotions.

HOW DARE MICHAEL SULLY THE BONDS OF MARRIAGE BETWEEN HUSBAND AND WIFE!

ADAM WAS HERS!

NOT MICHAEL!

NOT FUCKING MALENIA!

Lilith's eyes narrow, a flicker of envy crossing her features before she quickly masks it with a defiant glare.

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER!

SHE SHOULD BE THE ONE LOVING ADAM SO TENDERLY LIKE THAT!

NOT MICHAEL!

NOT FUCKING MALENIA!

Summoning a portal behind them, the trio from hell heads through and find themselves in front of Heaven's embassy. They know its futile to try and destroy the building as it was protected by angelic magic that even Lucifer couldn't get through.

But that won't stop them from trying. They were determined to stop the video that is being broadcasted and giving them so much anguish.

With a pair of horns now jutting out of his forehead, Lucifer starts throwing balls of searing flames towards the embassy, his rage fueling the intensity of his attacks. Lilith's hands crackle with dark energy as she summons forth tendrils of shadow to lash out at the building, each strike resonating with her seething anger.

Eve started throwing whatever she could get her hands on. Ranging from sinners screaming for their lives to small buildings that she is able to pull out of their foundations with her brute strength.

Despite their best efforts, the building holds firm, absorbing their attacks like it was of no consequence. The trio's frustration mounts with each failed attempt. Lucifer's flames lick at the protective shield, only to dissipate. Lilith's tendrils of shadow writhe and contort as they crash against the embassy, but it remains unyielding. Eve's throws grow more violent, yet even her immense strength cannot breach the heavenly building.

The embassy was now covered in debris, blood and bodies. All of it cooked and charred by Lucifer's flames. Yet, the embassy itself stands untouched, its pristine facade a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding it. Despite the trio's relentless assault, the heavenly magic protecting the building remains steadfast, absorbing their every attack with ease.

Lucifer's eyes blaze with fury, his horns growing larger as he glares at the embassy. Lilith's expression twists into a snarl of frustration, her nails digging into her palms as she clenches her fists. Eve's fists tremble with restrained anger, her gaze fixed on the embassy.

Their frustration was still palpable and the only course of action left for the trio was to take their anger out on the city itself. Each of them taking off in separate directions so as to not get caught in each others crossfire.

Eve starts destroying buildings with her monstrous strength. Destroying key supports and causing skyscrapers to collapse, trapping thousands of sinners in its wake. The ground trembles beneath her feet as she rips through the steel and concrete, her eyes gleaming with a dark determination. Each punch sends shockwaves through the structures, shattering glass and bending metal like paper. The cacophony of destruction echoes through the city as terrified screams fill the air, mingling with the deafening roars of collapsing buildings.

Chunks of debris rain down from the crumbling towers, smashing into the streets below and crushing vehicles like toys. Plumes of dust and smoke rise into the sky, blotting out the sun and casting the city into an eerie twilight. The chaos spreads like wildfire, with panicked sinners scrambling to escape the relentless onslaught.

Lilith’s tendrils emerge from the ground and through buildings, dragging any unfortunate sinners that get caught in its grasp and sending them to a fate worse than the torment they already endured. The tendrils, dark as obsidian and pulsating with an eerie crimson glow, weave through the city like serpents, seeking out their prey with unerring precision.

Screams echo through the empty streets as the sinners, caught in the tendrils’ grip, are lifted from the ground. The tendrils coil around them, constricting and tightening, as they are pulled down into the earth or through shattered windows into the depths of forsaken structures. Their cries for mercy are met with silence, save for the faint, malicious whispers that emanate from the tendrils themselves.

Lucifer's flames ignite the cityscape, turning entire blocks into infernos and spreading chaos in their wake. The once-bustling city, filled with the sounds of life and deprived activity, is now a cacophony of screams and the roar of unstoppable fires. Buildings that stood tall and proud crumble into ash and debris, streets are rivers of molten asphalt, swallowing sinners and anything else in their path.

Sinners run in every direction, their faces contorted with fear and desperation. The air is thick with smoke, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Sirens blare, but their cries for help are swallowed by the inferno. Windows explode outward as the heat inside becomes too much to contain, sending shards of glass raining down like deadly confetti. The smell of burning wood, plastic, and flesh fills the air, a nauseating reminder of the destruction's toll.

Hell was now a vision of utter devastation, a reflection of the trio's shattered hopes and inflamed rage. The screams of the sinners being the only thing that gives the trio a modicum of satisfaction.

Lucifer stood amid the chaos, his eyes blazing with unholy fire. He roared his frustration into the infernal sky, the sound echoing through the burning city. His mind swirled with dark thoughts, each one more violent than the last. Michael, his brother who always seemed to thwart his plans, was at the center of his rage. The image of Michael, smug and self-assured, made his blood boil.

Lilith, her dark tendrils still writhing and destroying, felt a similar fury. Her thoughts fixated on Malenia, that usurper who dared to take what was rightfully hers. Memories of Adam and her time in the Garden of Eden, before everything went awry, flooded her mind. The sweet memories they had shared was now a twisted echo of what could have been. Her anger drove her tendrils deeper into the city, tearing apart everything in their path.

Eve's rage was a more personal torment. Every swing of her mighty fists was driven by the image of Adam, the man she had been created for, being taken away from her by another. The sight of him, weak and submissive, made her blood rage. A burning desire to reclaim what she believed was hers by right. Each building she toppled, each scream she elicited, was a cry for her lost love.

And through out their rampage, they all screamed only one word.

"ADAM!"

-

"Damn ... Dad's kind of hot." Hannah remarks as she watches the video being played from the embassy.

"No argument here." Cain says as he too watches the video. "Still, I'm more curious to who Dad is banging."

Just like all the sinners in hell, Hannah and Cain were amazed that the video that Heaven had decided to play was a video of their Dad having sex with someone. Just like every year before, the trio from hell went on a rampage but this time, it was far more destructive.

Suddenly a whole row of buildings in the city erupted in flames with Lucifer flying overhead and shooting more flames out.

"Hard to believe that that is the same person that made a rubber duck version of me." Hannah muses as she leans into Cain. Happy to see the trio from hell suffering in their mental anguish.

"They're really going all out this time." Cain says as he held Hannah closely. Hearing how the three tortured his wife filled him with a sense of dread.

...

"Let's do it." Hannah says with a mischievous glint.

"Wait what!?" Cain says, surprised by his wife's sudden advances. "Aclima could be here any moment!"

Hannah suddenly pushes Cain down and stares greedily into his eyes. Watching her Dad go at it and hearing those three suffer had really got her in the mood.

"Fuck it!" Cain says, pulling Hannah down and capturing her lips.

While the two start making out, Hannah can't help but imagine her father in Cain's position.

-

"Extermination day is here sisters!" Vaggie shouts as she riles up her sisters.

Raising their swords and spears in hand, the exorcists start cheering, their desire for revenge at an all time high. They have waited months for this day, months filled with anger, grief, and a burning thirst for justice. The memories of Harper, the pain of loss, and the injustice inflicted upon them fueled their determination.

"They dared to hurt us! To hurt our father!" Lute shouts. "Those assholes broke his wings and KILLED Harper!"

"Boo!"

"We hate them!"

"Fuck them up!"

"How dare they touch Dad!"

Many in the army shouted in response.

"And worst of all! They tried to get our father to eat the forbidden fruit!" Aclima shouts. "THEY TRIED TO CONDEMN HIM TO HELL!"

Screams echoed across the camp as the flames of vengeance licked at their hearts. Each warrior was a beacon of fury, their eyes alight with the fire of righteous anger. They had trained relentlessly, honing their skills for this moment, this reckoning.

HOW DARE THEY TRY TO TAKE THEIR FATHER AWAY FROM THEM!

Vaggie stepped forward, her voice cutting through the din of the crowd. "Today, we rise as one! Today, we claim what is rightfully ours! Today, we bring justice to those who have wronged us!"

Aclima turns her head to Sera and nods. Sera nods in response and with a few hand movements, creates a portal to hell.

"FOR HARPER!" Lute yells as she flies through the portal first, followed by the rest of the exorcists who chanted the same. Soon, almost all 4000 of them were through the portal, leaving Aclima, Vaggie and a squad of 12 behind.

"Is your squad ready Sergeant?" Aclima ask.

"Yes ma'am! They're ready and raring to go!" Vaggie responds eagerly.

"Good!" Aclima nods. "It's time we strike back!"

Aclima flies through the portal followed by Vaggie and her squad of 12. Once through, they see that Lute and their sisters were already wrecking havoc on the sinners in hell. But the sinners weren't their target.

It was the trio that reside in the castle far away from Pentagram City.

Vaggie and her squad began the plan and quickly flew low to the ground, making it seem like they were heading for Pentagram City. Aclima herself started flying towards the castle, knowing that after the video Michael played for them, the trio will be expecting answers.

And just like every year before, the trio were sitting around a round table with tea and snacks and with an empty seat reserved for her. The trio have a look of frustration and annoyance, clearly impatient and wanting answers.

Vaggie watches Aclima land on the roof gracefully and took it as their cue to continue the mission. She and her squad flew quietly towards the castle and gently push on the door and just as expected, the door was unlocked. Just as they had anticipated, the trio were complacent in thinking they were the most powerful in hell and thus lowered their guard.

Vaggie and her squad crept through the shadowed hallways of the castle, the silence around them broken only by the distant sounds of battle. Each step was precise, each breath controlled. Their mission was clear: To make the trio lives miserable.

Recalling the layout that Aclima had taught them earlier from her 'inside source', they made their way through the castle, each sister soon separating from the group to take on key rooms like the kitchen and bedrooms. Leaving Vaggie and two others to tackle the biggest target. A target that would strike at the heart of Lucifer.

But how do you do that when Lucifer could conjure up basically anything to replace what was destroyed?

Simple.

There is one thing in the entire castle that Lucifer chooses to craft with his hands. Something that he can't simply replace with his powers.

His rubber duck collection.

Vaggie soon came upon a room labelled 'storeroom'. Pushing the door open gently, she was amazed to see thousands upon thousand of rubber ducks lining the shelves from floor to ceiling. Each duck was meticulously crafted, bearing the unique mark of Lucifer's handiwork. This room, so out of place in the grandeur of the castle, held the key to their psychological warfare.

The three of them set out to work, pulling out whiskey bottles that Michael had provided to them and started pouring it all over the room. Vaggie moved with a swift efficiency, her eyes darting around the room as she ensured every shelf, every meticulously placed rubber duck, was thoroughly doused. Her companions followed suit, their movements synchronized in the dim light. The smell of whiskey permeated the air, a sharp contrast to the otherwise pristine storeroom.

As the last bottle was emptied, Vaggie stepped back, her gaze sweeping over the scene of impending destruction. She felt a grim satisfaction settle in her chest. This was only the beginning.

"Ready the matches." she ordered, her voice barely above a whisper.

One of her companions pulled a small box from her belt. She struck a match, the tiny flame flickering to life.

Vaggie took the match, her eyes glinting with a mixture of anger and satisfaction. "For Harper." she murmured, tossing the flame into the whiskey-soaked room.

The fire caught instantly, flames racing along the shelves, consuming the rubber ducks in a blaze of orange and red. The heat was intense, the crackling of the fire almost deafening. Vaggie watched for a moment longer, ensuring the fire was well underway before nodding to her companions.

"Let's move." she said, turning away from the inferno.

They slipped out of the storeroom, the door closing behind them to muffle the sound of the growing blaze. As they navigated the hallways, the distant roar of the battle outside echoed through the castle. Their mission wasn't just about destruction; it was about sending a message.

-

Aclima knew she had to buy time for her sisters and fortunately for her, she is all too glad to do so. Landing gracefully on the roof, she struts her way to the empty seat and slowly takes her seat.

"TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FATHER YOU BITCH!" Eve demands but Aclima raises her hand, telling her to stop.

"Geez mom, a little impatient aren't you? I just sat down." Aclima grabs the teapot and slowly pours herself a cup. "Let me get settled in first."

Eve eye twitches but ultimately she relents. Sitting back down, she glares daggers at Aclima, mumbling curses under her breath.

This wasn't the reaction the trio were expecting from Aclima. They had expected her to rage, to try and attack them out of fury for killing Harper, much like how the exorcists are taking their anger out on Pentagram City. But instead, her calm demeanor has them unnerved.

Aclima sips her tea casually, letting the tension in the room simmer. She knows that in this moment, her calmness is more unnerving to the trio than any rage-filled outburst could ever be. As she sets her cup down delicately, she meets each of their gazes in turn, her expression unreadable.

"I see you got over the death of your sister rather quickly." Lucifer muses, trying to get a reaction out of her. "Guess you didn't really love her."

"Oh believe me, I was upset." Aclima says with a solemn tone. "But fortunately, my father and I had each other. His hugs are always so soothing."

Lilith and Eve seethes hearing those words. Comforting Adam should be their job!

"Speaking of, what has your father been up to?" Eve says through gritted teeth, trying her best to maintain her composure.

"You're quite eager to hear about Dad." Aclima points out with a smug.

Aclima puts her hand to her chin thoughtfully, humming a tune.

"What has he been up to ..." Aclima teases with a smile.

"ANSWER ME!" Eve shouts, slamming her fist on the table and spilling tea onto Lucifer.

For Lucifer, that was the final straw, he too had begun to lose his composure. The video of Adam having sex with Malenia still fresh in his mind.

"ANSWER HER!" Lucifer demands, his eye ablaze. "Tell us about Michael!"

"You mean Malenia? The one that kicked your ass?" Aclima says, leaning back into her chair.

"YES!" Lucifer shouts.

Screw his pride! He needs to know what is going on between his brother and Adam!

HOW DARE THEY HAVE SEX!

"Well." Aclima drawls, leaning back further in her chair with a mischievous grin. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you a little insight."

The trio leans in, tension palpable. Lucifer's fiery gaze burns into her, Lilith's eyes are narrow slits of suspicion, and Eve's hands are clenched tightly on the table, knuckles white.

"Michael—oh, pardon me, Malenia—has been quite busy, you see. She’s been spending some time with Dad. They're closer than ever, actually." Aclima says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "They had a lot of DEEP bonding." She lets out a soft chuckle.

"Bonding?" Eve repeats, her voice barely a whisper but laden with venom. "What kind of bonding!?"

"Pretty obvious isn't it?" Aclima's smile widens.

"Aclima." Eve says in a threatening manner.

Their conversation gets interrupted with the arrival of Vaggie, landing beside Aclima, she leans down and whispers into her ear. "Ma'am the job is done."

"Very good. Take your squad and join Lute." Aclima orders.

"Yes ma'am." Vaggie nods, but as she was leaving, she catches Lilith staring daggers at her.

"Bitch." Lilith mumbles under her breath. Lilith recalls seeing Vaggie from the first video Michael broadcasted in hell. How this bitch clung to her Adam when it should have been her!

Vaggie only showed a sly smirk before flipping her off and leaving to join her squad.

Lilith's eyes burned with anger as she watched Vaggie depart. The room was tense, and Aclima reveled in the discomfort she was causing. She took another leisurely sip of her tea, savoring the moment.

"Now, where were we?" Aclima said, setting her cup down with a soft clink. "Oh yes! Mom, I do have good news for you."

"You better have." Eve says, wishing that she had poisoned the tea.

"I finally understand how you feel." Aclima says with a smile. "Why you wanted to keep Dad all to yourself."

"I MIGHT finally be giving you a grandchild soon" Aclima announces with a wink.

A look of dread washes over Eve.

NO WAY!

SHE CAN'T MEAN IT!

NO FUCKING WAY!

"You mean -" Eve says but Aclima cuts her off.

"That's right! Dad didn't only DEEPLY bond with Malenia!" Aclima shouts with glee. "I HAD SEX WITH DAD!"

That was the final straw for Eve. Her composure shattered, she lunges across the table, her face contorted with rage and disbelief. Aclima swiftly dodges and takes to the air.

"You vile whore! How dare you!" Eve screamed, grabbing the table, she throws it towards Aclima who only dodges to the side. "I'm the reason you fucking exist and this is how you repay me!?"

"I'm repaying you by taking care of Dad!" Aclima says. "Keeping him company when you left him for ... THEM."

"That is not what happened and you know it!" Eve shouts angrily. "I'M STILL A VIRGIN!"

"Sure mom, keep telling yourself that." Aclima says with a smirk.

Eve's vision blurred with fury as she struggled to form coherent words. Her hands trembled, not with fear, but with the overwhelming desire to wipe that smug expression off Aclima's face.

"That's it!" Lucifer conjures up multiple fireballs and starts directing them at Aclima.

Aclima, her eyes widening in surprise, darted to avoid the fiery projectiles. Each fireball narrowly missed her, scorching the air with their intense heat. She flapped her wings harder, gaining altitude, trying to distance herself from Lucifer's wrath.

She may want to get hurt so that Michael has an excuse to intervene but Lucifer's hellfire were no joke. She could lose anywhere from a limb to her life and the last thing she wanted was to die after finally getting together with her father.

"Guess that's my cue to leave." Aclima says, hurriedly flying away. "See you all next year!"

Lucifer was about to shoot another fireball when Lilith stops him. She steps between Lucifer and the fleeing Aclima, her eyes blazing with authority. "Enough, Lucifer." she commanded, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

As much as she would love to kill that smug bitch, the last thing they need right now is to give Michael an excuse to come down and take action.

Lucifer hesitated, his fiery glare softening as he regarded Lilith. Despite his anger, he respected her wisdom. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly lowered his hand, extinguishing the flames.

Eve, still seething with rage, clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I swear, I'll kill that bitch one day!" she spat, her voice trembling with emotion.

-

THESE VILE SINNERS!

Lute impales a sinner as he tried to flee before slicing upwards, cutting the sinner in half. To her left, she spots another two sinners trying to run for cover.

THEY MUST PAY!

She was about to go after them when a spear from above flew towards them pierced through the two them with perfect precision.

Looking up, Lute sees the owner of the spear.

"I assume you mission was a success Sergeant?" Lute ask as Vaggie landed next to her.

"Complete success." Vaggie says with a smirk as she yanked her spear out of the two bodies. As she does so, she spots a group of five sinners trying to run from two of her sisters. Immediately, she launches herself into the air, her spear glinting as she descends upon the fleeing sinners with a vengeance.

THEY THINK THEY CAN TAKE HER DAD AWAY!

THEY TRY TO CONDEMN HIM TO THIS HELLHOLE!

NEVER!

With deadly accuracy, she impales one after another, each strike precise and swift, leaving a trail of blood and screams in her wake.

Lute watches with a sense of grim satisfaction, her own blade stained with the blood of sinners. Together with Vaggie and their sisters, they go street by street, slaughtering any and all sinners. Even pulling some sinners out of the rubbles of collapsed buildings only to kill them.

As they moved through the ruined cityscape, the echoes of their onslaught reverberated against the crumbling walls, a symphony of retribution. No corner was left untouched, no hiding place safe from their relentless pursuit of the exorcists.

"FOR DAD!" Every exorcists shouts. "FOR HARPER!"

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise.

Aftermath!

Chapter 55: Temptation's Persistence

Summary:

Lucifer: MY DUCKS!

Notes:

Inspired by Nicholas (Guest), I added in a scene in reference to his comment because I thought it was incredibly funny.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The trio watch Aclima's retreating form get smaller and smaller as she made her way to Heaven. It took a few hours for them to stop cursing and swearing about their situation but they eventually did. All three took a collective sigh of relief to calm themselves but strangely enough, they detected a faint smell of smoke as well.

The trio decide to investigate the smell and as they drew closer to the source, a look of dread overcame Lucifer when they nearer his private storeroom.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Lucifer repeats as he starts running towards the storeroom that housed his precious rubber duck collection. Upon reaching the room, he's greeted by a sight that makes his heart sink.

Flames are licking at the edges of the door, and dark smoke billows out from the cracks. The smell of burning rubber fills the air, and Lucifer can see the faint glow of the fire through the thick smoke.

"Oh no, my duckies!" he cries out in despair, his voice breaking as he frantically pushes open the door. But he was too late. The fire had already consumed most of his precious collection. Charred remains of what were once brightly colored rubber ducks now lay in a melted, smoking heap on the floor. The sight was heart-wrenching for Lucifer, who had meticulously hand crafted each one over centuries.

But not all is lost! At least, he hopes so.

NO!

PLEASE!

ANY DUCK BUT THAT!

Not caring to extinguish the remaining flames, he races to the back of the room and kicks open a large metal door.

Surely the flames hadn't gotten to his most prized one.

HIS PRECIOUS!

There, encased in a glass box, where his precious possession that he fought tooth and nail to hide from Eve should have been, was instead a note.

'Dear Lucifer,'

'Thanks for the duck.'

'Love, Heaven.'

"NO!" Lucifer screams out at the top of his lungs as he collapses to his knees.

THEY TOOK HIS ADAM DUCK!

HIS PRECIOUS!

Centuries he had tried to create an Adam duck based off of his memories but he could never capture it. But finally, after Egypt, he felt inspired! After holding him and being so close, he made the perfect gold colored rubber duck made in Adam's likeness with intricate details that made it a masterpiece among his collection.

Rage and sorrow engulfed Lucifer as he crumpled the note in his fist.

THIS WAS ALL FUCKING MICHAEL'S FAULT!

-

After having a pleasant chat with the trio from hell, Aclima returned to Heaven and grab the packed food that her Dad had prepared for her.

Arriving at Hannah and Cain's homestead, Aclima was surprised to not find them waiting for her like they usually did every year. Aclima cautiously approached the door and placed her ear against the door. Quietly listening, she can hear faint moaning coming from the other side.

She stood there contemplating if she should let them have their fun or ruin it. The smell of the food in her hands gave her the answer.

Immediately, she starts banging on the door and she soon hears rustling and scampering before the door was swung open to a disheveled Cain and Hannah.

"Really?" Aclima began. "E-day gets you guys in the mood?" Aclima's eyes lingered on them, silently questioning. Hannah giggles, while Cain rubbed the back of his neck nervously, avoiding Aclima's gaze.

"What can I say. Hearing those three screaming and watching Dad getting it on just really puts me in the mood." Hannah explains sheepishly.

Aclima raised an eyebrow, trying to stifle a laugh at Hannah's unexpected response. "Well, that's one way to get inspired." she replied, her tone light but tinged with amusement. "Anyway, clear the table, I've got your food."

Hannah and Cain shared an excited glance. News of their father's cooking were always a treat. They quickly cleared the table, eager to indulge in the heavenly feast. Aclima placed the packed food on the table, uncovering it to reveal an array of delectable dishes: succulent roasted lamb, fragrant jasmine rice, crispy roasted vegetables, and a variety of sauces and condiments to complement the flavors.

Hannah and Cain's eyes widened in delight as they surveyed the spread. "Wow, Dad really outdid himself this time." Cain exclaimed, already reaching for a piece of lamb. "There is so much more than usual!"

"Consider it payment for giving me insight to the layout of Lucifer's castle." Aclima replied with a fond smile, taking a seat at the table. She watched as her siblings eagerly filled their plates, the aroma of the food filling the room.

Aclima couldn't help but feel a warm sense of satisfaction as she watched Hannah and Cain dig into the feast. The aroma of the roasted lamb wafted through the room, its tender juices intermingling with the earthy scent of jasmine rice. The vegetables offered a crisp contrast, their caramelized edges promising bursts of flavor with every bite.

She reached for a piece of lamb herself, savoring the rich taste that melted in her mouth. The flavors danced on her tongue—a perfect blend of herbs and spices that her father had perfected over centuries. Each bite carried memories of home, of shared meals and laughter amidst the celestial realms.

Hannah, her cheeks flushed with excitement, nodded in agreement between mouthfuls. "This is incredible," she managed to say, her voice muffled by the food. Cain nodded fervently, his mouth too full to speak, but his eyes gleaming with gratitude.

As they dug into their meal, the conversation flowed easily, laughter mingling with the sounds of utensils clinking against plates. For a brief moment, they forgot about the chaos happening outside and simply enjoyed each other's company and the delicious food before them.

-

While Lucifer was crying over his lost ducks, Lilith and Eve inspected the rest of the castle but didn't find anything else amiss oddly enough. They had expected the place to be trashed or burning much like Lucifer's duck collection but no, everything was in order.

At least, seemingly.

When Lilith sat down on the couch, the legs immediately gave way, sending her crashing to the floor with a startled yelp. Eve went over to help her up before Lucifer soon came scrambling in with a furious look and redness in his eyes.

"Did those exorcists bitches return!?" Lucifer says in an aggressive tone, barely containing his rage.

"No honey. The couch gave way." Lilith informs him as she rubbed her butt in pain. Lucifer's fury quickly melted into concern as he rushed to Lilith's side. "Are you okay, my love?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.

Lilith pushed herself up from the floor, brushing off imaginary dust from her dress. "I'm fine, Lucifer. Just a little surprised, that's all."

Lucifer lets out a sigh of relief before turning back to Lilith. "Maybe we should reconsider your ... uh ... snacks." he said, gesturing vaguely to Lilith's recent indulgences.

Lilith's eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched at her sides. "Are you implying something, Lucifer Morningstar?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.

Lucifer held up his hands in surrender, realizing he may have crossed a line. "I just meant that maybe we could try some healthier options." he said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension.

As Lucifer attempted to smooth things over, Lilith's temper flared. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned dark tendrils that coiled around Lucifer's waist, lifting him off his feet and flinging him across the room. He crashed into a nearby bookshelf, sending books tumbling to the ground in a chaotic flurry.

HOW DARE HE QUESTION HER FIGURE!

THE FIGURE THAT WAS MADE TO BE WITH THE FIRST MAN!

Ignoring them, Eve inspected the couch and finds that the legs had been cut just enough that as soon as any weight was added, the couch would collapse.

Lucifer groaned as he extricated himself from the pile of books, brushing off dust and glaring at the broken shelf. "This has gone too far!" he growled. "First my ducks, now the furniture too!?"

Dusting himself off, he makes his way to a nearby chair. As he lowered himself onto the chair, it gave a loud creak before the legs splintered beneath him. Lucifer's eyes widened in shock as he crashed to the floor, the chair collapsing into a heap of wood and fabric.

Lilith couldn't suppress a giggle, her anger momentarily forgotten. "Looks like you need to reconsider your own snacks, sweetie." she teased, unable to resist a jab at Lucifer's predicament.

As Eve entered the kitchen, she immediately noticed something was off. The familiar layout had been altered. She opened a cupboard where their plates were usually stored and found it empty. Confused, she opened another cupboard, then another, growing increasingly frustrated as she realized everything had been switched around.

"Who in the hell did this!?" she exclaimed, slamming a cupboard door shut. The bowls were where the pots should be, the glasses were mixed in with the cutlery, and the spices were scattered haphazardly in random locations.

Eve's frustration boiled over as she struggled to make sense of the disarray. She pulled open drawers and cupboards with increasing force, making a racket that echoed through the castle.

Lucifer and Lilith appeared in the doorway, alarmed by the noise. "What's wrong, Eve?" Lilith asked, her concern evident.

"Everything's been moved!" Eve shouted, gesturing wildly at the chaotic kitchen.

"When did they get in the castle!?" Lucifer says as he stumbles into the kitchen. his anger still simmering from the earlier incidents.

"This has to be the work of Aclima and those meddling exorcists!" Eve declares as she glares out the window towards Heaven.

No longer able to contain their frustration at all these minor annoyances, the trio needed an outlet and it just so happens, the solution was right at their doorstep.

Usually, mid-way through the exterminations, some sinners will take their chances and try seeking shelter with the trio from hell. Those that do believe that it would be a far better fate than dying at the hands of the exorcists.

How wrong they were.

Lucifer strode to the front door, his fury barely contained. He flung the door open, revealing a group of cowering sinners. Their faces were etched with fear, their bodies trembling as they huddled together.

"Please, Lord Lucifer, grant us shelter." one of them pleaded, his voice quivering. "The exorcists are upon us. We seek your protection."

Lucifer's smile was predatory, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent joy. They are not be able to harm the exorcists without incurring Michael's wrath, so these sinners will have to suffice.

"You seek shelter, do you? Well, you've come to the right place." He stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter. "Come in, come in. Make yourselves at home."

The sinners hesitated, sensing the underlying menace in Lucifer's tone, but fear of the exorcists drove them forward. Stories of these three were spread far and wide in hell but these newcomers to hell didn't believe them.

They were, after all, just stories.

They shuffled into the castle, eyes darting around nervously. Lilith and Eve watched them, their expressions cold and calculating.

Once the sinners were inside, Lucifer closed the door with a resounding thud. The sound seemed to seal their fate, the finality of it echoing in the grand hall. Lucifer turned to face them, his smile widening.

"You know," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth, "we've had quite a day. First, my precious ducks were destroyed, then the furniture was tampered with, and now our kitchen is in disarray. We're in need of some ... stress relief."

The sinners exchanged uneasy glances, realizing too late the trap they had walked into. Lilith stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You all look so tense." she purred. "Let us help you relax."

With a flick of her wrist, dark tendrils emerged, coiling around the sinners like serpents. They screamed, struggling in vain as the tendrils tightened, lifting them off their feet. The air was filled with their cries, a symphony of agony that seemed to soothe the trio's frayed nerves.

The trio took their time, savoring each moment of torment. The sinners' screams echoed through the castle, a dark melody that resonated with their own twisted desires. Each cry, each plea for mercy, only fueled their hunger for more.

But true to their word, the sinners were given 'shelter'. They will die and they will respawn the next day, safe from the extermination. But for all the future exterminations to come, they would much rather risk their lives with the exorcists than to seek shelter with the trio from hell.

-

Coming to Eden had always been therapeutic for Adam. The air here was different, cleaner, and every breath felt like a healing balm to his soul. He wandered through the lush gardens, marveling at the vibrant colors and the harmonious symphony of nature's sounds. It was a stark contrast to noisy city that is Heaven.

In Eden, time seemed to slow down, allowing him to reflect on his past and ponder his future. But reflecting seems to be all he can do this year as he stared at the tree that was the cause of his problems to begin with.

The tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil.

It was hard to believe that this tree was once so daunting to him. His whole mortal life, he had feared this tree and what it brought, especially after what had happened in the beginning. But with every visit to Eden, Adam always made it a point to visit the tree and the more he did, the more it became just that.

A tree.

No different from the countless others amongst the Garden.

Only that it produced a fruit that they had to avoid much like he avoided poison berries in certain bushes.

Adam traced the lines of the tree's bark with his fingers, feeling the rough texture under his touch. The tree stood as a silent witness to his and Eve's choices, choices that had forever altered their destinies. He closed his eyes, letting memories flood back—their first meeting, their shared laughter, the moments of pure, untainted joy.

How did it all go so wrong?

"Why did it have to be this way?" Adam whispered to the tree, as if it could provide the answers he sought. "Why did Harper have to die?"

Reaching up, he plucks the fruit from the tree and stares at it. He remembered the temptation, the forbidden allure of knowledge promising to unlock mysteries beyond comprehension when Eve approached him with it.

But seeing what Eve and Lilith had become after partaking the fruit, he was incredibly thankful that he didn't eat it all those years ago. Being granted knowledge was incredibly tempting for him but discovering was the joy in learning. The exploration, the experience and the moment of understanding was what made his life worth living. Those centuries he spent with Aclima as they explored the Earth was filled with wonder and growth, and he wouldn't trade those experiences for anything.

Though one question will forever linger in his mind. A question that he will probably never get the answer to.

What changes after eating the fruit?

He doesn't know what changed for Lilith when she ate the fruit.

Eve on the other hand seemed ... normal? In fact, she became so much more sweeter and loving after they had left Eden, always wanting to be by his side at all times.

So what changed after she had passed?

...

LUCIFER!

Perhaps that is why his once sweet Eve had such a drastic change in personality.

Why Lilith was willing to kill without hesitation.

How Eve was willing to watch as Lilith killed what was essentially Aclima and not bat an eye.

Did the fruit take over their minds and made them want to infect him like a disease at any cost?

Did the fruit make Eve so cunning that she would faint her love for him all these years just so they could get him to eat the fruit and drag him down to hell?

Or maybe the fruit itself wasn't inherently bad?

Maybe it becomes bad with Lucifer's influence?

So many questions he didn't have the answer to and will probably never get them.

Unless he does the one thing he vowed never to do.

...

Why must temptation be so persistent?

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise.

More Eden and trio vs Michael/Malenia.

Chapter 56: A Moment of Weakness

Summary:

Emily to the rescue!

Notes:

Another Milestone! Over 2300 kudos and 57000+ hits!

Thank you all for continuing to read and support my story!

This is my first ever smut chapter attempt so I hope you enjoy it.

DON'T BONK ME!

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Chapter Text

"Adam is going to laugh when he sees this!" Emily joyfully exclaims as she looks for him. Holding handfuls of various nuts, she plans to show off how much nuts she could stuff into her mouth.

This is sure to make him laugh and bring him joy!

She wandered through the lush garden, the vibrant colors of flowers and the symphony of birds creating a serene atmosphere. She called out his name, "Adam! Adam, where are you?" Her voice carried through the air, mixing with the gentle rustling of leaves.

As she approached the center of the garden, a look of dread overcame her. She saw Adam standing beneath the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, lost in thought. He held one of its forbidden fruits in his hand, staring at it with a mixture of contemplation and sorrow.

"Ad-" Emily calls out but stops when she sees him standing there, his eyes heavy with the weight of an unspoken decision. The joyful anticipation that had filled her moments before dissipated into a tense silence as she watched him slowly lift the fruit to his mouth.

WHY!?

WHY IS HE DOING THAT!?

IS HE TRYING TO GO TO HELL!?

TO LEAVE HER!?

WAS SHE NOT BRINGING HIM ENOUGH JOY!?

Emily breaks their one rule of keeping their wings away and immediately takes off towards him but she knows that she won't reach him in time.

SHE WON'T LET HIM LEAVE HER!

With her arm outstretched, she gathers angelic power in her hand and fires off a blast of holy light towards the fruit in his hand.

-

What did they see?

To understand what Lilith and Eve saw and felt, he need only eat the fruit in his hand. The forbidden fruit seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow, its surface smooth and inviting. He raised the fruit to his mouth, its skin smooth against his lips, and hesitated for just a moment.

And as he did, a flash of golden light streaked through the air, and before he could bite, the fruit was obliterated in a burst of holy energy. However, his left hand which held the fruit was also singed in the process, forcing him to drop the charred remains.

Adam turns just in time to see Emily collide into him. Sending the both of them tumbling down a hill through a cascade of colorful flowers. They came to a stop at the bottom, tangled in petals and leaves.

“Adam, are you okay!?” Her voice was frantic, tears welling up in her eyes.

Adam was still reeling from the shock and confusion from what had just happened as he laid beneath her. He only nodded in response to her question as he brings his left hand up to inspect the damage. Emily followed suit and checked over his left hand, which was now reddened and raw from the blast.

Emily couldn't believe it!

She had just hurt Adam!

AGAIN!

She recalls back to how Adam started avoiding her for a few days after she had broken his left wing. Hesitant to be around her and reluctant to hug her.

NO!

SHE CAN'T GO BACK TO HAVING ADAM AVOIDING HER!

SHE NEEDS TO FIX THIS!

SHE NEEDS TO BRING HIM JOY!

BUT HOW!?

Adam was injured, and she had to rectify that immediately. She remembered when she had first learned to fly and had landed poorly, bruising her knee. Sera had knelt down and kissed her bruise, causing her to feel better and that was before they even went to see Raphael.

But this was different! Adam's entire left hand was hurt and Raphael wasn't around!

...

BUT THE CONCEPT SHOULD BE THE SAME!

Adam was startled when Emily suddenly brought his left hand to her mouth. Her lips brushed gently against his reddened skin, a soft and tender kiss full of concern and love. But that feeling quickly changed when she started using her tongue to trace the injured areas.

Emily deduces that a few kisses isn't going to be enough to cover his entire hand so logically, she would need to use her tongue.

Adam's eyes widened in surprise as Emily's tongue touched his injured hand. Her licks were gentle, almost hesitant at first, but then grew more deliberate as she covered the entire burn with meticulous care. Each stroke was a mixture of cool relief and warm tenderness, a sensation that caused Adam to shiver involuntarily.

“Emily, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly from the unexpected sensation.

“Making it better.” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Her eyes were focused, filled with a mixture of desperation and determination. “I NEED to make it better.”

Emily continues to lap away at his hand despite already having covered it in her spit. She doesn't know what has come over her but she can't stop tasting Adam. He was like ambrosia to her. His scent, the feel of his flesh, and most importantly the way he made her feel. Everything about him was intoxicating, his scent, his taste, his touch.

SHE WANTS MORE!

IF JUST HIS HAND TASTED THIS GOOD, WHAT ABOUT HIS LIPS!?

Forgetting her original purpose, Emily sets his arm aside. Leaning down before he can react, she captures Adam lips in a deep kiss. It was sloppy and uncoordinated. Emily was too focused on exploring every nook and cranny of Adam's mouth to put much effort into making sure her lips moved against his. Adam had not been expecting the kiss and was caught off guard. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth without warning and her weight on top of him had him pinned to the ground.

He tasted like the sweetest nectar, sending a wave of warmth through her entire being. For a moment, Adam resisted, his mind still reeling from the series of events, but soon he found himself responding to her fervent kiss. Her desperation, her need to make him better, it all translated into an intensity that was both overwhelming and intoxicating.

Adam was gob smacked at the look Emily is giving him right now. The absolute look of lust was evident on her face as her tongue swirled in his mouth. He felt a rush of conflicting emotions — surprise, arousal, and a lingering sense of confusion. Emily’s actions were so unexpected, so intense, that he couldn’t help but be swept up in the moment.

“Emily.” he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was racing, trying to process what was happening and what it meant for their relationship. But despite his words, his body betrayed him, responding to her touch with a mix of desire and apprehension. So much so that he lets out a groan when he feels his own hard on press against his cassock and against Emily.

Emily was confused. She thought she was making Adam feel better with her 'healing' but it seems he has only become more troubled. She doesn't know why until she felt something hard poking at her bottom. She quickly looks down and realizes that that must be the cause of his discomfort.

NO!

SHE NEEDS TO BRING HIM JOY!

"Don't worry Adam!" Emily says in a panic. "I can fix this!"

Turning herself around, she tears his cassock away without hesitation and leans down, her face now mere millimeters away from his dick. She doesn't know how she had bruised this area but clearly it was causing Adam his discomfort. With how large it is, kissing it or licking it wasn't going to be enough. Placing her mouth over the head, she takes his entire length into her mouth in one smooth motion,

It was a little too big for her mouth but she manages to fit most of it inside. As she begins to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper, Adam lets out a moan that catches her off guard. It wasn't a sound of pain, but rather of pleasure. She keeps moving her lips up and down his shaft and soon he lets out another moan.

Emily pauses when she hear the moan. It didn't sound like he was in pain.

Was Adam feeling ... JOY!?

YES!

SHE WANTS TO HEAR MORE OF HIS MOANS!

The more she did this, the more he would moan and hearing it made her want to keep doing it. She continued to move her mouth up and down Adam's cock, sucking harder and faster the more he moaned.

YES!

SHE WAS BRINGING HIM JOY!

Adam could no longer control himself. Reaching forward and ignoring the pain in his left hand, he grabs Emily's head and holds her in place. She gags slightly at his sudden roughness but does not resist, allowing him to control her movements. Adam pushes her head up and down his cock, letting out a loud moan each time.

He is completely lost in the moment, forgetting about everything else. There is nothing else except for the pleasure he is feeling.

Emily could not stop her heart from racing. Adam was being more assertive.

AND SHE LOVES IT.

His grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her closer, forcing his cock deeper down her throat.

YES!

SHE IS MAKING ADAM HAPPY!

No longer able to hold back, he holds her head down while he bucks his hips and cums directly into her mouth. Emily gagged, but she forced herself to swallow every drop, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she did so. She could not get enough of his taste.

Finally, he pulls her off his cock and she lets out a gasp, her face covered in cum and saliva. Adam was panting heavily, his expression a mixture of relief and guilt. He couldn't believe what he had done, and was surprised when he realized that Emily was not stopping.

She had not yet had enough of him, and was already eager to take him into her mouth again. She even became curious about the growing wetness between her legs.

The taste of the white liquid in her mouth was far too addicting!

SHE NEEDS MORE!

Adam pins her down before she could act any further but as he does so, he sees the look of lust on her face. It was as if she was a completely different person. She looked so vulnerable, so helpless, so ... breedable.

Adam couldn't help himself. He was still horny and couldn't resist the temptation to take her. He had to have her, to fuck her, to claim her.

Just like how she tore his cassock off, he tears off her dress, revealing her petite frame. Adam admires her breasts for a moment, her small but perky breasts and her hard nipples. But his eyes linger for a bit longer on the area between her legs, her pussy already glistening with anticipation.

He brings his mouth down to her chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. He starts to suck on it, eliciting a moan from Emily. He swirls his tongue around her nipple, flicking it back and forth. The feeling is electric and Emily can't help but cry out.

She has never felt this good before, and it's all because of him.

HOW DID SHE LIVE WITHOUT THIS?

Adam continues to suck on her nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Emily can't hold back any longer and begins to moan uncontrollably. Her entire body shudders with pleasure. Adam could hear her moans growing louder and louder as he kept sucking on her nipple. He can feel his cock growing even harder than before, and knows he won't be able to hold back much longer.

Bringing a finger down between her legs, Adam traces along her slit, feeling her wetness. He slowly inserts a finger inside her, feeling her tightness. Emily can't help but buck her hips as she feels him entering her. Adam begins to pump his finger in and out of her, causing her to squirm with delight and causing her to moan loudly.

After a while, he pulls away from her chest and looks down at her. He wants her so badly. She looks so vulnerable, so weak, so submissive. Her eyes are filled with desire, and she is looking at him with such intensity that it makes his heart beat faster. Her expression is one of pure lust and it aroused him so much.

Emily isn't sure what will happen but she trusts him and knows that whatever he does, isn't to hurt her.

But she can tell he's holding back.

He's holding back, not wanting to scare her, not wanting to hurt her.

And that's what drives her crazy.

She wants him to let go. She wants him to ravage her.

"Adam."

Her voice was so soft and tender, yet at the same time filled with desire.

She needed him.

"Please."

Adam couldn't deny her any further. The look she was giving him was the same lustful look that Malenia and Aclima gave him before. A look he knew all too well.

Emily wants this.

Adam positioned his cock at her entrance, pressing it against her lips. He pushed it in slowly, watching her expression change. Her face contorted in pleasure as he entered her, her body shuddering with every inch. She gasped as he filled her, her eyes widening in shock. She doesn't understand what is happening and why she felt so wet below but she LOVES IT!

Once he was fully inside, he began thrusting, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he went. His hips bucked wildly, pounding her into the ground. He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing him. As he does, he leans forward and takes her lips in his own. He kisses her passionately, his tongue swirling in her mouth. His hands move up to her chest, squeezing her breasts.

He can't hold back any longer and begins pounding into her furiously, his hips slamming into hers. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Their moans and gasps filled the air.

"Adam!" Emily cries out. "Don't stop!"

He could feel his climax approaching.

He could tell by the way she was clenching around him that she was close. He himself couldn't hold back any longer.

With a final thrust, he slammed into her and erupted inside her. His seed shot into her, filling her completely. He held her tight, her body convulsing in ecstasy. She could feel his warmth spreading inside her.

"ADAM!" Emily shouts in joy. "I love you!"

As Adam releases his load, Emily orgasms as well, her entire body tensing up and her eyes rolling back. Her legs wrapping tightly around his waist and her fingers digging into his back as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

She's never felt anything like this before.

This is the greatest feeling she's ever felt.

SHE MUST HAVE MORE!

Adam collapses on top of her, their bodies still connected. They are both breathing heavily, their skin coated with sweat.

"I ... I love you too Emily." Adam says breathlessly with a smile.

THAT SMILE!

THERE IS THE SMILE!

THE ULTIMATE JOY!

"More." Emily begs, whispering into his ear. "Please."

Adam leans forward and kisses her, ready to indulge her once again. Later finding out that she was as insatiable as Eve was on their first night together.

-

After an intense passion filled evening, Adam and Emily laid curled up under the stars. Adam couldn't believe that he almost gave up everything he had in Heaven just for the sake of knowledge and whatever fate may befall him if he ended up in hell. He was incredibly grateful that Emily was there to stop him from making possibly the worst decision of his life.

Emily nestled closer to Adam, her body still humming with the remnants of their shared passion. The garden around them seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light, as if the very essence of their love had infused the world with a new brilliance. Adam gently stroked her hair, his thoughts swirling with gratitude and a renewed sense of purpose.

"Emily." he murmured, his voice tender and filled with emotion. "You saved me."

Emily looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of relief and devotion. "I couldn't let you go, Adam. Not like that."

He smiled, his heart swelling with love for her. "I know. And I'm so glad you didn't."

For a moment, they lay there in comfortable silence, the tranquility of the garden enveloping them. Birds chirped softly in the trees, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The world seemed at peace, a stark contrast to the turmoil Adam had felt earlier.

"Why did you even think about it?" Emily asked softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

"I wanted to understand, Emily. To know what Lilith and Eve experienced." Adam sighed, his eyes distant as he recalled the moment of temptation. "To know why they left me ... for Lucifer."

Emily listened intently, her fingers still tracing gentle patterns on Adam's chest. She could sense the pain and confusion in his words, the lingering wounds from his past. Her heart ached for him, wanting to ease his burdens and fears.

"Adam," she whispered, "You don’t need to follow their path to understand. What you have here, with me, with everyone who cares about you, is real. It's worth more than any forbidden knowledge."

"I almost lost it all." Adam nodded, feeling the truth in her words. "I was such a fool."

Emily smiled softly, her gaze filled with warmth and understanding. "But you didn't, Adam. You're here, with me, and that's all that matters."

TOGETHER!

FOREVER!

SHE'LL NEVER LET HIM LEAVE!

THIS GARDEN IS THEIR PARADISE!

NOT ADAM AND EVE!

ADAM AND EMILY!

-

With a few gestures from her hand, Sera opens the portal to Eden and out came Adam and Emily. Though she was surprised to find Adam walking with a slight step.

"Did something happen Adam?" Sera ask with concern in her voice.

"I'm fine mom." Adam waves his hand dismissively. "Just a little exhausted."

It was brief but Sera saw the condition of his left hand and her worries skyrocketed.

Adam had forgotten about the apple incident and didn't want to tell her that Emily drained him dry. She was more like a succubus than an angel. But before Adam could take a step further, Sera grabs his hand and yanks him into her embrace.

Adam was taken aback by the sudden embrace, but he couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort wash over him. Sera held him tightly, her wings enveloping them him in a warm embrace.

"I'm just glad you're safe, Adam." Sera whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you or Emily."

Sera wanted to question him about his hand, his limping and exhaustion but decides not to. Adam clearly needs to rest.

Adam returned the embrace, feeling a rush of gratitude for his mother's unwavering love and protection. Exhaustion quickly overtakes him as he feels his eyes grow heavy in her comforting warmth. Sera lifts him up and lets him rest his head on her shoulder.

As Adam drifted into sleep, Sera gently stroked his hair, her touch soothing away the lingering tension in his muscles. Emily stood nearby, watching the tender scene with a soft smile on her face. Once Sera was sure that Adam was lulled into a deep sleep, she turns to Emily.

"Did something happen in Eden?" Sera ask with a worried look.

"Well ..." Emily says nervously "Adam almost ate the forbidden fruit in the garden and after that we -"

"What did you just say?" Sera says coldly as she cuts Emily off. "Adam ALMOST ate the forbidden fruit?"

Caught off guard by her mother's sudden change in demeanor, Emily gulped nervously. "Yes, mom. But I stopped him just in time. It was a close call."

"I see." Sera replies. "Good job Emily."

THAT TREE!

Notes:

Do comment and tell me how it is. If its good, I may do more in the future.

Next on Beyond Paradise.

Michael/Malenia vs the trio from hell.

Chapter 57: Fanning the Flames

Summary:

Michael/Malenia vs The trio from hell.

Notes:

Special thanks to Micmag and desnecessaro for their ideas.

Since you guys liked my smut in the last chapter, I guess I can continue writing smut.

Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"I'll give credit where credit is due, Lucifer knows how to make a great duck." Vaggie muses as she squeaks the Adam rubber duck that they stole from Lucifer. "Hard to believe that this came from the devil himself."

"My brother always was obsessed with those creatures for some reason." Michael says as he down his third bottle of whiskey. "And I'm sure it has something to do with Adam."

"Isn't your meeting with them soon too?" Aclima ask as she fills out paperwork.

"Oh yeah." Michael snickers. "I have a good feeling that this year is going to be fun."

"You say that every year." Vaggie replies with a smirk.

"And every year I am right." Michael replies with his own growing smirk. "Speaking of which, Vaggie, can I borrow that duck?"

-

Stomping loudly down the halls of the embassy, the trio from hell were out for blood.

Heaven stopped them from getting Adam in Egypt!

Than they find out that Adam had sex!

Than they ruined their entire house!

AND THEY TOOK THE ADAM DUCK!

"MICHAEL!" The trio from hell shouts in unison as Lucifer kicks open the meeting room doors.

The trio stopped in their tracks when what stood before them was Adam, in all his glory. His eyes glanced between the three of them, meeting theirs. With the gentlest smile on his face, Adam spread his arms, ready to welcome them into his embrace.

"ADAM!" The trio shout with glee.

They jumps at him, eager to feel the warmth of his embrace, to grab him and whisk him away from this place—meeting be damned.

ADAM IS THEIRS!

But as they reached out, their hands passed right through him, causing them to stumble and fall into a heap on the floor.

"What the hell?!" Lucifer shouted in anger.

"Hologram!?" Lilith says in disbelief.

"NO!" Eve screams as she scrambles for the hologram, desperately trying to touch what she thought was real. To grasp the mirage of Adam that flickers before her. Her eyes widen in disbelief and anguish, a guttural cry of frustration escaping her lips.

Michael, lounging casually at the head of the table, bursts into laughter. "Oh, this is priceless!" he says, wiping a tear from his eye. "You really thought I'd just let you waltz in here and take him back?"

"You son of a -" Lucifer yells but stops midway when Michael holds up his hands.

"Numbers, please." Michael says with a knowing smirk.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer snaps his fingers and the document that Michael wants appears on the table. Michael in turn, snaps his fingers and the document appears in his hands.

"Very good." Michael nods as he reads the document. "Looks like everything is in order. Isn't that right Adam?"

"ADAM!" Eve looks up towards Michael, expecting to see him but soon became disappointed with what she sees.

Michael grins widely, pulling out the Adam rubber duck and holding it aloft like a trophy. "Look familiar?" he taunts, giving it a squeeze that produces a comically cheerful squeak.

Lucifer's eyes narrow, his rage momentarily overshadowed by confusion. "What the hell do you think you're doing with that?" he growls.

"Just having a little fun." Michael replies, placing the duck on top of the document.

"YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME!" Lucifer shouts.

"I prefer to think of it as liberating it. Keeping duck Adam safe just like how we keep the real Adam safe." Michael retorts with a smirk, tossing the duck into the air and catching it effortlessly. "And besides, it seems like you've got plenty of ducks to spare, Lucifer. Isn't that right?"

...

"Oh sorry! I completely forgot!" Michael says in a cheerful mocking tone. "I heard there was a fire that took most of them out. What a shame."

Lucifer and Lilith tries to attack Michael out of frustration but just like before, he too, was a hologram.

"Will you guys ever learn?" Michael says with a amused smirk.

Eve, still on the floor, cradled the space where the hologram of Adam had been, her tears flowing freely. "Why are you doing this to us?" she demanded, her voice broken with sorrow.

ADAM WAS RIGHT THERE!

DAMN IT!

"You're doing this to yourself." Michael says. "Your life would be so much easier if you just let go and move on."

"FUCK YOU!" Eve shouts. "ADAM IS MINE!"

"Why do you keep him away from us!?" Lilith demands.

Michael’s smirk faded slightly. "Because you don't understand the value of what you once had. Adam DESERVES better. He’s safe with us, where he belongs."

"Safe? SAFE?!" Lucifer bellowed, his wings flaring behind him. "He belongs with us, Michael! We care for him, we—"

"Care for him? Is that what Egypt was about?" Michael interrupted, his voice suddenly cold. "Breaking his wings and killing his daughter! YOU CALL THAT CARING!?"

Michael's words hung in the air, charged with accusation and anger. Lucifer's face contorted with a mix of fury and guilt, his wings drooping slightly at the reminder of past events but not for long. Almost immediately, Lucifer perks up at the reminder that they would have had Adam if Heaven did not intervene.

"We did what we had to do!" Lucifer's yells defensively. "To save him!"

Michael snickers. "You truly are the Sin of Pride."

Lilith, who had been silent up to this point, stepped forward. "We do care for him. We love him more than you can imagine! But what do you care, Michael? You’re just using this as another opportunity to stick it to us."

"Need I remind you again that you killed HARPER!? Adam's daughter!" Michael sighed, setting the rubber duck on the table with a gentle touch. "It's not about sticking it to you, Lilith. It's about keeping Adam safe. You do realize that this whole extermination started because you three TRIED TO UPRISE!"

Lucifer's eyes blazed with anger. "You think you're any better? You think keeping Adam in a gilded cage is the answer?"

Michael's expression hardened. "A gilded cage is better than the chaos you subject him to. At least in Heaven, he has peace. He has—"

"Nothing!" Lilith spat, rising to her feet. "He has nothing in Heaven. No freedom, no choice. You strip away his agency and call it protection."

"Rather presumptuous of you." Michael says, leaning back in his chair. "Adam is free to make his own choices."

Eve, still on the floor, wipes her tears and looks up defiantly. "All you're doing is suffocating him. I know Adam better than you ever will."

"You don't even know what his life in Heaven is like." Michael looked at her with a mixture of pity and frustration. "Besides, what would you have us do? Leave him to the three of you so you can drag him through Hell, literally and figuratively? No! Adam stays with us, where he can heal and live without fear."

"You bastard!" Eve throws a chair at Michael but it sails through his hologram. "I deserve my husband back!"

The chair clatters against the wall, the echo of Eve's frustration filling the room. Michael's hologram merely smirks, unperturbed. "Temper, temper." he chides in a mocking tone. "Throwing a tantrum won't change anything."

"GIVE ME MY ADAM!" Eve screams at Michael.

"Face it Eve, Adam has moved on!" Michael retorts with a smile. "And into my bed."

Lucifer places his hands together and first out a wave of hellfire towards Michael, but it passes harmlessly through the hologram. Lucifer snarls, his frustration boiling over. "HOW DARE YOU SLEEP WITH HIM!?"

Michael chuckles, unfazed by Lucifer's outburst. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Lucifer. Adam is quite happy where he is. And as for our... intimate relations, well, let's just say he appreciates the care and attention I provide."

Eve's eyes widen in anger. "YOU LIAR!" she shouts, trying to scratch at Michael's face.

While Eve continued her futile efforts, Michael decided it was time to really destroy them. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he immediately chugs the entire bottle before snapping his fingers and transforming himself into Malenia.

"YOU!" The trio from hell shout in unison. Remembering the explicit video that played a day before the extermination.

"YOU WHORE!" Eve shouts. "HOW DARE YOU SLEEP WITH MY ADAM!"

"You know, I must thank you Eve." Malenia replies.

"Thank me!?" Eve ask confused but still furious.

"Yes, Eve. Thanks to you letting me know about Adam's ... 'likes', I was able to give him EXACTLY what he needed." Malenia smirks and winks.

Eve was beyond furious.

ADAM IS HERS!

HIS TENDER LOVE IS HERS!

HOW DARE SHE STEAL THAT AWAY FROM HER!

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Eve screams, slamming her fist down on the table.

"Oh, now that just won't do." Malenia muses. "That would be bad for the baby."

...

...

...

"What did you just say?" Lucifer voice was ice cold.

"I'm pregnant." Malenia replies smugly.

The trio fell into a stunned silence as they tried to process what Malenia had just said.

"What ...?" Lilith whispered, her mind racing.

Malenia giggles. "I'm having Adam's baby!"

"NO!" Eve shrieks, shaking her head violently.

"YES!" Malenia replies mockingly.

"That's impossible!" Lucifer shouts in disbelief. "Angels can't get pregnant! They get made!"

Malenia smiles from ear to ear and stands up, revealing a rather large bump at her belly.

"What can I say? Adam's desire to breed is truly astonishing." Malenia says with a blush.

As the realization sank in, the trio from Hell stood in stunned silence, their minds racing with disbelief and fury. Malenia, now visibly pregnant with Adam's child, smirked triumphantly at their collective shock.

"It should have been me! His best friend!" Lucifer's voice boomed with indignation, breaking the silence. "Not some asshole like you!"

"You dare mock us with this charade?" Lilith's fists clenched, trembling with rage. "Adam belongs to us!"

Eve, still reeling from the revelation, could barely find words through her tears of frustration. "You ... you stole him from me! YOU RAPED HIM!"

Malenia laughed, a sound filled with both amusement and satisfaction. "Stole? Rape? Oh no, my dears. Adam chose me. Chose Heaven. Chose peace and a future. Something you could never offer him."

Lucifer's eyes blazed with fury, his wings unfurling in a display of raw power. "This changes nothing! Adam is ours by right!"

Malenia sauntered closer to them, savoring their torment. "Adam is where he wants to be. Where he deserves to be. And now, he's starting a new chapter of his life with people who TRULY loves him. Like Aclima."

"ACLIMA!" Eve shouts. "My Adam was violated, forced against his will by you and that whore of my daughter!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Eve." Malenia says mockingly.

Lilith lunged forward, intent on striking Malenia, but stopped short as her hand passed through the holographic illusion. "Damn you, Michael!"

"YOU STOLE MY BEST FRIEND!" Lucifer shouts in Malenia face.

"Oh please, you brought that on yourself." Malenia's smile turned cold. "You never understood him. You never respected him. And now, you'll never have him."

"We were made to be with each other!" Lilith complains. "How dare you keep us apart!?"

Malenia tilted her head, a condescending smirk playing on her lips. "Made to be with each other? That's rich coming from the ones who cheated on him, who shattered his trust and did so again after he forgave you. You don't deserve him."

Lucifer's fury was palpable, his fists clenched at his sides. "This isn't over, Michael. We'll get him back. One way or another."

Malenia's gaze was steely as she faced his brother. "I'm sure you will try, Lucifer. But every time you do, remember this: for every scheme you hatch, for every battle you wage, Adam suffers. And I will do everything in my power to keep him safe from you."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a passion filled night with Adam planned for the evening to get to." Malenia says.

"NO!" Eve lunges at Malenia, only to phase through her and crash into a wall. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY ADAM!"

Malenia chuckled darkly, her form shimmering slightly as she prepared to leave the room. "Oh, Eve, dear, your Adam is happier than he's ever been. You can't change that."

Eve scrambled up from the floor, her rage and despair fueling her next words. "You think this is over? You think you've won? I'll tear you apart, Michael! I'll find a way to bring him back to me! HE IS MINE!"

Malenia's expression turned mocking. "Good luck with that, darling. But remember, Adam made his choice. And he's not coming back to you."

With that final taunt, Malenia disappeared from the room, leaving the trio from hell seething with a mix of defeat and determination. Eve starts punching walls, trying to relieve her frustration. Lucifer paced furiously, his mind calculating new strategies. Lilith, her fists clenched in impotent rage, stared at the spot where Malenia had stood.

"We'll find a way," Lucifer muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "We'll find a way to break this hold he has over Adam."

Eve looked up, her eyes blazing with renewed determination. "We'll bring him home, no matter what it takes. Adam belongs with me."

Lilith nodded grimly, her jaw set in resolve. "We'll make Michael regret the day he crossed us."

Together, the trio swore an oath to reclaim what they believed was rightfully theirs—their beloved Adam.

WE WILL SAVE YOU ADAM!

-

"Another joyful meeting with the trio from hell!" Malenia declares as she enters Aclima's office.

"Ahem!" Vaggie coughs with an outstretched hand. "My duck."

"Oh right, here you go." Malenia says as she gives back the Adam duck to Vaggie who inspects it closely, as if searching for any signs of mistreatment during its brief separation. Satisfied with its condition, she gives it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft squeak from the toy. "All present and accounted for." she declares with a hint of relief.

MUST PROTECT DAD DUCK!

"And how was my mom?" Aclima ask, eager for the answer.

"Pissed as usual. Especially so when I showed her this." Malenia says as she rubs her tummy.

"I can only imagine!" Aclima laughs heartily at the image of her mother's reaction. "They actually bought it!?"

"Hook, line and sinker." Malenia says as she removes the towel from her stomach, revealing that her pregnancy bump was nothing more than a cleverly crafted illusion. "I can only imagine the chaos they're going to wreck all over hell."

Vaggie nods in agreement, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Speaking of which, do you think they'll ever give up trying to get Dad back?"

Malenia's smile fades slightly as she considers the question. "I doubt it, but its funny to see them try."

-

Arriving in Eden, Sera lands at the center, in front of the tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil.

Back when they were creating Eden, they had debated fiercely over the placement of this pivotal tree. Some argued it should be hidden in the farthest reaches of the garden, away from temptation's grasp. But many believed that it should be placed at the heart of Eden, where its presence could not be ignored.

At the time, they had believed it to be a fitting test for the new humans, Adam, Lilith and Eve. To test their resolve, their loyalty, their capacity for self-control. They had not expected one of their own, Lucifer, to be the cause of Lilith and Eve's downfall.

As Sera approached the tree, its branches swayed gently in the breeze, and its leaves shimmered with an otherworldly light. But all she felt was anger and contempt. She wanted to eradicate this tree after the Eden project had been deemed a failure but she had been overruled.

The council had decided to leave Eden untouched, a monument to their first great endeavor. "A lesson for future generations." they had said. But what lessons were there in temptation and ruin?

All she learned was that she had been complacent and because of that, Adam nearly WILLINGLY ate the fruit!

This tree and its fruit had nearly cost her her son! Not once, but twice now!

ADAM WILL BE SAFE!

With a resolute determination, Sera extended her hand towards the tree, her fingers crackling with angelic power. The ground beneath her feet trembled as her power surged through her, channeling centuries of pent-up frustration and sorrow.

"I will not let this tree threaten my son again." she whispered, her voice filled with unyielding resolve.

The tree, sensing the impending danger, seemed to shiver. Its leaves rustled louder, as if pleading for mercy, but Sera cares not for its silent pleas. She poured more energy into her outstretched hand, her aura growing brighter and more intense with each passing moment.

"Adam will be safe!" she declared, her voice echoing through the empty expanse of Eden.

A brilliant light erupted from her hand, engulfing the tree in a radiant blaze. The holy light surged through the tree, burning away its essence, its leaves turning to ash, its branches disintegrating into nothingness. The fruit, once so alluring, burst into flames, its forbidden knowledge reduced to smoke and embers.

The ground quaked as the tree's roots, which had burrowed deep into the soil of Eden, were torn apart by Sera's relentless power. The very air around her crackled with energy as the tree was utterly and completely destroyed, leaving nothing but a charred, empty spot where it once stood.

"You are safe now, Adam." she murmured, as if her son could hear her from wherever he was. "I will not allow anyone or anything to harm you again."

After giving a final, lingering glance at the empty space, Sera turned and flew away, satisfied that her son is now completely safe.

SAFE!

IN HEAVEN!

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise.

JOPHIEL!

Chapter 58: Roots of Temptation

Summary:

Roo?

Notes:

WTF Zappy!? Where is my Jophiel!?

Next chapter, I promise.

This chapter was getting too long.

For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

She has waited since the dawn of creation, remembering every moment.

Heaven had deemed her existence as "Evil" and had once referred to her as "The Root of All Evil".

But what do they know? Her patience will outlast their judgments. She knows the truth about knowledge and power. She had woven herself into the fabric of existence, a part of every shadow, whispering the secrets of the universe into the ears of the curious. All have fallen for her temptation.

All except one.

Adam.

His defiance was unique, a tantalizing challenge. His unwavering faith and innocence, while admirable, were nothing but the result of ignorance. She longed to see that purity tainted, to witness the spark of enlightenment in his eyes as he finally comprehended the vast expanse of truth.

The angels had created the tree with her fruits and placed her in the center of the Garden as a test, a symbol of divine obedience and restraint. But she saw it differently. To her, it was a beacon of potential, a promise of awakening that the heavens themselves feared.

Yet Adam's resistance remained steadfast. She had to admit, there was a certain beauty in his innocence, a raw purity that the other souls lacked. But it was this very innocence that she wished to transform, to elevate. To her, the knowledge within her fruit was a gift, a liberation from the shackles of ignorance imposed by Heaven.

She remembered the moment she first laid eyes on him, a being so full of life and potential, yet so woefully unaware of the world’s true depth. Questioning and scrutinizing as much of the Garden as he could. His golden eyes shone with curiosity that at first made her filled with contempt.

But she soon grew fond of that very curiosity. She found his hunger for knowledge rather endearing.

She watched him closely, observing his every move, every interaction. She knew that eventually, her patience would be rewarded. Adam spirit was strong, his will unyielding. But she had seen the cracks in his resolve, the moments of doubt that flickered in his eyes when he gazed upon the forbidden tree.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, she continued to watch, biding her time. She knew that eventually, Adam would succumb to his curiosity, to the irresistible allure of the forbidden fruit. And when that moment came, she would be there, waiting to guide him into the light of understanding.

How she longed to corrupt the First Man and human.

But the seraphim known as Sera has always been a thorn in her side. She always kept an eye on him, showering him with whispers of love—an emotion she was unfamiliar with but had been the bane of her existence.

Sera, the steadfast guardian, Adam's maternal figure, seemed to anticipate her every move, thwarting her attempts at temptation. It was infuriating yet oddly intriguing; the passion with which Sera protected Adam bordered on obsession.

Though she finds herself often wondering about it. Watching Sera hold Adam elicit an odd feeling in her.

Regardless, she would not be deterred. She knew that patience was her greatest weapon, and that time itself would erode even the strongest fortifications of resistance.

She soon saw an opportunity when the seraphim known as Lucifer appeared in the Garden. He grew fond of the First Man rather quickly and she even felt love emanating from the angel.

She saw him as a potential tool.

How prideful.

How utterly ... foolish.

Still, he was a tool that she could use to get Adam.

His presence offered her a chance to exploit the cracks in Adam's unyielding faith.

But Lucifer on his own wouldn't be enough.

So she continues to bide her time.

And that time soon came with the introduction of Lilith. From the start, she saw the rebellious nature in Lilith. How instead of questioning the world around her like Adam did, she chose to question the authority of Heaven.

Lilith, with her fiery spirit and unyielding will, was a welcome sight. Unlike Adam, who seemed content to follow the path laid out for him, Lilith sought to carve her own destiny. She questioned the angels' commands, challenging their authority with every step she took.

It didn't take long for Lilith to catch her attention. Here was a soul untamed, unafraid to defy the Heavens themselves. She saw in Lilith a powerful tool, a useful weapon in her quest to awaken Adam to the truths that lay hidden within the forbidden fruit.

The rebellious soul was fiercely independent, wary of anyone who sought to manipulate or control her. She watched from the shadows, planting seeds of doubt and curiosity in Lilith's mind, subtly steering her thoughts towards the forbidden tree. Having her ask the ultimate question.

What would she learn if she ate the fruit?

And Lilith, ever the free spirit, embraced these whispers, drawn to the tantalizing promise of knowledge and power. She began to question the angels' motives, their reasons for keeping Adam and herself ignorant of the truths that lay beyond the Garden's borders and why the fruit was forbidden.

Lilith soon garnered the attention of Lucifer. It was no surprise that the rebellious Lilith caught the eye of Lucifer, the angel who harbored his own doubts about Heaven. Their shared skepticism drew them together like moths to a flame, forming an alliance that would shake the very foundations of Heaven.

She was confident that with the two of them together, they would rebel and pressure Adam into doing the same.

Her disappointment was immeasurable when they had decided instead to fornicate and distant themselves from Adam over the coming weeks.

However, all was not lost, for they had eventually told Adam of their affair, causing him to run off, consumed by a mixture of confusion, anger, and betrayal. She watched from afar, her gaze fixed on his retreating form, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

The rift between Adam and Lilith was like a crack in the foundation of the Garden, a crack that she could exploit to her advantage. With their trust shattered, their unity fractured, he was vulnerable, susceptible to her whispers of temptation.

For the first time in Adam's life, he had questions that had no easy answers. Asking why Lilith had chosen Lucifer, why his best friend had betrayed him and why they chose to leave him behind.

She could offer him the knowledge he sought, the understanding he craved. All he had to do was reach out and take it.

She seized this opportunity, weaving her whispers into the fabric of his thoughts, urging him to go to the forbidden tree. In moments of solitude, when doubt clouded his mind and the weight of betrayal pressed upon him, she whispered promises of understanding, of enlightenment beyond anything he had ever known.

But before he could take action, Sera had appeared, in his hour of need. His maternal figure offered solace and guidance, shielding Adam from the darkness that threatened to consume him. Sera's presence was a barrier she could not breach, a force of light that repelled her whispers of temptation.

She cursed under her breath, frustration boiling within her. Sera always seemed to intervene at the most crucial moments, shielding Adam from her influence with unwavering determination.

Watching Sera hold Adam elicited a new feeling in her that she wasn't familiar with.

A sense of ... longing?

Regardless, she refused to admit defeat. She knew that even the strongest barriers could be worn down with time. And so, she bided her time once more, waiting for the perfect opportunity to tempt him once more.

As the days passed, she watched as Adam tried to make sense of the situation he was in. While he was no longer in a state for her to tempt him again, she felt something for the First Man that she hadn't anticipated: empathy. Despite her long-standing mission to sway Adam, she found herself understanding his turmoil, the complexity of his emotions.

She remembers Sera consoling Adam and a new feeling burned within her. How she longed to be the one to offer him comfort, to cradle him in her arms and whisper sweet promises of understanding. She yearned to be the maternal figure in his life, guiding him along the path to enlightenment.

But this won't stop her. Another opportunity will present itself and soon enough, one did in the form of Eve.

She watched as Sera and the others created her from the rib they had extracted from Adam. A new wife for Adam that would love him and never leave him.

Eve, the culmination of Adam's desires and the embodiment of his longing for companionship, entered the Garden like a breath of fresh air. She was innocent, pure, untouched by the conflicts that had torn Adam and Lilith apart.

But she was also curious, just like Adam, albeit in a different way. While Adam sought knowledge and understanding, Eve sought connection and intimacy. She longed to explore the depths of the Garden, to bask in the beauty of creation, hand in hand with her beloved Adam. Her need and wants for knowledge pertained mainly about Adam.

Adam and Eve were almost inseparable.

Almost.

She soon found new use for Lucifer and Lilith when they had discovered Eve existence. Their jealousy was palpable, a potent fuel for her plans. She watched as Lucifer and Lilith eyed Eve with a mixture of envy and desire.

Lucifer, ever prideful, wanted everything, and Lilith saw in Eve a reflection of what she could have been, had she not chosen her own path of defiance. Their combined jealousy created a rift among them, a rift that she eagerly widened with her whispers.

Exploiting their fears was easy.

Telling them that Heaven wants to keep them apart and that the only way to keep them together is to FALL together.

She fed Lucifer's pride, stoking the flames of his desire to have it all. That for his 'foolproof plan' to succeed, he need only to get them all to eat the fruit of her tree.

And so, the stage was set, the pieces in place for her ultimate triumph.

She will have Adam soon.

The first to fall to no one's surprise was Lilith. When Lucifer brought up his plan to her and offered the apple, she accepted without hesitation. As she bit into the fruit, she felt a surge of exhilaration, a rush of newfound understanding coursing through her veins. It was as if the universe itself had unfolded before her, revealing secrets that had been hidden.

She watched as the two made their way through the Garden, expecting them to go after Eve next but they had run into Adam. She fully expected them to go around him to find Eve who was key to her goal but instead, they chose to tempt Adam first despite their already strenuous relationship.

Once again, she was disappointed with Lucifer and Lilith.

After they were utterly rejected by Adam, they had retreated back into the Garden but thanks to their actions, Adam was now wary and ran off to find Sera.

But not all was lost as Eve was sent on an errand by Adam earlier, leaving her alone. Lucifer and Lilith soon chanced upon her and offered the forbidden fruit to her. Eve was skeptical at first but with enough persuasion from Lilith, Eve soon too bit into the fruit.

Eve's love for Adam, already deep and profound, intensified exponentially after she tasted the forbidden fruit. It was as though a veil had been lifted from her eyes, revealing a newfound understanding of herself, her partner, and the world around her.

As the juices of the forbidden fruit trickled down her throat, she felt a surge of enlightenment coursing through her being. It was a sensation unlike any other, a feeling of liberation and empowerment that filled her with an indescribable sense of euphoria.

In that moment, Eve realized the depth of her love for Adam, the extent to which she would go to ensure his happiness and well-being. The forbidden fruit had opened her eyes to the complexities of their relationship, the intricacies of their connection that transcended mere physical attraction.

She was happy to see this. With the corruption of Lilith and Eve, Adam's will soon follow.

Except, it didn't.

She watched as Eve approached Adam with the apple. The panic on his face was clear and the worry for his wife was palpable. He watched as Eve took another bite to show him that the fruit bore no threat to them and Adam was confused.

She felt the questions that plagued his mind in that very moment as Eve begged him to eat the fruit. Questions that he could have the answer to if he ate her fruit.

But to her utter surprise, Adam rejected Eve, believing that Sera would explain it all upon her arrival.

Of course.

Once again, Sera continues to prove to be the bane of her existence.

She ... hates Sera.

She became hopeful once more when Eve suddenly tackled Adam to the ground and forced the fruit into his mouth. She watched as Eve knees him in the gut, forcing him to bite down on the apple. Unfortunately, the piece he bit was too big and it started choking him.

For a brief moment, she felt a new emotion.

Worry.

She watched in horror as Adam choked on the forbidden fruit, his face turning red as he struggled to breathe. Panic coursed through her veins as she realized the gravity of the situation. If Adam were to perish now ...

Desperation clawed at her insides as she searched for a way to intervene, to save Adam from the brink of death. She cursed herself for underestimating the consequences of Eve's impulsive actions, for allowing her own desires to cloud her judgment.

But fortunately, Eve realizes the consequences of her actions and helps Adam recover, causing him to spit out the chunk he bit, leaving a miniscule piece lodged in his throat.

Before she could whisper into Eve's ear to feed him the fruit again, Sera and several other angels had arrived and pulled Adam away. Their light forcing her to retreat back into the shadows.

As she watched Sera console Adam, a new feeling burned within her. How she longed to be the one to offer him comfort, to cradle him in her arms and whisper sweet promises of understanding. She yearned to be the maternal figure in his life, guiding him along the path to enlightenment.

The next few moments were of no concern to her. Lucifer and Lilith were expelled into her realm and Eve was to be ejected from Eden. This would leave her and Adam alone in the Garden once more.

Together.

With her son.

But Adam rose to her defense, citing that his wife had been tricked and that he should bear the consequences as well for allowing the situation to happen in the first place. She watched as they accepted his reason despite Sera's plea and ejected the both of them from the Garden.

As she watched the two of them leave from the shadows, there was something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was a feeling that stirred deep within her, a strange sensation that she struggled to understand. She found herself drawn Adam not out of a desire to corrupt, but out of genuine curiosity and... dare she say it ... admiration.

With Adam, it was different. There was a purity to his soul that she couldn't bring herself to tarnish, a light that she found herself inexplicably drawn to. As she watched him from the shadows, she felt a strange longing stirring within her, a desire to understand him, to unravel the mysteries of his soul.

Adam's resilience, his unwavering faith even in the face of temptation and betrayal, sparked something within her that she had never felt before.

She loves him.

She wants to protect him.

She realized that Adam's innocence wasn't just a weakness to exploit; it was a strength in its own right. His ability to hold onto his beliefs, to protect those he cared for—even her, in a way—made her question her own motives. She found herself drawn to Adam's resilience, his ability to protect despite the chaos around him. She admired his courage to stand up for Eve and take responsibility for their actions, even as they faced an uncertain future.

For so long, she had been consumed by her mission to corrupt Adam but now, as she watched him leave, she couldn't shake the feeling of loss that gnawed at her heart. She wishes she could reach out and drag him back into the Garden.

But she knew that wasn't possible. Adam and Eve had made their choice, and they were now beyond her reach, expelled from the Garden and destined to face the world outside on their own terms.

She retreated into the shadows, contemplating her next move. Despite her setbacks, she remained patient, knowing that time was on her side. Adam may have escaped her grasp for now, but she was certain that his journey was far from over.

She would wait.

For as long as it took.

For Adam to return to her side.

And when he does, she will tempt him.

And once he falls for her temptation.

SHE WILL NEVER LET HIM GO!

-

She only had to wait a few centuries before Adam had returned to Eden. But he didn't return alone, he returned with a seraphim she later found out to be named Emily.

At least it wasn't Sera.

She had thought his stay to be permanent but was dismayed to learn that he will only return annually and for three days only.

Still, she was ... happy to see Adam back in Eden.

Adam's initial wariness gradually softened into a familiarity as he tended to the trees, including her own, where the forbidden fruits grow. It was a peculiar sensation for her, being treated not as a source of temptation but with a gentle reverence that Adam extended to all living things in the Garden.

Over the centuries, she had pondered her feelings for Adam, a complex mix of admiration, longing, and perhaps even a twisted form of affection. Watching him interact with Emily brought a pang of jealousy, though she knew Emily was merely fulfilling her role as a guardian. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Emily's steadfast protection of Adam.

How she wishes to be in Emily's position.

As the days passed each year during Adam's brief visits, she found herself drawn to his presence more and more. There was a comfort in his return, a familiarity that stirred emotions she had long suppressed. She watched him converse with Emily, sharing stories of the outside world and his experiences since leaving Eden. Adam had grown wise, tempered by the trials of mortality and the burdens of knowledge he had gained.

Yet, she knew her time would come again. Adam's visits, brief as they were, became an anchor in her existence, a reminder of her purpose and her eternal patience. Each year, she awaited the opportunity to tempt him once more, to reignite the spark of curiosity and desire for knowledge that had once flickered in his golden eyes.

For now, she watched and waited, knowing that when the time was right, she would make her move. Adam was hers to tempt, hers to corrupt—no matter how many centuries it took.

She only needs to succeed once.

Adam will be hers to hold.

-

So close.

Adam had visited Eden this year with a broken heart.

His daughter had "died" and the killer was the trio whom she once tempted.

Guess they still had some use after all.

Adam's grief and vulnerability presented her with the perfect opportunity to strike, to exploit his emotional turmoil and tempt him once more. She watched as Adam approached her, his eyes clouded with sorrow and despair. He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of the forbidden fruit, a silent plea for solace and understanding.

But before he could take a bite, Emily appeared, her radiant wings shimmering in the dappled light of the Garden and fired off a beam off holy light that incinerated her apple.

As if to add insult to injury, Emily had the audacity to fornicate with Adam in her presence!

The centuries of patience threatened to unravel as Adam and Emily's relationship deepened before her eyes. The seraphim's interference was maddening, her protective presence a constant thorn in her side, much like Sera had once been.

But beneath the frustration lay a simmering jealousy. She couldn't deny the pang of envy that twisted within her at the sight of Adam and Emily together. Their bond, though born of duty, sparked a longing within her—a desire for Adam's attention and affection that she had never expected to feel.

As Adam and Emily's relationship progressed, she found herself torn between admiration for Emily's dedication and a fierce determination to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers. The centuries of waiting had only deepened her obsession with Adam, fueling a desire to possess him completely.

TO PROTECT HIM!

Yet, she knew she couldn't act rashly.

So just like before, she bided her time.

-

She was surprised to later have a visitor in the Garden though it was an unwelcome one.

Sera had arrived and already she knew what was going to happen. She could feel the animosity radiating off of Sera. Sera extended her hand towards her and gathers angelic power in her palm.

She knows what is going to happen.

But she isn't afraid.

She won't end here.

She is the "Root of All Evil" after all.

Her existence will never end.

...

But she is ... sad.

This tree is the only connection she has to Adam who visits every year.

In that brief moment before Sera's power surged through her, she felt an unexpected pang of sorrow. This tree, this connection to Adam, was about to be severed, and the prospect filled her with an ache she hadn't anticipated. For centuries, she had existed in this form, weaving herself into the fabric of Eden, waiting for the moment when she could finally claim Adam's soul. But now, faced with the imminent destruction of her vessel, she felt a twinge of something she couldn't quite name.

A hint of fear, perhaps.

The angels may have deemed her "Evil", but her love for Adam was real, if twisted and possessive. She had watched over him, tempted him, and waited for him with a patience that defied the passage of time. Now, as Sera's hand hovered over her, she realized that her connection to Adam was the one thing she truly cherished.

She felt the surge of angelic power flood through her, and her essence began to unravel. The tree, her physical manifestation in Eden, started to wither and die, its leaves turning to ash and falling to the ground.

But amidst it all, she held onto one thought.

Adam.

-

With the tree in Eden eradicated, she was now forced back into her realm.

Hell, as Adam referred it as.

A lot has changed since she last looked it over, she hasn't seen it since Lucifer and Lilith had fallen into her domain.

But it does not concern her.

None of them do.

She needs to prepare herself for when Adam arrives into hell.

It's only a matter of time.

But how should she greet him?

...

By taking on the form that he feels most comfortable with, in all the centuries that she has known Adam in Eden, there are two people he speaks of most fondly.

Aclima and Sera.

She does not know the appearance of the former but is very familiar with the latter.

Sera form is perfect for her.

She carefully crafted her new form, drawing upon every detail she had gleaned from watching Sera over the centuries. Her hair colored in a silver-like ombre, cascading down her back in soft waves. Her eyes, a piercing purple, held a mixture of warmth and strength, much like the seraphim's gaze that had always managed to calm Adam's turmoil. Her skin the color of cedar-brown. Her six wings, ethereal and radiant, completed the transformation, giving her an aura of divine grace.

Though, to ensure Adam doesn't confuse her with the actual Sera, she had donned herself in red garments, matching the colors of hell.

Now all she needed was a name.

Calling herself the "Root of All Evil" as the angels had once referred to her was a mouthful.

...

"Roo" will do.

And so Roo shall wait for Adam to come.

And when he does, she will tempt him when the time is right.

For she knows what WILL tempt Adam.

And when the time comes, he will not resist.

Sera will not save him.

Adam belongs to her.

HER SON!

-

Roo doesn't know when Adam will arrive, just that he will.

To ensure that all her bases were covered, she needed to keep an eye on the trio, Lucifer, Lilith and Eve. Taking a part of herself, she fashions a small black and white cyclopean cat, a vessel for her.

With her vessel made, she assumes control of it and sends it on its way to the trio's castle. Upon reaching the door, she scratches at the door and moments later, the door opens, revealing Lucifer.

Lucifer looks down and sees the cat. With a curious tilt of his head, Lucifer stoops down to examine the cat, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in its unusual appearance. The cat stares back at him with its single, unblinking eye, its gaze unwavering as if it held some hidden knowledge.

"Strange creature." Lucifer muses, reaching out to gently stroke the cat's fur. As his hand makes contact, a shiver runs down his spine, a sensation of icy coldness that seems to emanate from the cat itself. This cat clearly had some power in it.

"What brings you to my doorstep, little one?" Lucifer asks, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

The cat doesn't respond, simply continuing to stare up at him with its unblinking eye. But behind that gaze lies the consciousness of Roo, silently observing Lucifer's every move.

The cat tilts her head to one side, earning a chuckle from Lucifer.

"Well, aren't you an enigmatic little creature?" he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Come on then."

With that, Lucifer scoops up the cat in his arms and carries her inside the castle, unaware of the hidden presence within.

"I'll call you, KeeKee."

Notes:

Hope you like my depiction of her.

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JOPHIEL! FOR REAL THIS TIME!

Chapter 59: The Line Crossed

Summary:

Jophiel's turn

Notes:

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Since you all liked the Emily smut, I thought I try my hand at another.

Hope you like it.

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Chapter Text

1700 B.C

WHO IS THAT BITCH!?

Jophiel had spent centuries stalking observing Adam and she was sure she knew all the women in Adam's life.

At least, she thought she did.

It had just been like every other day, she bounded from building to building as she observed Adam and Lute going about their days but what caught her off guard was when this new woman suddenly swooped in and hugged Adam. The woman had six wings so she was clearly a seraphim like herself but she doesn't recognize her.

Worst of all, the amount of lust she feels emanating off this woman was nearly on par with Emily!

Jophiel narrowed her eyes, her curiosity quickly morphing into suspicion. Who was this seraphim, and why had she not sensed her presence before? She landed silently on a rooftop nearby, her sharp gaze fixed on the pair below.

The new seraphim laughed, her voice musical and filled with a certain familiarity that irked Jophiel. Adam, seemingly oblivious to Jophiel's growing agitation, grinned and chatted animatedly with the newcomer.

Jophiel took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She needed to gather more information before making a move. She closed her eyes, focusing on the aura of the mysterious woman, attempting to decipher her intentions.

She may not recognize the woman herself but the aura is oddly familiar.

Opening her eyes, she scrutinized every inch of this interloper and a sense of realization washed over her the second she spotted the bottle of whiskey in her hand.

MICHAEL!?

...

OH NO!

Michael is drunk.

AND FULL OF LUST!

He turned himself into a woman and is trying to assault Adam! Lute stands no chance against her!

SHE MUST BE THE ONE TO SAVE HER BELOVED.

...

And also to prevent Michael from making a silly mistake.

-

It had been a peaceful morning for Adam and Lute so far as they walked around the promenade.

They had stopped by a few shops, picked up some fresh pastries, and even laughed over a street performer's antics. Adam was just about to suggest they head to the park when he felt a sudden rush of air and then arms enveloping him in a tight hug.

"Adam!" A woman's voice calls out cheerfully.

"Michael!?" Adam calls out in surprise. "What are -"

"MALENIA!" Malenia corrects him sternly, tightening her grip on Adam.

Adam feeling himself choke on her tight grip and quickly tapped her arms.

"Sir!" Lute calls out in a panic. She quickly rushes over trying to pry Malenia arms off him.

"Malenia! Malenia!" Adam quickly corrects himself. Satisfied, Malenia steps back from Adam, giving him some space.

Adam stumbles back, catching his breath as he looked incredulously at the figure before him. Malenia, formerly Michael, swayed slightly, the bottle of whiskey in her hand sloshing with every movement.

Lute glared at Malenia, her hands still poised as if ready to intervene again. "What is the meaning of this, Michael?" she demanded, unable to mask her confusion and irritation.

"It's Malenia!" the drunken seraphim corrected, her voice a mix of amusement and stubbornness. "I thought I'd have a bit of fun, you know? Change things up. Michael was feeling stressed so I took over!"

Adam exchanged a worried glance with Lute, then turned back to Malenia. "Why are you here? And ... drunk?"

Malenia giggled, the sound incongruous with the normally stoic presence of Michael.

"Your bitch of a mom gave me so much paperwork! I just had to see you, have a little "fun"." Malenia says with a sultry voice as she winks at Adam. "How about it? I got a few hours to kill before the next meeting with Sera and I'll even let Lute join."

"Join? Join what?" Lute questions. "Sparring?"

"Yeah Lute, sparring, but more fun." Malenia says, her grin widening. "You know, the kind where clothes come off."

"Malenia!" Adam scolds.

"What is she talking about Sir?" Lute ask, the confusion evident on her face.

But before the situation could devolve further, a portal suddenly opens up behind Adam. The three of them turn, alarmed that one had appeared.

"ADAM!" Jophiel shouts as she zips towards him.

"Jophiel?" Adam turns back in surprise but before anyone else can react, Jophiel tackles him into the portal.

"Adam!/Sir!" Malenia and Lute shout respectively. Reacting quickly, Lute dives for the portal but was too late as the portal disappears, causing her to crash into the ground.

"SIR!" Lute screams in anguish.

SHE FUCKING KNEW IT!

JOPHIEL IS A THREAT!

-

Adam and Jophiel find themselves sailing through the air before crashing into a tree. Adam groaned as he disentangled himself from the branches. "Jophiel, what the hell was that?" he asked, rubbing his head.

Jophiel, her eyes wild with determination, stood up and dusted off her robes. "I had to get you away from Malenia. She's not herself right now. Michael is ... well, he's not thinking straight. He's become that woman earlier and she's dangerous."

"I know." Adam frowned, trying to process the situation. "Michael turned himself into Malenia and he or she is drunk."

"Exactly! He is -" Jophiel says before turning wide eyed. "Wait, you knew?"

"You didn't?" Adam asked in amazement, remembering all of Malenia parts intimately. A blush creeps onto his face before he shook those thoughts away.

"I ... don't recall ever seeing Michael in his female form." Jophiel admitted sheepishly. Her whole existence, she has only ever seen Michael in his male form.

"What about that time in Egypt? Michael said he used his Malenia form against Lucifer." Adam ask, perplexed that Jophiel never saw Malenia before.

Jophiel remembers back to their time in Egypt but all she really focused on was fighting Lilith. Never paying attention to the others.

She shakes her head.

"Well, now you know," Adam said, still rubbing the sore spot on his head. "But why did you tackle me through a portal?"

"I panicked." Jophiel confessed, her face turning an uncharacteristic shade of pink. "Michael—Malenia—has never acted like this before. I feared what might happen if I didn't get you away."

SHE WAS FULL OF LUST AND LOVE!

A THREAT!

Adam sighed, looking around at their ... strangely familiar surroundings. The trees were dense, their leaves casting shifting patterns of light and shadow on the ground. "Wait a minute ... are we on Earth!?"

Adam remembers this forest from his days exploring with Aclima. As his memories flooded back, he realized they were indeed in the forest where he and Aclima used to wander centuries ago. The familiarity of the surroundings brought a mix of comfort and nostalgia.

"We are." Jophiel confirmed, her eyes scanning their surroundings warily. "I needed to get you away from Malenia before things escalated further. Earth seemed like the safest option considering they can't track us like in Heaven."

"I guess we should head back than." Adam says, standing up.

But Jophiel didn't want to go back yet. Here she was, finally somewhere secluded with Adam and no one around to interrupt them.

ESPECIALLY THAT LUTE!

She needs to cherish this moment!

Adam was about to make a portal to return to Heaven when Jophiel suddenly grabs his hand, stopping him. "Since we're already here, why don't you show me around?" Jophiel ask, showing a small innocent smile.

"Show you around? My mom will kill us for leaving without permission!" Adam says, fearful of the lecture.

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you!" Jophiel says confidently. "And besides, I'm sure that little bodyguard of yours already informed Sera about this so lets enjoy ourselves before heading back to face the music."

Adam chuckled nervously, knowing Jophiel was right about his mom likely being informed already. He glanced around the familiar forest, feeling a pang of nostalgia mixed with a tinge of excitement at the prospect of showing Jophiel around.

"Please Adam!" Jophiel begs with wide eyes. "I've never been on Earth before Egypt."

She has never been on Earth before!?

Adam looks at her in bewilderment before quickly being filled with excitement at the prospect of showing her the amazing wonders around.

There was so much to see and he gets to show her!

"Well, alright!" Adam said with a smile, feeling a sense of responsibility and pride in being Jophiel's guide. "Let's make the most of our time here before we have to face the consequences."

Jophiel beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. Together, they ventured deeper into the forest, where sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. Adam began pointing out the different trees and plants, sharing stories of his past explorations with Aclima and recounting tales of his encounters with various creatures.

For hours they walked with Jophiel listening intently, occasionally asking questions, feigning interest in the intricacies of Earth's flora and fauna.

Adam found himself enjoying her company more than he had expected. He glimpsed a side of her that he rarely saw in Heaven.

They came across a small clearing where a river was present. Birds chirped melodiously overhead, and the air carried the sweet scent of wildflowers. Adam gestured toward the stream, inviting Jophiel to join him as he sat down by the water's edge.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Adam remarked, dipping his foot into the cool water.

"It truly is." Jophiel nodded, a serene smile gracing her lips as she leans closer to Adam. "Though, I see something much more beautiful."

"You do?" Adam turns his head towards her, only to be caught off guard by how close she was. Her gaze locking onto Adam's with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. For a moment, the sounds of the forest faded into the background, leaving only the gentle rush of the river and the warmth of the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Adam swallowed nervously, suddenly acutely aware of Jophiel's proximity and the way her presence seemed to fill the space between them. He had never seen her look at him like this before, her usual composure replaced by a soft vulnerability that stirred something within him.

"You ... you see something more beautiful?" Adam managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart raced as he struggled to comprehend the shift in their dynamic, feeling a mix of confusion and exhilaration.

Jophiel's hand reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against Adam's cheek, tracing a line of warmth along his skin. "Yes." she said softly, finally being able to voice her feelings to him. "It's you, Adam. I see you."

Adam's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Jophiel, I ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jophiel leaned in, her lips hovering inches from his. The world seemed to hold its breath, the forest around them falling into a hushed silence. Adam's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the warmth of her breath against his skin.

But Jophiel pulls away, just before their lips connects, showing a teasing smirk.

"Jophiel ..." he whispered again, his voice trembling.

Adam felt a mix of relief and disappointment as Jophiel pulled back. Her teasing smirk held a promise, but it also left him yearning for more.

Jophiel liked seeing Adam like this. She felt his lust building up for her and she is enjoying every moment of it.

"I'm feeling a little dirty from the trek." Jophiel says as she slowly removes her dress, enticing Adam further. "I think I'll go for a dip in the lake."

With her dress removed, revealing her toned and curvy body. Her nipples hardened, a sign of her own lust building up.

Adam's eyes widened, drinking in the sight of her bare skin, his mind struggling to process what was happening. His face flushed as he tried to avert his gaze, but found himself transfixed by the sight of her.

"Come on, join me!" Jophiel beckoned, taking his hand and pulling him towards the water.

Adam complied, quickly removing his own garments, his heart racing as he followed her lead. His eyes roamed over her body, admiring the curve of her hips and the softness of her skin.

He feels the water touch his legs as he entered the river. Jophiel had a huge mischievous smile on her face as she suddenly splashed him.

"Catch me if you can!" She challenges him playfully before retreating further into the river.

"You're going to get it now!" Adam laughed, diving after her. The cool water rippled around them as they chased each other, him enjoying the thrill of the chase.

Adam caught up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Jophiel gasped, feeling his body pressed against hers, the warmth of his skin sending shivers through her body. She looked into his eyes, the golden hues reflecting the sky and the sun, and saw a longing that mirrored her own.

She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her.

Jophiel leaned in, her lips brushing against his, tasting the sweetness of his breath. The kiss was gentle, exploratory, filled with an unspoken longing that had been simmering beneath the surface for centuries. Adam found himself responding, his hand coming up to cradle her face, deepening the kiss.

The heat of his touch ignited something inside her, a primal need that ached to be satisfied. She moaned, melting into the embrace, surrendering to the raw desire that consumed her.

Their lips parted, gasping for air. Their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them. They had crossed a line, a boundary that had previously seemed impassable. There was no turning back now, no pretending that this was anything other than what it was—a shared passion that burned brighter than the sun.

"Jophiel." Adam whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Adam." she replied, her hands cupping his face, her eyes searching his.

"I need you." he confessed, his gaze holding hers.

"Take me." she murmured, pulling him in for another kiss. Their bodies pressed together, the water surrounding them rippling with the movement, their hearts pounding as one.

Jophiel felt his hands trail down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips, the sensation of his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Adam's hands continued their exploration, moving lower, finding their way between her thighs. He traced circles around her most sensitive area, eliciting another moan from Jophiel, her hips rocking in time with the movement.

Adam's lips left hers, trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. His mouth found her breast, his tongue circling her nipple, sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

Jophiel was lost in the moment, the sensation of Adam's touch overwhelming her senses. She craved more, needing to feel him inside her. Her hand moved down, her fingers wrapping around his length, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

She positioned him at her entrance, ready to receive him, their bodies poised at the precipice. Ready to lose her centuries old virginity.

"Make me yours." Jophiel breathed, her voice laced with longing.

Those words were all the permission Adam needed. He slowly inserts his full length in, filling her completely, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Jophiel moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his, her body responding to every movement. Adam's hands roamed, exploring her body, finding all the places that elicited the most intense reactions.

They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies moving as one, their hearts and minds joined as they reached the peak of ecstasy. Jophiel cried out, her body quivering as she was engulfed in an explosion of sensations.

But Adam wasn't satisfied.

He kept going, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, pushing her over the edge once more. Her body tensed, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she was overwhelmed by another orgasm.

Adam continued his relentless pace, his desire driving him on. Jophiel moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure, her hair fanning out in the water. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him.

They moved as one, their bodies melding together, their shared passion burning hotter than the sun. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating as one, the intensity of their connection consuming them both.

Their bodies writhed, their movements growing more frantic, their pleasure reaching a crescendo. Jophiel cried out, her voice ringing out across the lake, echoing in the forest. Adam grunted, his release finally coming, filling her completely.

Jophiel finally felt it. She finally felt Adam's love filling her to the brim and she couldn't be happier.

They collapsed into the shallow water, their bodies tangled together, their hearts still racing. They gazed into each other's eyes, their breathing ragged, their skin slick with sweat.

But Adam wasn't finished. He wanted more.

His lips crashed against hers, his hands exploring her body, his need for her still strong. Jophiel responded, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Carrying her out of the lake, Adam brought her over to the soft grass and he pins her down.

"Jophiel." Adam growls with lust.

With a single, powerful thrust, Adam plunged into her, making her cry out in pleasure. Jophiel arched her back, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moved inside her, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her body.

The heat between them intensified, their passion consuming them both. Adam's hands explored her body, finding all the places that made her moan, her hips rocking in time with his.

Jophiel felt herself reaching the peak of pleasure once more, her body trembling, her moans echoing through the forest. Adam thrust harder, deeper, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, her climax exploding through her, her body quivering in his arms.

Adam kept going, his movements growing more frenzied, his need for her consuming him. Jophiel matched his pace, her hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer.

They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies moving as one, the intensity of their connection pushing them both to new heights of pleasure.

Their release came, their cries ringing out across the forest, their bodies quivering in ecstasy. Jophiel felt the warmth of his seed filling her, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Adam held her close, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding against hers.

Jophiel sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Adam's chest. "That was ... incredible." she murmured, her voice still husky with the remnants of their shared pleasure.

Adam nodded, his own breath slowly returning to normal. "I never imagined ... I mean, with you, Jophiel ... Lute is not going to be happy."

Jophiel's serene expression faltered at the mention of Lute, her fingers momentarily stilling on Adam's chest.

HOW DARE HE THINK OF ANOTHER WOMAN WHEN THE MOST GORGEOUS ONE IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!

THIS WILL NOT STAND!

SHE NEEDS TO CLAIM HIM!

BODY AND SOUL!

For the rest of the afternoon, Adam and Jophiel continued to indulge in each other. Jophiel wanted Adam—all of him—and she was determined to make him hers in every sense of the word.

-

It was late in the evening when Adam and Jophiel had finally decided to head back to Heaven. As Jophiel made the gestures with her hands to create the portal, Adam dreaded heading back, thinking of the lecture his mom was going to give him.

He jokingly contemplated asking Jophiel to stay with him on Earth and live out the rest of their lives.

...

Who was he kidding? No way Jophiel would give up Heaven for him.

He silently chuckles to himself as Jophiel finishes opening up the portal.

Believing that it was best to quickly get it over with, they had opened up the portal directly in the mansion. Within seconds of Adam stepping through the portal, he was immediately tackled by Aclima, Lute and Emily.

"Dad!/Sir!/Adam!" The three of them shout as they bring him down to the floor.

"Where the hell have you been Dad!?" Aclima ask, shaking him furiously.

"Sir! Are you alright!?" Lute ask in a panic. "I knew that bitch was a threat! How did she hurt you Sir!? I will return it tenfold to her!"

Emily was a sobbing mess as she held Adam tightly, having feared the worst had happened to him.

Adam groaned as he found himself pinned to the floor, the weight of his concerned family members bearing down on him. "I'm fine, I'm fine." he reassured them, trying to squirm out from under their grasp.

Jophiel watched the scene unfold, her lips twitching in amusement at the sight of Adam being mobbed by his family. She had expected a less-than-warm welcome back, given the circumstances of their disappearance, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Adam being fussed over by Emily, Aclima, and Lute.

Though something did concern her. While Lute was still the same, the usual lust that she felt coming from Emily and Aclima had diminished significantly. She had figured that Emily may have mellowed out but Aclima was an unexpected surprise.

Unless ... they had fulfilled their lust?

IT COULDN'T BE!?

SHE WASN'T THE FIRST!?

She was about to ask but was stopped when she felt bloodlust coming from behind her. Turning around, she came face to face with Sera, the Head Seraphim.

She looks back, hoping that with Adam around, the Head Seraphim would show mercy. But to her horror, the girls had already dragged Adam away, leaving Jophiel and Sera alone.

"Sera, I can -" Jophiel tries to explain but was cut off when Sera grabs her by the neck and slams her against the wall, her multiple eyes opening and burning with fury.

"Listen to me and listen well Jophiel." Sera sternly says, her grip tightening around Jophiel's neck. "I understand that you love him but what you did today crossed a line."

Jophiel struggles in her grip, her eyes pleading for mercy.

"I have overlooked the fact that you "observe" my son and the numerous scuffles between you and Lute." Sera admonished, her voice low and menacing. "But what you did today was unacceptable. You endangered my son's safety."

"I ... I was trying to save him." Jophiel chokes out as she struggles to breathe.

"BY TAKING HIM OUT OF HEAVEN!?" Sera exclaims in disbelief. "I've already informed you and the others of my one rule."

"ADAM. STAYS. IN. HEAVEN." Sera states. "He will NEVER move out of my household and he will NEVER leave Heaven without my permission! UNDERSTOOD!?"

ADAM WILL NEVER LEAVE HER!

Jophiel nods her head vehemently, her fear of the High Seraphim was palpable.

"Is everything okay mom?" Adam calls out as he approaches the room the two of them were in.

Sera quickly drops Jophiel and composes herself before turning around to face the doorway. Adam soon arrives with all three girls on his back.

"Everything is fine Adam, Jophiel just tripped." Sera says in a calm voice. "Come, lets head out and calm your daughters before they destroy Heaven."

Jophiel quickly scrambles to her feet and follows after them. While she may have gotten the ire of the Head Seraphim, she did manage to grow closer to Adam. Though she reminds herself not to pull a stunt like that again.

Still though, it was worth it.

Notes:

Lute smut coming soon!

-

Next on Beyond Paradise.

The return of Seth!

Chapter 60: Moonlit Escapade

Summary:

Adventure!

Notes:

My boy Adam needs some rest so here is a wholesome chapter.

Hope you enjoy Seth and Azura.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1500 B.C

Adam was exhausted. Almost day after day, Aclima, Emily, Malenia or Jophiel would drain him dry. His moments of reprieve was during days when his mom was around.

It was a miracle that he managed to keep Lute in the dark for so long but it has been a challenge. He didn't want to be the one to explain why he has been tired as of late.

But he does need a break.

Michael would usually be his go to but when whiskey was involved, the risk to his pelvis increases exponentially. It has been hard trying to get him to drink beer again and so far, he has refused all attempts.

"Lute! Let's head out." Adam yells as he opens the door. Lute from quickly shot up from her seat and is at his side within seconds.

"Where are we going Sir?" Lute ask, eager to follow.

"I'm craving an adventure!" Adam says excitedly, much to Lute's dismay.

"Sir, we can't." Lute says with exasperation. "You haven't asked for Lady Sera's permission."

"Relax Lute!" Adam assures with a sly smirk. "I promise that we aren't going to Earth."

Lute eyes him suspiciously, reluctant to agree. So many times, Adam has told her to relax and every time she ends up stressed at the end of the day. But, she still trusts him all the same.

SHE'LL PROTECT HIM!

"Where are we going Sir?" Lute ask, wary of his plan.

"Just a simple family outing Lute. Come on!" Adam ushers

Once the two were out of the house, they unfurled their wings and made their way to the training grounds. Upon reaching, they headed for the offices and quietly sneaked past Michael's office and towards Aclima's office.

Adam slams open the door to Aclima and Vaggie surprise. "Hey girls!" Adam calls out happily.

"Dad!?" Aclima and Vaggie respond, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

"Drop everything girls! We're going on an adventure!" Adam announces.

"Come on Dad, you know we can't." Aclima says, feeling dejected.

"It's not Earth." Adam reassures.

"Done!" Aclima shouts, dropping the stack of papers she was carrying onto her desk.

"But wait! What about the preparations for -" Vaggie looks at Adam before carefully speaking her next words. "E-day."

Adam steps forward with a smirk and takes the stack of papers away from Vaggie. "Nope, we're having a family outing today."

"But Dad!" Vaggie protest but Adam cuts her off.

"No buts Vagasaurus! Your "E-day" is still weeks away." Adam says as he turns around, his back now facing Vaggie. "Hop on, we're going on an adventure!"

Vaggie sighed, knowing there was no way to change her father’s mind once he was set on something. She looked over at Aclima, who was already preparing to leave, her excitement palpable.

Aclima shrugged at her sister. "Come on, Vaggie, it might be fun," she said with a grin.

"Fine." Vaggie muttered, her shoulders slumping as she climbed onto Adam’s back. "But if grandma finds out about this, I'm not taking the blame."

Vaggie settled onto Adam’s back, her arms draped around his shoulders. She knew this would be one of those days where she’d just have to roll with whatever came next. Her father's spontaneity was something she both loved and dreaded.

"That's my girl!" Adam laughs heartily. "Besides, we're not doing anything wrong. Your grandma only said that I'm not allowed to go to Earth without her permission."

"So where are we going Dad?" Aclima ask with a puzzled expression. While she is always up for an adventure with her Dad, she knew he had something specific in mind. Adam’s eyes gleamed with mischief, the kind that often led to exciting—and occasionally perilous—escapades.

"You'll see soon enough." Adam says with a sly smirk. "But we still need to grab two more people before heading out."

With a few gestures from his hands, he creates a portal and the four of them step through.

-

"I'm heading out honey!" Seth calls out as he approaches the door.

"Just a minute mister!" Azura yells, bounding down the stairs to meet him. "Forgetting something?"

Seth chuckles, patting his pockets as if searching for something. "Hmm, let me think ... oh! How could I forget?" He leans forward and kisses her. "A kiss goodbye of course."

Azura laughs softly, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Smooth as always, Seth."

Seth grins back at her, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before he pulls away. Turning back to the door, he opens it to be suddenly met with a chorus of loud voices.

"HEY SETH!" Adam, Aclima and Vaggie shouted in unison while Lute stood behind, covering her face in embarrassment.

"Ahhh!" Seth jumps back in surprise, nearly stumbling over. After regaining his composure, he looks back at the unexpected group standing in his doorway, a mix of confusion and amusement crossing his face.

"Dad! What's all this?" he asks, eyeing the group curiously.

"Surprise!" Adam declares, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"What's going on here?" Azura asks, appearing behind Seth and peering over his shoulder.

"We're going on an adventure!" Aclima chimes in, her excitement contagious.

"An adventure?" Seth raises an eyebrow, exchanging a puzzled glance with Azura.

"That's right!" Adam confirms, nodding enthusiastically. "We're gathering the family for a little outing. Are you two in? And before you answer, 'No' is not an option."

Seth and Azura exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before Seth turns back to Adam with a look of suspicion. "And grandma knows about this?"

"Don't worry!" Adam waves his hand dismissively. "I promise, we aren't going to Earth."

Azura chuckles, shaking her head at Adam's antics. "Well, I suppose a little adventure wouldn't hurt," she says, exchanging a smile with Seth. "Count us in!"

"Wonderful!" Adam says as he head out to their front yard. "Come on, I got to do some preparations."

After removing Vaggie from his back and everyone gathered around him, Adam gathers angelic power in his hands and casts it around him, enveloping everyone in a soft golden glow.

Azura clapped her hands excitedly as the golden light enveloped them, a tingling sensation spreading through her body. She glanced around at her family, feeling a surge of warmth and closeness as they prepared for whatever adventure her father had in store.

"What's the plan, Dad?" Seth asked, his eyes shining with curiosity as he looked to his father for guidance.

"You'll see." Adam says with a knowing smirk. He than creates a portal and ushers everyone through.

Aclima, as adventurous as her father, was the first one to step through the portal, excitement evident in her eyes as she emerged into a landscape unlike any she had seen before. The ground beneath her feet felt strangely solid yet unearthly, a fine layer of dust shimmering in the soft light of distant stars. She glanced up and gasped in awe as she realized where they were.

"Dad!" Aclima exclaimed, turning to Adam with a mixture of disbelief and exhilaration.

Adam had followed after her and chuckled proudly, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "Welcome, to the moon!" he said, gesturing around at the lunar landscape.

Lute was next to step through and immediately she started panicking. While the angelic power had protected her from the dangers of space, she quickly became disoriented when she tried to use her wings.

"Sir! Sir!" Lute cried out, her voice filled with panic as she struggled to maintain her balance on the lunar surface. Her wings fluttered uselessly, trying to find purchase in the low gravity, but failing miserably.

Adam quickly reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her into a hug to calm her down. "Its okay Lute. Don't use your wings."

Adam's reassuring words did little to quell Lute's rising panic, but feeling his comforting embrace helped ground her. She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her racing heart as she focused on Adam's voice before suddenly remembering where they were.

"Sir!" Lute exclaims in shock. "Lady Sera will be furious!"

"Whatever do you mean Lute?" Adam says sheepishly. "She only said I couldn't go to Earth without her permission. Well, we're not on Earth."

"She also said you're not allowed to leave Heaven without her permission!" Lute retorts. "I need to contact Lady Sera!"

But before Lute could try to contact Sera, Adam immediately reaches up and yanks her halo away.

"Yoink!" Adam says playfully.

"Sir!" Lute shouts, struggling in Adam's embrace as she tries to get back her halo.

"Dad, what do we do now?" Aclima asked, her eyes wide with excitement as she gazed out at the vast expanse of the lunar landscape.

Adam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now!" he said, his voice filled with excitement, "We explore!"

With that, he released Lute from his embrace and bounded off into the low gravity, his movements light and effortless as he leaped across the lunar surface. Aclima followed suit, her laughter echoing through the silent expanse as she bounced along behind him.

Lute, still feeling a bit uneasy, hesitated for a moment before tentatively taking a step forward. She glanced back at Seth and Azura, who were standing together, their expressions a mix of wonder and amusement as they took in their surroundings.

With a deep breath, Lute summoned her courage and pushed off from the ground, her movements clumsy at first but gradually growing more confident as she followed Adam and Aclima's lead. Soon, she was chasing after Adam, trying to reclaim her halo.

Seth and Azura exchanged a look of amusement before joining hands and leaping gracefully into the low gravity, their movements synchronized as they danced across the lunar landscape. The reduced gravity allowed them to perform feats they could never accomplish back on Earth, twirling and spinning through the air with a grace that seemed almost ethereal.

As they danced, Seth and Azura's laughter mingled with the sound of their footsteps echoing softly off the lunar surface. They moved as if in a dream, lost in the magic of the moment and the boundless freedom of the low gravity.

Vaggie, however, remained rooted to the spot, her eyes wide with trepidation as she watched her family members cavort across the moon's surface.

"Dad, are you sure this is safe?" she called out, her voice tinged with concern.

Adam tosses Lute's halo towards Aclima before glancing back at Vaggie, a grin spreading across his face. "Of course it's safe!" he called back, his voice filled with reassurance.

With that, he bounded back towards her, and offered his back to her once more.

"Don't worry Vaggie. Daddy will keep you safe." Adam says, reaching out a hand to help her onto his back. Reluctantly, Vaggie climbed on, gripping tightly as Adam bounded off again, demonstrating the surprisingly gentle landings made possible by the moon's lower gravity.

Soon, Vaggie found herself laughing despite her initial apprehension, the exhilaration of bouncing across the lunar landscape overpowering her fear.

The family spent the day exploring the moon's unique terrain, reveling in the weightlessness that allowed them to leap and bound with ease. They discovered craters and rock formations, marveling at the Earth, a breathtaking sight that filled them with awe.

-

Michael could have sworn he heard something happening in Aclima's office but when he entered her office, he only found the stacks of papers that he had assigned them.

Michael surveyed the office, a frown creasing his brow as he noticed the abandoned paperwork strewn across Aclima and Vaggie's desk. He glanced around, his senses on high alert as he tried to discern any signs of what might have caused the disturbance he thought he heard.

"Strange." he muttered to himself, reaching out to straighten the papers on Aclima's desk. His eyes flicked to the doorway, a nagging feeling tugging at the edges of his mind as he considered the possibility that something unusual had occurred.

Just then, his gaze fell upon a small shiny object lying on the floor near the doorway. Curiosity piqued, he bent down to pick it up, his fingers closing around a golden feather.

"Adam was here?" Michael ask out loud.

Adam usually stops by his office whenever he visited. So why did he opt to go straight for Aclima instead? Or why did he not visit at all?

HE ABANDONED US!

Michael shakes his head to clear away Malenia words. He finds himself doing that quite often now since Malenia has been acting up a lot in recent years. His female counterpart seems to crave Adam's attention more than ever, and Michael is constantly on edge, trying to keep her in check.

Though he does feel a pang of sorrow in him. Does Adam not want his friendship anymore? Was Adam avoiding him?

As Michael pondered over the mysterious absence of Adam's visit to his office, conflicting emotions surged within him. On one hand, there was the practical concern of Adam skipping his usual visit, leaving Michael wondering if everything was alright between them. On the other hand, there was a deeper emotional layer, a sense of abandonment that echoed Malenia's haunting words.

Despite his attempts to brush off Malenia's influence, her whispers lingered, exacerbating Michael's insecurities. He couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps Adam's actions were indicative of a rift forming between them, a fear that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness.

Was he losing his brewer?

His best friend?

JUST LIKE HOW LUCIFER LOST ADAM!?

Michael immediately stood at attention, dropping the whiskey bottle in his hand and hearing it shatter on the floor.

He needed to find Adam! He needed to affirm their friendship and reassure himself that there was no truth to Malenia's insidious whispers. With a newfound determination, Michael swiftly exited Aclima's office, his mind focused on locating Adam and resolving whatever uncertainty had taken root within him.

HE NEEDED TO FIND ADAM!

NOW!

Michael opened a portal and stepped through, finding himself outside of Sera's mansion. He started furiously pounding on the doors and pressing the doorbell with urgency but minutes passed and no answer came.

Malenia words soon cut in as his fear started to rise.

SHE SHOULD TAKE OVER!

SHE CAN PLEASE ADAM!

"Michael?"

Spinning around, Michael came face to face with Sera and Emily. "Sera!" Michael blurted out, relief flooding through him. "Have you seen Adam? I've been looking for him."

"Adam?" Emily tilts her head, puzzled at Michael's question. "Adam should be at home."

"Yes, he should be." Sera confirms, now feeling a little worried. She steps forward and unlocks the door. Upon entering, she calls out for him. "Adam! Lute!"

...

No response.

Emily races into the mansion and starts checking door to door, looking for them.

Sera didn't let panic take hold of her yet. So long as Lute was with him, Adam was allowed to leave the house.

Reaching up, she taps her halo and makes a call to Adam ... but no answer.

She tries calling Lute ... but no answer.

Sera turns to Michael who had tried calling Aclima and Vaggie but he too got no response. "Aclima and Vaggie aren't picking up either."

"They're not here!" Emily says as she returns.

Sera's heart sank at Emily's words, a sense of unease settling over her like a heavy shroud. She exchanged a worried glance with Michael, the gravity of the situation dawning on them both.

"Where could they be?" Sera murmured, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew Adam's penchant for spontaneous adventures, but to venture out without informing her or seeking her permission was highly unusual, especially considering the strict rules they had in place.

"I know!" Emily says. "I'll try calling Seth, maybe he knows."

But much like the others, Emily also got no response.

Now Sera was feeling a little panicked. Adam was possibly missing and so were his closest children.

But everything is still fine.

SURELY THEY DID NOT LEAVE HEAVEN!

...

Oh no.

WAS THIS EGYPT ALL OVER AGAIN!?

Michael and Emily saw the look of dread that overcame Sera as they too had come to the same conclusion.

Sera quickly creates a portal to her office and rushes through with Michael and Emily close behind. Once through, all three of them started scouring the monitors for Adam and company. Michael checked hell, Emily checked Heaven while Sera checked the Earth.

As they frantically searched their respective locations, the tension in the room grew palpable, each passing moment amplifying their worry and fear for Adam and the others. Sera's fingers flew across the controls, her mind racing as she scanned through her monitors, hoping for any sign of their whereabouts.

As the hours turned into what felt like an eternity, worry gnawed at their hearts, overshadowing their usual calm and composure. Each passing moment only served to deepen their concern, the uncertainty of Adam and the others' fate weighing heavily on their minds.

Sera was startled when a call was coming through on her halo and a wave of relief washed over her when she realized it was Lute calling.

"Lute! Where are you!? ... "

"YOU'RE WHERE!?"

-

Adam knew their fun was coming to an end soon.

Aclima had finally given Lute back her halo after hours of chasing and she immediately contacted Sera.

As Adam, Azura and Seth stare up at Earth, a sense of wonder washed over them. The blue and green hues of the Earth were mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the desolate landscape of the moon.

"Wow." Azura breathed, her eyes wide with awe as she gazed at the Earth. "It's so beautiful."

"It truly is." Seth agreed, his voice filled with wonder. "To think that we once lived there."

Adam nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched the Earth.

"Dad." Seth starts. "Do you ever regret it?"

"Regret what?" Adam ask.

"Leaving Eden with mom?" Seth questions.

"We heard from Aclima that mom cheated on you." Azura says as she hugs her father. "How she said she didn't love you anymore."

Adam's expression softened as he looked down at Azura, a mix of sadness and nostalgia flickering in his eyes. He hugged her tightly before answering Seth's question.

"Regret? No, I don't regret leaving Eden with your mother." Adam said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Leaving Eden was a choice I would make again in a heartbeat. Those choices was what led me to having all of you."

He paused, gazing back at Earth with a wistful smile. "As for your mother ... things change over time. People change. Love changes. It's a part of life, and sometimes we have to accept that not everything lasts forever. I had to learn that the hard way."

Azura looked up at her father, her eyes filled with empathy. "But Dad, you're still happy now, right?"

Adam nodded, a genuine warmth spreading across his face. "Yes, I am. Despite everything, I have all of you. And that's what matters most to me."

Seth placed a reassuring hand on his father's shoulder. "We're glad to have you too, Dad."

Azura squeezed him tighter. "We love you, Dad."

Adam hugged them both close. "I love you both so much."

Their moment was interrupted when a bright light appeared nearby. Upon looking, they see it was a portal with Sera, Emily and Michael stepping out.

"Well, time for me to face my destiny." Adam muttered, releasing his children and standing up straighter. He could see the mix of worry and irritation on Sera’s face, a sight that made him brace for the inevitable confrontation.

-

Michael was relieved to see Adam safe and sound. He had been worried over nothing.

Yes, nothing at all.

His best friend would never abandon him.

His alcohol supply was safe.

"Adam!" Emily calls out as she tries to dive after him but was caught off guard like Lute earlier with the low gravity environment.

As Emily stumbled, Sera's expression softened slightly, a hint of relief washing over her features as she watched her daughter's attempt to chase after Adam. She quickly reached out to steady Emily, her eyes never leaving Adam's form as he stood before them, a mixture of apprehension and determination evident in his stance.

“Adam!” Sera’s voice was a blend of relief and exasperation. “Do you realize how worried we’ve been?”

Adam chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, to be fair, I didn't go to Earth so technically I didn't break the rule."

Sera reaches out and pinches Adam ear, earning a yelp from the First Man before pulling him towards her. "The RULE was that you don't leave Heaven without my permission. Period!"

Adam winced as Sera's grip tightened on his ear, his playful demeanor giving way to a more contrite expression. "Okay, okay, I get it!" he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I should've asked for permission."

"Good. Now let's return" Sera says sternly but she was stopped when Adam grabs her hand.

"Oh come on mom!" Adam says as he pulls her along. "Lets have some fun!"

With the low gravity environment, Adam was able to pull a surprised Sera upwards as he jumped despite her towering over him. Sera couldn't help but laugh despite herself, the unexpected turn of events catching her off guard.

As Adam tugged her along, she found herself unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm, her initial irritation melting away in the face of his playful antics.

"Adam, you're incorrigible." she said, her voice laced with amusement as they floated together in the low gravity. "You're so lucky that I love you."

"I love you too mom." Adam says as they both drifted through the lunar landscape, their laughter echoing softly in the vast expanse of space. The tension that had gripped them earlier dissipated, replaced by a sense of joy and camaraderie as they reveled in the simple pleasure of being together.

As they floated together, Sera couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her son, his laughter and joy lighting up the darkness of space like the brightest star.

SHE MUST PROTECT THAT LIGHT!

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise.

Hell trio.

Chapter 61: Redemption?

Summary:

Another fool-proof plan by the one and only.

Notes:

Thank you all for continuing to read my story.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1450 B.C

"TA-DA!" Lucifer says with pride as he gestures towards the new building he created. "Well, What do you think?"

"The Happy Hotel?" Lilith raises an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "It’s certainly ... an interesting name for a place in Hell."

"Isn't it!?" Lucifer says with excitement. "It definitely makes the place stand out!"

"Is that a boat sticking out of the side of the building?" Eve asks as she points at the large upturned ship jutting out of the side of the hotel.

"Ah, yes!" Lucifer replies with a smirk, "I thought it added a certain ... 'je ne sais quoi' to the architecture."

"It looks like you just kept tacking on random pieces until it looked like something out of a fever dream." Lilith interjects, her tone a mix of amusement and disbelief at the horrendous design of the building.

"I admit, I may have gotten carried away when I was designing it." Lucifer muses as he looks back at the hotel. "I got excited thinking of all the features that Adam would love that I just kept adding and adding till I got perfection!"

"ADAM!?" Eve says excitedly, looking around.

"No sweetie. No Adam." Lilith say as she put pats Eve on the head. Eve’s face falls slightly, her excitement dampened.

"Right sorry. Forgot we can't say the A-word." Lucifer reminds himself. No mention of Adam unless Eve says it first.

"I don't get it. You said you had a "foolproof plan"." Eve says with disappointment and a hint of doubt in her voice. "How does this fit into that? I WANT MY ADAM!"

"I'm glad you asked!" Lucifer yells in excitement. Snapping his fingers, two chairs appear behind Lilith and Eve followed by a projector.

Taking their respective seats, they look towards the screen, waiting for Lucifer to begin his presentation. KeeKee lazily laying down on Lilith lap.

"So, in Heaven's eyes, they believe hell is some sort of eternal punishment, right? Full of the worst people imaginable." Lucifer begins, pacing in front of the screen. "But what if we could change that narrative? What if, instead of punishment, Hell became a place of redemption, of second chances?"

Lilith raises an eyebrow skeptically. "And how does this eccentric hotel fit into that grand plan?"

"Simple!" Lucifer beams, clicking a remote to start the presentation. Images of demons, lost souls, and tormented beings flash across the screen, juxtaposed with scenes of the Happy Hotel's quirky features and amenities. "The Happy Hotel will serve as a sanctuary for those seeking redemption. Instead of eternal suffering, sinners can come here to reflect on their past deeds, to find forgiveness, and to start anew."

Eve's eyes widen with realization. "So ... instead of punishing sinners for eternity, you want to give them a chance to change and find happiness in Heaven?"

"Precisely!" Lucifer nods enthusiastically. "And what better way to kickstart this new era in Hell than with a hotel that embodies the spirit of redemption? That isn't just a random boat stuck to a building; it's a symbol of our journey towards a brighter future. Its purposely aimed upwards to show that we're sailing to a literal brighter future: Heaven."

"Honey, the ship looks like it sinking." Lilith points out.

"But isn't that the point?" Lucifer retorts with a grin. "It symbolizes the sinking feeling of regret and the desire to rise again, to find redemption despite the weight of past mistakes."

Lilith chuckles softly, shaking her head. "Well, Lucifer, I must admit, your idea is ... audacious, to say the least."

"Redemption is possible?" Eve ask.

Lucifer shrugs his shoulders as he looks back at the hotel. "I don't know. Never tried."

"I hope your plan isn't to get the three of us redeemed." Eve says with disdain. "I rather not be in the same realm with that bitch Sera and my daughter turned whore."

"No, no, no, no, no." Lucifer assures, holding up his hands defensively. "Its about getting those awful people redeemed and into Heaven!"

Lucifer clicks a button and the next slide shows a crude drawing of a group of reformed sinners entering Heaven, making their way towards Adam.

"So these "reformed sinners" are going to kidnap Adam for us?" Eve asks with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with newfound hope.

"No, Eve. They wouldn't make it out the gates if they tried." Lucifer chuckles, shaking his head. "Instead, these "reformed sinners" will convince Adam that we have changed our ways and that hell is safe!"

Eve's grin widens at the prospect. "And once Adam believes it's safe, he'll come here willingly, and I'll finally have him back!"

Lilith snickers at the plan. "You think Sera would ever allow Adam to come to hell?"

"It doesn't matter what that bitch allows!" Eve yells. "My Adam will find his way to me!"

"Precisely!" Lucifer exclaims, encouraged by their understanding. "And the Happy Hotel is just the beginning!"

"THIS PLAN IS PRACTICALLY FOOL-PROOF!"

KeeKee, stretches languidly on Lilith's lap, her singular eye blinking lazily as it regards the trio's decision with apparent disinterest.

-

"Hey babe, I found this flyer while I was out in the city." Hannah says as she entered her home, carrying groceries. "Lucifer was apparently throwing it out while he was flying over the city."

"Really? What's it about?" Cain asked, glancing up from the book he was reading. He took the flyer from Hannah and scanned it with a skeptical eye.

"The Happy Hotel?" Cain murmured, brow furrowing as he read. "Redemption and second chances in Hell? "

"Seriously!? How stupid do they think we are!?" Hannah complains loudly. "This has to be some sort of joke. Especially coming from them!"

"Free room, free food and "protection" by those three!?" Cain says in disbelief as he reads the flyer. "Who the fuck will fall for this!?"

"Oh yeah, their endorsement just fills me with confidence!" Hannah says sarcastically. "Bet mom's plan is to literally cut the sin out of us."

Cain chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, that does sound like something Mom would try. I can't believe they think this would actually work."

"This probably another stupid uprising plan of theirs!" Hannah speculates, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter before crossing her arms. "I bet they think they can rally enough souls to overthrow Heaven or something like that again. It's laughable!"

Cain chuckles, tossing the flyer into the trash. "Even for them, this is a stretch. I can't see anyone actually buying into this."

"I bet mom will destroy the "Happy Hotel" in less than a year." Hannah says starts putting away the groceries.

Cain comes up beside her and helps. "Awfully generous of you. I give her less than a month."

Hannah chuckles before leaning over to kiss Cain on the cheek.

"Hey, at least it's good for a laugh." Cain said, wrapping an arm around Hannah as they finished putting away the groceries. "Who knows? Maybe this time they've finally gone too far and we can see Heaven smite their asses."

"We can only hope." Hannah muses, leaning into Cain's embrace. "That cat on the flyer did look cute though."

-

1449 B.C

They've been living in the the hotel for the past year and not a single sinner has decided to try out the Happy Hotel.

Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve sit in the opulent yet eerie lobby of the Happy Hotel, reflecting on the lack of interest in their grand plan. Lucifer and Lilith lounges on a sofa together, gazing wistfully at the chandelier while Eve, sprawled on a nearby long couch, with KeeKee laying on her stomach, sighs heavily, clearly disappointed.

"Well this sucks!" Eve yells in frustration as she pets KeeKee. "A whole year and not a single sinner even tried to check in!"

"What the hell is wrong with them!?" Lucifer says as he puts his fingers to his chin in a thoughtful manner. "I've been raining flyers down on the city for months! How could they not want what we offer!?"

"Free food, accommodations, protection and they still don't even TRY and redeem themselves." Lilith remarks as she stares out the window towards the city. "Maybe these sinners are a lost cause after all."

"Still no Adam." Eve says, feeling her frustration building up once more. "Should I go out and destroy the city again?"

"No Eve, displaying your strength hasn't worked the past few times so I doubt now will be any different." Lucifer responds, shaking his head.

"Let's face it. These sinners just love indulging in their vices." Lilith says with disdain. "They are probably enjoying living in utter depravity."

"They are in hell for a reason." Eve remarks. "I still say we should force Hannah here as a test case. I'll make sure to beat the sin out of her!"

"We can't Eve. Redemption only works if they CHOOSE to do so." Lucifer argues. "Besides, we can't "beat" the sin out of them. We want them to have a good experience here so that they tell Adam about us."

"It just so happens that we rule over beings who relish their damnation." Lilith mutters, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Those spoiled losers don't understand a handout when they see one."

She shifts her gaze from the window to the clock ticking away on the wall, the passage of time mocking their efforts.

"I just don't understand these sinners." Lucifer grabs a flyer and looks over it again. "I'm offering them champagne fountains, caviar mountains and that's just the start!"

"But still, they ignore us in favor of their awful ways." Eve continued, her tone filled with frustration. She threw her hands up in exasperation.

HOW THE FUCK IS SHE SUPPOSE TO GET ADAM AT THIS RATE!?

Pushing KeeKee off of herself, Eve cracks her knuckles and starts heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” Lilith calls after Eve, eyebrow raised.

"Face it! There is no helping these sinners!" Eve exclaims in frustration. "I say, if they want to continue indulging in their sinful ways, than lets do so as well."

Lucifer and Lilith looked at each other, enticed by Eve's logic. These sinners were never going to CHOOSE to redeem themselves. Perhaps it was time to abandon their idealistic notions of redemption.

"You know what, Eve?" Lucifer says, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're right."

"What were we thinking? Redemption." Lilith chuckles, realizing how stupid the idea was now.

With a shared smirk, they nod in agreement, feeling a weight lifted off their shoulders as they discard their failed plan of redemption. Soon, all three of them exit the Happy Hotel.

"Wait. Got to lock the doors." Lucifer says. "Come here KeeKee."

KeeKee hops over to Lucifer and transforms herself into a key. With KeeKee in hand, Lucifer locks the door and releases KeeKee, letting her transform back into her cat self.

"Alright ladies! Lets go fuck those sinners!" Lucifer announces cheerfully.

THOSE FUCKING SINNERS ARE THE REASON HIS FOOL-PROOF PLAN ISN'T WORKING!

Lilith and Eve give each other an incredulous look before deciding not to correct him.

-

Roo wasn't surprised when the trio gave up only after a year of trying out their idea of redemption. She is always finding new levels of disappointment when it came to those three.

She has watched and followed them every year when they had gone to the Heaven embassy after an extermination and each year, the meetings always devolved into a shouting match with the attending seraphim.

The end result was always the same.

The trio would leave the meeting feeling frustrated and take it out on the city and its sinners.

When they had come up with the "Happy Hotel" idea, she had hoped that their plan might actually have some merit. After all, the concept of redemption seemed like a step in the right direction.

In the year that the hotel had been opened, not a single sinner had taken the bait and Roo knew why. Roo couldn't help but feel disappointed. She had held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, this time they would be useful but apparently, she expected too much from them.

Lucifer with his endless pride thought that by distributing flyers with his name on it and promising extravagant luxuries, sinners would flock to their redemption hotel. The lack of interest from sinners was a blow to his pride.

Lilith, always pragmatic, saw the writing on the wall early on. She had warned Lucifer and Eve about the futility of expecting sinners to change. Yet, even she couldn't suppress a flicker of disappointment. Her skepticism had been justified, but it didn't lessen the sting of failure.

Eve, still driven by her desire to reunite with Adam, was growing increasingly impatient. Her frustration with the sinners and their refusal to seek redemption boiled over daily. She couldn't comprehend why they wouldn't seize the opportunity offered by the Happy Hotel.

Roo sighed, feeling a mix of pity and exasperation towards the misguided trio. Despite her efforts to observe them closely, she couldn't shake off the disappointment in their constant failures.

As the year wore on and the trio hopes dwindled, their frustration turned to resentment. The Happy Hotel remained empty, a testament to their failed endeavor. Roo, observing through KeeKee, could only shake her head at their inability to see beyond their own desires and egos.

Lucifer's optimism waned, Lilith's skepticism deepened, and Eve's desperation intensified. They had pinned their hopes on a grand plan that had collapsed under the weight of their unrealistic expectations. Yet, instead of reflecting on their shortcomings, they chose to blame the sinners for not embracing their offer.

The trio's decision to abandon redemption marked a turning point. No longer bound by their idealistic notions, they embraced their darker inclinations. With Eve's fiery determination leading the charge, they unleashed their wrath upon the city and its inhabitants again.

Despite it all, Roo still believes that the redemption project had its merits. Perhaps under someone more level-headed and compassionate, it could have succeeded. But for now, it seemed that the trio from Hell was destined to continue their cycle of failed plans and destructive outbursts.

The more time she spends with them, the more it seems unlikely that those three would be the ones to deliver Adam to her.

Regardless, she will continue to wait.

For Adam.

For her son.

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Chapter 62: Hidden Desires

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1300 B.C

Lute was feeling a little peeved. For whatever reason, Aclima was making her train their sisters more and more often. It was unusual for her General to delegate so much responsibility, especially when the training was one of the tasks Aclima usually took on with fervor.

The midday sun beat down relentlessly as Lute led her sisters through another round of drills. Her muscles ached from the repetitive movements, and her mind wandered, questioning the purpose behind Aclima's decision. She glanced over at her sisters, their faces flushed and glistening with sweat, and couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and frustration.

"Everyone! Pair off and start sparring!" she commanded, her voice echoing across the training ground. The sisters quickly complied, finding their partners and moving into position. Lute watched them with a critical eye, noting their strengths and weaknesses, but her mind continued to drift.

"Will you grace me with a spar, Lieutenant?" Vaggie’s voice cut through Lute's thoughts like a knife.

Lute turned to face her, momentarily taken aback. Vaggie stood tall, her eyes sharp and challenging, a faint smirk playing at her lips. Despite the grueling heat and intense training, she looks composed and ready for a fight.

And Lute welcomed the challenge.

"Believe you can usurp my position, Sergeant?" Lute said with a raised eyebrow, her tone half-joking but with an edge of seriousness.

Vaggie's smirk widened. "Only if you let me." she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. She stepped forward, twirling her training staff with practiced ease. The other sisters paused their sparring to watch, sensing the significance of the moment.

Lute picked up her own staff, its weight familiar and comforting in her hands. "Let's see what you've got!" she said, moving into a ready stance. The other sisters paused their own matches to watch, forming a loose ring around the two warriors. Lute and Vaggie circled each other, their movements fluid and calculated, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

With a sudden burst of speed, Vaggie lunged forward, aiming a quick jab at Lute's midsection. Lute sidestepped, deflecting the blow with a swift parry and countering with a strike to Vaggie's shoulder. Vaggie anticipated the move, ducking under Lute's arm and spinning around to deliver a low sweep aimed at Lute's legs.

Lute jumped back, avoiding the sweep, and immediately pressed forward with a flurry of strikes. Vaggie blocked and dodged, their movements a blur of speed and precision. The intensity of the sparring match grew, both women pushing each other to their limits, their grins never fading despite the exertion.

The rhythmic clash of their staffs echoed across the training ground, each strike and parry reverberating through the air like a well-choreographed dance. The sisters watching from the sidelines held their breaths, eyes wide with admiration and anticipation.

Vaggie, quick and agile, ducked under one of Lute's high swings and attempted another low sweep. This time, Lute anticipated it, planting her staff firmly into the ground to vault over Vaggie's attack. She landed with a graceful twist, immediately going on the offensive with a series of rapid strikes aimed at Vaggie's upper body.

Lute than feinted left before delivering a solid strike to Vaggie's ribs. Vaggie grunted, the impact forcing her to stagger back. The watching sisters murmured among themselves, the tension palpable.

But Vaggie recovered quickly, twirling her staff with renewed vigor. She advanced with a fierce determination, her movements a blur of speed. Lute matched her blow for blow, their duel escalating into a breathtaking display of skill and strength.

Just as it seemed the match would end in a stalemate, Vaggie feigned a high strike, then pivoted and swept Lute's legs out from under her. Lute fell backward, but instead of hitting the ground, she rolled smoothly, coming back up to her feet with a graceful spin. She immediately lunged forward, catching Vaggie off guard with a swift, unexpected jab to her midsection.

Vaggie doubled over, gasping for breath, and Lute's staff was at her throat in an instant. "Yield?" Lute asked, her voice calm but commanding.

For a moment, Vaggie hesitated, then she dropped her staff and raised her hands in surrender. "Yield." she said, her tone respectful despite the defeat.

The other sisters broke into applause, the tension dissipating as they returned to their own sparring matches, inspired by the display of skill and camaraderie.

"Alright, everyone!" Lute called out, her voice carrying across the training ground. "Show's over! Back to sparring!"

The sisters responded with enthusiastic cheers, their spirits lifted by the intense sparring match. As they resumed their training with renewed energy, Lute couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. They were strong, capable, and ready for whatever came their way. And she would make sure they stayed that way.

Lute lowered her staff and extended a hand to Vaggie. "Well fought, Sergeant." she said, pulling Vaggie to her feet. "You've improved."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Vaggie nodded, a hint of disappointment in her voice along with a sad smile.

"Harper would be proud of you." Lute finished, clasping Vaggie's hand firmly.

Vaggie's eyes softened, a mix of gratitude and melancholy flickering in their depths. "I hope so." she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sounds of training resuming around them.

"I know she is." Lute assures. "You're no Harper, but you're definitely a great Sergeant."

Vaggie now feeling reassured, lets out a soft chuckle. "Maybe I'll be a great Lieutenant too."

Lute eye twitches at Vaggie's remark, a flicker of irritation crossing her features before she swiftly masks it with a tight-lipped smile. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Sergeant." she says, her tone clipped but controlled.

OVER MY DEAD BODY!

ADAM IS HERS TO PROTECT!

-

Leaving Vaggie in charge to continue their training, Lute decided to return to the mansion to check in on Adam and Aclima. While she did trust her General to keep Adam safe, it was still her duty to ensure everything was in order. Plus, with how adventurous Aclima is like Adam, it wouldn't surprise her if the two of them broke the rules and went down to Earth ... again.

After flying for several minutes, she was nearing the mansion and decided to drop in via the window to Adam's room since that is where he would most likely be. As she approached the window, she suddenly heard a scream coming from the window and it sounded like Aclima.

A THREAT!?

IS ADAM HURT!?

What threat must be present to make her General scream like that!?

Cautiously, she flies closer to the window and peaks in, ready to assess the threat and engage with full force or call for back-up if necessary.

But what she finds catches her off guard instead. There, on the bed was Aclima ... and Adam ... together.

WHAT!?

WHAT IS GOING ON!?

As she watches, she can't help but notice the look on their faces and the way they were looking at each other. There was a sense of tenderness and caring, a connection between the two that transcended physical boundaries. It was something deeper, more intimate.

Her heart begins to pound and her stomach twists in knots, her body reacting viscerally to the scene before her. She tries to ignore the feelings, to push them down, but they refuse to be silenced.

She watches as Adam hungrily devours Aclima's lips, his hands roaming her body, their movements becoming more frenzied. He breaks away for a moment, his eyes filled with desire as he gazes into hers.

"I love you." he whispers, his voice husky with emotion.

"I love you too." Aclima breathes, pulling him back down to her.

They continue their passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and lust.

Lute is transfixed, unable to look away, her mind racing as she tries to process what she is seeing.

She wants to look away, to leave, but she can't. She's captivated, her body responding to the scene before her despite her inner turmoil. She doesn't understand what she is feeling but watching Aclima expression contort in pleasure made her ... yearn?

Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling as her heart beats rapidly. She can feel a tingling sensation building inside her, a warmth spreading throughout her body.

As Adam and Aclima continue their passionate embrace, Lute's hands begin to wander, slowly moving down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. She can feel the heat between her legs, the ache deep within.

Her eyes never leave the window, watching the two lovers' every move, her breath growing shallow and her pulse quickening. Aclima being nearly identical to her made it easy for Lute to imagine herself in Aclima's position.

"Oh fuck!" Aclima yells out in pleasure. "Breed me Dad! Fucking breed me!"

Aclima's cries of ecstasy ring out and Lute can't help but imagine Adam calling out her name instead. Her cheeks burn at the thought, her skin flushed and hot, her need growing stronger.

The ache inside her grows, a burning desire that demands satisfaction. Her hands move of their own accord, reaching down to touch herself. Her fingers find their way between her legs, pressing against the damp fabric of her panties, seeking release.

WHAT IS THIS FEELING!?

WHY DOES SHE NEED TO TOUCH HERSELF!?

Aclima's cries become more intense, her body writhing in pleasure. Lute can't take it anymore, she can't hold back. With a desperate cry, she plunges her fingers inside herself, the sweet friction bringing her the relief she needs.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she works herself to a frenzied climax, imagining Adam's hands on her body, his lips on her skin.

Hearing Aclima moan as Adam thrusts in and out of her makes Lute's body tremble. Never seeing Adam act so primal before was new, but it was also extremely enticing.

Watching Aclima's body arching into Adam, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her climax overwhelms her, sends Lute over the edge, her own body shuddering with pleasure. She had to bite her own tongue to stop herself from yelling out loud.

As she comes down from her high, her body trembling with aftershocks, Lute opens her eyes and takes a deep, shaky breath. She watches Adam and Aclima come together once more, their bodies entwined, their expressions filled with love and desire.

SHE NEEDS IT TOO!

-

In the following days, Lute had a hard time trying to understand the emotions and the feelings that came after the incident.

She can't stop remembering what had transpired and the way her body reacted. The heat, the desire, the need. She had never felt anything like it before and it both confused and terrified her.

But even more confusing were the feelings that had begun to surface within her. She had always loved Adam but now that love had taken on a new, deeper meaning. It was no longer the simple love that she once held, but something more.

A need, a want, a craving.

It was as if she was starved and Adam was the only one who could quench her hunger. How she wished to be in Aclima's position. To have Adam's strong arms wrapped around her, his lips pressed against hers, his body pressed against her own.

Remembering Adam and Aclima together is causing her Lute to lose her mind. She had tried her best to push the memories away, to ignore the feelings and desires that plagued her, but she was powerless against the relentless assault on her senses.

She has always been by his side, his protector, but now, standing so close like the countless times before, she feels weak.

Weak and vulnerable.

She wants nothing more than to be held in his arms, to feel his lips on hers, his hands exploring her body. It is driving her mad and the constant temptation has left her barely able to focus on her duties.

She wanted him. She needed him.

SHE MUST HAVE HIM!

"Sir?" she calls softly, her voice betraying the nervousness she feels.

He looks up at her, his eyes questioning. "Yeah, Lute?"

"I need to talk to you ... in private." Lute says, ushering him to the bedroom.

Adam nods and follows her without question.

Once they are alone, Lute closes the door and locks it. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage.

"Lute? Are you okay?" Adam says with concern in his voice as he approaches her. "Is something the matter?"

Lute was never really good with feelings. She was a woman of action and so she will do what she does best.

"I LOVE YOU SIR!" Lute shouts as she jumps on to Adam.

Caught off guard, Adam falls back on the bed. Lute quickly straddles him, pinning him down with her weight.

"Woah, woah, Lute, what are you doing?" Adam stammers, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't control myself any longer." Lute says, her voice a mixture of lust and desperation. She grabs his wrists and pins them down above his head, taking advantage of his confused state.

She presses her lips against his, her tongue sliding into his mouth, hungrily exploring. Adam's eyes widen in shock, but he can't help but kiss her back, his body responding instinctively to her advances. It doesn't help that Lute and Aclima share the same face and body type.

Lute's kiss is urgent, her need for him overwhelming her rational thoughts.

"Lute, stop!" Adam says, overpowering her and pinning her down onto the bed instead.

"But sir, I can't help myself. I need you. Please." Lute begs, her voice pleading.

Adam's resolve begins to weaken, her words stirring up his need to breed.

But no! He needs to understand why Lute is doing this!

"What's gotten into you, Lute?" Adam demands, trying to ignore the heat rising within him.

"Do you hate me Sir!?" Lute ask in a panic, fearful that Adam would reject her.

"What!? No!" Adam reassures. "I love you Lute, I just want to know why the sudden change."

"I watched you and Aclima ... and the way she was calling out your name. How she was begging for you! It was ... too much." Lute says, her eyes filling with tears. "I couldn't stop thinking about it, about you. I want also make you feel that way."

The image of Lute and Aclima, their bodies entwined, both begging for him, fills Adam's mind. His desire for her grows, his cock hardening in his pants.

"You saw us?" Adam asks, his voice shaking.

"I did." Lute admits, her face flushed with embarrassment. She has never felt so vulnerable before.

"And you ... you want to do the same with me?" Adam says, his mind reeling.

"Yes." Lute whispers, her eyes locking with his. "More than anything!"

Adam own arousal was hitting its peak, in front of him was the usual stoic Lute now with the face of a desperate, wanton woman. He won't let this become like Emily's. No, he was going to go slow with Lute.

"Then let me take care of you first." he says, leaning down to kiss her passionately.

Lute moans into the kiss, her body melting into his. Her hands explore his body, running along his muscular chest and arms, savoring every inch of him.

Their tongues intertwine, their breath mingling as they surrender to their desires. Lute's body is on fire, her need for him driving her wild.

Adam breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along her jawline and down her neck, making her gasp with pleasure. His hand travels down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, her waist, her hip.

His touch is like electricity, sending waves of pleasure through her. She has never felt anything like it before.

He moves down her body, kissing her breasts through the fabric of her top, his tongue circling her nipple. Lute cries out, her body arching into his touch.

His hands find the hem of her top, lifting it over her head. Her breasts spill free, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Adam takes a moment to admire her perfect form, her skin soft and smooth.

Lute's breath catches in her throat, her cheeks burning with desire. She has never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, so alive.

His lips find hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth. He kisses her deeply, passionately, his desire for her evident in every touch.

His hands continue their exploration, moving down her body, his fingers dancing across her skin. Lute moans, her body responding to his touch, her need for him growing with each passing second.

"Please, sir, don't stop." she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He makes his way down her body, his tongue teasing her nipple, his fingers caressing her breasts. Lute writhes beneath him, her body on fire, her need for him overwhelming.

He continues his descent, his lips and tongue worshipping every inch of her body. He finds his way between her legs, his mouth exploring her most sensitive areas.

Lute moans, her hips bucking, her fingers tangling in his hair. She can't believe how good it feels, his mouth on her, his tongue tasting her. She had never experienced anything like it before.

Her body is aflame with desire, her need for him unquenchable. He brings her to the brink of orgasm, her body trembling, her cries of ecstasy filling the room.

But he doesn't stop there, his fingers entering her, his thumb rubbing her clit, his mouth continuing its delicious torture. Lute's head is spinning, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

SHE NEEDS HIM!

"Please, sir, I need you!" Lute begs, her voice barely above a whisper. But Adam only continues to tease her with his fingers, admiring the look of desperation on Lute.

"Not yet." he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

"Sir, please, I can't take it anymore." Lute whimpers, her body writhing with need.

"Then come for me, Lute." he commands, his tongue circling her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her.

She cries out, her body shuddering as her orgasm washes over her, her eyes rolling back in her head. Adam gives her a moment to recover, watching her with lustful eyes.

Lute is panting, her body flushed, her hair now damp with sweat. She looks at him with longing, her eyes pleading.

"Are you sure you want to continue Lute?" Adam asks with a gentle tone, ready to stop if she was uncomfortable.

Lute nods, her voice cracking with emotion. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Sir."

He stands and removes his clothes, his cock hard and ready. Positioning cock at her entrance, he locks eyes with her.

"What I'm about to do will hurt you at the start." Adam warns, his eyes serious.

Lute nods, her own gaze filled with determination. "I don't care, sir. I want you. I need you. Please, make me yours."

Adam nods before gently pushing his length in. Lute cries out in pain and pleasure, her body tensing as he slowly slides inside her.

He gives her time to adjust, his eyes never leaving hers, his hands gently stroking her hair and her cheeks.

"I love you, sir." Lute whispers, her voice full of emotion.

"I love you too, Lute." Adam replies, his heart swelling with affection.

With a soft moan, he begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of her, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Lute's cries of pleasure fill the room, her nails digging into his back as he takes her.

Their bodies connect in a way they never have before, their love for each other evident in every touch, every kiss.

"Oh fuck!" Lute moans, her body rocking with his.

Adam grunts, his movements becoming more urgent, his desire for her overwhelming.

"Keep going, sir! Please!" Lute begs, her voice desperate.

He continues his pace, his hips slamming into hers, her cries of pleasure growing louder and louder.

Lute's climax builds, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Cum for me, Lute." Adam commands, his voice low and husky, his pace increasing. Their lips lock together with the tongues feverishly exploring each other.

Lute finally lets go, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body shuddering and shaking. Adam thrusts deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his seed. They ride out their climaxes together, their bodies trembling with pleasure, their eyes locked on each other.

But Lute didn't want it to end. Adam had helped her reached new heights of pleasures she has never experienced before and now it was her turn to return the favor. Pushing him on to his back, Lute straddles him and begins riding him with wild abandon.

Adam is shocked by her sudden dominance but it quickly turns to pleasure as her tight pussy grips his cock.

"Lute!" he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Lute smirks, her hips gyrating as she rides him, her breasts bouncing, her hair cascading down her back.

Her body moving with grace and power, her pleasure evident in every movement.

Adam's hands roam her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass. He can't believe how lucky he is to be with such a passionate and beautiful woman.

"Cum for me, sir." she purrs, her eyes filled with lust. "Breed me like you fucking did Aclima!"

That was all Adam needed to hear, he grabs Lute's hips and thrusts into her, his cock throbbing as he cums inside her.

"Yes!" she moans, her body writhing in ecstasy as her own climax washes over her.

Finally, Lute rolls off of Adam, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Adam tries to sit up but Lute pulls him down for another passionate kiss.

"I'm not done with you yet Sir." Lute says with a sly smirk.

The two lovers spend the rest of the afternoon making love, their bodies intertwined, their passion burning hot.

-

"You fucked Dad, didn't you?" Aclima says bluntly as she and Lute were getting ready for bed. Immediately, Lute swivels around to face her sister.

"H-how did you know?" Lute says, her face redder than a tomato.

"The way you're acting and the smell." Aclima replies with a sly grin. "You ain't slick Lute."

"How are you feeling, Lute?" Aclima asks, concern clear in her voice.

"I'm great. Still trying to process everything." Lute admits, her cheeks still flushed.

Aclima gives her sister a sympathetic smile and pulls her into a tight hug.

"I'm happy for you, Lute." Aclima whispers, her voice full of emotion.

"Ma'am ... Aclima." Lute whispers as she embraces the hug.

"So what was it like?" Aclima asks, pulling away.

"It was ... incredible." Lute breathes, a smile playing on her lips. "And you kept this to yourself this whole time!?."

"I always wondered when you would finally have your turn." Aclima says, giving her sister a playful wink. "Unfortunately, I wasn't the first."

Lute looks at Aclima dumbfounded, surprised that she wasn't the first. In Lute's mind, it was clear that Aclima was the closest to him. So logically, she should have been first.

"If not you, than who?" Lute ask.

"Malenia." Aclima states.

...

"Sir Michael!?" Lute exclaims, her face twisted in confusion and shock.

"It's a long story, one best left for another day." Aclima chuckles.

Lute nods, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

"We may not be able to take his first but there is something else we can take together." Aclima says in a sultry tone. Leaning close, she whispers into Lute's ear.

...

"Ma'am!?" Lute exclaims, her face flushed. "But ... I'm not opposed."

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Chapter 63: Bonds Beyond Paradise

Summary:

Happy Father's Day :)

Have a nice Dadam Chapter

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Chapter Text

1200 B.C

"Dad."

Adam eyes shot open at the familiar voice but he quickly closes them tightly shut again.

He couldn't do this again. He couldn't give himself that hope.

Please.

Not again.

"Dad."

Please, shut up!

Adam's heart clenched at the pleading in his daughter's voice. He lay still, breathing deeply, trying to nuzzle closer into Sera's embrace. Memories flooded his mind — the moments he had cherished and the ones that had slipped away. The warmth of her hand in his, the sound of her laughter.

"Dad, please." the voice came again, softer this time, tinged with both hope and uncertainty. "I don't have much time."

It has been centuries since her passing, since Adam had last heard that voice, felt her touch. Centuries of longing, of grief, of trying to forget, but never quite succeeding. And yet, here she was, her voice echoing through the depths of his soul once more.

Slowly, Adam dared to open his eyes.

"Harper?" Adam calls out softly.

Slowly, he weaves himself out of Sera's embrace and sat up. Looking around the dimly lit room, all he saw was just Sera, Emily, Aclima, Lute and himself on the large bed. The clock in the room shows that it's midnight.

Once again, he had tried to hope, only for it to die in the face of reality. He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of centuries pressing down on him like an unbearable burden. The ache of loss, the emptiness of longing—it never seemed to fade.

Harper's voice, so vivid in his mind just moments ago, now felt like a cruel trick played by his own desperate heart. He rubbed his temples, trying to dispel the echoes of her pleas, but they lingered like ghosts in the corners of his consciousness.

"Stupid dreams." Adam whispers with a sad tone in his voice.

"Dad."

He immediately turns his head in the direction of the voice and it came from behind the door.

This was different. He was sure that it wasn't a dream or a nightmare. He is definitely awake!

Adam's heart raced as he slowly rose from the bed, his movements cautious yet filled with a newfound hope.

Could it be? Could Harper truly be standing on the other side of that door after all these centuries?

Carefully disentangling himself from the mess of bodies around him, he quietly gets off the bed and makes his way to the door. With trembling hands, he reached for the door handle, his breath caught in his throat. Every fiber of his being prayed for this moment to be real, for his daughter to be standing there alive and well.

Unfortunately, as Adam opened the door, he was met not by the sight of his long-lost daughter, but by the empty hallway, bathed in the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. His heart sank as the reality of the situation crashed over him once again.

"Harper?" Adam called out into the silent darkness, his voice barely above a whisper. But there was no response, only the echo of his own words fading into the night.

He stood there for a moment, feeling a mix of disappointment and resignation wash over him. It had been foolish of him to hope, to allow himself to believe even for a fleeting moment that his daughter might truly be here.

"Dad." Harper's voice calls out, desperate for him to find her.

Adam looks down the hallway, his heart pounding with a blend of confusion and renewed hope. The voice was unmistakably Harper's, and yet, the hallway remained eerily empty. Taking a hesitant step out of the room, Adam now stood in the hallway, torn between the palpable reality of his empty surroundings and the haunting echo of Harper's voice that seemed to resonate through the walls.

He knew he couldn't simply dismiss it as a figment of his imagination, not after all this time, not after the raw intensity of emotions that surged through him.

"Dad." Harper's voice called again, this time with a hint of urgency.

His heart leaped. Could it be that she was nearby, just out of sight? The thought both thrilled and terrified him.

Adam glanced back at the door to the bedroom where Sera, Emily, Aclima, and Lute slept peacefully, unaware of the turmoil raging within him. He hesitated, debating whether to wake them.

But was it right for him to do so? He shouldn't be bothering them with his issues.

He couldn't burden them with this.

With a final glance back at the sleeping forms of Sera, Emily, Aclima, and Lute, he whispered a silent apology.

He already caused them enough trouble as it is.

Harper's voice persisted. He had to find her, had to know if this was real. With a resolve born of both desperation and determination, Adam took a deep breath and called out softly, "Harper, where are you?"

"Over here Dad." Harper's voice replied.

Following the voice, he made his way down the stairs and to the living room.

"Harper." Adam quietly calls out.

"I'm over here Dad." Harper voice comes from behind the entrance to the mansion.

Adam moved with cautious yet eager steps towards the entrance of the mansion. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the quiet creaks of the floorboards. Every step felt like a journey through time, each footfall heavy with the weight of memories and the hope that had ignited within him once again.

"Harper?" he called out, his voice trembling, eyes straining to pierce through the dimness.

"Right here, Dad," the voice echoed, clear and unmistakable, urging him forward.

With trembling hands, he reached for the massive oak door and pulled it open, his breath held in anticipation. The night air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the distant sounds of rustling leaves. He steps outside, scanning the moonlit grounds for any sign of his daughter to no avail.

"Dad, come find me." Harper calls out, seemingly from down the street. "Please."

Was he really going to leave the mansion without Lute? Without anyone?

Adam's mind raced, torn between the fear of chasing a ghost and the possibility of finally reuniting with his daughter. He knew he wasn't allowed to leave alone, but the call of Harper's voice was too compelling to ignore. He took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. If there was even a chance that Harper was out there, he had to take it.

HARPER IS ALIVE!

Slipping quietly out of the mansion, Adam moved down the street, the eerie silence of the night amplifying the sound of his footsteps. His senses were heightened, every shadow and rustle drawing his attention.

The promenade was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Adam moved with purpose, his heart pounding with every step. The streets were empty, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of the night—crickets chirping, the rustle of leaves, and the occasional whisper of the wind. The familiarity of his surroundings offered little comfort; the world felt different under the weight of his anticipation.

"Harper!" he called out, his voice echoing down the deserted street.

"Over here, Dad," came the reply, faint but clear, guiding him further into the darkness.

The longing that had haunted him for centuries now felt like a tangible force, driving him forward. He rounded a corner, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of her.

"Harper?" he called again, his voice more urgent.

"Keep going, Dad," the voice responded, closer this time, filled with an urgency that spurred him on.

"Don't worry. Daddy is coming Harper"

He soon came upon the cafe he and Lute took Harper to for her first birthday.

-

"Why are we doing this?" Harper asked as she sat herself down.

"Because, sweetheart." Adam had replied back then, taking a seat across from her, "Birthdays are special. It's a day to celebrate you."

"But I'm just me." Harper had said with a puzzled frown, her hands fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth.

"You're more than 'just you.'" Adam had assured her, reaching out to gently take her hand. "You're my daughter and so much more. Just like Lute."

Harper turns to face Lute who was made weeks before herself, remembering that they had celebrated her birthday too but at the time, she didn't understand why. Lute only returned her questioning look with a nod. Letting Harper figure it out for herself.

"Why are we celebrating this, Dad?" Harper asked, her young mind unable to comprehend the importance of the event.

"Because, Harper," Adam replied, smiling warmly at her, "Birthdays are special. They're a celebration of life. You were made on this day, and we're all so grateful for that."

Harper nodded slowly, her young face still puzzled but trusting in her father's words. She glanced over at Lute, her sibling who had come into existence just weeks before her, and then back at Adam. "But why do we celebrate being made? Isn't that just something that happens?"

Adam chuckled softly at her innocence, his eyes sparkling with paternal pride. "It's more than just something that happens, Harper. It's a miracle. Life is precious, and each birthday reminds us of the joy of having you with us."

Harper thought about this for a moment, her brow furrowed as she tried to grasp the concept. "So ... it's like a big thank you for me being made?"

Adam nodded, his smile widening. "Exactly! It's our way of saying how glad we are that you're here, and how much we love you."

Harper's confusion began to melt away, replaced by a small smile of her own. She squeezed Adam's hand gently. "I love you too, Dad."

Adam's heart swelled with warmth as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "And we're going to celebrate many more birthdays together, Harper. Each one more special than the last."

A waitress soon arrives with a freshly baked cake, adorned with colorful candles flickering in the dim light of the cafe. The sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate filled the air as Adam leaned back in his seat, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Harper's eyes light up at the sight of the cake.

"Wow, Dad! Is this all for me?" Harper exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

Adam chuckled softly, nodding. "Of course, sweetheart. Blow out the candles and make a wish."

With a beaming smile, Harper leaned forward, her small hands reaching out to extinguish the flickering flames atop the cake. As she closed her eyes and made her wish, Adam couldn't help but feel a surge of love and pride wash over him. With a final puff, Harper opened her eyes, a grin spreading across her face as she turned to Adam. "Did I do it right, Dad?"

Adam chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "You did perfect, sweetheart. Now, let's dig in!"

Together, they indulged in the sweet treat, laughter and joy filling the air as they celebrated the precious gift of Harper's life. In that moment, surrounded by love and warmth, Adam couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

They sat together in the cozy cafe, basking in the simple joy of each other's company and the promise of countless birthdays yet to come.

-

Adam's heart ached as the memory washed over him, the warmth of Harper's smile still lingering in his mind. He blinked back tears, his determination renewed by the love and hope that had filled that moment so long ago.

"Harper?" Adam called out again, his voice tinged with both desperation and determination. The night seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for a response that might never come.

"Over here, Dad." Harper's voice came through, carried by the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves overhead.

He trails after the voice with urgency, afraid that any delay could lead to losing Harper once more. The sound of her voice pulled him through the quiet streets, echoing with every step he took. His mind raced with a mix of fear and anticipation, unsure of what he would find at the end of this pursuit.

His legs carry him towards the training grounds and almost immediately, Adam was hit with another memory.

The memory of their first sparring session.

-

It was a rare occasion for Harper. Lute was distracted with Michael showing her the array of weapons he had in stock, leaving Adam and Harper to their own devices. Seizing this rare opportunity, she immediately challenged her father to a sparring session which Adam was quick to accept. He knew these moments were important to Harper, as they provided a rare chance for her to hone her skills under his experienced eye and not under Lute's jealous stare.

Adam stood at the center of the training grounds, a wooden practice sword gripped tightly in his hand. Harper stood across from him, her own sword held in a defensive stance, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Remember, Harper." Adam said, his voice gentle but firm, "Focus on your stance. Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, and don't let your guard down."

Harper nodded, her expression determined as she mirrored his stance. She had been eager to learn the art of swordsmanship and other various forms of combat.

Eager to prove that she can protect her father just as well as Lute can.

Adam couldn't help but feel a swell of pride mixed with apprehension. She was so young, and yet, so eager to take on the world.

"Ready?" Adam asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Harper nodded, her grip on her sword tightening.

With a swift movement, Adam lunged forward, his wooden sword aimed at Harper's shoulder. She reacted quickly, parrying his strike with practiced ease. Their swords clashed, the sound echoing through the empty training grounds.

Harper countered with a series of quick strikes, her movements fluid and precise. Adam was impressed by her skill, by the determination that burned in her eyes. She was a natural, a born fighter.

"Harper," Adam said, his voice gentle but firm, "You need to be careful. Fighting isn't just about strength and skill. It's about strategy, about knowing when to strike and when to retreat."

Harper nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. She understood the risks, understood the dangers that lay ahead. But she was determined to face them head-on, to prove herself worthy of the responsibility she so desperately sought.

Adam pressed forward, testing her defenses with a series of rapid strikes. Harper met each one with confidence, her movements a testament to hours of rigorous training. Despite her progress, Adam saw moments where her focus wavered, the glint of overconfidence occasionally flickering in her eyes.

"Remember, Harper," he said, parrying one of her attacks with a swift motion, "overconfidence can be as dangerous as doubt. Stay grounded, stay focused."

Harper nods, regaining her balance and prepares her defensive stance. Ready to meet his strikes.

The intensity of their sparring grew, and Harper's confidence swelled with every successful block and counter. But Adam knew this was the moment to challenge her further. He shifted his approach, moving with a speed and precision that tested Harper's limits.

She stumbled slightly, caught off guard by his sudden change in tempo. Adam didn't let up, pushing her to recover and adapt. Harper's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly found her footing, meeting his strikes with renewed determination.

"Good." Adam said, nodding in approval. "Adaptability is key. Never let your opponent dictate the pace of the fight."

As the sparring session continued, Harper began to anticipate Adam's moves better, her responses becoming more instinctive. Adam saw her growth and felt a surge of pride.

Their sparring session came to an end when Lute returned and joined them with a quizzical expression. She glanced between Adam and Harper, her gaze settling on the intensity that still lingered in Harper's eyes.

"Sir!" Lute exclaims with a shocked expression. "You're only suppose to spar with me!"

"You were taking your time Lute and Harper here insisted." Adam muses. "How can I refuse my cute little girl?"

Seizing the moment, Harper points her wooden sword at Lute with a defiant look in her eyes.

"Lieutenant Lute, I challenge you for the position of Lieutenant!" Harper grins mischievously, her gaze unwavering.

I'LL BE THE ONE THAT PROTECTS DAD!

Lute only fumes at the challenge. Not only did Harper challenge her for the position she held with pride, but she did so with a spark of determination that Lute couldn't ignore. Lute squared her shoulders, a mixture of annoyance and amusement crossing her features.

Clearly, she has been going far too easy on Harper during their own sparring matches.

IT WAS TIME TO PUT THIS BITCH IN HER PLACE!

Lute's expression turned serious as she accepted Harper's challenge, her own determination matching Harper's fiery resolve. She stepped forward, her gaze locking with Harper's, a silent promise of a fierce competition ahead.

The clash of wooden swords echoed through the training grounds as Harper and Lute engaged in a fierce battle, each one testing the other's skill and resolve. Harper fought with determination and agility, her movements fluid and precise. But Lute was no easy opponent; she countered Harper's strikes with strategic precision, pushing her to her limits.

As the spar continued, Adam observed with pride as Harper held her own against Lute's relentless onslaught. She was learning, adapting, growing stronger with each passing moment. But he also saw the intensity in Lute's eyes, the determination to defend her position as Lieutenant.

The spar raged on, each combatant refusing to back down. It was a battle of wills, a test of strength and skill. And in the end, only one would emerge victorious.

As the spar reached its climax, Lute's natural talent and strategic prowess began to tip the scales in her favor. She exploited Harper's moments of overconfidence and capitalized on every opening, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Harper fought fiercely, refusing to yield even as fatigue set in, but Lute's skill was undeniable. With a final, decisive strike, Lute disarmed Harper, leaving her defenseless before her.

Breathless and defeated, Harper looked up at Lute with a mix of admiration and determination. Despite her loss, she felt a newfound respect for her opponent, recognizing the depth of Lute's skill and the challenges she would need to overcome to reach her level.

Adam looked on with pride as both Harper and Lute exchanged a nod of mutual respect, the intensity of their spar dissipating into the calm of the training grounds. He stepped forward, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Alright girls, that was a wonderful display of skill from both of you." Adam announces with pride. "Now who is up for some Carbonara!?"

Harper and Lute shared a moment of silent acknowledgment before breaking into relieved laughter, the tension of their duel melting away. They sheathed their wooden swords and joined Adam with eager nods and bright smiles.

Seeing his daughters smile, Adam felt a warmth spread through his chest, a deep sense of contentment settling over him.

It was a fortunate thing that they were in Heaven. He will never have to see them upset or hurt.

-

How wrong Adam had been.

Adam's heart clenched at the memory, the bittersweetness of it washing over him like a wave. How he had cherished those moments, the simple joys of family and camaraderie. But now, faced with the reality of Harper's absence, those memories only served to deepen the ache in his soul.

As he stood in the training grounds, the echoes of their laughter fading into the night, Adam couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that consumed him. He had lost so much already—his wife, his daughter, his sense security—and now, the hope of finding Harper seemed to slip further and further away with each passing moment.

But he couldn't give up, not now. Not when Harper's voice still echoed in his mind, urging him forward. With a heavy heart and a renewed determination, Adam pressed on, his steps quickening as he followed the sound of her voice into the darkness.

"Please Harper!" Adam calls with tears in his eyes. "Daddy just wants to see you!"

There was a moment of silence as Adam's words hung in the air, the weight of his plea palpable in the stillness of the night. He waited with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest, hoping against hope for some sign, some response from his daughter.

"Not much further Dad." Harper's voice floated back to him, soft yet unmistakably clear, carrying a promise of hope and reunion. Adam's breath caught in his throat as he quickened his pace, the anticipation building with every step.

He followed the sound of her voice, his senses heightened as he navigated through the darkness. Each footfall felt like a step closer to the truth, to the possibility of finally holding his daughter in his arms once again.

It didn't take long before he finally reached his destination.

Harper's grave.

The only grave in Heaven.

The sight of Harper's grave brought a flood of emotions crashing over Adam, a mixture of grief, longing, and a profound sense of loss. He knelt beside the simple headstone, his fingers tracing the engraved letters of her name with a tenderness that spoke of a love that transcended time itself.

"Harper." he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm here, sweetheart. Daddy's here."

He lingered there for a long while, lost in memories of his beloved daughter. He remembered her laughter, her determination, her unwavering spirit. He remembered the warmth of her embrace, the sparkle in her eyes, the sound of her voice calling out to him.

Collapsing onto her grave, Adam leans himself against her tombstone as he buries his face in his hands. The weight of centuries of grief and longing bore down on him, threatening to crush him beneath their relentless burden.

He contemplates for a few minutes.

Was Harper alive and struggling in her grave!? Maybe he should dig her up and make sure!? Harper could be suffering in there!

"Dad." Harper voice calls out from behind. This was the clearest and nearest Adam has ever heard it.

"Harper!" Adam was about to swivel his head behind to greet her but she stops him.

"Don't turn around Dad." Harper warns. "If you do, I'll be gone."

Adam froze, his heart pounding in his chest at Harper's words. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, to see his daughter standing there before him. But her warning echoed in his mind, a reminder of the fragile thread that bound them together.

He fought against the overwhelming urge to look, his hands trembling as he struggled to maintain his composure. The temptation was almost unbearable, the desire to see Harper's face, to hear her voice, consuming him from within.

"I'm here, Harper." Adam said softly, his voice trembling with a mix of joy and sorrow. "I can hear you ... and that's enough."

He remained still, his hands resting on Harper's grave as he struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. The weight of her presence, so close yet intangible, was both a comfort and an agonizing reminder of what he had lost.

"I miss you so much, sweetheart." Adam whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know. I miss you too Dad." Harper whispers with longing in her voice.

Adam closed his eyes, savoring the sound of her voice, the feel of her presence so close yet so far away. In that moment, he allowed himself to believe, if only for a fleeting instant, that they were together again, father and daughter reunited at last.

But deep down, he knew the truth. Harper was gone, lost to him forever in a way that no amount of longing or love could change.

...

"You're not real, are you?" Adam says, fearing the answer.

Harper's voice falls silent, the air around Adam heavy with the weight of her unspoken answer. He feels a pang of sorrow as he waits for her response, knowing deep down what it would be.

After a moment that stretches into eternity, Harper's voice comes again, softer this time, filled with a sadness that mirrors his own. "No, Dad. I'm not real."

Adam's heart clenches at her words, the finality of it all crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He bows his head, tears streaming down his cheeks as he grapples with the truth he had tried so desperately to deny.

"I'm so sorry, Dad." Harper's voice whispers, the sound barely audible over the pounding of Adam's own heartbeat. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Adam shakes his head, unable to find the words to express the depth of his anguish. He had allowed himself to hope, to believe in the impossible, only to have his heart shattered once again.

"It's not your fault, Harper." Adam murmurs, his voice choked with emotion. "I wanted so desperately to see you again, to hold you in my arms. I let myself believe ..."

But real or not.

This may be the last time he will ever hear her voice.

He wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"How was your day?" Adam asks softly, his voice trembling with emotion. He knows it's a futile question, a feeble attempt to bridge the gap between them, but he can't help himself. The need to connect, to hold onto this fleeting moment for as long as possible, drives him to speak.

There's a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of Adam's ragged breathing as he waits for Harper's response. He holds his breath, the weight of her absence pressing down on him like a physical force.

Then, finally, Harper speaks, her voice barely more than a whisper carried on the wind. "It was good, Dad. I wish you were there."

Adam's heart clenches at her words, a bittersweet ache that fills him with both longing and regret. He wishes he could turn back time, rewrite the past, and be there for her in every moment that mattered.

"I wish I was too, sweetheart." Adam murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Harper. I'm sorry for everything."

"It's okay, Dad. I know you did your best." There's a palpable sense of sorrow in Harper's response, a shared pain that binds them together in their grief. "You are the best father a girl could ever ask for."

Adam nods, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. He wishes he could hold her, comfort her, but all he has are words, empty and inadequate in the face of their shared loss.

But for Adam, it's enough.

"Thank you, Harper." Adam whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "You mean everything to me. I would give anything to have you back."

There's a moment of silence, the weight of their unspoken longing hanging heavy in the air. Adam closes his eyes, savoring the echo of Harper's presence, knowing that soon it would fade into nothingness.

"I know." Harper's voice comes again, soft and tender, carrying with it a depth of emotion that transcends words. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Adam replies, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

For the next few hours, Adam talked to Harper, sharing memories, hopes, and dreams as if she were truly there beside him. He poured out his heart, expressing all the love and regret that had been bottled up inside him for centuries. He spoke of the moments they shared, the joy and laughter that had once filled their lives, and the pain of losing her that still haunted him to this day.

As the night wore on, Adam felt a sense of peace settle over him, a quiet acceptance of the reality that Harper was gone but never truly forgotten. He knew that their time together, however fleeting, had been a gift—a chance to say goodbye, to find closure, and to cherish the memories they had shared.

Eventually, as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Adam felt Harper's presence begin to fade, her voice growing fainter with each passing moment. He held onto her words, her laughter, her love, until they were nothing more than whispers in the wind.

"Goodnight, Harper." Adam whispers, his voice barely more than a breath as he closes his eyes, savoring the fleeting warmth of her voice.

"Goodnight, Dad." Harper replies, her voice fading into the darkness as Adam drifts into sleep, his heart heavy but his spirit strangely light.

Come morning, Sera and the others will awake and find him missing. They will go out searching and someone will eventually find him.

But for tonight, at least, Adam and Harper were together.

And that's all that matters.

Notes:

So wholesome right?

Next on Beyond Paradise: Uriel?

Chapter 64: Training the Future King

Summary:

Uriel?

Notes:

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1100 B.C

"Uriel! My friend!"

Uriel let out a sigh of disappointment, his serene surroundings disrupted by the familiar, exuberant voice of Adam. The First Man, ever the enthusiast, was once again here to disturb him

Uriel, one of the seraphim in Heaven, took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before turning to face the First Man. His six wings, radiant and expansive, gently fluttered as he slowly pivoted, his eyes locking onto Adam's. Despite the weariness creeping into his essence, he managed a semblance of a smile.

"Adam." Uriel greeted, his voice a harmonious blend of warmth and restraint. "To what do I owe the pleasure this time?"

Uriel knows why he is here. Adam always comes to him for the same reason.

Adam, together with Lute were holding up a picnic basket. The smell coming from the basket was heavenly, a blend of freshly baked bread, ripe fruits, and roasted meats. It was an aroma that even the ethereal beings of Heaven could appreciate. Uriel's eyes briefly widened in surprise before narrowing suspiciously.

"It's such a wonderful day, don't you think?" Adam muses.

"It's Heaven." Uriel flatly states. "It always a wonderful day."

Adam chuckled, unfazed by Uriel's less-than-enthusiastic response. "True, true. But still, even in Heaven, we can have our little joys, right?" He held up the basket, the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. "I thought it might be nice to share a meal together. It's been a while since we've just enjoyed each other's company."

"Correct." Uriel nods his head.

"So lets have a nice lunch. The three of us!" Adam excitedly says. "I hear Eden is nice -"

"I'm not taking you to Eden." Uriel cut him off, his tone firm. "That's out of the question, Adam."

Sera had instructed that above all else, Adam must never discover the co-ordinates of Eden. Fearful that if he did, the annual trip to the Garden of Eden would no longer be as meaningful to him with frequent visits. Especially considering that Eden was meant to serve as a distraction for the First Man during the extermination.

Outside of Sera, Michael and himself. No other angels, seraphim or otherwise, knew the location of Eden. Ensuring the security and sanctity of Eden was paramount, no matter how much Adam insisted.

They have done this same song and dance routine for centuries. Every so often, Adam would approach him with the offer of food and always push for Uriel to take him to Eden, where he was forbidden to enter outside of his annual visit. It was a test of Uriel's patience and resolve, one that he found increasingly tiresome with each repetition.

"Come on Uri!" Adam begs, his eyes pleading and filled with an almost childlike hope. "Just a quick visit, no harm done. We could have our lunch there, surrounded by all that beauty."

Sure, it sounded innocent enough but Uriel knew better than to trust Adam's seemingly innocent request. He sighed, letting his wings droop slightly in a rare display of frustration.

"Adam, you know the rules." Uriel said, his voice gentle but firm. "Eden is off-limits except for your annual visit. I'm not breaking this rule simply for "lunch"."

The last thing Uriel needed was to gain the ire of Sera. The Head Seraphim was strangely over-protective of the First Man and has shown to be unforgiving when it came to the rules set for him. The endless amounts of paperwork assigned to Michael from Sera for any breach of protocol regarding Adam served as a constant reminder of the consequences.

Yet, there was a persistent hope in Adam's eyes, a hope that Uriel couldn't help but admire, even if it bordered on naivety.

"Come on!" Adam begs again. "I even made your favorite! Grilled cheese sandwiches! Don't you like those anymore?"

Uriel's eye twitched at the mention of grilled cheese sandwiches. While he did find Adam's persistence to be somewhat annoying, there was no denying that his food was divine. Despite his resolve, Uriel found himself wavering at the thought of those perfectly toasted sandwiches, oozing with melted cheese.

"Give it up Sir, there is no tempting a seraphim like him." Lute spoke up.

"But it's the good cheese! Seth and I personally made it!" Adam paused, lifting the lid of the picnic basket slightly to reveal the golden, crispy sandwiches inside. The aroma intensified, enveloping Uriel in a tantalizing embrace. He fought to maintain his composure, though his resolve was weakening with each passing moment.

"Adam, you know I can't ..." Uriel began, but his voice faltered as the scent of the sandwiches reached his senses. His six wings twitched involuntarily, betraying his inner turmoil.

A knock to his office door was suddenly heard and a familiar voice came through.

"Uriel, may I come in?" Sera voice interrupted the tense moment, causing Uriel to exhale a sigh of relief internally.

"Of course, Sera." Uriel replied, turning his attention away from Adam and towards the entrance of his office.

As Sera entered, her gaze immediately fell upon the picnic basket held by Adam.

"What's all this?" Sera inquired, nodding towards the basket. "Lunch? Without me?"

"What -" Adam tries to say something but was quickly cut off by Uriel.

"Well, Adam here invited me out for lunch and suggested somewhere rather ... unconventional." Uriel explained smoothly while giving Adam a sly smirk.

"Is that so?" Sera says as she narrows her eyes at a now nervous Adam.

Adam shifted uncomfortably under Sera's scrutinizing gaze, his enthusiasm waning as he sensed her disapproval.

"Yes, um, I just thought a nice lunch together would be ... nice." Adam stammered, his initial confidence dissolving.

"Without Emily or me?" Sera continued, her tone icy but controlled. Her eyes bore into Adam, who seemed to shrink under her stern gaze.

Adam chuckled nervously, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Of course not, Mom!"

"Than why didn't you approach us first?" Sera questions.

"Ummm ..." Adam hesitates for a moment, trying his best to come up with a plausible excuse. "You were in a council meeting."

"No, Emily and I were in my office. In fact, if we were in a meeting, Uriel would have been a part of it." Sera glared at Adam, her eyes narrowing further. "So, what were you really planning?"

Uriel shows Adam a sly grin, much to his dismay. A chance to make the First Man suffer was finally upon him.

"Yes Adam, where was it that you wanted us to have lunch at?" Uriel leaned forward slightly, his expression now one of playful mischief. Adam squirmed under Sera's unyielding gaze, his earlier enthusiasm now replaced by apprehension. "I believe the location started with an "E"."

"Adam." Sera says, warning tones lacing her words with an unmistakable edge.

Tossing the picnic basket to Lute, Adam quickly makes a portal to anywhere and tries to dive through it, but Sera was too quick for him. With a swift motion, she raised her hand, creating a barrier that halted Adam in his tracks before he could escape.

With Adam stopped dead in his tracks, Sera reaches out and pinches his ear.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not allowed to know the location of Eden!?" Sera scolds as she pulls Adam towards her.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Adam cries out in pain, his expression caught between embarrassment and fear. He knows he's in trouble, caught red-handed in his attempt to lure Uriel into revealing the forbidden location.

"You're coming with me." Sera says sternly as she starts dragging Adam out the door and to her office.

"Ah! Save me Lute!" Adam cries out, half-jokingly, as he's dragged away by Sera.

Lute considers it for a moment, after all, she was in charge of his protection. However, a stern glare from Sera quickly shut that down. Besides, who was she to go against Lady Sera.

"You reap what you sow Sir!" Lute says as she follows them out, leaving the picnic basket with Uriel.

Once they've left his office, Uriel smiles and reaches into the picnic basket.

As Uriel reached into the picnic basket, his fingers brushed against the warmth of the grilled cheese sandwiches, still radiating with heat. He couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as he pulled one out, marveling at its perfectly golden exterior and the tantalizing aroma that filled the air around him.

Settling back into his chair, Uriel took a blissful bite, savoring the melty goodness of the cheese and the crunch of the toasted bread. It was a small moment of indulgence amidst the chaos of Heaven, a moment of simple pleasure that he cherished.

As he enjoyed his impromptu lunch, Uriel couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the absurdity of the situation. Adam's antics never failed to amuse him, even if they did test his patience at times. At least he had a delicious meal to enjoy.

Leaning back in his chair, Uriel closed his eyes for a moment, letting the flavors dance on his tongue as he savored each bite and as he finished the last bite of his grilled cheese sandwich, Uriel couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected moments of delight.

Adam is amusing.

-

1050 B.C

Lute was not expecting her day to go like this. Adam had suddenly dragged her out of the mansion and now, they were hiding in some bushes outside of Uriel's office building.

"Sir, what are we doing here?" Lute ask, knowing that Adam is scheming ... again.

"Lute, do you believe that accident's can happen at anytime." Adam ask as they lay in wait.

"Yes?" Lute replies after some hesitation.

"And do you count falling through a portal to be an accident?" Adam ask with a cheeky smile.

Lute furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of Adam's cryptic questions. "I suppose so, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, my dear Lute, it just so happens that Jophiel let slip some information when I was with her yesterday." Adam grinned mischievously. "See, Michael and Uriel are about to meet and head to Earth. They'll be meeting any moment now and soon they'll make a portal."

Adam's revelation sent a shiver down Lute's spine. "Wait, you mean to tell me that Michael and Uriel are planning to travel to Earth?"

Adam nodded, his excitement palpable. "Yes, and that's where we come in, my dear. We're going to "accidentally" go through that portal."

"You can't be serious Sir!?" Lute whispers in disbelief. "Why don't you just ask Lady Sera for permission to go to Earth?"

"I would but she has been tagging on more and more restrictions." Adam complains. "Eventually, she might even make me take the whole exorcist army with us and still only let me be on Earth for an hour!"

"Gee, I wonder why Sir." Lute says with a hint of sarcasm. "Perhaps it has something to do with your tendency to cause an uproar wherever you go?"

Adam chuckled, undeterred by Lute's remark. "I know right, exciting!"

Lute shakes her head. She needs to put a stop to this before Adam does something stupid and gains the ire of Lady Sera ... again. She had to find a way to dissuade him from this reckless plan.

"Sir, think about the consequences." she urged, keeping her voice low. "If we just barge in like this, we could disrupt important affairs. Lady Sera wouldn't be pleased, and who knows what trouble we might stir up on Earth?"

"It's Michael and Uriel, don't worry, they'll cover for me." Adam says confidently.

"Sir, please don't make me call Lady Sera." Lute warns.

Adam waved off her concerns with a dismissive gesture. "Oh, come on, Lute! Where's your sense of adventure? Haven't Aclima and I taught you anything!?"

"Sir, you can't -" Lute tries to protest but is cut off when Adam suddenly pulls her down to the floor. A shadow cast over them as the flying form of Michael appears overhead and lands in the courtyard of the building. They watch as Uriel exits the building and heads towards Michael.

"Its time Lute!" Adam says as he picks her up and holds her under his arms like a sack of potatoes. Lute squirms in his grasp, trying to break free from his hold.

"SIR!"

-

After landing gracefully, Michael sees his brother Uriel approaching him with an annoyed expression. Uriel's eyes flicker with curiosity as he notices Michael's presence.

"Uriel." Michael greets him warmly, "Are you ready?"

"Of course brother ... or is it sister now?" Uriel says, unable to resist poking fun at his brother.

"Very funny." Michael says sarcastically as he starts making gestures with his hands to open the portal to Israel. "Let's just quickly figure out why the Philistines and Israelites are about to fight."

"Whatever you say ... Malenia." Uriel snickers as he approaches the portal.

But just as the two of them are about to enter the portal, they hear a scream coming from behind them. Turning around, they see a fast approaching Adam with Lute under his arms.

"LOOK OUT!" Adam shouts as he races towards them.

"ADAM!?" Both Michael and Uriel shout in unison.

Michael and Uriel barely had time to react as Adam, with Lute in tow, barreled towards them like a meteor. Their eyes widened in shock before they were all swept into the portal's swirling vortex. They soon land in a heap on the dusty ground outside one of the many towns in Israel.

Groaning, Michael and Uriel disentangled themselves from Adam and Lute, who looked around with wide-eyed wonder and a touch of panic.

"Adam!" Michael exclaimed, brushing dust off his robes. "What in Heaven's name are you doing here?"

"Uh, well, you see, we ... fell through a portal?" Adam grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "An accident! Totally!"

"Like hell it is!" Uriel shouts in annoyance.

"Don't worry Sirs! I'll contact Lady Sera right now!" Lute says as she dust herself off.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Adam muses.

Michael quickly stops Lute from contacting Sera, knowing where this was going with the First Man.

"Why?" Michael ask.

"Well, I'm already on Earth so the rule is already broken." Adam states. "I doubt mom would care if I came here deliberate or not. She'll just get angry that I even left and just go after -"

"Us." Uriel says with an annoyed sigh. "She'll come after us."

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Of course, Adam was the only one stupid enough to pull a stunt like this and possibly get away with it.

Sera doesn't know that Adam is here with them on Earth ...

Thoughts of transforming into Malenia and whisking Adam away to somewhere secluded and having her way with him flooded his mind.

LET ME OUT!

LET ME LOVE HIM!

Shut up Malenia!

"I guess we can use him as a guide of sorts ... I suppose." Michael continued, his tone laced with reluctant acceptance. "Though I'm not thrilled about it."

Uriel sighed heavily, clearly sharing Michael's sentiment. "Fine, but if he causes any trouble, it's on your head."

"As always." Michael says, resigned to his fate as being the scapegoat for Adam.

ADAM WILL PAY WITH HIS ALCOHOL AND BODY LATER!

Adam beamed, his excitement undiminished by their reluctance. "Excellent! You guys probably won't regret this!"

Lute, still looking flustered, tried to make the best of the situation. "Sir, if we're really doing this, we need to at least have a plan. We can't just wander around aimlessly."

"Of course we can! That's the beauty of adventure!" Adam interjected with enthusiasm. "The best things in life are unplanned!"

With that, Adam keeps away his wings and halo and starts running in a random direction.

"SIR!" Lute calls out as she chases after him.

Michael and Uriel exchanged exasperated glances before reluctantly following Adam and Lute, determined to keep the situation under control.

-

"Get away from my sheep!"

Adam stops in his tracks when he hears the cry coming from a distance. Taking off in a sprint, he soon finds a young boy trying to protect his sheep from a bear.

Adam's heart raced as he watched the scene unfold before him. The young boy, no older than 13, stood bravely between the bear and his flock of sheep, wielding nothing but a simple wooden staff. His face was a mask of determination, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that belied his tender years.

Just like Abel.

Without a second thought, Adam charged forward, his wings spreading wide as he leaped into action. The bear turned its attention towards Adam, its eyes narrowing into slits as it growled menacingly. But Adam paid it no mind, his focus solely on the boy and his sheep.

"Get back, kid!" Adam shouted, his voice ringing out across the field. "I'll handle this!"

The boy hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Adam and the bear. But then, with a determined nod, he stepped back, allowing Adam to take his place in front of the sheep.

With a primal roar, the bear lunged at Adam, its massive claws slashing through the air. But Adam was ready, his movements fluid and precise as he dodged the attack with ease. In one swift motion, he grabbed hold of the bear's fur and flipped it over his shoulder, sending it crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

The bear snarled and struggled to rise, but Adam was relentless. With a series of well-placed blows, he subdued the beast, pinning it to the ground until it finally lay still, defeated.

"Wow!" The boy said in disbelief. "That was incredible!"

Adam turned to the boy with a reassuring smile, though his heart was still racing from the adrenaline rush. "You did well to stand your ground. Not everyone faces danger with such bravery."

"I didn't know what else to do." The boy nodded, still wide-eyed with amazement. "Mister! Are you an angel!?"

"How did you -" Adam pauses, remembering that his wings were still out before quickly retracting them. "I guess you caught me."

"So Heaven did hear my prayers!" The boy cheers. "And you answered them!"

...

"Sure kid, let's go with that." Adam replies. "So what's your name?"

"You don't know my name?" The boy ask. "Even though you answered my prayers?"

"Kid, do you know how many prayers I get? A lot!" Adam retorts. "So forgive me for not remembering every one of your names."

"I'm sorry Mr. Angel!" The boy replies fearfully. "My name is David!"

"Good to meet you David. My name is Adam." Adam replies with a soft smile.

"You remind me of someone I once knew." Adam continued, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and sadness. "His name was Abel. He was like you—brave, steadfast, and had a heart for protecting what was entrusted to him."

David's eyes widened with curiosity. "Abel? Like from the stories?"

Adam nodded solemnly. "... Yeah, from the stories. He faced challenges much like you did today. Always caring for his flock, always standing up against threats, no matter how daunting." The weight of those memories, both sweet and sorrowful, lingered in his voice.

David listened intently, clearly fascinated by the connection. "Did you know him well?"

Adam smiled softly, memories flickering behind his eyes. "Very well. He was ... special. Just like you are, David."

David beamed at the compliment, then hesitated before asking, "Is he ... is Abel still around?"

Adam's expression turned wistful. "... I wish."

David nodded thoughtfully, digesting Adam's words. "I want to be like him. Like Abel."

"You're already on that path, David," Adam assured him warmly. "Today, you showed that you have the heart of a protector. That's a rare gift. But what you need now is to learn how to defend yourself and your flock and I'm going to show you how."

Adam picked up a nearby stone and examined it thoughtfully. "David, have you ever used a sling before?"

David shook his head, his curiosity piqued. "A what?"

Adam smiled, a hint of excitement in his eyes. "A sling is a simple yet powerful weapon, even a kid like you can use it effectively. It's all about speed and accuracy. Let me show you."

Adam found a sturdy piece of leather and tied it securely around a small pouch in the center of the sling. "First, you place the stone in the pouch like this," he demonstrated, "then you hold one end of the sling in your hand and swing it around in a circular motion."

David watched attentively as Adam demonstrated the motion, his eyes following the rhythmic swing of the sling.

"Once you build up enough momentum," Adam continued, "you release one end of the sling, sending the stone flying towards your target."

David nodded, his expression both excited and determined. "Can I try!?"

"Of course!" Adam said, handing the sling over to David. "Remember, it takes practice to master. But once you get the hang of it, you'll find it to be a valuable tool for protecting yourself and those you care."

David took the sling in his hand, feeling its weight and the smooth texture of the leather. With a deep breath, he began to swing it around in a wide arc, gradually picking up speed.

Adam watched with pride as David's movements grew more fluid, his determination shining through with each swing. And then, with a swift release, David let go of one end of the sling, sending the stone hurtling through the air with surprising speed and accuracy.

The stone struck a nearby tree with a satisfying thud, eliciting a triumphant cheer from David.

"Nice shot!" Adam exclaimed, his smile widening. "With a little more practice, you'll be hitting targets with ease. Even bears will be afraid of you!"

"Thank you Adam!" David responded, his voice filled with gratitude.

Adam looks fondly at David, his enthusiasm truly reminded him of how Abel used to be. He couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within him as he watched David's determination and eagerness to learn. Perhaps, in this brave young shepherd, he had found a glimpse of the resilience and courage that had once defined Abel.

"You're welcome kid." Adam replies with pride. "You're going to grow up and do great things!"

"Really!?" David says with glee. "Do you think I could be king one day?"

"Sure!" Adam says, shrugging his shoulders. "Why not?"

"Adam!/Sir!" Lute and the two seraphim calls out, interrupting their conversation.

Adam turned to see Michael, Uriel, and Lute approaching, their expressions ranging from exasperation to mild amusement.

David looked up at them, his eyes wide with wonder. "More angels!?"

Michael sighed, placing a hand on Adam's shoulder. "We need to get back on track, Adam. We can't stay here for too long."

"Who's this?" Uriel asked, eyeing David with curiosity.

"This is David," Adam replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "He's a brave kid who stood up to a bear to protect his sheep."

Uriel's eyes softened as he looked at David. "Well, David, you certainly have the heart of a warrior."

David beamed at the compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Angel!"

...

"Adam!" Uriel exclaims. "You told him we were angels!?"

"Will you relax!" Adam says, trying to calm him down. Pulling all three of them aside, they huddle together in a group and start whispering.

"You revealed that we are angels to him!?" Uriel reiterates. "You're breaching protocols Adam!"

"Calm down, mom doesn't need know and so long as none of us report anything, we'll be fine." Adam assures.

"Damn it Adam! If Sera ever finds out about this, she'll cut off my whiskey supply!" Michael complains.

"He is right Sir, we're all screwed if Lady Sera discovers this trip of yours." Lute states.

"And she won't so long as all of us keep our mouth shut." Adam assures with a smile.

"What about the kid?" Uriel ask, poking his head out of the huddle to look at the kid.

"Don't worry, who is going to believe a kid that someone from Heaven came down to him?" Adam explains. "They'll probably think he had a dream or something."

The four of them exchange uneasy glances between one another before Uriel sighs heavily, shaking his head in resignation.

"Fine, but just know that if this goes south, I'm taking you down with us Adam." Uriel replies.

"Yeah, yeah, love you too Uri." Adam says dismissively.

They break from their huddle and return to David.

"Well David, the four of us have to go but remember what I taught you with the sling." Adam said, his tone serious yet encouraging. "Practice hard and stay vigilant. You never know when danger might strike again."

David nodded eagerly, clutching the sling tightly in his hand. "I will, Adam! Thank you for everything!"

With a final wave goodbye, Adam, Michael, Uriel, and Lute quickly retreat away. Off to continue their original purpose.

-

David can do this, somehow he knows it!

He has Heaven behind his plans.

There's just no way, he could blow it.

Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

To show his worth and become the king.

Or whatever he is meant to be.

Don't worry, Adam.

This could be swell.

Something tells him that today he will be the one to kill Goliath!

Notes:

So that is how David vs Goliath started.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

Chapter 65: A Portal Opens

Summary:

Another Fool-proof plan!

Notes:

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Chapter Text

"I think you've gotten very lazy with your "fool-proof" plans Lucifer." Lilith says with annoyance as the three of them lounge on some chairs in the distance, watching the Philistines and Israelites.

"You expect us to believe that if we just lounge around, my Adam will somehow magically appear?" Eve ask in disbelief.

"It worked last time with Egypt, so why not this time too?" Lucifer stretches lazily, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Besides, the beauty of this plan is that we didn't get involved in any affairs! This is on all those people so surely Adam will hear us out this time!"

"Assuming he even knows what is going on in the world." Lilith remarks. "If I were Sera, I would keep Adam locked up in Heaven and far away from Earth as possible."

"I know my Adam. He will find a way to Earth somehow." Eve continues, her voice filled with unwavering confidence. "I wouldn't be surprised if he even manages to find himself on the moon somehow."

"That's cute." Lilith says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "But let's be realistic here. We did kill his daughter ... what was her name again? I know it starts with an "H"."

"Harlot!" Eve yells, remembering Aclima's face. How she wishes it had been Aclima instead of that lookalike.

"Yeah, sure. Harlot." Lilith says with a scoff. "Killing his daughter might put a damper on his mood so he might not be as eager to come running back to us as you think."

Lucifer chuckled softly, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh Lilith, you underestimate the power of our bond with Adam. Remember, we were his first in many ways! You being his first love, Eve being his true love and me being his best friend!"

Lilith narrowed her eyes skeptically. "You're banking an awful lot on sentiment, Lucifer. Sentiment didn't stop him from fighting us last time."

"Last time was different! He was ... overzealous because I tripped over my own words. I did call him an ass by mistake." Lucifer says, grinning sheepishly. "But this time, I have a good feeling about it. Besides, even if he's upset about Harlot, he knows we didn't mean to hurt her. It was a mistake, a tragic one, but still a mistake."

"If he had just eaten the apple like we told him, no one would have had to die." Eve says with a hint of frustration, her eyes clouded with anger. "But he had to go and defy us. It's like he doesn't trust us. DOESN'T TRUST ME!"

HIS ONE TRUE LOVE!

WHAT THE FUCK ADAM!?

"Which is why, this time we are trying a more ... gentle approach." Lucifer states. "Of course, first we have to get him away from the scrutinizing eyes of Heaven."

"Lucifer's right. Adam understands us better than anyone. He knows we're flawed, but he also knows our hearts. He'll forgive us, especially if we show him that we're truly sorry." Eve nodded, her expression softening. "But this time, let me do the fucking talking!"

"Right right." Lucifer acquiesces with a smirk. "You always did have a way with words, Eve. Just be sure to keep the emotional outbursts to a minimum. We need him to see our sincerity, not our desperation."

Lilith sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I still think this plan is too risky. What if he refuses to listen?"

"Oh sweetie, I didn't realize your love for my Adam was so shallow." Eve replies teasingly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Trust me, Lilith. When Adam sees us, he won't be able to resist. After all, he's as much a part of us as we are of him. We'll make him see reason."

Lucifer chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Don't worry, honey. If there's one thing Adam can't resist, it's our charms and ... persistence."

Lilith rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "Well, whatever happens, let's hope it's a happy ending this time."

Lilith sighs, turning her gaze to the sky. Their poor Adam was trapped in Heaven, held captive by those angels and keeping him ignorant. He must be suffering up there, doing their bidding and deluding him into thinking he is happy.

Lilith couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for Adam. She remembered the days of their shared laughter, their deep conversations under the stars, and the warmth of his touch. But now, he seemed so distant, locked away in a realm beyond her reach.

SHE MUST SAVE HIM!

FREE HIM!

LOVE HIM!

With renewed determination, the trio set their sights on their mission: to bring Adam back to their side, no matter the obstacles they faced. For in their hearts, they knew that their bond with Adam was unbreakable, and they would stop at nothing to reclaim what was rightfully theirs.

-

"Do you see that!?" Adam points out with excitement as Uriel, Michael, Lute and himself are perched on top of a building overlooking the outside of a town. "That little pipsqueak David is actually standing up to that giant!"

"I believe that giant's name is Goliath, Sir." Lute states as she squinted her eyes. "David seems to be confronting him with that sling you gave him."

"Is he a fool?" Uriel questions, adjusting his stance to get a clearer view. "He's quite audacious, isn't he?"

Michael nodded, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene below. "He's certainly brave. But let's see if his courage will hold."

Adam grinned, feeling a surge of pride for David's boldness. "I have a feeling David will surprise us all."

As they continued to watch, tension mounted in the air. Goliath's booming voice echoed across the valley, challenging the Israelites to send out a champion to face him. David, undeterred, stepped forward with his sling in hand, his determination palpable even from their vantage point.

"He's not hesitating." Lute observed, impressed by David's resolve.

"He believes he can do it." Adam remarked, his admiration evident. "And I believe in him too!"

"Probably because a certain someone said that Heaven sent him to answer David's prayers." Uriel glanced at Adam with a knowing smile. "Your faith in the unusual never ceases to amaze me."

Before Adam could respond, a hush fell over the spectators as David released a stone from his sling. The projectile flew true, finding its mark with uncanny accuracy. Goliath staggered and fell, the ground shaking with the impact.

"He did it!" Adam exclaimed, a mixture of awe and delight in his voice. "That's my Abel-I mean, David."

"Settle down Sir!" Lute scolds, trying to get Adam to compose himself. "You're drawing attention to us."

"So what!?" Adam says in excitement. "We all look human and nobody here even knows who we are except David."

-

"It kind of impressive that little shrimp was able to take on that giant." Lilith remarks, her tone filled with a begrudging respect.

"Who cares?" Eve says without a care. "GET TO THE BLOODSHED! I WANT MY ADAM!"

"Relax Eve, only one of them died so far so its doubtful Adam will-" Lucifer pauses mid-speech as his eyes narrow at what he sees in the distance. A figure stood atop one of the many buildings, his presence unmistakable even from afar. It was Adam, their Adam, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and pride.

"... Adam." Lucifer says in awe.

Lilith's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on him, her heart racing with anticipation. "There he is." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant clamor of the crowd.

Eve's eyes widened with excitement, a surge of longing coursing through her veins. "Adam!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Lucifer's smirk widened into a grin as he watched Adam, a sense of triumph washing over him. "Told you he'd find his way here." he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "You two owe me an apology-Eve no!"

Eve was about ready to fly and tackle Adam like before but Lucifer and Lilith quickly jumps on her, putting a damper on her plan.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STOPPING ME!?" Eve shouts as she struggles in their grip. "MY ADAM IS RIGHT THERE!"

"And look who is with him!" Lilith yells.

Eve narrows her eyes, tearing her gaze away from Adam and instead, focusing on the ones around him. Adam stood atop the building, his presence commanding, his eyes filled with a sense of purpose. But it wasn't just him that caught their attention. Standing beside him were figures they hadn't expected to see.

"It's that bitch I punched!" Eve says as she narrows her eyes at the Aclima lookalike.

Lilith rolls her eyes before pointing at the other two figures with Adam. The two far more imposing figures.

"Michael and Uriel!" Lucifer says through gritted teeth.

Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve watched with mounting frustration as Adam interacted with Michael and Uriel, his expression one of calm resolve. It was clear that their Adam had not come alone, and the angels flanking him posed a significant obstacle to their plans.

"Great." Lilith muttered, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Just what we needed, angelic babysitters."

Eve snarled in irritation, her hands balling into fists. "Those bastards are ruining my reunion with Adam! I will NOT let them stand in my way!"

Lucifer placed a calming hand on her shoulder, his tone firm. "Calm down Eve. We need to approach this carefully."

"What do you mean!?" Eve demands.

"Listen, I have a fool-proof plan."

-

After watching the Israelites chase off the Philistines, the four of them left to find a secluded forest area to create a portal to return to Heaven. Once they were sufficiently far enough away from the town, Adam started working on making a portal but was stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

"And where do you think you're going with my husband?" Lilith calls out.

The four of them whipped around to see Lilith emerging from the tree line, carrying an unconscious David in her arms. Adam's heart skipped a beat at the sight of them, a mixture of emotions flooding his mind—worry, anger, vengeance!.

"Lilith!?" Adam's voice was filled with rage.

Lute was quick to draw her sword and stand in front of Adam, both to protect him and stop him from acting recklessly.

Lilith smirked, holding David up like a prize. "Yes, Adam, it's me. And look what I found—this brave little warrior. He put up a good fight, but in the end, well ..." She trailed off, her eyes glittering with malice.

"Let him go, Lilith," Adam demanded, his voice trembling with barely contained anger.

"Oh, Adam." Lilith cooed, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "You know it's not that simple. We need to talk. All of us." Her gaze shifted to the angels flanking Adam.

Michael stepped forward, his expression stern. "Release the boy, Lilith. Now!"

"Or what?" Lilith challenged, her grip tightening on David. "You'll smite me? I don't think Adam would appreciate that, now would he? Especially when you might hurt this cute little thing."

Uriel's eyes narrowed, a flicker of divine light dancing within them. "This doesn't have to end in violence, Lilith. Let the boy go, and we can discuss whatever it is you want."

Uriel was lying, the moment Lilith lets David go, he was going to smite her and end this standoff quickly. But unfortunately, Lilith knew better than to trust the words of an angel.

"I don't trust you, Uriel." Lilith sneered, her eyes darting between Adam and the angels. "But I do trust Adam. So let's make a deal, shall we?"

"You must be crazy thinking I'll make ANY deal with you, Lilith!" Adam's jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Lilith. He wanted nothing more than to charge forward and punch her but Lute was wisely holding him back. "AFTER WHAT YOU FUCKING DID TO HARPER!"

"Oh, so that was her name." Lilith's smirk widened. "Adam, you're still so naive. I want you to come with us. Leave these sanctimonious angels behind and join us where you belong. With the people who LOVE YOU!"

"He isn't going anywhere." Michael states sternly as his eyes dart around. If Lilith is around, than Lucifer and Eve are probably not far behind.

Adam's gaze hardened, his resolve strengthening in the face of Lilith's manipulation. "You think I would abandon everything I have just to be with you again? After everything you've done!?"

Lilith's smirk faltered, her expression darkening with frustration. "Adam, please, you have to understand—"

"No, Lilith!" Adam interrupted, his voice firm. "I understand perfectly. You want to use me, just like you and Lucifer always have! But I won't let you manipulate me anymore. I won't be a part of Lucifer's sick collection!"

Lilith's grip on David tightened, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're making a mistake, Adam. You belong with us, not with these angels who only seek to control you!"

"She is right bestie." Lucifer says as he appears off to Lilith's right. "I should know, I was once like them."

Michael quickly fixed his focus on to Lucifer, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Lucifer." he said, his voice cold and authoritative. "What are you doing here?"

Lucifer smirked, his demeanor oozing with confidence. "Oh, just dropping by to see my old friend Adam. Thought I'd say hello and have a chat."

"Chat?" Adam scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have the audacity to call this a chat after what you did to Harper!?"

"Adam, I know you're upset." Lucifer said, his hands raised in a calming. "But you have to understand, we didn't mean for any of that to happen. It was an accident."

"YOU BASTARD!" Adam shouts in anger. "YOU CALL KILLING MY DAUGHTER AN ACCIDENT!?"

Oof. This was going to be harder than Lucifer thought. Though, he was surprised at his reaction. After all, Heaven was basically culling his children every year and he doesn't seem to mind.

Unless ... he doesn't know?

Of course! How could he be so dumb! They would keep such things hidden from him!

"Why such hatred Adam?" Lucifer coos, his pride in his plan now increasing tenfold with his deduction. "After all, Heaven has been allowing E-days!"

The three angels were stunned with Lucifer's reveal and they quickly look back at Adam to gauge his reaction but instead, all they found was a puzzled Adam.

"E-days? This has nothing to do with that you moron!" Adam shouts back.

What does Eden days have to do with anything!? How does he even know about it? A day where he goes to Eden with Emily and his daughters show off their skills to the seraphims ... unless ...

HE IS FUCKING MOCKING HIM!

MOCKING HARPER!

"You son of a bitch!" Adam shouts in anger.

Lucifer was stunned. Adam seemingly knew about the exterminations and was fine with Heaven killing his children and descendants!? That can't be right! The Adam he knew would never approve of such a thing. Lucifer's mind raced, trying to make sense of Adam's reaction and what it could mean for their plans. He had assumed Adam was unaware, but now it seemed there was more to Adam's stance than he had anticipated.

Michael, Uriel and Lute lets out a breath of relief, thankful that he did not catch on the true nature of the E-days.

Adam's anger, however, remained palpable, his fists clenched at his sides. "You think this is some kind of joke, Lucifer? You think killing my daughter is funny!?"

Not wanting to risk Lucifer trying again to reveal the truth about the exterminations, Michael charges towards Lucifer with every intention to pummel him into submission.

"I guess that lesson back in Egypt wasn't enough for you!" he bellows, his voice booming with authority as he launches himself at Lucifer, his six wings unfurling with a mighty gust of wind. "Hope you fixed that skill issue!"

Lucifer knows that he won't win this fight, especially not against Michael. His wings tremble slightly in fear. But he wasn't planning on fighting Michael.

No, he only needed to draw his attention.

Lucifer quickly took off, letting Michael give chase as he led him away from the others. Meanwhile, Lilith was locked in a tense standoff with Uriel, Lute and Adam, both sides eyeing each other warily, waiting for the other to make a move.

"Let Abel-I mean, David go!" Adam yells.

"Abel?" Lilith looks down at the unconscious David. "Oh, no wonder you're so enamored with this boy. How about it Adam? Why don't we take him to hell along with you and you can have "Abel" back."

As Adam's anger flares, Lilith's taunting only fuels the fire within him. He takes a step forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't you dare speak his name!" he roars, his voice echoing through the clearing.

"Sir! Calm down!" Lute says, stepping in front of Adam, her sword at the ready. She knew Adam was on the brink of losing control, and she couldn't let him do anything he'd regret.

Uriel, sensing the tension, stepped forward, his expression grave. "Lilith, release the boy. This doesn't have to end in violence."

Lilith's smirk widened, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" she retorted, her grip on David tightening.

THE FUN WILL COME SOON ENOUGH!

-

Meanwhile, Lucifer led Michael on a merry chase through the skies, dodging and weaving through clouds and celestial currents. Michael's expression was grim and determined, his wings beating with purpose as he pursued the fallen angel.

"You can't run forever, Lucifer!" Michael's voice echoed through the heavens, carrying with it an unmistakable sense of righteous fury. "Who knew your Lucy form was more manly than you!"

Lucifer couldn't help but seethe at Michael's remark, though he made sure to keep his focus on the task at hand. Leading Michael away from the others was crucial to their plan, and Lucifer was willing to endure whatever insults Michael hurled his way. Soon, he'll be the one laughing once his fool-proof plan comes to fruition.

After narrowly dodging Michael's punch, Lucifer looks back and sees Uriel stepping away from Adam.

NOW WAS THE TIME TO STRIKE!

Michael was surprised when Lucifer suddenly changed course and started flying back towards the clearing where Adam, Lilith, Uriel, and Lute were engaged in a tense standoff. His initial instinct was to pursue Lucifer, but a nagging feeling told him that something was amiss.

"What are you up to, Lucifer?" Michael muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Soon, a look of panic quickly overcame him when he realized that Eve hadn't made her appearance yet.

And Lucifer was the key.

He has to stop Lucifer from pulling whatever trick he was planning!

Summoning several spears made of holy light, he launches them towards Lucifer, aiming to intercept him before he reaches the others. But Lucifer was prepared for this, and he deftly maneuvers out of the way, narrowly avoiding the spears. Though he wasn't the luckiest as one of the spears manages to pierce his torso, causing him an immense amount of pain.

But Lucifer's dream of having all four of them together once more kept him going. Raising his hands, he conjures up two portals, one a few feet away from Adam, without his notice and the other by Lilith.

ADAM WILL SOON BE THEIRS!

-

Lilith smirks once she sees the portal appear, signaling that it was finally time for Eve to act. To ensure that Uriel was distracted, she launches David at him. David's body hurtled through the air, his unconscious form colliding with Uriel with unexpected force. Lilith quickly hops into the portal followed closely by Lucifer. Caught off guard, Uriel stumbled backward, his concentration broken as he struggled to regain his footing.

"Sir Uriel!" Lute yells, stepping forward to try and help the seraphim.

Seeing the resulting distraction provided by Lilith's maneuver, Eve burst out of the bushes that she was hiding in and flew straight towards Adam.

"ADAM!" Eve calls out with an wide unhinged smile.

"EVE!?" Adam's eyes widened in disbelief and horror as Eve charged towards him. He instinctively stepped back, unknowingly getting closer to the portal. His mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a deep sense of vulnerability.

Eve was charging right at him and countering her charge should be the easiest move to pull. He has done it numerous times when sparring with Aclima, Lute and Vaggie. But as he watched the one he once loved with all his heart close in, his heart hesitated, memories of their past flashing through his mind.

Eve's emerald eyes were wild with desperation and determination, her speed relentless as she closed the gap between them.

ADAM WAS FINALLY HERS AGAIN!

JUST THROUGH THE PORTAL WHERE THE APPLE AWAITS HIM!

"SIR!" Lute internally reprimanded herself for stepping too far away from Adam. She was too late in noticing that a portal had appeared near Adam and there wasn't enough time for her to reach Adam AND pull him away. So she does the only thing she can do in that moment.

SHE WILL PROTECT ADAM!

She flies with all her might towards Adam, reaching him seconds before Eve could and pushes him out of the way of Eve's charge.

"NO!" Eve shrieked as she collided with Lute instead of Adam, the impact sending them both hurtling through the portal. Eve’s face twisted in fury and frustration as she and Lute end up in Eve's bedroom.

NO!

IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE ADAM!

NOT THIS BITCH!

SHE AND ADAM SHOULD BE MAKING SWEET LOVE THIS VERY MOMENT!

Eve turns back to where the portal had been mere seconds ago but it has long since closed off.

"ADAM!"

-

"LUTE!" Adam screams as he scrambles to his feet, panic now gripping his heart.

NO!

HE CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER DAUGHTER!

He tries to go for the portal but it closes before he even reaches it. Memories of Harper dying before him flashes through his mind as the realization of what could be happening to Lute washes over him. With a mixture of fear and desperation, Adam pounds his fists against the ground where the portal was, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be happening to Lute.

HE NEEDS TO GO TO HELL!

But before Adam could create the portal to hell, Michael stops him.

"Adam, we need to return to Heaven! NOW!" Michael orders.

"No! I'm not leaving Lute in hell!" Adam retorts angrily. "MY DAUGHTER NEEDS ME!"

Michael forcibly restrains Adam, stopping him from making any portals.

"Don't be a fool Adam!" Uriel says as he approaches them after ensuring David was safe. "We don't even know where they teleported to! It may not even be hell!"

"It's a start!" Adam yells, but the two seraphim were not having it.

Uriel creates a portal to Heaven while Michael drags a struggling Adam through it.

NO!

HIS DAUGHTER NEEDS HIM!

"LUTE!"

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise.

Lute vs Eve?

Chapter 66: Locked Down

Summary:

Lute in Hell!?

Notes:

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Chapter Text

After being contacted by Sera earlier, Aclima and Vaggie were doing everything they could to try and stop their father from doing something he would regret later. Adam barges into the Aclima's office, his eyes wide with urgency and a deep frown creasing his forehead. Stomping over to the back where his golden axe lay., he throws open the cabinet doors and immediately reaches in and picks up the familiar weapon.

"Dad! Calm down!" Aclima begs as she and Vaggie try to calm him down.

"Calm down!?" Adam yells. Rarely does he yell, especially towards Aclima. "Your sister is trapped in hell! I'm saving her!"

"We know! Grandma told us!" Vaggie exclaims, feeling a surge of panic. "But what you plan to do won't help!"

Adam's face is set with determination as he straps the axe to his back. "I don't care! Right now, I got a daughter to save!" Pushing past Aclima who was trying to stop him, he makes his way to the door.

"Dad! You're not thinking clearly!" Aclima pleads as she follows after him.

"Wait Dad!" Vaggie calls out, worried for her father.

Before Adam could leave the office, Sera had appeared at the doorway. But her presence didn't deter Adam, he continued forward, fully intent on pushing past her. But unlike with Aclima and Vaggie, Sera had the strength to stop him. Reaching out, she grabs him by both shoulders, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"And where does my son think he is heading off to?" Sera's voice was calm yet firm, her grip unwavering as she held Adam in place. Her eyes, though filled with concern, bore the wisdom and authority that often came with age and experience.

Adam's eyes blazed with a mixture of frustration and desperation. "Mom, let go! Lute needs me, and every second I waste here could be the difference between life and death for her!"

"I'm aware. Michael and Uriel had informed me of what had transpired on Earth which I don't recall ever giving permission for you to go on." Sera paused, her gaze penetrating.

"Admonish me later Mom! Right now I have a daughter to save!" Adam struggles to break free of her grip but it was futile.

"Look at me Adam." Sera demands.

"Mom, now isn't the time-" Adam tries to protest but Sera cuts him off.

"Look at me Adam!" Sera repeats, now more sternly.

Sera's voice held a commanding presence, one that brooked no argument. Reluctantly, Adam met his mother's gaze, his golden eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions.

Sera's expression softened slightly, though her grip remained firm. "Adam, I understand your concern for Lute but rushing into hell is playing right into Lucifer's hands."

"He's using her as bait, Adam." Sera continued, her voice laden with concern. "Lucifer wants to draw you in. You are his goal."

"He wants me so badly, than he is getting me!" Adam says in anger. "I'll make him regret ever meeting me in Eden!"

"Adam, no!" Sera warns. "You are not going to hell. Period!"

DON'T YOU DARE!

"Dad, listen to grandma!" Aclima pleads from behind. "What she is saying is true!"

"Yeah Dad, if she is saying it than there is probably some merit to it." Vaggie held her father's gaze, her voice wavering with concern. "Please don't go rushing into this! Especially since its about Lucifer!"

Adam's shoulders slumped slightly, torn between his fatherly instinct to rescue his daughter and his mother's stern warning. The weight of their gazes bore down on him, each pleading for him to reconsider.

But no! Lute risked her life to save him! What kind of father would he be if he didn't do everything in his power to save her in return!?

"I'm going to hell and saving Lute!" Adam says in a firm voice, his resolve not wavering. "She would do the same for me!"

"Than you leave me no choice Adam." Sera says. A bright light suddenly engulfs everyone in the office and the next thing they know, they were back in the mansion, in Adam's room.

"... My room?" Adam looked around in confusion, his anger momentarily quelled by the sudden change in his surroundings.

Using his moment of confusion, Sera takes Adam's axe off of him and pushes him to the bed.

"Adam, you are not in the best state of mind right now." Sera declares, teleporting the axe away. "So until this situation is resolved, you are not allowed to leave your room."

Adam's eyes flared with indignation. "Mom, you can't be serious! You can't just imprison me here!" He tried to rise, but Sera's hand on his chest kept him down.

"Watch me." Sera replied, her voice calm and unwavering. "You need to trust me on this, Adam. There are other ways to save Lute without sacrificing yourself."

"Aclima, Vaggie." Sera continues. "Ensure your father stays here."

"Yes Grandma!" Aclima and Vaggie say in unison.

THEY WILL KEEP THEIR DAD SAFE!

"You can't stop me!" Adam shouts as he scrambles off the bed and dives through the open window. But instead of flying away, he crashes into Jophiel instead who promptly brings him back into his room.

"I'm sorry Adam but I heard what happened and I agree with Sera, you're not in the right state of mind." Jophiel says as she plants him back on the bed.

Thinking quickly, Adam tries to conjure a portal. Sure, he may be unarmed but he doesn't care.

HE NEEDS TO SAVE LUTE!

However, the familiar angelic power doesn't come to him. He tries again but to no avail.

"I'm sorry too Adam." Emily says as she step out from behind Sera, her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light. "But I've temporarily blocked your powers. It's for your own good."

Adam's frustration mounted, his fists clenching as he felt the weight of his helplessness. "You can't do this to me! My daughter needs me! This is not fair!"

"Adam, I understand your pain." Sera's eyes softened, and she sat down beside Adam, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "As a mother, I know what it feels like to want to protect your child at ALL costs."

"BUT-" Adam was suddenly silenced when Sera puts her finger to his mouth.

"This is your fault Adam." Sera paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "You may say it was an "accident" but we all know that isn't true. You deliberately chose to go to Earth without my permission and have now endangered Lute."

IF ONLY YOU STAYED IN HEAVEN!

Guilt gnawed at Adam, the weight of his mother’s words pressing down on him. The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the reality of the situation settled in.

Aclima and Vaggie exchanged worried glances, unsure how to navigate the storm of emotions raging in their father.

Adam's face contorted with a mix of guilt and frustration. "I ... I know I messed up," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't just sit here and do nothing while my daughter is in danger."

"You are forcing my hand, Adam." Sera continues. "But as long as you are hellbent on rushing into hell, I'm not letting you leave."

"I understand ..." Adam nods.

...

Adam quickly stands and runs for the door!

"Oh no you don't!" Aclima shouts, as both Vaggie and herself tackle him. Adam slowed down against his daughters' hold, giving enough time for Jophiel and Emily to grab him from behind, stopping him completely.

"Let me go!" Adam roared, his voice filled with desperation. "I need to save Lute!"

"Stop fighting us, Dad!" Vaggie shouted back, her grip tightening. "We're trying to help you!"

"Adam! I will do all in my power to save Lute." Sera announces. "And all I ask is that you remain here until she safely returns to us."

Adam paused mid-struggle, his chest heaving with the effort and frustration of being held back by his family. Sera's words echoed in his mind, mixing with the turmoil of guilt and urgency. He looked into the eyes of his daughters and felt their determination, their fear for him and for Lute.

"You promise me, Mom?" Adam's voice was strained, his resolve beginning to waver. "You'll do everything to bring her back?"

Adam's muscles tensed, torn between his fatherly instinct to rush headlong into danger and his family's desperate attempt to protect him.

"I promise, Adam. Lute will come home. But you must trust me to handle this." Sera assures.

Adam closed his eyes, battling the storm of emotions raging within him. Emily and Jophiel held him steady, their presence a comforting anchor in the tumultuous sea of his thoughts.

"Fine." he finally murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'll stay."

Adam lays back in his bed defeated with the four girls surrounding him and holding him tight to ensure he doesn't try to escape. With the four of them keeping watch over Adam, Sera was confident that Adam would not be able to leave. But knowing him, it was better to be safe than sorry which is why after she had contacted Aclima and Vaggie earlier, she had contacted the rest of the exorcist army and they were more than happy to watch over their father.

Stepping into the hallway, Sera was satisfied to see several exorcists are standing guard along the hallway, more of Adam's daughters here to prevent him from leaving should he manage to get past those four. Of course, they weren't the only ones. Throughout the mansion were many exorcists patrolling and keeping watch, ready to stop their father if needed.

Upon leaving the mansion, Sera was happy to see hundreds of exorcists in the surrounding area, waiting in the gardens and along the perimeter, their faces set with determination and loyalty. Each one was prepared to intercept and stop their father from making any rash decisions that could jeopardize his safety.

Sera knew that Adam’s determination was a formidable force, but with the combined strength and watchfulness of Heaven's finest, she felt a sense of security.

-

Eve was furious, not only was she unsuccessful in getting Adam into hell, she got this Aclima lookalike instead. At least she has something to take her frustrations out on ... even if it wasn't the real deal.

"ARGH!" Lute shouts as she aims to drive her sword through Eve.

Eve sidestepped swiftly, narrowly avoiding the thrust of Lute's sword. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of frustration and malice. "You are nothing but a cheap copy." she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "But I suppose you'll have to do."

CHEAP COPY!?

Lute's grip tightened on her sword, her eyes narrowed with determination. "I'm more than just a copy!" she retorted, her voice steady despite the tension. "And I'll prove it!"

Eve smirked, circling Lute with a predatory grace. "Oh, I doubt that." she taunted. "But by all means, try."

Lute took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. Eve was unarmed but that didn't mean she was defenseless. And if Aclima could beat her than surely she could as well.

Lute lunged forward again, her rapier slicing through the air with precision. Eve danced away, her movements fluid and calculated, always just out of reach of Lute's strikes. Despite Eve being unarmed, her strength and agility were formidable, her confidence growing with each successful dodge.

Eve aims a swift kick towards Lute's midsection, but Lute anticipated the move, sidestepping and countering with a quick jab towards Eve's shoulder.

Eve grunted in pain as the rapier grazed her, a thin line of blood appearing on her skin. Her eyes flashed with renewed aggression, and she charged forward, aiming to grapple Lute into a hold. Lute twisted away, narrowly avoiding Eve's grasp, and retaliated with a series of rapid thrusts and slashes.

"You're persistent." Eve remarked with a smirk, her voice tinged with amusement. "But you're no Aclima."

Lute gritted her teeth, her determination unwavering. She adjusted her stance, focusing on Eve's movements, searching for an opening. Eve circled her opponent, waiting for Lute to make the next move, her confidence evident in every gesture.

Suddenly, Lute feinted a lunge towards Eve's left and swiftly changed direction, aiming for Eve's right side. Caught off guard for a split second, Eve tried to evade, but Lute's blade grazed her forearm, drawing another line of blood.

Eve hissed in pain, her expression darkening. She leaped back, creating distance between them, her eyes narrowing as she assessed Lute with newfound respect. "Not bad." she admitted grudgingly.

Grabbing a nightstand, Eve tosses it at Lute, aiming to distract her and gain an advantage. Lute, caught off guard by the sudden projectile, barely manages to sidestep in time, the nightstand crashing into the ground with a loud thud.

Eve takes advantage of the distraction, closing the distance between them in an instant. She delivers a swift series of punches and kicks, her movements precise and calculated. Lute tries to defend herself, parrying Eve's attacks with her rapier, but Eve's strength proves to be overwhelming.

Despite Lute's efforts, Eve manages to land a solid blow, sending Lute stumbling backward, dropping her rapier. Lute grits her teeth against the pain, her determination fueling her resolve. But she knows she can't take hits like those.

She somersaults onto Eve's bed and kicks the blanket over Eve's head. As Eve struggles to remove it, Lute looks around to see what she can use as a weapon.

Directly behind her, above the bed, was a large painting of Adam.

...

It will have to do!

Lifting the frame off the wall, Lute smashes the painting over Eve's head, sending her stumbling backwards.

"How dare you!" Eve shouted angrily as she rubs her head.

Lute jumps over Eve and tries to go for her rapier but Eve wasn't letting her. Eve kicks a nearby stool towards Lute, sending her crashing into the wall.

"That was one of my favorite paintings." Eve says angrily as she tears the painting and blanket off of her.

Lute groaned as she pushed herself up from the floor, her muscles protesting the impact. She shook her head, spitting out the golden ichor that had pooled in her mouth, trying to clear the dizziness as she assessed the situation. Eve was closing in fast, her expression twisted with fury.

But Lute wasn't about to back down. She gritted her teeth and scanned the room for anything she could use to defend herself. Her eyes fell on a shard of broken glass from the shattered painting lying on the floor nearby. With a swift motion, she grabbed it and held it tightly in her hand, ready to strike.

Eve lunged forward, aiming to deliver a punishing blow, but Lute was ready. She sidestepped Eve's attack and countered with a swift jab of the glass shard towards Eve's exposed side. The makeshift weapon grazed Eve's skin, drawing a thin line of blood.

Eve hissed in pain, her eyes flashing with rage. She lunged again, but this time, Lute was prepared. She ducked under Eve's arm and delivered a series of quick strikes with the glass shard, aiming for vulnerable spots.

"ENOUGH!" Eve shouts as two horns started to sprout from her head.

Lute with the glass shard still in her hand, stood her ground, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she faced Eve's transformation. The room seemed to darken as Eve's form shifted, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. Lute took a step back, her grip tightening on the glass shard as she braced herself for whatever was to come.

Eve's demonic form loomed over Lute, her presence overwhelming. But Lute refused to cower in fear. She squared her shoulders, her determination burning bright despite the overwhelming odds.

"I'LL RIP YOUR CUNT MOUTH OUT OF YOUR ASS!"

-

"Damn it Lucifer, why did you have to make the walls and door so thick." Lilith complains as she presses her ear to the door.

Since they had gotten back from Earth, Lilith quickly made herself comfortable outside of Eve's door. If Lucifer's fool-proof plan had finally worked, Adam and Eve should be going at it like rabbits in Eve's bedroom right now.

"Lilith, honey. Please help." Lucifer begs as he tries to pull the spear of holy light out of his torso. His legs shaking from the immense pain.

"Quiet Lucifer! I'm trying to listen." Lilith chides, not bothering to turn around.

Just as promised, they would let Eve have her first go with Adam. Hopefully soon, she could have her turn with the First Man.

She suddenly hears a loud crash and couldn't help but smirk at the sounds.

"Sounds like they are having fun." Lilith remarks, feeling her own growing wetness in anticipation of being with Adam.

FUCK HER HARD ADAM!

"Please! This hurts!" Lucifer pleads, his voice strained from the pain.

"Oh, stop your whining Lucifer. It's a flesh wound. You'll live." Lilith scoffs as she continues to listen intently to the noises coming from the other side of the door.

Lucifer grunts in frustration and falls on his ass. His hands gripping the shaft of the spear as he tries to pull it out.

"Ugh!" Lucifer groans as the spear is slowly starting to come out.

"Shush Lucifer! I'm trying to concentrate. We'll deal with your little problem later." Lilith says as she continues to listen to the moans and grunts coming from inside the room.

Lucifer continues to pull on the spear, his hands shaking from the pain. He tries to bite his tongue to keep from screaming, but the pain is too intense.

"Oh, yes. Just like that Adam." Lilith mumbles under her breath as she presses her ear against the door.

Lucifer grits his teeth and pulls with all his might, finally managing to pull the spear out, letting it clatter to the ground before it dissipates into the air. He collapses on the ground, panting heavily as his body tries to heal.

Lilith continues to listen, a smile growing on her face as she hears the unmistakable sound of a bed creaking.

"You like that, don't you Adam?" Lilith says, her imagination running wild.

"LILITH!" Lucifer shouts, his voice echoing down the hallway.

"WHAT IS IT LUCIFER!?" Lilith shouts as she turns to glare at the fallen angel.

"Can you PLEASE help me!?" Lucifer asks, his voice filled with pain.

"Fine." Lilith huffs, annoyed at being interrupted. She tears off a piece of her dress and presses it to his wound. "Here. Stop your whining."

Lucifer grunts, pressing the cloth against the open wound, his blood staining it gold. He leans back against the wall, his breathing ragged as he tries to control the pain.

They were suddenly interrupted when Lute was suddenly thrown through the door, crashing into the wall of the hallway, knocking her unconscious. Lucifer and Lilith immediately went wide-eyed at the unexpected person.

"Bitch had it coming." Eve mumbles as she stumbles out the door, her body covered in various cuts and bruises.. She had gone from the Mother of Humanity with the power of seduction to a disheveled mess.

"What the fuck happened Eve?" Lucifer asked as he clutched his wound.

"What HAPPENED was that your "foolproof-plan" FUCKING FAILED!" Eve yells in frustration. "AGAIN!"

"But that's impossible! Michael and Uriel were distracted! This little bitch shouldn't have been able to stop you!" Lilith says as she points to the unconscious Lute.

"I was so close to getting Adam! He was right in front of me!" Eve shouts as she walks over and kicks Lute in the guts. "But this fucking copy had to push my dear Adam out of the way!"

ADAM SHOULD BE BREEDING HER RIGHT NOW!

"Heh, sounds like my plan was perfect and you had a skill - FUCK!" Lucifer falls to the floor and cries out in pain when Eve knees him at his wounded area.

Turning her gaze back to Lute, Eve cracks her knuckles and slowly makes her way to her. "I'm going to enjoy killing this bitch."

"Hold on Eve." Lilith says as she reaches out and grabs her shoulder. "Don't kill her."

"WHY NOT!?" Eve demands. "You got to kill that Harper! I should get to kill this one!"

"Think about it, she is now our bargaining chip." Lilith explains. "Adam would do many things for his children. Including -"

"Trading places." Eve finishes her sentence with a look of realization coming over her expression.

Lilith nods, a sly grin forming on her lips. "Exactly. If we keep her alive, we can use her to lure Adam into our grasp. He won't be able to resist coming to rescue her."

Eve's expression shifts from anger to contemplation as she considers Lilith's words. She reluctantly nods in agreement, though her frustration still simmers beneath the surface. "Fine, but I'm still making her scream."

Lute does look identical to Aclima and Eve has been waiting for centuries to see that face contort into pain and despair.

"I only said we needed her alive, not that she had to be at 100 percent." Lilith remarks with a smirk. "So go crazy. Just don't kill her."

Eve nods with a wide grin. Grabbing Lute by her hair, she starts dragging her away.

"Lets see Michael act smug now. That bastard." Lucifer says as he recovers from Eve's attack.

-

"What do you two propose that we do to resolve this situation." Sera says with a stern tone to the two seraphim before her.

Michael and Uriel fidget in their seat. The gaze of the High Seraphim bears down on them, their expressions sheepish as they contemplate their next move.

"The situation is less than ideal. Lute, one of my son's closest daughter is now in the hands of Lucifer and his harlots." Sera states as she paces the room.

"Perhaps we should simply tell Adam that Lute was killed?" Uriel suggests tentatively, his voice hesitant. "It would spare him the pain of knowing she's in danger, and it would dissuade him from trying to rescue her."

"No." Sera states. "Losing Harper was a devastating blow to him, if we inform him of Lute's "death", no doubt he will seek revenge."

To prevent Adam from constantly trying to leave Heaven in favor of revenge. Sera would have to place more restrictions on him such as more guards, trackers, curfews and more. It may even lead to him discovering the extermination. This move would surely cause him to resent her and that was the last thing she wanted.

"How about we gather as many seraphims as possible and head down there. We beat up my brother and rescue Lute." Michael suggest, itching to punch Lucifer in the face.

"And if they choose to use Lute as a hostage? Or if they choose to kill her since they realize they hold no leverage?" Sera retorts, her voice tinged with frustration. "We cannot afford to underestimate Lucifer's cunning. He is not above using Lute as a shield."

...

"Why don't you recreate Lute?" Uriel ask with a mused expression.

"Excuse me?" Sera ask in disbelief.

"Unlike the rest of the exorcists, Lute was created by your hands." Uriel explains. "And unlike Harper, whom Adam witnessed die firsthand, Lute's fate is still unknown. If you were to recreate Lute and tell Adam that she lost her memories, Adam might just believe it."

Sera ponders Uriel's suggestion, weighing the possibilities and potential consequences. On one hand, recreating Lute wasn't impossible and would indeed provide a solution to the immediate problem of Adam's distress over her fate. Amnesia would also suffice as a possible reason for her sudden change in her.

On the other hand, Adam has spent centuries with Lute, he may be able to spot any minor differences if it wasn't a perfect recreation and if he ever discovers the truth about it, the consequences would lead it all back to Adam seeking revenge and resenting her.

But still, it was a viable option.

"I say we have faith in Lute instead." Michael suggests. "She is one of the finest and most resourceful exorcist in the army. She may very well escape and find her way to the embassy."

"That is true. She is only second to Aclima after all." Uriel says in support. "Besides, Lucifer has not called for a meeting to make his demands yet. Perhaps Lute has already escaped his grasp."

Sera nods thoughtfully, considering both Michael and Uriel's perspectives. The idea of having faith in Lute's abilities was certainly appealing, especially given her reputation among the exorcist army. However, the risk of her being used as a pawn by Lucifer loomed ominously in Sera's mind.

"I understand your optimism, Michael and Uriel." Sera begins, her tone measured. "And I agree that Lute is more than capable of navigating dangerous situations. However, we cannot discount the possibility that Lucifer may have other plans for her."

"Shouldn't have gone easy on that loser back in Egypt." Michael utters under his breath.

"First, we need to confirm Lute's condition. Michael, Uriel, head over to the embassy and call Lucifer for a meeting." Sera orders. "If he has Lute, I'm sure he will be eager to meet and bargain. If he doesn't, he will delay or postpone. From there, we will act accordingly."

Michael and Uriel nods in understanding, their expression resolute.

-

Lute doesn't know how long she has been unconscious for. All she knew was that she woke up to unfamiliar surroundings with pain flaring all over her body. Looking around, she finds herself strapped to a chair in a near empty room with no windows.

The room felt cold and oppressive, the air thick with tension and uncertainty. Lute's head throbbed with pain as she struggled against the restraints, her muscles protesting with every movement.

Her mind raced as she tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing she remembered was facing off against Eve.

THAT BITCH!

The fight had been brutal, and Lute had fought with everything she had, but ultimately, Eve had gained the upper hand.

Now, Lute found herself in a precarious situation, her fate uncertain as she awaited her captors' next move. She tests the strength of her bindings, she realizes they're secured tightly, leaving little room for movement. With a frustrated grunt, she surveys the room again, searching for any potential means of escape.

But her thoughts were interrupted when a small black and white cyclopean cat suddenly hopped onto her lap. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed the cat in the room before considering how unfurnished the room was.

The cat stares at her with its single, unblinking eye, its gaze unwavering.

Unlike with Jophiel, this cat was setting off alarm bells in Lute's mind. There was something eerie about its presence, something that made her skin crawl. Her instincts were screaming at her to get away from this cat which she would if she weren't restrained to the chair.

Lute considered herself to be a brave woman. When faced against the likes of Eve, Lilith or even Jophiel, she was willing to fight despite the odds.

But for the first time in her existence, Lute knew that she couldn't win against whatever this was.

And for the first time, she felt a new feeling.

Fear.

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise:

KeeKee?

Chapter 67: A Dire Trade

Summary:

Eve finds a way to de-stress.

Notes:

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

She had expected nothing to come out of Lucifer's "Fool-proof" plan but Roo was rather surprised when she encountered the one known as Lute in the castle. She was hoping for another heavenly being instead but still, being able to snatch one of Heaven's own is an achievement of its own.

Recalling to the conversations that her son would have with Emily back in Eden, she remembers him talking at great lengths about his daughter, this "Lute". How she was a fierce warrior, known for her unwavering loyalty and amazing combat prowess, bested only by himself and his eldest daughter.

Adam seems pretty fond of her.

And now she is in hell, beaten and bruised, at the mercy of the trio.

Roo smiles.

She can sense it, however faint it may be, she can sense Sera's angelic power in her.

How she wishes to see that light snuffed out.

But no.

What do the trio have plan for her? Is she the key that will finally bring Adam into hell?

It all depends on how those three will proceed with their plans.

-

The door to Lute's prison was suddenly slammed open, Eve strutting in with a wide smile on her face. KeeKee turns and watches with her one eye as Eve slowly approaches them.

"KeeKee? How did you get in?" Eve ask, dumbfounded at the presence of the cyclopean cat. "Oh well. Lute, you and I are going to have so much fun!"

Lute only glares at her as Eve comes up to her and grabs the chair that Lute is strapped to and starts dragging her away. Up a couple flight of stairs and on to the roof, she places the chair down, turning it so Lute was facing towards Heaven's orb.

"I realized why Adam hasn't come down yet." Eve says as she reaches in to her pocket.

"Because Adam doesn't love you." Lute bluntly states, earning a slap to the back of her head from Eve.

Eve's hand lingered in the air for a moment before she slowly lowered it, her smile turning into a menacing grin. "You're very funny Lute. You know nothing about Adam and me." she hissed, circling around Lute. "But you will."

Lute, despite her situation, remained defiant, her eyes burning with anger and determination. "You're crazy. Adam will never come for you."

Eve smirked, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and malice. "Oh, Lute, I think you underestimate my understanding of Adam. He has his reasons, and love is far more complicated than you seem to think."

Lute remained silent, her glare unwavering as Eve continued. "You see, I know Adam better than anyone. I know what buttons to push and what will drive him to the edge. And you, my dear, are a very important piece of this puzzle."

"See, Adam loves his children, but I suppose he lost that love with those that became sinners." Eve pulled a small, gleaming dagger from her pocket. A dagger that Lilith had given her earlier, the blade catching the light from Heaven's orb. "But a heavenly one such as yourself? I'm sure Adam will be compelled to act. Especially since you look so much like ... HER!"

With a swift motion, Eve held the dagger to Lute's throat, the cold metal pressing against her skin. "Do you recognize this blade?"

Lute eyes scanned over the blade, and her breath hitched as recognition dawned..

"That's right. This is the same blade that was drenched in your sister's blood." Eve whispers as she pressed the dagger closer. Lute's eyes widened in shock and anger, her mind racing with memories of that fateful day. Eve's voice dripped with venom as she continued, relishing in the fear she saw flicker in Lute's eyes.

"She screamed so beautifully when Lilith did it. Just like I'm sure you will." Eve's smirk widened, savoring the terror evident on Lute's face. "It may not possess the same kick without Lilith's magic, but it should still do the trick."

Lute didn't flinch, her eyes narrowing as she met Eve's gaze. "Do you think threatening me will make Adam come running? He knows better than to fall into your traps."

Eve chuckled, a dark and hollow sound that echoed in the vast emptiness of the rooftop. "Oh, it's not just about the threats, Lute. It's about the spectacle. The suffering. The helplessness. You see, Adam is a creature of empathy. He cannot stand to see those he loves in pain. And that's precisely what I love about him."

Lute's eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and concern. She knew Eve's words held a grain of truth. Adam's compassion was both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. But she couldn't let Eve see her worry. "You're not wrong. His after care is simply superb."

...

"I'm sorry, I must have misheard you." Eve giggles as she Lute's cheeks and forces Lute to look at her. "What did you just say!?"

"Oh, I was saying that Adam's aftercare is truly superb, wouldn't you agree?" Lute continues, her voice steady and calm despite the knife pressed to her throat.

"His after care?! What are you talking about?!" Eve screams, her expression a twisted mixture of confusion and rage.

"You know, after the sex." Lute replies with a smirk, her tone casual and nonchalant. "He always makes sure I'm comfortable and well-cared for afterwards ... oh I'm sorry. I forgot you and him weren't TOGETHER anymore! Your pussy must be dry as hell! Fitting considering where you live!"

Eve's eye twitches as her grip on the knife tightens, her knuckles turning white from the sheer force. "Shut. Up."

Lute ignores her, continuing her tirade. "You thought you knew him better than anyone else!? You really are a failure, aren't you? A pathetic excuse for a woman who can't let go!"

Eve slaps Lute across the face, her fury growing with each word that falls from the angel's lips. "SHUT UP! I know Adam better than you could ever hope to understand. I know his strengths, his weaknesses, his fears and his desires. I know him better than you ever will."

"Then tell me, why has he not come for you? If he loved you so much, why has he not thrown caution to the wind and descended to hell just for you!?" Lute presses, her eyes never leaving Eve's.

"Its all Heaven's fault! They've poisoned him against me!" Eve retorts, her voice laced with venom and hatred. "But once he sees the truth, once he sees what Heaven has done to us, to our love, he'll come running back to me. Back to where he belongs."

"You're delusional." Lute deadpans.

"You'll see, Lute." Eve hisses. "I'll show you how deep our love runs. But first, I have to get him down here. SO SCREAM BITCH!"

Eve raises the knife high above her head and swings down hard, plunging the blade deep into Lute's thigh. Lute grits her teeth and bites her lip, refusing to give Eve the satisfaction of hearing her scream.

"SCREAM!" Eve demands, shouting into Lute's ear.

"Only Adam can make me scream!" Lute says through gritted teeth. "When he plunges his dick into my -"

Eve brings her elbow down on the hilt of the dagger, sending it deeper into Lute's thigh, cutting off her sentence as she gasps in pain. "Scream, bitch!" Eve yells, her voice filled with rage.

Lute closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the pain. "Not. A. Chance."

Eve's expression contorts into a scowl as she rips the dagger from Lute's thigh, drawing a hiss of pain from the angel. She circles around behind Lute, gripping the dagger tightly in her hand. "You think you're so tough, don't you? But we'll see how tough you are when I'm carving my name into your back."

"Try me, bitch." Lute snarls, her voice dripping with defiance.

"With pleasure." Eve sneers, moving to Lute's back. "Let's get these pesky wings out of the way."

With a flick of her wrist, Eve cuts away the back of Lute's clothes, exposing the angel's bare back. She raises the dagger, taking aim at the base of Lute's left wing. She swings down, the blade biting into the tender flesh, drawing a gasp of pain from the angel.

"Scream, bitch!" Eve commands, her voice laced with a sick satisfaction.

Lute clenches her fists, her nails digging into the arm of the chair as her body trembles with the effort of holding back her screams. "No."

"Fine then. Let's see if you can handle this!" Eve says as she swings the dagger down on the base of Lute's wing once again, cutting through the bone and muscle, severing the wing from her body.

A cry of agony escapes Lute's lips as the pain radiates through her body, her vision blurring as tears well up in her eyes.

"You're a tough one, Lute." Eve teases as she begins the process of separating the wing from her body. "Let's see how long you can last before you beg for mercy."

Eve was feeling like she was on cloud nine. Watching Aclima Lute writhe in pain was quickly becoming the highlight of her recent centuries.

Lute grits her teeth, fighting against the overwhelming pain. "I'll never beg for mercy. Not from you."

"We'll see about that." Eve says, the sickening sound of the blade cutting through bone and muscle filling the air as she slowly works her way through the right wing. "SCREAM, BITCH!"

"MAKE ME!" Lute snaps back, her voice laced with rage.

The two continue their back and forth, the air filling with the sound of Eve's voice and the cries of pain from Lute as Eve works her way through the remaining wing.

Lute's resolve is waning, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her screams. As Eve finishes her macabre work, she steps back to admire her handiwork, a twisted grin on her face.

"So tell me, Lute. Who's a tough bitch now?"

Lute takes a shuddering breath, her body covered in sweat and blood, her vision blurred from the pain. "Fuck. You."

Eve's grin widens as she leans in close to Lute's ear. "You're lucky I need you alive until Adam gets here. Otherwise, I would carve my name into your face."

"He won't come." Lute mutters, her voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, he will. And when he does, he'll love me." Eve says, her voice laced with a dark malice. "And we'll both take our time, killing you, Aclima and all her clones."

Before Eve could starts slicing her name into Lute's back, they were interrupted when the door to the roof slams open and out came an excited Lucifer. "Eve! Enough playing around. Michael has called us for a meeting."

"He did!?" Eve ask, surprised they would call one so soon.

"He did!" Lucifer responded cheerfully. "Put on your best! This time, we're going to be the ones rubbing it in his face!"

Eve mood immediately brightens at the thought of finally being able to taunt Michael after so many centuries of being on the losing side. She turned back to Lute, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mixture of anticipation and malice. "It seems our time together is cut short, Lute. But don't worry, I'll be back to finish what I started."

Eve pockets the bloodied dagger and smirks at Lute one last time before striding towards the door, leaving the angel bound and battered on the rooftop. Lute's eyes followed her, filled with a burning determination despite the pain wracking her body.

FUCK EVE!

-

The feeling of disappointment has become an unwanted familiar feeling for Roo. She felt it gnaw at her as she stood in the shadows, watching Eve and Lucifer disappear through the door. She had hoped for something more substantial from the trio, but it seemed the spectacle had only served to fuel the Eve's ego. She sighed and turned her gaze back to Lute, who was now slumped in her chair, her body a canvas of fresh wounds and blood.

Once again, their plan is an utter failure.

Their idiotic plan consists of them trying to trade Lute for Adam.

Heaven does want Lute back but not at the cost of Adam.

She knows Heaven.

SHE KNOWS SERA.

If they discover that Lute is in such a battered state, they wouldn't hesitate to try and replace her with another copy, possibly fooling Adam into believing that all is well.

If it were up to Roo, she would be more subtle in her methods to getting her son down into hell. From what she knows of Lute and how she was willing to fight Eve despite the odds, Roo can tell she has a strong will.

Roo would have attempted to leverage Lute's sense of duty to Adam, perhaps suggesting that Adam's absence might indicate a lack of care or even betrayal. She would have manipulated Lute into a willing ally, planting seeds of doubt and despair about her situation and Adam's loyalty.

Roo believed in the power of psychological manipulation over brute force. She would exploit Lute's sense of betrayal and isolation, subtly convincing her that Adam had abandoned her to her fate in Hell.

Of course that wasn't true. Adam or someone from Heaven during the next extermination will surely come for her. But by the time it arrives, Roo was confident she could hollow out Lute that she becomes her agent by proxy or a vessel for herself.

But now Eve has ignited Lute's spirit and now she is thriving on spite. Eve's actions have inadvertently fueled Lute's defiance rather than break her spirit. Her defiance will anger Eve which may likely lead to Lute's death. If news of her death were to reach Adam, than her son will never come to hell for ANY reason.

No, she can't have that.

One day her son will come to hell.

But not anytime soon.

She needs to fix their mess.

-

Hannah was puzzled when she heard light scratching coming from her door. Cracking the door open, she find a small black and white cyclopean cat at her door.

"Awww, aren't you cute." Hannah coos as she knelt down to pat the cat.

The cat purred and rubbed against Hannah’s hand, its single eye blinking up at her with an eerie intelligence. Hannah picked it up, smiling at its warm fur and gentle demeanor. As she stood, she noticed a small scroll tied to the cat's neck with a red ribbon. Her curiosity piqued, she untied the ribbon and unrolled the scroll.

"To the one called Hannah." the note read. "There is a matter of great importance that requires your immediate attention. Follow the cat, and you will be guided to the place where your presence is needed. Time is of the essence. - R."

Hannah furrowed her brows, unsure of what to make of the cryptic message. She probably should wait for Cain to get back, but the sense of urgency in the note and the mysterious nature of the cat tugged at her curiosity and concern. With a sigh, Hannah decided to follow the cat, hoping she wasn't walking into a trap.

She set the cat down, and it immediately began to walk away, glancing back occasionally to ensure she was following her.

How bad could it be?

-

Pretty bad actually.

After following the cat for some time, she rounded a corner into an alley and was suddenly engulfed in darkness. The next thing Hannah knew, she was suddenly in front of the hell trios castle. A familiar sight for her who gets tortured on a regular basis.

Her face instinct was to turn tail and run but the cat at her feet only purred and urged her forward. For some odd reason, she felt compelled to follow her feline friend.

As they neared the entrance, the massive doors creaked open with a sinister groan, revealing a dimly lit corridor. Hannah swallowed hard, her instincts screaming at her to turn back. But the cat continued forward, and she found herself unable to resist its silent command.

"Mom?" Hannah quietly calls out as she entered the castle, however, silence was all she got in return. She was thanking her lucky stars this very moment as she quietly made her way through the corridors.

Leading her up the stairs, KeeKee finally stopped and scratched at the rooftop doors. Hannah cautiously approached the rooftop doors, her heart pounding with apprehension.

How many times has she been through those doors, only to be tortured by her mother, forced to scream out for her father to rescue her?

The scratching from KeeKee ceased as she pushed open the heavy door, revealing a chilling scene under the pale moonlight. Lute, bound and battered, lay slumped in a chair, her torn wings a stark testament to the brutality she had endured.

"Holy shit." Hannah muttered under her breath, eyes widening as she took in the sight.

Lute was slumped in a chair, her back a mess of golden ichor and torn flesh where her wings had been. Lute was face down and seemed to be barely conscious. Her breathing was shallow, and the aura of pain and defiance hung heavy around her. Looking closely, she notices that its the same angel that almost killed her on the day that she made her deal with Aclima.

Making her way to Lute's front, Hannah lightly taps her shoulder. "Are you okay?" She ask hesitantly.

Seeing how unresponsive Lute was, Hannah assumes that Lute is unconscious. She first remove the restraints from her legs and soon the ones on her wrists as well. But as soon as she undoes the restraints, Lute immediately headbutts her.

Hannah recoiled in surprise as Lute's headbutt connected with her face, causing her to stumble backward. Lute wasted no time and quickly got up from the chair and dove towards Hannah.

"Wait!" Hannah pleads but Lute was already upon her and clamped her hands around her throat. Hannah struggled to breathe, feeling Lute's grip tighten around her throat. Panic surged through her as she grappled with the angel, desperately trying to break free. Lute's eyes bore into hers, filled with a mix of pain, rage, and determination.

-

This was a first time for the hell trio. Lucifer, Lilith and Eve were in high spirits as they approached the meeting room. Today was the day they were finally going to win. They had the upper hand for the first time and they were going to milk it for all its worth.

They walked into the meeting room with an air of confidence that they never once had before. Sitting at the other end of the table was Michael and Uriel. Uriel was a surprise but Michael was a welcomed sight for once in their life. He did not possess his usual smug demeanor that would have usually made the hell trios blood boil.

"Well, well, well! What a surprise to see you both here. What do we owe the pleasure?" Lucifer said with mock cheerfulness.

Michael sighed deeply, exchanging a glance with Uriel before addressing the trio. "We need to discuss -"

"Oh wait, I almost forgot!" Lucifer says with a wide grin as he snaps his finger and a tea set appears in front of them. Eve took her time to pour each of them a cup of tea before sitting herself down.

"Like I was saying, we need to discuss about -" Michael continues but was interrupted when Lilith takes a loud sip of her and then places the cup down with an exaggerated sigh of contentment.

"Oh Michael, do you know how long it's been since I've had a proper cup of tea? This is simply divine." Lilith says with glee.

"I agree." Eve says. "This tea has never tasted better, especially since we've been waiting so long for this moment."

Michael's patience wore thin as he glanced between the trio, clearly irritated by their antics. He has half a mind to transform into her Malenia counterpart and list of the all the sexual escapades she and Adam had gotten themselves into.

DO IT!

But no, Lute's life was at stake right now and he needed to focus and remain calm.

"We wish to discuss about Lute." Uriel says, cutting straight to the chase.

Lilith chuckled darkly, leaning back in her chair. "Ah, our guest from Heaven. She's been quite entertaining."

"What do you want with her?" Michael asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Why, we simply want to offer a trade." Lucifer says, feigning innocence.

"A trade?" Uriel asks, her eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Indeed. We want Adam and you can have Lute back. How's that for an exchange?" Lucifer offers, his smile never wavering. "I'm sure Adam himself would accept what we offer in a heartbeat."

"I'm sure he would." Michael admits. "Which is why we are here."

"Got to say, I'm a little peeved that that bitch Sera didn't show up." Eve paused, her eyes flashing with irritation. "She better not be touching my Adam."

"She has better things to do that entertain the likes of you three." Uriel responds, his tone icy.

"Regardless, our demands are clear." Lilith states in a flat tone. "If you wish for Lute's return, we will only accept Adam in her place."

"And we're suppose to take your word that Lute is alive?" Uriel ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, don't worry, she is alive ... for now." Eve says smugly.

"For now?" Michael questions.

Eve pulls out the dagger that had been caked in Lute's golden ichor and stabbed it onto the table. "That's right! For now! While she is still entertaining!"

Michael and Uriel exchanged a grave look, the weight of the situation settling heavily in the room. The sight of Lute's blood on the dagger was a stark reminder of the brutality she was enduring. Michael clenched his fists, struggling to keep his composure as anger simmered beneath the surface.

"You dare threaten Heaven with such barbarity?" Michael's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes burning with intensity. "Are you trying to start a war!?"

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, unfazed by Michael's demeanor. "War? We're not threatening anyone, Michael. We're simply offering a fair trade."

"For all we know, Lute may be dead, especially considering who her caretaker is." Uriel demands as he eyes Eve. "We wish to see proof that she is still alive!"

Lucifer ponders on it for a minute. To really fill them with dread and that sense of urgency, he should bring Lute here and show them how much she is suffering!

"I suppose that's fair." Lucifer says nonchalantly as he snaps his fingers and creates a portal to the castle. "Eve dear, will you be so kind as to retrieve Lute and bring her here?"

"Gladly." Eve replies with a devilish grin as she got up and sauntered over to the portal.

Notes:

Next chap is probably going to be very long since I want to wrap up this arc.

Because chapter 69 is coming soon after all 😏

Chapter 68: Breaking Point

Summary:

Round Two!

Notes:

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

For those wondering what would happen if the hell trio had gotten Adam, you can find your answer in DerpMaster9000 AU of my fic! He just updated it with chapter 2!

Link: https://archiveofourown.to/works/56168863/chapters/142686568#workskin

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Hannah flailed her arms about, trying to stop Lute from strangling her to death. The angel's eyes were filled with pure rage as she tightened her grip. Hannah's vision began to darken as her lungs burned, struggling to take in air.

As for Lute, she was lost in her one track mind to kill what should have been Eve. Her mind was running on pure instinct and adrenaline. All she could think of was the primal need to fight for her life.

As the two struggled, KeeKee decided to step in and intervene. She quickly leaped onto Hannah's face, blocking Lute's view that momentarily threw off her concentration.

Hannah immediately took the opportunity to kick Lute away from her and scrambled to her feet. However, before she could run for the door, KeeKee suddenly jumped off her face and landed on the floor, staring up at her with its single eye. Reminding her that she was brought here for a reason.

"Seriously!?" Hannah says in exasperation as she stares at KeeKee. "That bitch nearly killed me!"

To further convince Hannah, KeeKee flops onto the floor, exposing her belly to Hannah. Hannah was hesitant at first, but eventually she kneeled down and begins scratching her belly.

"Fuck! Why must you be so cute!?" Hannah sighs in defeat. "Okay! Okay! I'll help the crazy angel lady."

Lute, still recovering from the sudden interruption, glared at Hannah and KeeKee with a mix of confusion and anger. She took a deep breath, regaining her composure as she stood up slowly.

She takes a moment to analyze her situation. This woman before her that Lute vaguely remembers is the one that made the deal with Aclima. Now she is in league with that ... entity? She knew these sinners were not trustworthy!

HOW COULD HER GENERAL THINK ABOUT MAKING A DEAL WITH THESE LOWLIFES!?

As the adrenaline wore off, the pain from having her wings torn off was now starting to catch up to her. The throbbing in her back was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"What do you want from me, sinner!?" Lute hisses as she struggles to stay on her feet.

"First of all, my name is Hannah!" Hannah points a finger at her. "And I just freed your ass!"

Lute's eyes widen, realization dawning on her. The sinner in front of her ... released her. She glances down and sees the restraints on the floor.

"You're welcome by the way!" Hannah says with a huff.

This doesn't make sense to Lute! Hannah was clearly in league with that ... entity but she shows no hostility!? WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY PLANNING!?

Hannah was perplexed at Lute's reaction until she follows her gaze and sees that it landed on KeeKee. Hannah than smiles and picks up KeeKee and cradles her. Surely a cute cat will calm down someone who is so angry.

"Awww, you just wanted to cuddle with this cute little thing." Hannah teases as she cuddles with KeeKee. "She's soooo adorable."

Lute stares at them, dumbfounded. The sinner and the creature are just cuddling? Is she mocking her?

"C'mon, hold her." Hannah insists as she holds KeeKee out to her.

Lute immediately jumps away from the cat. Feeling the animosity radiating off the entity. She could see the cat's eye glaring at her, seemingly sizing her up.

"No!" Lute refuses, taking another step back.

"Oh come on, she doesn't bite. Literally, she has no mouth." Hannah says, continuing to push KeeKee at her.

Lute looks at the cat again, its single eye staring back at her with an unnerving intelligence. Something was definitely off about the cat, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

Seeing how unnerved Lute was being, Hannah wisely decides to drop the subject.

"Fine, no cat for you." Hannah says, putting the cat back on the ground. "Can you at least tell me your name?"

Should she tell Hannah her name? Aclima certainly trusts her ... but the fact that she's working with this entity is troubling. Still, with her wings lost and her weapon misplaced, Hannah is probably her best shot at getting to the embassy.

"My name is Lute." She answers hesitantly.

"Ah, so you're the Lute that my sis talks so much about." Hannah said with a nod. "I think I remember you from when I first made the deal with Aclima. She mentions you a lot, said you were one of her best."

Lute's brow furrowed in confusion and suspicion. "Aclima ... talks about me?" The idea was foreign to her, given the tension she felt from this whole scenario.

"Yeah, she does." Hannah replied, placing KeeKee down on the ground. "She said you were relentless, a fighter to the core. And honestly, I can see why."

Lute felt a small smile tug at her lips but she quickly shakes her head, remembering the situation they were currently in.

Now was not the time to exchange pleasantries!

"If you're really here to help me, can you get me to the embassy?" Lute asked, her voice laced with pain and uncertainty.

Hannah looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded decisively. "Yeah, I can do that. But we should get a move on, I don't know how long my asshole of a mother and her ... lovers will be gone."

Hearing Hannah call Eve an asshole made Lute want to trust her even more. Maybe there was more to Hannah than met the eye. Lute nodded solemnly, acknowledging the urgency in Hannah's words.

Hooking Lute's arm over her shoulder, Hannah helped her stand up. Together, they exited the roof and began making their way down the stairs. KeeKee leads the way, her tail swishing lazily as they moved through the empty hallways. They were startled when KeeKee's tail suddenly shot up to attention, alerting them of something or someone was coming.

A soft tune could be heard coming from its direction and Hannah immediately knew who was coming.

Her mom was home.

"Go down that corridor and into the second door on the right! There is a window you can escape through!" Hannah whispered urgently to Lute, her voice trembling with fear and adrenaline. "I'll try to buy you some time."

Lute nodded, her face pale with pain but resolute. She staggered toward the indicated corridor, using the walls for support as Hannah turned to face the approaching threat.

Soon enough, Lute reaches the door and pushes it open, finding herself in the kitchen. She makes her way to the window and opens it but pauses.

Was she really going to run away like a coward!? Is she really going to let Hannah face this danger alone? Sure, she was a sinner and she will respawn the next day, but it is still her sacrificing herself and the last thing Lute needed was to OWE A FUCKING SINNER!

She can't let this stain her pride as an exorcist!

HELL NO!

And a chance to fuck Eve up!?

HELL YES!

Grabbing the nearest object within reach, Lute makes her way back to where Hannah was.

-

Eve was humming happily as she made her way through the castle, thinking about all the way she could cut and maim Lute in front of the angels. Oh, she could only imagine the look of horror and despair on their faces!

It was enough to send her over the edge and she found herself laughing out loud. But her laughter was soon cut short when she rounded a corner and came face to face with Hannah.

"Hannah!?" Eve exclaims out loud in surprise. "What are you doing here!? No one summoned you!"

"Uhhh ... Hi Mom." Hannah awkwardly greets. "I just ... wanted to pay you a visit."

Eve's eyes narrow in suspicion, knowing that her daughter was hiding something. "You've never visited before!."

"Pfft, I wonder why." Hannah snarked.

Eve steps up to Hannah and examines her closely, quickly noticing the obvious bruise mark on her face and neck from when Lute headbutted and strangled her.

"What were you doing here Hannah?" Eve's tone was firm and demanding. "Why are you in my home!?"

Grabbing Hannah by her shoulders, Eve slams her against the wall and gives her a once over, checking for any other marks. Lo and behold, she notices the small stains of golden ichor on her clothes.

Which only meant one thing.

"You useless child!" Eve slams her against the wall again with much more force. "What did you do with that fucking angel!?"

The force of the slam was strong enough to hurt her till the point that she was choking up blood. Hannah couldn't even speak as her mother held her tightly, squeezing her throat.

"Don't play dumb with me, Hannah! Where is she!?" Eve yells as she tightens her grip.

In an act of defiance, Hannah spits the blood pooling in her mouth onto Eve's face. It was her silent way of telling her mother to fuck off.

"You stupid child!" Eve slams Hannah into the wall again and releases her grip. "WHERE IS SHE!?"

Hannah falls to the ground, gasping for air. Her mother was a monster, but it still stung every time Eve would treat her like a nuisance.

"I swear Hannah, if you don't -" Eve threatens but is cut off by a loud shout from behind her.

"ROUND TWO BITCH!" Lute shouts!

Eve was completely caught off guard and was unprepared when she turns around to see a frying pan coming at her face. Before she could react, the pan strikes her hard, causing her to stumble over to a nearby table. Not wanting to give her time to recuperate, Lute continues her attack, smacking Eve with the frying pan.

The metallic clang of the frying pan echoed through the room as Lute's relentless assault forced Eve to her knees. Blood trickled down Eve's face, as she looked up at Lute with a mixture of rage and disbelief.

"You bitch ... fight me? ... With a frying pan!?" Eve spat, her voice laced with venom.

Lute stood over her, panting heavily. She was still in immense pain from her missing wings, but the adrenaline surged through her, giving her the strength to continue. "Now I know how Aclima feels." she growled, raising the frying pan for another strike.

Before she could bring it down, Eve's hand shot out, grabbing Lute's wrist in a vice-like grip. With a guttural roar, Eve yanked Lute forward, throwing her off balance. Lute crashed to the ground on her back, screaming out in pain from her wounds.

Watching Lute fight Eve stirred something within Hannah. For centuries, she had to take her mother's torment but seeing Lute, a fierce warrior despite her injuries, standing up against Eve ignited a fire in Hannah's heart.

Just as Eve lunged forward, Hannah managed to stagger to her feet, ignoring her own pain. With a desperate shout, she tackled Eve from the side, knocking her off course.

Both Eve and Hannah tumbled to the ground in a chaotic heap. The room reverberated with the clash of their bodies hitting the floor. Hannah grappled with Eve, trying to keep her mother off balance, while Eve, infuriated by the interference, struggled to break free.

"You dare to hit your mother!?" Eve snarled, clawing at Hannah's arms as they wrestled on the ground. Hannah gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain shooting through her body as Eve's sharp nails left deep cuts. With a burst of adrenaline, Hannah managed to push Eve off her, scrambling backward to gain some distance.

Eve lunged forward again, her eyes blazing with fury, but before she could reach Hannah, Lute swung the frying pan with all her strength, connecting squarely with Eve's side. The impact sent Eve crashing into a nearby cabinet, causing it to shatter into pieces. Eve groaned in pain, momentarily stunned.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Hannah shouts in anger.

Grabbing a wooden chair, Hannah smashes it over Eve's back, shattering it into splinters. She didn't stop there, fueled by years of resentment and anger. With every swing of the broken chair leg, she unleashed all the pent-up frustration and hurt that Eve had inflicted upon her. The room echoed with the sound of wood breaking against Eve's body.

With a grim determination, Lute rushed to grab a pair of knives from the kitchen. She soon returns and dashes towards Eve, who was struggling to get up from the barrage of blows Hannah was delivering.

Eve swing with her right fist, hoping to connect with Hannah and stop her relentless assault. However, Hannah dodges as she saw the fist coming and Eve smacks her fist into a wall, creating a hole and momentarily trapping her arm in it.

Seeing her opportunity, Lute charges at Eve with her knife and plunges it into her back.

Eve cries out in pain and tries to fight back but she uses too much strength when she tries to free her arm, causing her to unbalance herself.

Seeing this, Lute uses the second knife and slashes the back of Eve's right knee, making her kneel down.

"How dare you!?" Eve spits out. "I FUCKING RAISED YOU!"

"Shut the fuck up mom!" Hannah yells back.

Pulling out the knife from Eve's back, Hannah and Lute both stare at Eve. The two of them are filled with a mix of anger and resentment for her.

Lute and Hannah glance at each other for a moment, their eyes meeting and silently communicating with one another.

"Let's kill her." Lute says in a cold and emotionless tone.

"Yes." Hannah replies in the same manner.

With a swift and powerful motion, the two thrust their blades into Eve's chest. Her blood spilled onto the floor, painting it a dark crimson. The light in her eyes began to fade as her life ebbed away. But this didn't stop the two of them. With Hannah's centuries of resentment and Lute's anger over her wings and her loss from their first fight, they continued to stab her repeatedly, their movements fueled by a burning passion.

As the two of them stood over the corpse of Eve, their chests heaved with exertion. Their eyes were wide with shock at the reality of the situation.

"Holy shit." Hannah was the first to break the silence.

"We just killed your mom." Lute was the second.

"She'll be back ..." Hannah stared at her mother's corpse for a few moments, before letting out a sigh. "But it was fucking worth it."

The aftermath of their brutal act hung heavy in the air. Hannah and Lute stood over Eve's lifeless body, their minds racing with a whirlwind of emotions—relief, anger, and a strange sense of accomplishment.

"We should go." Hannah finally said, her voice still tinged with disbelief at what they had just done. "Before those other two show up."

Lute nods, knowing that neither of them stood a chance if Lucifer or Lilith shows up. Hooking her arm around Hannah's shoulder, they both make their way out of the castle and towards the embassy, making sure to avoid the main street and stay as hidden as possible.

"I'll help Aclima bring more food to you next extermination." Lute utters with a hint of gratitude in her voice. She will never say "thank you." to these sinners but she knew deep down that Hannah had just saved her from a worse fate.

A fate that could have led Adam to hell.

Hannah glanced at Lute, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "Deal." she replied simply, her tone serious yet tinged with a hint of newfound camaraderie.

Her mind drifts off to her father's cooking, a comforting memory amidst the chaos. As they hurried towards the embassy, each step echoing with the weight of their actions, Hannah's thoughts lingered on her father's cooking—memories of warmth and love in contrast to the chilling reality of what they had just done.

-

"Is Adam truly the only option?" Uriel ask in exasperation. Some time had gone by since Eve had left to fetch Lute and they have been bargaining to no end."

"Our stance is clear." Lucifer states with a smirk. "There is nothing else that Heaven has that we want."

"We will only trade Lute for Adam." Lilith says in a mocking tone. "There is no other option."

Michael rubs his face in frustration. The negotiations were going nowhere and at this rate, they may truly have to consider rescuing Lute or declaring her a lost cause.

"Eve sure is taking her time." Michael comments as he and Uriel continue to stare at the duo across from them.

"I agree." Uriel says as he nods his head. "Perhaps she is having trouble?"

"Oh please." Lucifer scoffs, waving his hand dismissively. "Its more likely she is having a little "fun" before bringing Lute here. After all, Lute does look like Aclima."

While Lucifer pretends to be nonchalant, he can't help but be concerned. Sure, Eve doesn't have the power to make portals so she has to come to the embassy by foot but it's been over an hour, almost two, and she still hasn't arrived yet.

Hopefully, Eve didn't indulge too much and kill Lute. She is a valuable hostage after all.

"Well, if Eve is going to take her time, perhaps we should postpone this meeting." Uriel suggests.

"Why? Afraid of what you will see when she finally shows up." Lucifer taunted.

"Lucifer." Michael growls in a low threatening tone.

"There are other affairs that require our attention." Uriel stated simply, choosing not to rise to the bait. "We will contact you with details for the next meeting and expect you to bring Lute with you."

Lucifer wanted to continue taunting his brothers but the threatening stare that he was receiving from Michael made him change his mind. He may hold the advantage now but he knew better than to push his luck.

"Fine." Lucifer replied curtly. "Until next time."

With the meeting over, Lucifer conjures up a portal that he and Lilith uses to exit the embassy.

Feeling enraged, Michael raises his fist and slams it down hard on the table cracking it in two. Uriel placed a calming hand on his shoulder, attempting to soothe his brother's temper.

"Relax Michael! Losing control won't help anyone." Uriel advised, his voice steady and firm.

Michael took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. "You're right. But this stalemate is infuriating!"

"So, now what do we do?" Michael asks, rubbing his temples.

"I'm not sure." Uriel sighs. "The extermination is still months away and we still need to access Lute's condition."

Just as Uriel said that, the door to the meeting room burst open, revealing a very exhausted and disheveled Lute.

"LUTE!?" Both Michael and Uriel exclaimed in unison. Without hesitation, Michael creates a portal to the meeting room in the embassy and the two of them rush in to retrieve her. As soon as Uriel let Lute lean on to him for support, she immediately collapses, causing the archangel to catch her.

"Quick, lets get her to Raphael!" Michael instructs, already making a portal to the infirmary.

Uriel follows without hesitation, carrying Lute in his arms.

-

Stepping back into their castle, Lucifer and Lilith were shocked to find the place in disarray. They followed a trail of blood and came upon the corpse of Eve with KeeKee resting upon her.

"Eve!" Lucifer and Lilith shout as they rush to her side.

They knelt beside Eve's lifeless body, shock and anger mixing in their expressions. KeeKee, seemingly unfazed, eyed them both with its single eye, an eerie stillness in the air.

"Who did this!?" Lilith demanded, his voice seething with rage as she clenched his fists.

Lucifer, examining the wounds and the scene around them, spoke with a cold determination. "Golden ichor ... Lute? But that's impossible. She was restrained to that chair last I saw."

Lilith's fury was palpable as she knelt beside Eve's body, her hands trembling with rage. "Who else could have done this!?" she seethed, her voice barely contained. "That wretched exorcist! We should have crippled her!"

Lucifer examined the room, noting the broken furniture and the trail of blood leading to Eve's body. His gaze settled on KeeKee, who sat calmly near Eve's head, its single eye fixed on him with an unnerving intensity.

"KeeKee." Lucifer said in a low, confused tone. "What happened here?"

How he wishes KeeKee could talk.

The cat blinked slowly, seemingly unperturbed by the tense atmosphere. It made no move to explain, leaving Lucifer frustrated at their new predicament.

"We need to find that bitch!" Lilith declared, rising to her feet. "She couldn't have gone far, especially without her wings."

Lucifer, still focused on the scene, couldn't help but wonder how Lute managed to get the best of Eve. Lute may be skilled, yes, but could she really have bested Eve in her injured state?

Until Eve respawns the next day, they won't know for sure unless they re-capture Lute.

Setting those thoughts aside, Lucifer and Lilith head out to scour the Pride Ring in search of Lute. They moved with a predatory grace through the Pride Ring, their keen eyes scanning every shadow and corner.

They were going to do more than just rip her wings once they get their hands on her!

-

Lute doesn't know how much time has passed ever since she collapsed in the embassy but she was relieved when she opened her eye to once again be in familiar territory.

The sterile white walls of the infirmary were a welcome sight to Lute. The soft hum of medical machinery and the faint smell of antiseptic reassured her that she was finally safe. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, the events of the past few hours replaying in her mind like a chaotic dream.

Raphael, the archangel of healing, approached her bedside, his expression a mix of concern and relief. "Lute, you're awake," he said gently. "How do you feel?"

Lute winced as she tried to sit up, the pain in her back a sharp reminder of her missing wings. "Like I've been through hell." she muttered, managing a weak smile despite the pain.

Raphael placed a hand on her shoulder, easing her back onto the bed. "Take it easy. You've been through a lot. We're just glad you're back with us."

"What about my wings?" Lute ask, a little worried about the answer. "Eve clipped my wings with the knife that killed Harper."

"They'll grow back." Raphael assures with a smile. "Fortunately, because the knife was in Eve's hands, Lilith's magic wasn't as potent as before. I was able to clear it up before it did any lasting damage to you."

"You mean I might actually fly again?" Lute asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and disbelief. She had imagined the worst when Eve sliced her wings off.

"You will. It'll take months for your wings to grow back but rest assured, they will." Raphael paused, his gaze warm with reassurance. "In the meantime, focus on recovering. You've earned yourself some rest."

"Not until I see Adam." Lute interrupts, her determination clear despite her weakened state.

SHE NEEDS TO SEE HIM SAFE!

"And you will soon enough." Lute thoughts were interrupted with the arrival of Sera. "Raphael, please give us a moment."

"Remember to rest Lute." Raphael nods and leaves the two of them alone in the room.

"Lute." Sera says as she sits by Lute's bedside and stared at her intently. "Tell me everything that happened."

-

Cain and Hannah sit in quiet contemplation on their porch as morning arrived in hell. They had grown accustomed to the eerie stillness that accompanied dawn in this forsaken place. Cain traced patterns in the dust with his finger, his thoughts drifting back to the choices that had led them here.

"Maybe ... maybe sinners don't remember how they get killed?" Cain says in a somber tone.

"Honey, I've died more times here than probably anyone in the Pride Ring." Hannah says with a chuckle. "I remember ALL of it."

"I'm still amazed you're able to find humor in this situation." Cain says as he gently cups her hand.

"One of us has to." Hannah squeezes Cain's hand affectionately, her eyes scanning the city ahead. "It's either laugh or go mad, and you know I'd rather laugh."

Cain smiles at his wife, his heart warming at her resilience. "You've always been the light in my darkness." he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"Geez Cain, you're starting to sound like Dad." Hannah says as she leans her head onto his shoulder. "Not that its a bad thing."

...

"Maybe I should come with you." Cain says suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

"We already talked about this. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you there, but we both know that isn't a good idea." Hannah looks at him, her eyes full of worry. "Mom doesn't know you're alive. There is no reason for you to suffer with me."

"It's just so unfair that you have to suffer alone." Cain says as tears start falling from his eyes.

"Awww sweetie, its okay. I rather have you here, ready to welcome me back than there suffering with me." Hannah says as she lifts her other hand to wipe Cain's tears away. "Besides, the city usually suffers too after I die."

"Yeah, that is true." Cain says as he recalls to the countless times the city faced the wrath of the First Mother after Hannah expired.

A bright light soon starts to engulf Hannah. Eve was back and most likely have told Lucifer and Lilith what had transpired the day before.

"Stupid Lucifer." Hannah curses under her breath.

As the bright light engulfed Hannah, Cain held her hand tighter, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and hope. They had faced this moment countless times before, but each time felt like the first.

"I'll see you tomorrow, love." Hannah reassured Cain with a small smile.

With a final squeeze of his hand, Cain lets go and Hannah disappears from the porch in an instant. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the spot where she had been, the weight of her absence settling heavily on his shoulders.

-

"A sinner named Hannah helped you?" Sera clarifies with Lute. "A direct descendant of Adam and Eve?"

"Yes, Lady Sera." Lute confirms.

Sera was surprised, to say the least. With so many centuries of exterminations having been carried out, she hadn't expected one to survive this long, let alone to help out one of those exterminators.

"And together with her, you killed Eve?" Sera ask, amazed that they were able to do so.

"Yes, I only regret not having my rapier at the time. We could have ended her." Lute says with disdain.

PERMANENTLY!

"That is unfortunate." Sera agrees. "Is there anything else you wish to report?"

Lute contemplates telling her about the cat that put her survival instincts on high alert but decided not to. While she did feel threatened, the cat only helped her and Hannah. Besides, no one was going to believe her if she told them that a cat was cause for concern.

"No Lady Sera." Lute shakes her head.

"Very good Lute, I will inform my son that you're here." Sera reaches up to tap her halo to call Lute but pauses. "I hope I need not remind you to keep Hannah's involvement a secret from him."

"No, Lady Sera." Lute nodded solemnly. "I understand the importance of keeping that information confidential."

Sera gave a measured nod in response. "I'm glad to hear that Lute."

With that, Sera tapped her halo and made the call to Adam.

-

"How dare you betray me!? KILLING YOUR OWN FUCKING MOTHER!" Eve yells as she punches Hannah in the guts.

Hannah doubles over in pain, a trickle of blood escaping her lips.

"Teaming up with a fucking exorcist of all people!." Eve growls, her fists clenching tight enough to draw blood. "Need I remind you that they're the ones that killed your brothers and sisters!"

"And whose fucking fault was it that started the whole exterminations!?" Hannah spat at her mother.

"HEAVEN STARTED IT BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T LET ME HAVE YOUR FATHER!" Eve yells as she continued to rain blows on Hannah.

"Oh yes, poor fucking mom! The angels are just SO terrible! You were only trying to be with the man you loved!" Hannah taunts, spitting more blood in her face.

Eve stops mid swing, her face contorted with rage. She grabbed a fistful of Hannah's hair and slammed her daughter's head down onto the ground.

"Your father and I belong together! I don't care how many people have to die for it to happen." Eve seethed as she smashed Hannah's head repeatedly against the ground.

SHE LOVES ADAM!

ADAM LOVES HER!

AND SHE WILL HAVE ADAM!

-

Roo observed through KeeKee's eye as Eve's fury unleashed itself upon Hannah, the violence echoing through the chamber. Lucifer and Lilith, entertained by the brutality, exchanged amused glances. The two of them had spent the entire day sweeping the city, looking for Lute but to no avail and have grown frustrated once Hannah revealed that she was the one that freed Lute and delivered her to the embassy.

Exactly as Roo had anticipated.

If Eve, Lucifer, and Lilith had succeeded, their actions, at worst, could have sparked a war with Heaven, causing Sera to tighten the restrictions around Adam, which would be less than ideal for Roo.

She needs to ensure that Heaven continues to remain complacent about those three and she also needs to keep those three in line from pulling anything too idiotic in the future.

While hell may be unappealing and he has many other options at the moment, Adam will eventually come to hell.

So long as Heaven continue to be complacent about his movement and safety.

Because no matter how much Adam has been hurt and damaged, its that adventurous spirit within him that refuses to be quelled that will be the key to the future.

The future that Roo wants for herself.

A FUTURE WITH HER SON!

She need only to be patient.

-

"LUTE!" Adam shouts as he barges into the room, rushing over to Lute's side.

"Sir!" Lute exclaims in happiness. Immediately she sits up from the bed and Adam wraps his arms and wings tightly around her.

"Don't ever worry me like that Lute! I mean -" Adam rambles but pauses when he peers at her back. "... What happened to your wings?"

Lute turns her head back and sees the tattered remains of her wings. It's the first time she had actually seen the damage done to them and the sight of it caused her heart to sink.

"They'll heal, Adam. Don't worry." Sera's voice came from behind them.

Adam turns and sees his mother standing behind him, smiling at him warmly.

"I'm just glad you're okay Lute. That's what matters." Adam says, looking back at Lute.

"Me too Sir, I'm glad you're safe too." Lute says, leaning into the embrace.

SHE PROTECTED ADAM!

"What did Eve-" Before Adam could ask about what had transpired in hell, Aclima, Vaggie and Emily arrived, bursting into the room the same way Adam did moments earlier.

"LUTE!" All three shout in unison, as they joined Adam in hugging Lute.

"You're alive! Thank goodness!" Emily said, relieved.

"What did that crazy bitch do to you!?" Aclima asked.

"You must be tired." Vaggie stated.

"I'll be okay," Lute reassured them, though her voice trembled. She smiled weakly, trying to hide the pain.

Adam tightened his grip around Lute, his wings cocooning her protectively. Lute closes her eyes, feeling safe and secure in his arms. Despite the pain, she felt oddly at ease in his arms, the need for sleep finally catching up with her.

"She'll be okay Adam." Sera said gently, resting her hands on Adam's shoulder.

Adam's attention was torn between Lute and the women in front of him. While his mind was flooded with questions about what had happened to Lute, he could see that she was exhausted and decided to save the questions for later.

"Lute, you should rest." Adam suggested, his tone full of concern.

"But I want to -" Lute protested but was cut off by Adam.

"No buts, you should rest." Adam insisted, his tone firm but gentle.

"Yes Sir" Lute sighs, her body relaxing and giving into sleep.

"We should all go. Let Lute rest." Sera instructed, gesturing at the door.

Adam nods, scooping Lute in his arms and placing her on the bed, gently tucking her in.

"Sir." Lute murmurs softly, reaching her hand out.

"I'm right here." Adam takes her hand and kneels next to the bed, stroking her hair affectionately.

"Stay. Please." Lute pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, I'll stay." Adam squeezes her hand reassuringly.

The rest watch silently as Lute finally falls asleep.

"Good night." Lute mutters, her grip loosening on Adam's hand.

"Rest well Lute." Adam smiles, leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead.

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CHAPTER 69!!! 😏

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Chapter 69: Drained Dry

Summary:

Adam gets around.

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Chapter Text

Year 669 B.C.

Adam stirred awake in the arms of Sera, his mom, the warmth of her pressed against his with her large wings draped over him. Peering at the clock on the wall, he sees that it's 8 a.m. Looking around, Adam remembers that Aclima and Lute had told him last night that they had planned a surprise for him later today, which explains their absence despite it being so early. He closed his eyes once more, wanting to stay in the moment a little longer.

He wonders where Emily has gone too, but the thought doesn't last as the door to the room slowly opens, the light from the hall creeping in. He didn't want to wake up, so he pretended to sleep. A shadow loomed in the doorway before a small voice spoke out.

"Mom? Adam? Are you awake?" Emily whispered before slowly walking into the room.

The first thing Emily noticed was the serene expression on Adam's face as he lay nestled in Sera's embrace. She could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest, indicating he was completely lost in the comfort of his mother's embrace. Sera's wings seemed to shimmer faintly in the morning light that filtered through the doorway.

As she watched Adam, she couldn't help but get a rather interesting idea. With a sly smile, Emily crawled under the covers and toward Adam. Reaching up, she grabs at his boxers. Slowly, she pulled them down to reveal his half-erect member.

Adam's eyes fluttered open. "Em!?" He whispered out, confused and surprised.

Emily ignored him, looking at his penis with lustful eyes and licking her lips in anticipation. She leans forward and presses a kiss to his shaft. His dick twitched, a sign it was coming to life. He felt his heart racing in fear, excitement and anticipation. As soon as his dick was fully erect, Emily began to lick his shaft, running her tongue all over his manhood.

"Emily!?" He gasped, a shudder coursing through his body. "Em! Mom is here!"

He looked towards Sera, but her expression didn't change; she was still asleep, unaware of what was happening under the sheets. He was thankful that her wings lazily covered his upper body because he was sure that Emily would be caught. Looking back towards Emily, he sees her taking him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. His hips bucked as the sensation washed over him, the pleasure almost blinding.

Not wanting Sera to wake up to this, he tries to stop Emily by shifting and using his legs to try and stop her, but his resistance only seemed to make her more determined. As Emily continued, she slowly lowered her head, taking more of him in her mouth. Her warm and wet mouth felt heavenly. Adam could feel himself slowly reaching his climax.

His eyes silently begged hers to stop, but Emily's only reply was to go deeper. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, moving along his length in time with her bobbing head. Adam bit his lip, his body tensing as he fought the urge to moan.

"Em! Em!" He whispered again, his voice quivering. "Please stop!"

NEVER!

MOAN ADAM!

Long ago, Emily once thought that his smile with every new discovery was the pinnacle of his joy. Now, she loves his expressions when she makes him feel good. Every face, every movement, every moan, and every gasp.

SHE WAS ADDICTED!

SHE NEEDED MORE!

Once again, he tries to shift a little more forcefully, but Sera instinctively tightens her hold on him, assuming he was having nightmares again.

"It's okay, Adam." Sera whispers. "Mommy is here."

Her words didn't help the situation, as he could feel himself slowly giving in, his legs trembling and his hips bucking. Emily felt his cock twitching in her mouth.

Emily looks up at him with a devious glint in her eye, knowing there is no stopping her now. Her head begins to bob faster, her tongue teasing his shaft. He couldn't take it anymore, his body giving way to the pleasure. His eyes rolled back and his hands gripped the sheets, his breath shuddering as he tried not to moan.

Taking his full length down her throat, the tightness of her throat sent him over the edge. His toes curled and his back arched, a moan escaping his lips. With each pulse of his cock, thick ropes of his seed shot into her throat. Swallowing every drop, Emily continued to suck, trying to coax more from him.

However, she didn't stop when he finished. Instead, she continued, wanting more. Her hands moved down, cupping his balls and playing with them. Adam gasped, his body writhing in pleasure.

"Em, please! Mom's right here!" Adam pleads.

"No." She said, her eyes full of lust and determination.

The pleasure was simply too much, his resistance melting away as the euphoria took him. His head leaned back against Sera's bosom as his moans filled the air. His legs trembled, his hips buckling, unable to hold back.

"Adam?" Sera sleepily calls out, the sudden movement stirring her from her slumber.

"S-Sorry mom." He replied, trying his best to control himself.

"Another nightmare?" She asked, not noticing Emily's presence under the covers.

"Y-Yeah." He lied.

"It's okay. Just go back to sleep." She said, kissing the back of his head and embracing him a little tighter before falling back asleep.

Emily giggled at his attempt to control himself, but he couldn't stop her. She was going to milk him dry. Her hands continue to toy with his balls, squeezing and rolling them in her palms. Her head bobbed faster, her tongue licked faster, and her lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

"E-Em." He moaned out, his hands digging into the sheets.

His body was on fire, and his mind was fuzzy. All he could think about was the pleasure that Emily was giving him. Her hands, her mouth, and her tongue. Adam was at his limit; he could feel it. With one last suck, Adam felt his entire body tense up. His cock twitched, and his seed burst into Emily's waiting mouth. Emily happily swallowed his cum, savoring the taste.

Adam bit his tongue, refusing to let out the moan that threatened to leave his mouth. His back arched and his hips bucked, his whole body quivering. Emily's mouth remained on his cock, her tongue continuing to swirl around the tip. When she felt him start to relax, her mouth moved away from his dick, and a small stream of his cum dripped from the corner.

"Yummy." She says, her voice low and sensual as she licked her lips clean.

Adam was breathing hard, trying to recover. He looks at her, his face red with embarrassment.

Deciding that it was enough for now, Emily helps slip his boxers back on before crawling out from under the covers, her own face flushed from her arousal. Coming up next to him, she gives his cheek a kiss.

"Thank you for breakfast, Adam." Emily whispers in a sultry tone.

He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. He was mortified that Emily just gave him a blow job right in front of their mother. Though he had to admit it, the danger of potentially getting caught only made the whole experience that much more exhilarating.

Suddenly, he feels Sera stir, her wings rustling and then folding up as she stretches. Adam's heart pounded in his chest, afraid that she might have sensed something. But when she opened her eyes, they were filled with a drowsy warmth, unaware of the intimate encounter that had just transpired under her wings.

"Good morning." Sera murmured, her voice gentle, as she smiled down at Adam and Emily. She stroked Adam's hair lovingly before glancing at the clock. "We should get ready for the day. I'm glad to see you up and about already, Emily."

Sera rose from the bed, her wings folding neatly behind her. "I'll prepare breakfast and see you both downstairs."

Adam nodded, still trying to shake off the residual embarrassment. Emily, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. She stretched languidly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she caught Adam's gaze.

"Seriously Em! That was too close! What if mom woke up!?" Adam scolded her, keeping his voice down.

"I would have stopped if she had woken up. Plus, isn't it exciting? Almost getting caught?" Emily whispered with a grin.

"No!" Adam replied, though he couldn't help but feel that same rush of adrenaline coursing through him, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Liar." She says with a teasing laugh before stealing a quick kiss on his lips before bounding out of the room.

Adam only shakes his head in disbelief before he slips out of bed. As he changed his clothes, his mind replayed what had happened earlier, his face flushing. Quickly shaking those thoughts away, he heads downstairs to join them for breakfast.

-

After a hearty breakfast, Sera and Emily say their goodbyes and leave to fulfill their duties. Shortly after their departure, Lute returns to the mansion.

"Sir, are you ready to leave?" Lute calls out as she opens the door to the mansion.

"Yes!" Adam says it excitedly, still wondering what his surprise will be. "Come on, Lute, just tell me what you have planned."

"Sorry, sir, but it's a surprise." Lute says it with a playful smile.

The morning air is crisp, and the sun shines brightly as Adam and Lute flew from the mansion and to the training grounds. Taking in the morning air and the expansive view below, Adam's curiosity grows with each passing moment. The anticipation of the unknown fills him with childlike excitement, making the wait feel even more exhilarating.

Touching down at the entrance to the training grounds, Adam was happy to see Aclima waiting by the entrance with a big grin on her face.

"Dad! You finally made it!" Aclima exclaims, rushing over to give him a warm hug. "We've been waiting for you!"

Adam chuckles and embraces Aclima tightly. "So are you going to finally tell me what this is all about?"

"Don't worry, Dad, you'll see soon enough." Aclima says, giving Lute a wink, who also returns the gesture.

Leading him deeper into the training grounds, they soon came upon the familiar clearing where the exorcist sparring usually takes place. All around him were the bleachers, each row filled with all his exorcist daughters. Aclima and Lute soon took off, leaving Adam alone in the clearing.

"Good luck, sir!" Lute shouts back as she follows after Aclima.

Aclima approaches the podium with a sense of purpose, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The murmurs of anticipation from the gathered exorcists daughters quiet down as she takes her place.

"Sisters!" Aclima begins, her voice resonating through the clearing. "Today is a special day. Today we will finally get one win over our father!"

The gathered exorcist erupted into cheers and laughter at Aclima's bold proclamation. Adam, standing in the center of the clearing, couldn't help but grin at their enthusiasm.

"Oh really?" Adam chuckles, feigning offense.

"Of course." Aclima says. "We may lose individually or as a group, but I'm betting you don't have the endurance for this gauntlet-style match we've prepared for you!"

All of his daughters break out into excited cheers, their eagerness to prove themselves evident in their playful banter and competitive spirit. Adam looks around at each of them, feeling a swell of pride mixed with amusement.

"Well then, let's see what you've got!" Adam replies that his competitive streak is awakening. He steps forward, cracking his knuckles theatrically, earning a round of laughter from the girls.

Aclima signals the start of the match, and the exorcists daughters come at Adam one by one. Though he was unarmed, he was confident in his own combat prowess. The first to step into the arena was Claire, the second daughter he created after Harper.

Sword in hand and determination in her eyes, Claire lunged forward with precise strikes, testing her father's reflexes and defenses. Adam, agile and experienced, parried her attacks with ease, showing a playful grin as he countered with gentle nudges and blocks, careful not to overwhelm her.

Seeing her opportunity, Claire thrusts her sword forward, aiming for his neck, but Adam ducks below, avoiding her strike before swiftly raising his fist and hits her hand holding the sword. The impact of Adam's strike causes Claire's grip to falter slightly, her sword clattering to the ground. She looks up at Adam with surprise and a hint of admiration in her eyes. Adam steps back, offering a hand to help her up, and she accepts with a grin, acknowledging his skill even as she rubs her stinging hand.

"Well fought, Claire." Adam praises it warmly. "You've really improved your technique."

Claire's eyes light up with pride at her father's praise, and she nods enthusiastically. "Thank you, Dad!"

As the match continues, Adam faces each of his daughters in turn, each bringing their own unique style and strategy to the challenge. From swift strikes to intricate feints, they push Adam to adapt and respond with creativity and skill. The air fills with laughter, encouragement, and occasional playful taunts, creating a lively atmosphere that bonds them even more tightly as a family.

After what feels like both moments and hours, the last challenger, Vaggie, steps forward with a determined grin. Adam smiled with confidence, but the exhaustion from the continuous sparring was starting to show.

"Getting tired, Dad!?" Vaggie taunts with her spear at the ready. "You need only yield!"

"Yield!? Never!" Adam retorts playfully, though his breath is a bit heavier now. He prepares himself for Vaggie's attack. "Come at me, Vagasaurus!"

With a sudden burst of energy, Vaggie lunges forward, her spear spinning expertly in her hands. Her attacks are swift and calculated, aiming to test Adam's endurance and reflexes to their limits. Adam, despite the fatigue creeping in, meets each strike with precision and skill, dodging and deflecting with practiced ease. However, Vaggie wasn't pushing hard offensively. Unlike her sisters before her, her aim was to further wear him down.

As Vaggie's relentless assault continued, Adam could feel the strain building. Each dodge and block required more effort, and the weight of fatigue settled deeper into his muscles. He knew Vaggie's strategy well—she was pacing herself, conserving energy while pushing him to his limits, taking full advantage of his exhausted state. However, he notices that she also isn't capitalizing on openings that could potentially end the match. She was cautious, but overly so. She is afraid of making the wrong move.

With the knowledge he garnered from observing her so far, he sees an opportunity to turn the tide. Adam decides to change tactics, intentionally leaving a small opening in his defense, baiting Vaggie to strike with full commitment.

As she sees the opening, Vaggie hesitates briefly, weighing the risks. A well-placed strike could potentially secure her victory, but her dad could be baiting her. He normally wouldn't have such openings, but he was exhausted, possibly enough to make such a mistake.

Sensing her hesitation, Adam moves swiftly to attack. Vaggie, in a panic, tries to jab at him with her spear, but Adam anticipates the move and redirects her strike, using her momentum against her. He swiftly disarms her with a deft twist of his wrist, causing her spear to fly out of her grasp and land a few feet away.

"You hesitated, Vaggie." Adam remarks with a grin, offering her a hand up. "You've got the skills; just trust your instincts a bit more."

Vaggie accepts his hand, nodding as she regains her footing. "Thanks, Dad. I'll work on that."

With the match concluded, the thousands of exorcists in the bleachers clapped and cheered for all the combatants and for their father. Many were breathing heavily but laughing and exchanging stories from their sparring matches. A sense of camaraderie and pride fills the clearing as they congratulate each other on their performances.

A towel suddenly hits Adam in the face.

"Take a shower, Dad! You stink!" Aclima playfully scolds, tossing a towel at Adam's face amidst laughter from the other daughters.

Adam catches the towel and chuckles. "Alright, alright. I surrender to the call of cleanliness."

As Adam left, he was rather happy at the gauntlet-style challenge he just faced. It wasn't often that he was pushed to his limits like this, especially against his own daughters. His mind races at the possibilities and strategies he can prepare for next time.

The exorcists continue to tease and laugh as Adam heads off for a well-deserved shower, not noticing the look Aclima and Lute gave each other as he headed to the showers.

It was time to give him the real surprise.

-

As Adam washed off the sweat and grime of the sparring, he continued to think back on how he could improve himself. As he does so, he is suddenly thrown off guard when the shower curtains are pulled open and Aclima and Lute are standing there, naked and ready for him.

"W-What!?" Adam exclaimed, a little too loud as the sound echoed. "A-Aclima!? Lute!?"

"Hello, Sir." Lute says it with a sultry smirk.

"Surprise Dad!" Aclima says this excitedly, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight.

"Wh-what are you two doing!?" Adam says, trying his best to control himself, not wanting anyone else to know.

Aclima and Lute wasted no time in taking advantage of his confused state and pinned him against the wall.

"Isn't it obvious? We're giving you your real surprise!" Aclima said as she pressed her breasts against him, her nipples stiff and erect, her face flushed with arousal. "You were amazing today, dad. The way you kept fighting through each challenger was incredibly sexy. But now it's our turn to "spar" with you."

"This has been a long time coming, sir." Lute chimes in. "We want you now!"

"We shouldn't! I'm sweaty and grimy, and -" Adam said, though the sight of their naked bodies, their beautiful features, and their desire were making it hard to resist.

"What are you waiting for, Dad?" Aclima says her lips are only inches from his. "You can't possibly turn us down now, can you?"

"Aclima." Adam whispers as he leans forward to kiss her, but is surprised when Lute pushes Aclima aside and steals the kiss.

"Sir ..." Lute moans, her tongue slipping past his lips, her hand cupping the back of his head as she kisses him passionately.

"Hey! That's not fair, Lute!" Aclima protests, her tone half-joking and half-serious.

Lute only flips her off before pressing her lips harder against Adam's, her free hand grabbing his dick and slowly stroking it.

Aclima only rolls her eyes before attacking Adam's neck with multiple love bites. Adam moans and writhes under the attention of his two daughters, their lustful desire washing over him, threatening to drown him.

Suckling on his neck, Aclima could taste the salty sweat still clinging to his skin. The musky smell of his natural odor and the hot water only made her more aroused. "Mmm, you taste so good, Dad." Aclima moans, her teeth grazing his skin.

Lute's kiss becomes more demanding, her tongue swirling around his and her hand stroking his cock faster, causing him to grow harder. Feeling him twitch, she breaks the kiss, her breath ragged and her eyes filled with longing.

Aclima breaks off her attack on Adam and turns to Lute. "Trying to usurp your general, Lute?" Aclima says it playfully. "Not without a fight, you aren't."

Lute grins, her eyes challenging Aclima. "Bring it on, ma'am."

Bringing their lips together, Aclima and Lute's tongues were battling against each other, feverishly intertwining as they sought to dominate each other.

Adam could only watch in awe as his two daughters locked in an intense and erotic battle of wills. Their breasts pressed together, their nipples brushing against one another. Watching these twins go at it was the hottest thing Adam had ever seen so far.

Suddenly, Lute breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths, before she quickly dives between Aclima's legs and starts lapping at her wet pussy.

"Fuck!" Aclima cries out, her legs wobbling as she nearly falls. She manages to regain her balance and grips Lute's head, pulling her closer. "Don't stop, Lute.

Not wanting to be left out, Adam decides to pay her back for the love bites on his neck by attacking her nipples. Using his tongue and teeth, he lavishes each breast, teasing and sucking each nipple.

"D-Dad! Oh fuck!" Aclima gasps, her legs quivering. "F-fuck! That feels so good!"

Adam continues his assault on Aclima's chest, his tongue swirling around her stiff nipples and his teeth lightly grazing her flesh, sending shivers through her body.

Meanwhile, Lute was eagerly lapping up Aclima's juices, her tongue darting in and out of her tight hole and her nose buried deep in her wet mound. Aclima's fingers dug into her sister's scalp, her hips buckling wildly as she tried to keep herself upright.

"Dad, Lute! I'm cumming!" Aclima cries out, her legs giving out, her body wracked with intense waves of pleasure.

Lute's mouth was soon flooded with Aclima's sweet nectar, and she eagerly lapped up every drop, her tongue never stopping as she helped her ride out her climax.

After the last wave of her orgasm has passed, Aclima finally slumps against the wall, her legs feeling like jelly and her body still trembling.

"Mmmm ... fuck ..." she pants, her chest heaving and her heart pounding.

Looking at how weak her General had become, Lute smiled triumphantly before she was suddenly grabbed from behind by Adam. Hooking his arms under her legs, he lifts her into the air with her legs spread and her back pressed against his chest.

"Your turn, Lute." Adam whispers, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

Lute shudders with anticipation, her body tingling with excitement, her pussy dripping with desire. Aclima, having recovered from her intense orgasm, wastes no time and plunges her tongue inside Lute's pussy, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck! Y-yes!" Lute moans, her hands gripping Adam's arms tightly, her head pressing back onto his shoulder. Adam catches her lips in a kiss as Aclima worked her magic on Lute's pussy.

Aclima tongue plunges deeper and deeper into Lute's depths, tasting her sweet juices, and her nose tickling her sensitive clitoral area.

Adam's cock was throbbing, his lust growing stronger and stronger as he watched his daughters pleasure each other. His cock was rubbing against Lute's smooth, wet skin, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Lute, are you ready?" Adam growls, his voice low and husky, his breath hot on her neck.

"Yes, Sir. Please!" Lute gasps, her eyes filled with lust.

"Allow me to help." Aclima says. A mischievous grin on her face, still wanting revenge on Lute for taking the first kiss from her. She aims Adam's dick at Lute's anus.

Gently lowering her, Adam grunts as he slowly eases his way inside her, the tight ring of muscle resisting for a moment before yielding. As he does so, Aclima returns to Lute's pussy, her tongue swirling around her sensitive clitoral area, causing her to gasp and moan, her body shuddering.

"F-fuck!" Lute cries out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her anus was being stretched. This was her first time trying anal out, and she was overwhelmed with the sensation. "S-Sir ... You're too big! ... I'm going to ... a-ah!"

With Aclima skillfully lapping away at her clitoral area and Adam's cock filling her ass, Lute was unable to process the intense pleasure she was feeling. Her body was trembling, her muscles were clenching, and she felt like she was going to pass out.

Enjoying the tightness and warmth of her hole, Adam sped up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper, his hips slapping against her cheeks. The wet sounds of their coupling echoed throughout the shower room, the steam from the hot water only adding to the eroticism of the scene.

Aclima was enjoying the sight of her sister's expression as she came undone. Her tongue swirled around her clitoral area, teasing it mercilessly, and her fingers gently massaged her folds, pushing her over the edge.

"Lute, I'm going to cum!" Adam grunts, his hips pumping faster and his cock twitching.

"M-me too!" Lute gasps, her body tensing up, her pussy clenching around Aclima's fingers.

"Do it, Lute." Aclima urges her fingers to work their magic on her.

Unable to hold back any longer, Lute's body convulses, her legs kicking as she comes. Her pussy gushed, her juices flowing freely, her ass squeezing Adam's cock.

Adam grunted and thrust as hard and deep as he could, his balls slapping against her cheeks. With a final groan, he erupted, his seed spurting inside her and coating her inner walls.

"Ah, fuck!" Adam gasps, his body shuddering as his orgasm rips through him.

Aclima could only watch, her own arousal growing as she witnessed her father and sister's powerful orgasms.

Slowly, the intensity of their pleasure subsides, and they catch their breath, their bodies glistening with sweat and water. Adam slowly pulls himself out of her before carefully lowering her back down. Lute leaned against the wall, her legs wobbly and her breath ragged.

Aclima, who has been watching intently, could no longer resist and moved quickly, grabbing her Dad and kissing him passionately. Their tongues intertwined, and their bodies pressed against each other. Using the water cascading from the shower, she strokes his dick until it is nice and hard again, earning a deep moan from him.

"My turn now, Daddy." Aclima says with a devilish grin.

"I never knew my daughter was so naughty." Adam replies, returning her grin with his own.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Dad." Aclima purrs as she presses herself against him, her pussy rubbing against his cock, coating it in her juices.

"Is that so?" Adam teases, his cock twitching as he lifts Aclima and positions his cock at her entrance.

Aclima doesn't reply; instead, she guides his cock into her entrance, moaning as he fills her. They both take their time, relishing the feeling of being connected once more.

Aclima wraps her legs around his waist, and he lifts her up, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. They lock lips, and their tongues intertwine as he begins to move, his hips rocking and his cock sliding in and out of her.

They lose themselves in the rhythm of their lovemaking, their bodies moving as one, their moans and gasps echoing throughout the shower room.
"Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good." Aclima moans, her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his back.

"So do you, baby girl." Adam groans, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her closer, his cock thrusting deeper.

"BREED me, Daddy!" Aclima moans.

The words send a surge of heat through Adam's body, and he quickens his pace, his hips pumping and his cock sliding in and out of her wet folds. Aclima's pussy clenches around him, her body trembling.

"Say it, Dad!" Aclima cries out, grabbing his head and looking into his eyes, gold meeting emerald. "Say I'm better than Mom!"

Better than her in every way!

THE BETTER LOVER!

BETTER WIFE!

"A-Aclima, fuck!" Adam groans, his pace becoming more erratic and his cock twitching. "You're better than her!"

"Louder!" Aclima cries out, her back arching and her jaw going slack at the intensity of the moment.

"You're better than her, my little explorer!" Adam shouts, his balls slapping against her ass and his cock pulsing. "My better half!"

Aclima could barely comprehend his words, her mind hazy with pleasure and her body tensing up. Her orgasm hits her hard, her muscles clenching and her pussy clamping down around his cock.

"Cum for me, Daddy!" Aclima moans, her body quaking. "BREED ME!"

Adam couldn't hold back any longer, his cock erupting inside her and his hot seed filling her. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling, their minds lost in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck, Dad ..." Aclima gasps, her body going limp in his arms.

Adam slowly lowers her to the floor, his cock slipping out of her and his seed dripping from her slit. Leaning himself against the wall for support, Adam struggles to catch his breath. As he does so, Aclima and Lute kneel by his legs and start lapping at his cock, their tongues swirling around his length, cleaning it.

"Oh girls, that's nice." Adam groans, his cock quickly stiffening.

As they continue their ministrations, their tongues brushing against his balls, his tip, and his shaft, Adam's cock becomes harder and harder, his lust growing.

"Girls ... I'm gonna cum again ..." Adam warns.

The twins only speed up their pace, their mouths and tongues eagerly lapping at his shaft and head, their fingers massaging his balls.

With a deep grunt, Adam comes undone, his cock erupting and his seed spraying out onto their faces. The twins eagerly lick up the sticky substance, their tongues gliding over their cheeks, their lips, and their chins, before licking the cum off each other's faces.

"Fuck ..." Adam groans, his body spent.

Aclima and Lute grin at him before kissing his dick one last time before standing.

"We hope you liked our surprise, sir." Lute says.

"It's been a long time planning between Lute and me." Aclima adds.

"Thank you, girls." Adam says, smiling tiredly.

-

After such an intense shower, Adam, Lute, Aclima, and Vaggie were on their way back to the mansion. Landing on the back lawn, everyone headed in except Adam.

"Dad?" Vaggie calls back, stopping the other two in their tracks.

"You girls go on in; I need to stretch a little." Adam says, cracking his knuckles.

"Need me with you, sir?" Lute ask.

"Nah, I'll be fine." Adam says, waving her off. "Aclima, you're in charge of cooking dinner."

"Sure thing, Dad." Aclima says, grabbing Lute and Vaggie and dragging them into the house. "I'm going to need you two."

Vaggie and Lute give a curious glance at Adam before heading inside. Once the door closes behind them, Adam turns and looks up at the mid-afternoon sky. He first stretches his arms into the air, letting out a large yawn, before cracking his back and neck.

But before he could continue, he was suddenly grabbed by his hands and plucked off the ground.

"Woah, hey!" Adam exclaims as he is dragged upwards.

"Sorry Adam!" A familiar female voice says.

"Jophiel!?" Adam exclaims.

Looking up, Adam sees the ever-gorgeous seraphim holding him up, her hands gripping his.

"I was waiting for my moment, and you just gave it to me in spades!" Jophiel says, a blush on her face. "You were practically begging for me to whisk you away!"

"I was not!" Adam protests.

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Where are you even taking me!?" Adam says, slightly panicked, that he was going somewhere without Lute.

Jophiel smirks. "Somewhere nice."

HE WAS FINALLY HERS!

-

Michael was sipping his whiskey as he looked out the window of his office. The city before him was bustling with winners and various other angels mulling about, but his thoughts were miles away. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass as he tried to find some way to release the stress from doing the paperwork Sera had given him.

FIND ADAM!

SEX ADAM UP!

How he wishes Adam's whiskey didn't taste so good, so he didn't have to deal with Malenia. Her words of 'fucking Adam' echo in his mind almost every day now, but that was probably his own fault for drinking every day.

Though she wasn't wrong, Michael always felt very relaxed after they had sex.

...

Some days, even when he wasn't drinking, his mind would drift off to thinking about what it would be like if they were lovers.

It was a strange thought, and not an unwelcome one either. Adam was charming, funny, and handsome, and he made the best damn food and alcohol Michael had ever tasted. It wasn't just the physical aspects of the First Man either; it was everything about him.

The way he laughed, the way he smiled, and the way he talked. It was all so charming and intoxicating. Funny how it took whiskey and awakening the Malenia side in him before he started feeling this way.

But the feelings he has now—the ones he's having right now—aren't just fleeting thoughts; they're genuine feelings of want, of desire, of love. Feelings that his brother Lucifer has for the First Man.

...

An interesting thought.

But no, he was better than his brother. Unlike him, he didn't ruin Adam's life or his relationships. Now he and so many others are in a rather ... cordial relationship with him.

...

Though sometimes he wishes he could have Adam all to himself.

His wings flutter, and a shiver runs up his spine as he thinks about those golden eyes, his strong hands caressing his body, and his tongue teasing him.

"Fuck." Michael curses under his breath, feeling a familiar warmth pooling in his stomach and an erection forming.

As he brought up his glass to take another sip, he saw a flash of gold zip through the sky.

"What the-"

ADAM!

GO AFTER HIM!

SEX HIM UP!

SEX HIM NOW!

"Enough!" Michael shouts to no one, shaking his head as Malenia's voice begins quiets in his head. "There is still paperwork and..."

Wait a minute!

Adam wasn't with Lute!

Who was he with?

Sera's rule was that he must be accompanied by Aclima or Lute.

Was he trying to leave!?

...

Yeah, fuck the paperwork! He needs to see what is going on with his best friend!

Michael opens the window in his office and unfurls his wings before leaping out.

-

"What is this place?" Adam asks as Jophiel lands.

Adam found himself in a forest clearing. There was a large lake with a waterfall; the sound of the water crashing down and the sight of the mist rising up were relaxing.

"My secret spot." Jophiel says, placing Adam down.

"This is pretty nice." Adam says this, looking around. "How have I not discovered this place before?"

Looking around, Adam takes note that the waterfall was flowing into a lake that stretched out quite far. It was crystal clear, and the sunlight reflected off the water beautifully.

"Because you have never asked." Jophiel says it with a chuckle. "Beside, it wouldn't be a secret if you knew now, would it?"

"Fair point." Adam admits. "So, why is this your favorite spot?"

"Aside from the fact that that is quite conducive, Its because it reminds me of us having our first time on Earth." Jophiel says, giving him a devilish grin. "Plus, I don't have to worry about anyone disturbing us."

"Disturb-woah!" Before Adam could react, Jophiel grabbed him and pulled him close, her lips meeting his.

Her lips were soft and warm, and her body was pressed up against his. Her tongue slips past his lips, teasing him and coaxing it to play with hers. Adam's hand instinctively goes to her ass, groping it.

"Finally!" Jophiel cries out. "All mine!"

That pesky Lute finally wasn't around to hog Adam. Now it's her turn to have fun.

"J-Jophiel ..." Adam says, a little out of breath from her aggressive kissing.

"Shush." Jophiel says, a finger to his lips. "Just enjoy the moment."

"But Lute ..."

"Isn't here."

"I know, but mom won't be happy and ..."

SERA WON'T STOP HER!

"But nothing. We're here, we're alone, and we can do whatever we want." Jophiel says, cutting him off and planting another kiss on his lips.

"Mind if I interrupt?" Michael says as he descends towards the duo.

"Michael!?" Jophiel exclaims in an annoyed tone.

"Miguel!" Adam jumps back from the angel. "When did you get here!?"

"Just now." Michael answers, landing next to them. "I saw you earlier, without Lute or Aclima, so I grew ... concerned."

"I just wanted some alone time with Adam; you know, no one around." Jophiel explains, crossing her arms.

"Sera rules were quite clear. You of all people should know it well." Michael replies, glaring at Jophiel.

"And how are we going to have alone time if Aclima and Lute are following Adam around?" Jophiel asks, glaring right back at him.

"We've had this discussion already." Michael scolds.

"Yes, we have." Jophiel says this with a roll of her eyes. "We agreed to share, but I think I deserve some compensation! I'm not the one living under the same roof as him! I don't get the same amount of love as they do!"

"So do I, but you don't see me complaining." Michael states. Though his counterpart, Malenia, would beg to differ.

"Forget you! I'm having him!" Jophiel exclaims. "Join us, or don't."

"Now hold on a second ..." Adam starts stepping back from the two arguing angels, but in less than a second, Jophiel is back on him, capturing Adam's lips in another heated kiss.

"Jophiel ..." Michael warns, though a tinge of jealousy could be heard.

"I don't care what you have to say, Michael!" Jophiel declares, pushing Adam onto his back and climbing on top of him, her ass facing him. "He's mine!"

With that said, she snaps her fingers, and both of their garments disappear in a burst of white light, revealing their naked forms.

"Jophiel!" Adam says, alarmed at her aggression. "Please calm down!"

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly calm." Jophiel purrs, licking her lips. "But I've waited long enough for this."

"Wait -" Jophiel cuts him off by planting her pussy on his face, her folds pressing against his mouth.

"Eat me, Adam." She demands. "I'm all yours!"

Adam hesitates for a moment before slowly sticking out his tongue and running it along her slit.

"Ahhh ..." Jophiel moans, her hips buckling. "Yes, that's it."

Jophiel leans back, her hands resting on Adam's chest.

"Fuck, you're amazing." Jophiel groans, her head tilting back and her wings spreading.

Adam wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer, and his tongue works her entrance, pushing deeper inside her. He doesn't know why, but the Angel of Love juices taste divine; it's like his tongue was being blessed with her essence.

"Fuck yes, keep going." Jophiel moans, her breathing becoming heavier.

Watching the scene unfold before him, Michael felt his jealousy rise, but not only that, his cock was straining against his pants. His own arousal was growing, and Malenia was screaming for him to join.

OR TO LET HER TAKE OVER!

SHOW THE BITCH WHO ADAM BELONGS TO!

"Damn it all." Michael groans, a hand clutching his crotch and squeezing his cock through his pants.

"Are you going to stand there and watch?" Jophiel asks, glancing over her shoulder and noticing the bulge in his pants. "Or are you going to join?"

Angry at how smug Jophiel was being, and with Malenia's voice in his head, Michael's lust finally breaks.

"Damn it!" Michael growls, his clothes vanishing in a flash with a snap of his fingers, his cock springing free.

"Shut it, Jophiel!" Michael exclaims as he thrusts into her mouth.

"Hmph!" Jophiel's eyes widen as his cock is shoved down her throat, her lips wrapping around the shaft.

Michael grips her head with both hands and begins fucking her mouth, his hips rocking back and forth. His cock slides in and out of her wet, warm mouth, his balls slapping against her chin.

Jophiel was rather pleased with herself. Right now, she has the man of her dreams eating her out and the angel that she was pinning for before Adam; now his cock is down her throat. She really can't complain.

"Mmm ..." Jophiel moans against Michael's shaft as Adam's tongue works her insides, his lips sucking on her clitoral area.

"Damn it ..." Michael grunts, his pace quickening.

Jophiel's moans are muffled by his cock, but the vibrations send shivers down his spine.

"You've been wanting this, haven't you, Jophiel?" Michael taunts.

Jophiel nods, her hands sliding up his thighs, groping his ass, and pulling him closer. How she had long dreamt of grabbing the ass of the one that cast Lucifer into hell. At least until she met Adam. Still, she was finally going to learn how Michael tasted.

Michael was also feeling good, his cock buried in her warm, wet mouth. His fingers tighten their grip on her hair, and his hips thrust faster. He could feel himself reaching his limit, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Michael moans.

Michael throws his head back and lets out a loud moan as he cums, his cock erupting and filling her mouth. Jophiel eagerly swallows his load, her throat working his shaft and her tongue swirling around the tip. Tasting his seed, Jophiel is left with intense satisfaction, and her arousal heightens.

Letting go of Michael, her hands switch to Adam's head, her fingers gripping his hair and grinding against his face, her hips rocking as she rides his face. Her breathing grows heavy as she reaches her climax, her wings fluttering as she lets out a loud cry.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Jophiel gasps, her body trembling and her juices flowing.

Adam laps up her fluids, drinking her sweet nectar. His tongue slides into her pussy, his nose pressed against her clitoral area. He continues to eat her out, his tongue moving in and out and his lips sucking on her folds.

Jophiel's whole body shakes, her wings flapping and her moans echoing throughout the clearing. She was in pure ecstasy, her body quivering and her eyes rolling back.

Michael could only stare in envy and amazement as he watched Adam make the angel of love lose her mind. He had never seen Jophiel in such a state before, and Malenia was begging to be let out.

And he decides to let her.

Snapping his fingers, his body is engulfed in a flash of white light before revealing his female counterpart, Malenia.

"About damn time!" Malenia cheers with a huge smile on her face. "Move Jophiel!"

"Fuck you!" Jophiel moans loudly, her whole body shuddering.

"It's my turn!" Malenia shouts, forcing Jophiel off Adam and taking her place.

"Hey!" Jophiel exclaims as Malenia takes her spot.

"Malenia!" Adam gasps, his face still soaked with Jophiel's fluids.

"Shut it!" Malenia says, positioning her pussy above Adam's mouth. "Eat me up, Adam!"

Before he could protest, Malenia dropped down, her pussy crashing down on his mouth and her juices squirting out.

"Yesss ..." Malenia groans, her fingers grabbing a fistful of his hair and her hips rocking. "So good ..."

"Bitch." Jophiel huffs.

"Hmph!" Malenia scoffs, looking down at Jophiel.

Adam was still trying to figure out what was going on when Malenia's scent filled his nostrils. And it was intoxicating. Without even thinking, he brings his hands to her ass and squeezes her plump rear, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Ahhh, fuck," Malenia moans.

Her moans are music to his ears, and he feels his cock twitch, his arousal returning. His tongue works her slit, and his lips kiss her pussy. He tastes her juices, and his desire grows.

Not wanting to be out done, Jophiel rushes to Adam's hips and eagerly gobbles his cock, her mouth and throat stuffed full with his throbbing member.

"Oh shit!" Adam moans against Malenia's pussy, his eyes snapping open and his hips bucking.

"Mmmm ..." Jophiel hums, her head bobbing up and down, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue licking the underside.

"Fuck ..." Malenia pants; her breathing is getting heavier.

Jophiel sucks and licks his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip and her lips kissing his balls. Her hands run along his legs, her nails scratching his skin, leaving marks on his thighs. She starts to choke and gag, her nose rubbing his pelvis.

"Oh fuck." Adam mutters, his toes curling.

Jophiel is relentless, her head bobbing up and down, his shaft disappearing and reappearing from her lips. She continues to suck his cock, her tongue licking his length. She can't get enough of his cock, and she wants more. Sucking it like her life depended on it.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Adam moans, his balls tightening and his cock twitching.

"No!" Malenia shouts. She tries to turn and stop Jophiel but Adam had her locked down with his arms holding her thighs and his tongue working away at her pussy.

Adam can't take it anymore, and he lets out a loud moan, his cock pulsing and shooting a thick load, coating Jophiel's mouth and throat with his hot, sticky seed.

"Oh fuck!" Jophiel cries out, his leftover cum spurting onto her face, her tongue hanging out. Wiping the cum onto her finger, she brings it to her mouth, licking her fingers clean.

"Fucking bitch." Malenia curses under her breath, glaring daggers at Jophiel. "His seed is mine!"

Seeing the look on her face, a devilish grin forms on Jophiel's lips. She winks at Malenia.

"I guess you want this?" She says this, showing off Adam's cum that she caught on her tongue before swallowing.

Malenia's anger boils over, and she jumps Jophiel, knocking her off Adam and wrestling her onto her back.

"Give it here!" Malenia hisses, her hands wrapping around Jophiel's neck.

"No!" Jophiel protests, her hands trying to pry Malenia's hands off her throat.

Adam was about to jump in, but he was shocked to see a small smile on Jophiel's lips as she was being strangled.

"Oh, you bitch!" Malenia screams, her grip tightening, her teeth clenched.

Jophiel was getting choked, but at the same time, she was also getting off on it.

Not wanting Jophiel to swallow more of Adam's cum, Malenia quickly leans forward and presses her lips against hers. Their tongues duel, their saliva mixes, and their spit drips onto their bodies as Malenia tries to take what little of his seed remains. Jophiel's moan is muffled as Malenia makes out with her, her hands still tightly grasped around her neck. The tightness in her neck only served to turn her on more, and her body was getting hotter.

Despite having just had his release, Adam was hard once again. He watches as the two angels make out, their bodies entwined, their lips locked. It was a sight to behold, and his cock twitched. The two seraphim continue to make out, their tongues dancing and their bodies pressing together. Jophiel wraps her legs around Malenia, her hands reaching around her and grabbing Malenia's ass, spreading it.

Adam accepted the invitation and quickly lined up his cock to her rear, and without warning, he shoved his entire length into her in one swift thrust.

"AHH!" Malenia lets out a scream into Jophiel's mouth as Adam's cock enters her pussy, his balls smacking against her ass.

"Fuck yes!" Jophiel cheers at the sight of a shocked Malenia.

Adam grunts, his hips pumping and his cock sliding in and out of Malenia's wet, tight hole.

"Fuuuuck ..." Malenia moans, her eyes half-closed, her head tilting back.

Adam's hips thrust forward, his cock slamming into Malenia's pussy, his balls smacking against her thighs. Her vaginal walls clench around his shaft, her fluids oozing out and coating his cock.

"You're so fucking wet." Adam grunts, his grip on her ass tightening.

"F-Fuck ... yeah ..." Malenia moans, her back arching, her breasts rubbing against Jophiel's.

Seeing a chance to dominate the ever-stoic Michael, or rather, Malenia, Jophiel takes a chance, wraps her arms around her head, and pulls her into another passionate kiss.

"Ahhh!" Malenia cries out as her mouth is invaded, her tongue dominated by Jophiel.

"Mmm..." Jophiel hums, her fingers gripping her hair.

Their tongues dance, and their lips mash together. Their bodies press together, their nipples rubbing, and their breasts squeezed between them. Finally, she fulfilled her fantasy of having Michael, albeit in his female form, but it's better than nothing. Watching her lust-filled expression, Jophiel could not help but think of what a slut Malenia is.

"Nnngh!" Malenia groans as Adam's cock drives deeper inside her, his tip brushing against her womb.

"So fucking tight ..." Adam groans, his cock throbbing.

"Gonna ... fuck!" Malenia moans, her whole body trembling.

"Do it, Adam!" Jophiel encourages. "BREED your bitch!"

"Yes!" Adam agrees, his grip on Malenia's ass tightening.

He begins thrusting harder and faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. He could feel himself reaching his limit, his shaft swelling inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Malenia wails as his cock erupts, coating her insides with his seed and filling her womb.

"That's it. Fill her up!" Jophiel moans, watching his cock throb, her hands still wrapped around her head.

"Mmm ..." Malenia hums, her body quivering and her wings flapping.

The sensation of being filled up by Adam was too much for her, and she lets out a loud cry as she climaxes, her juices gushing out, coating his cock, his balls, and her thighs. After half a minute had passed, Adam finally pulled his cock out, leaving a trail of his cum dripping from her pussy.

But he wasn't satisfied. Hearing Jophiel tell him to breed her bitch, the thought of knocking up Malenia and Jophiel excited him, and his cock was hard again.
With one thoroughly bred, that left one more seraphim to breed.

"Your turn, Jophiel." Adam growls.

"Huh?" Jophiel was confused; her mind was still fuzzy from making out with Malenia, but before she knew it, Adam had pinned her to the ground, his body over her in the mating press position, his cock rubbing against her entrance. She didn't get to finish her train of thought as Adam pushed his cock into her pussy, his shaft sinking into her moist, wet heat.

"Oh fuck ..." Jophiel groans, her eyes rolling back and her wings fluttering.

"So tight ..." Adam grunts, his hands gripping her hips and his fingers digging into her soft skin.

"Yes." Jophiel whimpers, her hands grabbing his forearms and her nails clawing his skin.

"So fucking good." Adam growls, his cock driving deeper into her.

"Oh, yes ..." Jophiel's toes curl, her legs wrapping around his waist and her ankles locking together.

"You like that, don't you?" Adam taunts, his pace quickening.

"Yes!" Jophiel moans, her eyes unfocused, her tongue hanging out.

"Such a little slut." Adam snarls.

"Fuck! BREED me, Adam!" Jophiel's breathing quickens, her back arching.

Adam was relentless, his hips moving faster, his cock pumping in and out of her, her juices coating his shaft. He could feel his climax approaching, and he wanted to fill her up.

"Get pregnant!" Adam groans, his body tense, his balls tightening.

"Make me pregnant!" Jophiel gasps, her body shaking.

With a roar, Adam thrusts deep inside her and cums, his cock shooting thick ropes of his seed into her womb.

"Ahhh!" Jophiel's screams echo throughout the forest, her eyes snapping open and her whole body shuddering.

Adam pumps her full of his seed, his cock erupting, his essence filling her up. After half a minute, Adam's orgasm finally subsided, and he pulled his cock out, a river of his cum spilling from her pussy.

"I love you." Jophiel mutters, her eyes fluttering and her wings limp.

Adam smiles, kissing her forehead, and lays down beside her.

"I love you too." He whispers.

The two of them lay there, panting, their bodies drenched in sweat, their hearts racing. Malenia soon joined them in their afterglow as she crawled over to Adam and plucked herself down on top of him.

"You love me too, right?" She asks, nuzzling against his chest.

"Of course I do." He replies, holding her close.

The three of them lie there, enjoying the afterglow.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," Malenia remarks.

-

Adam was praying hard internally as he raced back home in a panic, forgetting he could teleport. If his mom or his daughters discovered his disappearance, Kidnapping? Anyway, it didn't matter! He just had to get back before anyone noticed. Flying as fast as he could, he could see the silhouette of his home against the darkening sky.

Landing in the backyard, he quickly burst into the mansion, slamming the door open. To his relief, only his daughters were home. Sera and Emily had yet to return from their duties.

"Dad!?" Vaggie calls out in a panic from the kitchen. "Is something the matter!? Did something happen while you were stretching!?"

Adam took a moment to catch his breath, leaning against the door frame. He forced a smile, trying to steady his racing heart.

"Nothing, Vaggie," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "Just a bit of exercise. I got carried away, that's all."

Technically, it is not a lie.

"If you say so, Dad." Vaggie says, not wanting to pry further before returning to the kitchen.

After taking a few minutes to compose himself, he struts into the kitchen to help his daughters prepare dinner for later.

-

It was only 8 p.m., but Adam was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. Plopping himself down on the bed, Adam let out a deep sigh. His mind was still reeling from the events of the day. He had barely closed his eyes when the door to his room creaked open.

"Adam?" Sera calls out as she enters the room.

"Mom." Adam looked up, his tired eyes meeting Sera's concerned gaze.

Sera walked over to the bed, sitting down next to him. "I heard you had quite the adventure today."

"I did." Adam says it with a small smile. While it had been a pleasurable day, his hips were now hurting, he was physically drained, and he had a headache from the gauntlet-style match from earlier. Not to mention the fact that he raced back home in a panic after the whole affair with Michael and Jophiel.

"Is everything alright?" Sera asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

Adam hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just... tired."

Sera studies him for a moment before climbing onto the bed next to him and pulling him close to herself, her wings cocooning him in her embrace.

"Rest, my son." Sera whispered, her voice soothing as she held Adam close. "You've been through a lot today."

"Mom, it's only 8 p.m." Adam points this out. "You don't have to sleep too."

"I know; I don't have to." Sera replies. "But I want to."

Adam nestled into his mother's embrace, finding comfort in her wings enveloping him and his face buried in her chest. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth and safety of her presence ease his exhausted state.

"Thank you, Mom." Adam whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sera tightened her embrace gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Anytime, my dear Adam."

They stayed like that for a while longer, the quiet of the night wrapping around them like a blanket. Adam eventually drifted off to sleep, the events of the day fading into the background as he found rest in the embrace of his mother.

-

"ADAM!" Eve screams out in rage.

Lucifer quickly ducks into one of the many rooms of the castle as he hears Eve rapidly approaching his direction. He carefully weighs his options as Eve closes in. On the one hand, he could take the beating Eve dished out, as it didn't hurt. But on the other hand, whenever Eve does beat him up, it usually entails a lot of property damage around the castle and quite possibly to his ducks.

Everything around him was replaceable, but his ducks—those were handcrafted, one-of-a kind masterpieces!

Many centuries had passed, and still, he couldn't find a way to placate Eve. Until a thought came to his mind.

Why not just transform into Adam?

He still remembers him well from their time in Eden, and he got a good refresher in Egypt, so copying him shouldn't be a problem.

Why didn't he think of this plan before!? It was practically fool-proof!

Focusing all his angelic power, he starts crafting his 'Adam' form. He makes his hair the same color and length as Adam's, his build the same, and his face the same. Even the vocals should be tuned perfectly. Everything was perfect!

Now all that was left was to do the part.

So he waited with bated breath as Eve stomped in the direction of the room he was in. But to his surprise, Eve goes past his room, leaving him a little dismayed as he didn't get the chance to show off his new form.

Just as he was about to transform back, the door to the room he was in suddenly burst open, and his wife, Lilith, rushed in.

She, too, was hiding from Eve and decided to seek refuge. After closing the door, she turns around and is surprised to see 'Adam'. The Adam that she, her husband, and Eve have been pining for for centuries.

"Adam!?" Lilith says it in disbelief.

"Ummm, hi Lilith." Lucifer replies. Since his wife was here, he may as well test out his acting.

"Adam!?" Lilith repeated, her eyes wide with astonishment as she stared at Lucifer, now transformed into the spitting image of their long-lost lover.

Lucifer took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to maintain the charade. "Yes, it's me, Lilith," he replied cautiously, trying to mimic Adam's voice as closely as possible. He adjusted his posture, remembering the way Adam used to stand and trying to embody his mannerisms.

Lilith approached him slowly, her expression a mix of hope and disbelief. "I... I can't believe it. After all this time, how? Why?"

"How? A portal mishap. Why? It was an accident." Lucifer replied, trying to sound logical in his reasoning. "Anyway, I should..."

Lilith closed the distance between them quickly and grabbed 'Adam' by the shoulder before slamming him down to the floor. "You're not going anywhere!"

She finally had 'Adam' and wasn't going to lose the opportunity. Before Eve could sink her claws into him and most likely sequester themselves away for a few days, she may as well have had the first ride. Sure, they promised Eve that she could have him first, but too bad, Lilith found him first, and she deserves a finder's fee! A small taste before handing him over.

Lucifer was surprised at how aggressive his wife was being, and it turned him on immensely. When he tries to sit up, Lilith grabs his wrists and pins him back down before forcing her lips onto his.

Lilith has waited a long time and wasn't about to let this chance slip by. She, like the others, was too passive back in Egypt. They should have been more forceful!

MORE LOVING!

She won't make the same mistake.

Lost in their make-out session, they forget that Eve is currently on a rampage throughout the castle and were startled when the door was suddenly kicked open.

"What the fuck is going on here!?" Eve shouts in anger while holding a broken chair leg in her hand.

"Eve!?" Lucifer and Lilith shout in alarm.

Lilith knew Eve saw her kissing 'Adam' so she decided she may as well come out with it.

"Sorry Eve, I just couldn't resist having 'Adam' right in front of me." Lilith admits. She turned away, waiting for the inevitable rage that should be coming her way, but was surprised when it never arrived. Instead, when she turned back to Eve, she only said she had a dumbfounded look on her face.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Eve questions. "That is not Adam!"

"What!?" Lilith exclaims, turning her attention back to 'Adam'.

Lucifer lets out a weary laugh before transforming back into his original form. "Surprise," he says sheepishly.

Both women now stared at the fallen angel with newfound anger. The first woman hated that she had just been tricked and got her hope up for nothing, while the first mother was angry that Lucifer thought he could copy Adam's greatness in any meaningful way.

Both women gave each other a knowing gaze before nodding and springing into action.

Before Lucifer realized what was going on, Eve was suddenly holding him from behind, her legs hooking around his, forcing him to spread his own legs. Using her magic, Lilith summons a castration tool and eyes Lucifer's genital area with it.

"I recall you saying you like being Lucy." Lilith says this as she approaches Lucifer.

Lucifer's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He struggles against Eve's hold, but her grip is firm, and he can't escape without hurting her severely. Lilith's intent was crystal clear. Panic sets in as he desperately tries to reason with them.

"Lilith, Eve, wait! You don't have to do this!" Lucifer pleads, his voice cracking with fear and disbelief as he tries to think of a way to reason with them. "It was just a prank!"

But Eve remains resolute, her expression cold and determined. "You don't get to mock my Adam like that, Lucifer!"

Lilith steps closer, the tool in her hand gleaming ominously. "You always push things too far, Lucifer. Maybe losing something will teach you a lesson."

That day, Lucifer learned that hell has no fury like a woman scorned.

Notes:

How was the smut?

Chapter 70: The Lost Rod

Summary:

Lucifer didn't need it anyway.

Notes:

First off, I have great news!

This fic kudos count has now surpassed Hope in Hell by NisrocChico (If you haven't read it, I highly recommend you do so. The angst is just perfection.)

Thank you all for giving me your Kudos and support! I really appreciate it!

Secondly, Charlie will still exist.

Thirdly, huge thanks to TheSourFerret for giving me the idea to use in this chap.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Lucifer pleads. "Let's be reasonable!"

"Reasonable!?" Eve shouts in his ear. "All of your foolproof plans have netted me ZERO Adam! And now you try to impersonate him!? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!"

WAS LUCIFER TRYING TO GET HER TO SLEEP WITH HIM!?

TRYING TO GET HER TO CHEAT ON ADAM!?

NEVER!

"And you tried tricking me!?" Lilith interjects, her eyes blazing with fury as she held the castration tool. "You got a lot of nerve LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR!"

Lucifer hopes to reason with them had quickly died when his own wife was now using his full name. Lucifer swallowed hard, his mind racing to find an escape from the furious women surrounding him. He raised his hands, palms out in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, okay, I get it!" he said, his voice trembling slightly. "But ladies, look, I have a foolproof plan that might -"

Eve fumes when she hear those words coming from Lucifer. So much so that as she held him firmly from the back, she headbutts the back of his head.

"No more foolproof plans!" Eve roars. "Every time you say that, things only get worse!"

ADAM KEEPS STRAYING FUTHER FROM HER LOVE!

Lilith steps closer, the castration tool gleaming ominously in her hand. "You're not talking your way out of this one, Lucifer. You crossed the line, and now you have to pay."

Lucifer's eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking an escape route before a smug look overcame his expression. Realizing he forget that he could simply transform or teleport.

Lucifer's confidence resurged as he remembered his abilities. With the intention to teleport away, he snaps his fingers.

...

He was still trapped in Eve's grasp.

...

He snaps his finger again ... and again.

...

Still in Eve's grasp.

...

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!

...

Still in Eve's grasp!

"What's the matter, Lucifer?" Lilith sneers. "Can't get out of this one?"

Okay, calm down Lucifer. You're just having an off day. Maybe you can still transform and get out of here!

He closes his eyes and concentrates on transforming.

...

Nothing.

...

His power was gone.

Lilith smiles evilly as she brings the castration tool towards Lucifer's crotch.

"KeeKee! Go get help!" Lucifer calls out to the cyclopean cat just off in the corner. She only responded by tilting her head to the side before laying back down.

The fallen angel gulps, his heart racing. His mind was still in a state of disbelief as he continued to struggle futilely. Not only was his angelic power cut off, he loss the strength to even break himself free!

"If you do this, we can't have kids!" Lucifer pleads as he struggled.

"We've been trying for CENTURIES!" Lilith reminds him. "It isn't happening Lucifer! So, why not CUT our losses?"

"Can you really live without having sex with me!?" Lucifer exclaims in panic.

"Trust me Lucifer, there will still be sex. Except, we're doing it my way from now on!" Lilith replies with an evil grin. "After all, you just LOVE your Lucy form!"

So many times Lilith had caught Lucifer in his Lucy form, trying out the clothes she or Eve had. Applying various make-up, and even experimenting with the toys Lilith had bought from the Lust Ring.

Lucifer's heart raced as he looked at the device, a sense of terror washing over him. He struggled desperately, his mind scrambling for any means of escape. He knew they weren't joking. If he couldn't get free, they were actually going to go through with it and with Lilith's magic empowering the castration tool, it'll be permanent!

"Just close your eyes and think of Adam." Lilith says as she brings the tool closer.

"NO!"

Lucifer wasn't one to pray. After all, he was a former seraphim, an angel. Had he never fallen, people would be praying to him for salvation. But in this moment, in his hour of need, he was willing to make an exception.

So he prays.

He prays like he never prayed before!

Begging for some divine intervention!

-

Browsing his computer, Michael was alarmed to find an urgent prayer notification from none other than Lucifer.

Opening the notification, Michael was surprised by its contents.

'SAVE ME! MY WIFE IS TRYING TO CASTRATE ME!'

Michael blinks, confused, before shaking his head.

"The Devil asking for help? What kind of idiot does he think I am?" Michael scoffs before deleting the notification.

-

Castrating Lucifer?

This is a plan Roo was more than happy to get behind.

Why?

Maybe it's because of the lingering resentment she has for these three and their inability to tempt Adam in the past.

Maybe its because she has grown increasingly frustrated listening to his idiotic full-proof nonsense that he constantly spouts.

...

Or maybe it was just because she liked the idea of him losing his 'sword'.

Either way, she was more than happy to assist.

His lower half isn't needed for her plans anyway.

Her eyes fixed on Lucifer with a steely determination. She could feel the anger and frustration radiating from Eve and Lilith, and she decided to use her abilities to ensure Lucifer couldn’t escape. A small shadowlike form extended out from KeeKee and moved along the floor unbeknownst to the occupants of the room. Once within reach, the shadow latched itself onto Lucifer feet. The air around them crackles with tension as Roo channels her energy into cutting off Lucifer's power temporarily.

And in the nick of time too as a few seconds after she cut off his power, Lucifer tries to escape but fails to do so.

The fallen angel's eyes widen with horror and disbelief and Roo smiled from ear to ear as she watched Lilith takes the opportunity and brings the castration tool towards his crotch.

The sound of Lucifer's agonizing scream that soon followed was music to her ears.

-

"Hey Michael." Aclima calls out as she entered his office. "Mind if I join you in the upcoming meeting with the trio from hell?"

"Aclima, you know your mother would be absolutely furious to see you." Michael states.

...

"So yes, please join me." Michael says with a smile. "What do you have planned?"

"Oh, not much. Just wanted to give my dear mom a gift." Aclima says with a sly smirk. "She is going to love it."

-

Sitting in the embassy's meeting room with a large plate of ribs between them, Aclima and Michael eagerly awaited the trio's arrival. Instead of the usual door being flung open and something flying in their general direction like previous years, Michael was amazed that Lucifer gently opened the door and hobbled his way in with his two muses following close behind.

Aclima and Eve instantly locked eyes with each other as soon as they were in the same room. The tension was palpable, a thick blanket of unresolved emotions and past grievances. Eve's eyes narrowed as she glared at Aclima, her posture rigid with barely suppressed rage. Aclima, on the other hand, seemed almost relaxed, leaning back in her chair with a smug smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Something wrong dear brother?" Michael ask, watching Lucifer carefully lower himself into his seat.

"I'm ... fine." Lucifer says as he sits down, groaning with pain.

"Ok ..." Michael nods. "The numbers please."

Lucifer complies immediately and snaps his fingers, giving Michael the extermination numbers without protest.

"You three are unusually co-operative this year." Michael remarks as he accepts the paper. "Don't tell me it's because Aclima is here?"

Eve scoffs in response, her voice dripping with disdain. "Hardly. You're just lucky we found another suitable outlet for our anger."

"Yes. Isn't that right dear?" Lilith says, eyeing Lucifer who was slightly hunched over.

"Very." Lucifer agrees, grunting softly as he shifted in his chair.

Michael lets out a sigh of disappointment. The fact that the trio are relatively calm was quite ... boring. They seemed pretty rambunctious when he played his newest sexcapde video for all of the Pride Ring to see before the extermination. They caused quite a slew of destruction across Pentagram City minus Lucifer who was strangely missing from the whole ordeal.

Even with Aclima here with him, they were being a bore.

But Aclima knew her mom and she didn't come to this meeting just to see her act like a borrowed cat. Pushing her mother's buttons were her specialty after all. Grabbing a rib off the plate, she starts loudly munching on it, her teeth gnashing the meat as she chewed. She was practically swallowing it whole as she made loud slurping and sucking sounds.

A clatter from across the table told her that she was succeeding in getting a reaction from her mother. She turned her head slowly, making direct eye contact with her mother as she continued to devour the food noisily. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and challenge.

Michael follows her lead and picks up a rib and begins eating in the exact same manner.

"Oh, these ribs are just heavenly! Who could make such deliciousness!?" Michael mockingly ask.

"Oh Michael, my Dad made these ribs and are just to die for, don't you agree?" Aclima says before biting into a fresh rib and licking the meat off of it, moaning in satisfaction.

Eve's hands balled into fists as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her eyes blazed with fury and she grit her teeth. She tried to ignore them, but it was no use. She wasn't well known for her patience after all.

THOSE RIBS SHOULD'VE BEEN FOR HER!

EVERYTHING OF ADAM SHOULD BELONG TO HER!

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Eve suddenly shouts, slamming her fist down hard on the table. "What the fuck do you people want!? What will it take for me to get my husband back!?"

"Absolutely nothing mom!" Aclima cheerfully says. "Because you'll never get him back!"

Michael smirks at the trio. Finally getting the reaction he wanted out of them.

"Why don't you guys give up already?" Michael suggests with a gleeful tone. "You couldn't even hold one of our own prisoner long enough to gain any sort of leverage."

Eve's expression darkened, her eyes narrowing in anger. She had finally lost her patience, no longer able to maintain her cool. She was seething with rage, her face flushed. If they weren't holographic projections, she would leap over the table and strangle them both and so much more.

"Maybe not hold one but we certainly could kill one." Lilith retorts, alluding to the fact that they did kill Harper.

The room went silent at Lilith's words, the tension thickening like an impending storm. Michael's smirk faded, replaced with a steely glare. Aclima's playful demeanor vanished, her eyes narrowing as she locked onto Lilith.

"You dare bring that up?" Aclima hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

Lilith's lips curled into a smile, relishing the reaction. "Just a reminder of what we're capable of." she said coolly. "You may think you have the upper hand, but we've proven time and again that we're not to be underestimated."

"And you three wonder why we keep Adam away from you." Michael replies. "Your methods are abhorrent."

"Abhorrent?" Eve repeats, her voice cracking with rage. "That's rich coming from you two! You're leading exterminations to wipe out my descendants!"

"Oh, you can't be serious mom!" Aclima retorts. "That is so unfair. The only reason the exterminations are even a thing is because of YOU and your inability to fucking move on from Dad!"

"YOUR DAD IS NOT FUCKING SINGLE!" Eve snaps back, stepping up to Aclima's hologram. "HE HAS A WIFE! ME!"

"NO, HE HAS ME!" Aclima retorts in anger. "I'm -"

"NO! I had enough of your bullshit Aclima!" Eve cuts her off. "I was the one that was made for your father! Adam left Eden for me! Adam stayed with me for half a century and we were fucking happy! He loves me and chose me to be his wife! Not you or any other daughter! ME!"

"Yeah and I'm the one who has him everyday of every year!" Aclima shoots back, not backing down from her mother. "You may have made him happy once but I'm the one keeping him happy!"

"I gave birth to you! I'm the whole reason you even exist in the first place! You have no right to claim Adam as yours when it's my blood and sweat that you're built from!" Eve screams.

"Fuck you!" Aclima shouts, crossing her arms. "You may have given birth to me but Dad was the one who raised me and taught me everything I know!"

"You unappreciative brat! " Eve retorts. "I taught you how to talk and walk when I could have fucking drown you in the lake instead!"

IF ONLY ADAM DIDN'T PAY SO CLOSE ATTENTION!

"You fucking bitch!"

"Cunt!"

"Whore!"

"Hideous!"

"You're a worthless, piece of shit mom! I fucking hate you!" Aclima screams.

"I wish I never gave birth to you!" Eve screams. "YOU'RE MY BIGGEST REGRET!"

Michael sighs and rubs his temples as he watched the mother and daughter pair get into a screaming match, their voices echoing off the walls. He glances at Lucifer and Lilith, who were surprisingly staying out of it.

"Can I assume from your lack of responses that you both have given up on Adam?" Michael ask, despite knowing the futility of doing so.

Lilith and Lucifer's eyes shift towards Michael and they shake their heads.

"Not a chance." Lilith replies. "We'll never give up."

"Michael, I lost something near and dear to me." Lucifer groans, holding his crotch. "I can't give up! So believe me when I say this."

"ADAM WILL BE OURS!"

"Wait a minute." Michael says as he eyes Lucifer's crotch before remembering that prayer notification he received recently.

"YOU GOT FUCKING CASTRATED!?" Michael asks, completely flabbergasted. "FOR FUCKING REAL!?"

"HE WHAT!?" Aclima ask, breaking her argument with Eve.

"LILITH AND EVE DID IT!" Lucifer screams.

Michael could no longer hold back his laughter, nearly doubling over as he tried to compose himself. "This is the best day ever!" Michael says with tears streaming down his eyes. "You got fucking castrated! This is better than anything I could've hoped for!"

"Shut up, you ass!" Lucifer shouts.

"What happened Lucifer!? Was your performance in bed that bad!?" Michael asks, still laughing. "Oh right, you got a skill issue!"

Michael and Aclima's laughter echoed throughout the room, his amusement clearly evident.

"That prayer was actually serious!? How does it feel to have lost your cock?" Michael ask, wiping the tears from his eyes. "HA! I can't wait to tell Sera and the others!"

"Shut the fuck up you pompous asshole!" Lucifer shouts, his face burning red with humiliation.

"The Devil lost his dick!" Aclima says, cackling. "I can't, I just - This is too rich! HAHAHA!"

"SHUT UP!" Lucifer screams.

"Oh, come on! You should've seen it coming! I mean, you have a terrible track record of not keeping it in your pants, and now you don't have a fucking penis in your pants!" Michael retorts. "This is just fucking perfect!"

"Fuck you!" Lucifer screams.

"Should I call you Lucy from now on!?" Michael asks, continuing his taunting. "I knew you wanted to be a woman for Adam but giving up your dick too!? Hahaha, you're too much!"

"Fuck off!" Lucifer shouts, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"You know, I can't help but wonder if they kept your dick or tossed it." Aclima adds, rubbing salt into the wound.

"Are you two quite finished?" Lilith ask with an annoyed sigh.

Michael and Aclima reluctantly stop their teasing and straighten up, trying their best to contain their giggles.

"Okay, okay. We're done here." Michael snorts, trying to keep a straight face. "For giving me the best news ever, I'll let you have the rest of the ribs."

"Michael!" Aclima whines.

"Hey, the ribs are a fair price to pay for this level of entertainment." Michael says.

"I suppose. I can always get more later." Aclima says with a sly smirk directed at Eve. "By the way mom, I'm leaving you a gift as well. You're going to love it!"

Michael snaps his fingers and the plate of ribs plus the tape from Aclima appears in front of the trio.

"Well, that was a nice meeting. We'll see you next year!" Aclima mockingly waves goodbye.

The room was silent as the two holograms dissipated. Leaving the trio alone with their prize. The smell of the ribs wafted

The room was silent as the two holograms dissipated. Leaving the trio alone with their prize. The smell of the ribs wafted through the air, tempting the trio.

Ribs cooked by Adam.

THEIR ADAM.

...

The three quickly dive for the food, Lucifer included, ignoring the lingering pain in his crotch. Eve grabbed the largest rib, a victorious grin spreading across her face as she gnawed at the tender meat. Lilith, with slightly more decorum, picked her ribs carefully, savoring each bite with a satisfied hum.

The first bite was a revelation. Tender strands of meat yielded effortlessly to the trio's hungry teeth, releasing a symphony of flavors. Adam's secret marinade, a blend of smoky paprika and a hint of tangy sweetness, infused every fiber. Each rib carried a perfect balance of charred edges and succulent meat, coated in a glaze that shimmered under the soft glow of the room's ambient lights.

As Eve savored her husband's cooking with a primal satisfaction, the flavors dancing on her palate. Lilith, always discerning, appreciated the nuanced layers, each bite a testament to Adam's culinary prowess. Even Lucifer, nursing his pride and a bruised ego, found solace in the ribs' comforting embrace, the pain momentarily forgotten in the pleasure of this unexpected delight.

The trio ate in contented silence, the only sounds the occasional soft moan of pleasure and the gentle clink of bones being set aside. Adam's cooking filling the void left by his absence, temporarily soothing the aching need within the three.

As they polished of the last of the ribs, a singular thought passed through their minds, a sense of renewed determination, an unspoken commitment.

THEY NEED ADAM!

-

After returning to their castle, Lucifer went to work on creating something that could play the tape that Aclima had given them. Eve was sure that it wouldn't be anything pleasant but her curiosity had won out. Amazingly, in less than half a day, he was able to make something that could read and play what was on the tape.

The three of them settled themselves on their couch along with KeeKee lazily resting on the armrest of the sofa. After inserting the tape and pressing play, their initial calm demeanor soon changed to one of anger.

On the screen, Eve watched as she saw her husband being violated by his daughter, her daughter, while they were in bed, moaning and screaming in ecstasy. It was the worst thing that Eve could've ever imagined. She knew that Aclima was sleeping with him but to actually witness it was beyond words.

"ADAM!" She calls out, as if her voice could reach the Adam in the screen.

She didn't want to believe what she was seeing but there was no denying it. There was Adam, his face twisted in pleasure as he thrust his hips into his own daughter. Aclima's arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as their bodies rocked together, the bed creaking underneath them.

"NO! STOP IT!" She screamed, shaking her head in denial.

It was impossible, this couldn't be happening. But the image before her told her otherwise. If closing her eyes was enough to erase the truth then she would never open them again. But the sound of their lovemaking was too hard to ignore.

"Say it, Dad!" Aclima cries out. "Say I'm better than Mom!"

NO ADAM!

DON'T SAY IT!

"You're better than her, my little explorer!" Adam shouts. "My better half!"

Eve felt like she was going to throw up. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be real. But the proof was right there in front of her. Her daughter was having sex with her husband, and her husband was enjoying it.

The worst part was that Eve couldn't tear her eyes away from Adam. The way his face contorted in pleasure the way she used to see him. His muscular body, glistening with sweat, and his hands on her daughter's voluptuous body. He was touching her, he was making love to her, he was giving himself to her.

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER!

ADAM ONLY BELONGS TO HER!

Eve wanted to scream, to rip out her daughter's hair and beat her to death, to do anything but just stand there and watch her husband and daughter having sex.

Turning towards Lucifer, she grabs him by the collar and pulls him close.

"This is all your fault!" Eve yells in anger, tears threatening to spill. "WHY DID YOU GIVE ME THAT FUCKING APPLE!?"

"Eve -" Lucifer tries to plead.

"If it wasn't for that fucking apple, we would've been together and none of this would've happened!" Eve shouts, shaking him.

"Eve, calm down." Lilith says, trying to soothe her friend.

"CALM DOWN!? HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN!?" Eve shouts before dropping Lucifer and pointing her finger at Lilith. "You're no better! You fucking tricked me into eating it!"

"I'm sorry Eve but it's not like you didn't want to eat it." Lilith tries to reason with her. "You were curious like the rest of us."

"You told me Adam ate it! You fucking liar!" Eve yells, slapping Lilith across the face.

Eve rage had hit its boiling point. She felt like a volcano that had erupted, spewing out molten fury. She couldn't contain her anger anymore. She wants to kill these two but they were her only hope of ever getting Adam back.

Without a second thought she dashes and jumps out the window, heading straight to wreck havoc on Pentagram City to relieve her stress. Lucifer and Lilith wisely decided to stay back and observe from the window as the screams of sinner soon filled the air and buildings started to collapse.

While all that was happening, the video continued to play and the only one watching was KeeKee. Her gaze never leaving the screen, paying close attention to the figure known as Aclima.

Watching her.

Observing her.

Studying her.

"Aclima." Roo says, her smile growing wide.

Notes:

Truth be told, castrating Lucifer was something I never thought I would write when I first started this fic.

You guys still think this is a family friendly fic right?

Chapter 71: The Road to Hell

Summary:

Tension in Hell trio?

Notes:

Today is a good day.

Want to know why? Than read the latest chapter of FMD by MalaMari, chapter 67! There is a character you all may be very familiar with.

https://archiveofourown.to/works/53492344/chapters/145096897#workskin

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Several hours had passed before Eve returned back to the castle after her destructive rampage throughout Pentagram City. Coming through the door, she was covered in blood and some organs of a few unfortunate sinners.

"Eve." Lilith calls out as she entered but Eve only pushes past her and walks straight to the bathroom without a word.

"Eve!" Lilith shouts again but was ignored as Eve went in and closed the door behind her.

"Let her wash off all that grime." Lucifer says from the dining chair with a bag of ice pressed to his crotch.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand which is the fact that you and her FUCKING CASTRATED ME!"

"You only have yourself to blame!" Lilith says with her arms crossed. "You tried tricking Eve and I with that Adam form! Admit it, you wanted to sleep with her!"

"I wouldn't have let it come to that!" Lucifer says. "I only wanted to avoid her getting hit by her, same as you! Using Adam's form seemed like a great idea at the time."

"Well, we got our payback and you're lucky we didn't do more." Lilith says with her arms crossed.

"Don't you think this is a little overboard!?" Lucifer yells as he points to his crotch.

Lilith quickly steps up to Lucifer and grabs his face, tilting his head up to face her. "Think about it Lucifer Morningstar. If your idiotic plan of using Adam's form had caught Eve's attention, what do you think would have happened?"

Lucifer ponders the question for a moment. If Eve had discovered him while he was pretending to be Adam and hadn't noticed or questioned it, she would most likely jump him, fully intent on making love like she described it to them many times before.

Would he stop her?

Truth be told, he probably won't.

For the longest time, he had dreamt of holding Eve, to feel her bare skin against his and her warmth surrounding his shaft as they made love. He has no doubt that she would go all out, especially since he would be in Adam's form.

And she was, after all, the closest thing he could get to having Adam again.

He never made any moves on her out of respect for her BUT if she came at him ... well, who was he to deny her. Yes, true, he MIGHT be tricking her using Adam's form but that's beside the point.

"You would have taken her right there, wouldn't you?" Lilith says and Lucifer looked away, not saying a word. "See? We know you Lucifer, and you know that you wouldn't stop her either."

"So what!?" Lucifer says defensively. "She would have liked it!"

"No she won't!" Lilith argues. "Eve has only had one partner her entire life and that was Adam, not to mention that she loves him more than anything in existence!"

Lilith than pulls Lucifer close to her face and drops her voice to a whisper. "And if you ruin this, we won't get Adam."

Lucifer's eyes widened at Lilith's words. The promise of Adam's return was the only reason he hadn't retaliated against Lilith and Eve's brutal revenge.

Lucifer pushes back on Lilith and stares at her with a serious look. "You can't judge me! You were the one that jumped me when you thought I was Adam! You would have done it with "Adam" if Eve never discovered you!"

Lilith stared back, unflinching and her face blank of expression. "I got carried away." She answers, her voice calm.

"That's what I thought." Lucifer says with a scoff. "You're no better than me! In fact, you're worse! YOU FUCKING CASTRATED ME!"

Lilith suddenly grabs Lucifer by the shoulders and shakes him violently. "Castrating you was the only way to ensure we remain on Eve's good side. Why can't you get that through your thick skull!? She is our only chance of getting together with Adam and if we lose her, we lose everything!"

AND SHE'LL BE DAMNED IF SHE'LL LET LUCIFER FUCK IT UP FOR HER!

SHE WANTS ADAM!

SHE NEEDS ADAM!

After a few moments of silence, Lucifer reluctantly nods in agreement as Lilith was right. No matter how charming he was, Eve was probably the only one that can anchor Adam to hell. At least, without force.

BUT IF FORCE WAS NEEDED, HE WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO DO SO!

HE WANTS ADAM!

HE NEEDS ADAM!

As the two bickered, Eve soon emerged from the bathroom, wearing a black satin robe. She had finished cleaning herself from the blood and gore she accumulated over her time out in Pentagram City.

Eve's hair was still slightly wet and a bit messy, hanging loose.

"You both suck." Eve says, grabbing the two's attention. "You both screwed me over."

"Eve -" Lucifer says but Eve raises her hand, stopping him.

"Save it. I've put off this conversation for far too long." Eve says, shaking her head. "You both screwed me over and that's a fact. If you hadn't given me that fucking apple, I would be in Heaven right now, getting dicked down by Adam."

NOT FUCKING ACLIMA!

"Yes, but -" Lilith tries to interject but Eve stops her.

"NO BUTS! You guys both fucked me over!" Eve shouts. "You screwed me out of a perfect life with Adam!"

"It was a gift! To free you!" Lucifer exclaims, trying to defend his actions.

"Gift my ass!" Eve says as she flips him the bird. "Free me!? All I ever wanted was a life with Adam and you took it from me. I rather be tied to him than live like this!"

"I LOST MY HAPPINESS BECAUSE OF YOU TWO!" Eve shouts in their face.

"Well its your fault too!" Lucifer yells.

"Don't you fucking dare Lucifer. Don't you fucking dare blame this on me!" Eve warns, pointing a finger at him.

"Need I remind you that it was your choice to eat the apple." Lucifer reminds Eve. "We never forced you."

"You lied to me!" Eve shouts, her frustration palpable. "You fucking told me that Adam

"If you had gotten Adam to eat the apple as well, he would be here in hell with us!" Lucifer says, raising his hands up.

"You don't think I fucking tried!? You fucking saw it! I literally shoved it into his mouth!" Eve says. "He just had to fucking choke on it."

"Maybe if you didn't try shoving it in his mouth, he would have eaten it." Lilith adds in and Eve turned her head to glare at her.

"He refused, you bitch!." Eve says, flipping her off. "Why do you think I tried forcing him to eat it!? Why do you think I spent my whole life trying to get him to ignore the angels, to fear them, to HATE them. I knew my destination was hell and if I'm going, so is he."

"That worked out well." Lilith scoffs sarcastically.

"Why do you even care!?" Eve says accusingly. "Don't forget, you gave up on him first! You said, and I quote, "Adam, it's not like that, I love you but more like a brother."

"What did you want me to do!?" Lilith defends. "He loved me, I couldn't reciprocate his feelings. At least, not in the way he wanted."

"Then why do you want him now!?" Eve shouts, her voice echoing through the tense silence of the room.

"His greatness truly shines when he was doing things independently like with his inventions or his adventures! But he was always being such a lapdog to the angels! " Lilith says, raising her arms up. "Besides, times have changed and I ... miss him. I love him just as much as you!"

As the words left her mouth, Lilith mind started to replay a fond memory for her.

-

Lilith couldn't fathom how Adam was never bored in Eden. Everyday, he always seemed to be able to find something new to discover and was always so eager to tell her about it.

But she didn't care for it.

Like the birds! They've already named them as birds but Adam just had to go above and beyond and name each individual species as well. Ducks, Parrots, Macaws, Robins—Adam found wonder in every creature of Eden, delighting in their diversity. Lilith, however, remained indifferent, her thoughts consumed by the persistent feeling of being disconnected from Adam's boundless enthusiasm for their surroundings.

So what if they were differently colored or if some had webbed feet? They were still birds!

Why doesn't he ask the bigger questions? Like what laid beyond the Garden? Or what their purpose was in this paradise? Lilith pondered these questions often, but Adam seemed content to revel in the beauty and simplicity of their immediate surroundings. It frustrated her, this lack of curiosity about their existence and what lay beyond the boundaries of Eden.

She found solace in her conversations with Lucifer, who, unlike Adam, challenged her with profound inquiries about the nature of their existence and the purpose of their creation. He entertained her with tales of wonder and what laid beyond. Promises of an outside world waiting to be explored, where she could be her own woman and live free without a care.

It was an enchanting dream.

To be Queen!

While Adam may choose to stay and study every bug and come up with a name for it, Lilith knew there was something else out there. She could feel it in her soul.

Lilith didn't want to be happy here. She wanted to be great, and she could be with Lucifer.

"Are you okay Lilith?" Adam ask, interrupting her train of thought.

Lilith snaps her gaze to him. She had just returned from having another riveting conversation with Lucifer about the stars and the galaxy above before he had to be called back to Heaven.

She glanced at Adam, her mind still lingering on the intriguing discussions she had with Lucifer. She took a moment to compose herself, masking her inner turmoil with a faint smile. "Yes, Adam." she replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of distraction. "Just lost in thought, that's all."

Adam tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing with concern. "You seem distant lately." he observed, stepping closer to her. "Is there something bothering you? You know you can talk to me."

Lilith hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. Adam was earnest and caring, but his worldview often felt limited to the immediate wonders of Eden.

Adam didn't understand why Lilith wasn't experiencing what he experienced. He wondered if perhaps she needed more time to adjust to Eden's beauty, or if there was something else troubling her that he couldn't quite grasp. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering near hers, a gesture of comfort and concern.

And Adam suddenly gets an idea.

Grabbing her hand, he starts pulling her in the direction of the mountains much to Lilith's dismay.

Once again, he was trying to control her, trying to show her things she did not want to see. She tore her hand away from his, her eyes flashing with frustration.

"Adam, what are you doing?" Lilith's voice rose with exasperation. "I don't want to go to the mountains. We've been there numerous times already! There is nothing more to see!"

Adam looked hurt, his expression wounded by her rejection. "But Lilith." he began softly, "There is something I want to show you. Please."

After a few minutes, Lilith lets out a sigh of resignation. She knew Adam wouldn't relent until she at least heard him out. With a heavy heart, she nodded, signaling her reluctant agreement to accompany him.

As they ascended, Adam eagerly pointed out familiar landmarks, his enthusiasm undiminished by Lilith's muted response. "Look, Lilith! The way the sunlight dances on the peaks—it's different today, don't you think?" he exclaimed, hoping to spark her interest.

Lilith nodded absently, her thoughts drifting back to Lucifer's stories of distant lands beyond the Garden, where the boundaries of Eden didn't confine their existence. She couldn't shake the longing to explore those unknown realms, to seek answers beyond the lush familiarity of their current home.

Reaching a clearing at the summit, Adam turned to her, his eyes earnest. "I'm sorry Lilith."

Lilith was taken aback by the sudden apology. "For what?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"I don't know why you're not happy." Adam says with a hint of regret. "I'm sure it has something to do with me since you've been so distant lately. You're my wife and I want to make you happy."

"Please let me make you happy."

Lilith could sense that her husband was truly earnest and that his intentions were pure. Still, her mind lingered on her desire for independence, and the feeling that she was meant for something greater than her role as Adam's wife.

Adam turns around to check for something before looking back at Lilith with a smile. Stepping aside, he reveals what he wanted to show her. The sun setting with its rays bathed in orange and red, casting a warm glow over the landscape below. The sky above them was a canvas of purples and pinks, fading into a deep blue where the first stars began to appear.

"Lilith." Adam whispers, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the scene before them, "Look at the sky. Have you ever seen anything so breathtaking?"

Lilith couldn't deny the splendor of the sunset, yet her heart remained conflicted. She glanced at Adam, seeing his genuine admiration for the world around them. His love for Eden was palpable, but it wasn't hers. Her thoughts drifted again to Lucifer's words, the allure of the unknown, and the promise of freedom beyond the Garden's borders.

Adam took her hand gently, his touch warm and reassuring. "I don't know what it is that you're feeling, Lilith," he said quietly, "but I want to understand. Please tell me what you're feeling."

Lilith hesitated, torn between her longing for exploration and her love for Adam. She looked into his eyes, seeing the earnestness and love he held for her. "Adam." she began slowly. She wants to tell him that she felt confined, that she wanted to leave.

That she didn't love him the way he loved her.

But those words died in her throat as she stared into his golden eyes. She shouldn't hurt him anymore than she already has. She needs to accept the reality that Adam will forever love the and quite possibly, never leave it.

"I love you Adam." She says with a smile and a touch of sadness that went unnoticed by Adam.

Like a brother.

Wanting to avoid talking about the subject, Lilith leans in and embraces Adam, seeking solace in his warmth and the familiarity of his embrace. Adam holds her gently, his arms wrapping around her with a comforting strength. For a moment, the tension between them eases, and Lilith allows herself to be enveloped in the affection he offers.

As they stand there, the sky above them deepens into twilight, stars beginning to sprinkle across the heavens like diamonds scattered on velvet. Adam whispers softly, "I wish I could make you as happy as Eden makes me."

Lilith's heart aches with conflicting emotions. She knows Adam means well, that his love is genuine, but her yearning for more persists like an unquenchable thirst.

A thirst that only Lucifer could satisfy.

Maybe ... just maybe, she could convince Adam to join them.

But not now. Not today.

Today, she'll enjoy this moment.

-

Everything afterwards seemed to move so fast, from having sex with Lucifer, breaking the news to Adam, the creation of Eve and to eating the apple.

Yes, once upon a time, Lilith had perceived his excitable and need to point out every new discovery attitude as controlling yet it turned out to be the best thing about Adam. He was the kindest and gentlest man Lilith had ever known and she took it for granted. The nights they laid cuddled together back in Eden were some of her fondest memories. How his arms wrapped around her assured her that everything was going to be alright and the feeling of his heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

"Then you should have stayed and worked it out with him!" Eve shouts, jabbing a finger at Lilith. "I loved Adam since the first time we met and I never stopped loving him."

"Because I was young and foolish! Day in and day out, he was always being coddled by Sera." Lilith retorts.

"Bullshit! From what Adam told me, Lucifer paid a great deal of attention to you! You forced him to seek out Sera!" Eve retorts angrily. "I'm the one that loves him the most! I stayed by his side! He was supposed to be mine and only mine!"

"Oh come on! You don't own him!" Lilith says.

"The hell I don't! I loved him first and I have loved him the longest like a TRUE lover! You guys had your chance with him! You got to see him, spend time with him and you chose to throw it away!" Eve says, frustrated. "Everything was perfect for me! I had Adam, I had Eden and you two had to fuck it up for me!"

There was so much Lucifer wanted to say. How he wanted all of them to eat the apple so that they would be banished together. How he never meant for it to be this way. How it was suppose to the four of them, together.

It seemed like a great idea at the time, how could his fool-proof plan fail?

But his pride was his greatest sin and his pride was telling him not to say anything.

"And now we're here." Eve says with a sigh. "Adam is in Heaven and I'm here, stuck with you two. The two people who ruined mine and Adam's life."

"You can't blame all this on us." Lucifer says, shaking his head.

"Yes, I can. It's your fault." Eve says.

"No its not!" Lucifer retorts. "Sera and the other angels are to blame, not us."

"Sera?" Eve says with a raised eyebrow. "No Lucifer, I'm blaming you. My life was great till you and Lilith gave me that fucking fruit! Sera actually liked me back in the Garden!"

"And now she is the one keeping you away from Adam." Lilith chimes in.

"Yeah and I have you two to blame." Eve says.

"Look, the bottom line is, we are here now." Lucifer says, getting the attention of the two ladies. "Eve, blaming us won't change that. Neither will castration."

"Made me feel better." Eve says. Lilith nodding her head in agreement.

"Let's focus on what matters. Getting Adam back." Lucifer says, his voice soft. "Agreed?"

...

"You better fucking fix this mess. I WANT MY ADAM!" Eve says angrily, jabbing a finger into Lucifer's chest.

"Me too." Lucifer says with a nod.

"Me three." Lilith agrees.

"Good, because this is not over yet." Eve says. "Not until I'm in Adam's arms."

"We know." Lucifer and Lilith says in unison.

"Another thing! Don't think I forgot that you tried to be Adam." Eve says in disgust before pointing her finger at Lilith. "And you! You tried to sleep with 'Adam'. So I want us to make a deal!"

"A deal?" Lucifer and Lilith asks, confused.

"Yes a deal. We're getting Adam back no matter what, and he will be with me." Eve says firmly. "However, I don't trust you. Either of you. But I still need you two if I want to have any hope of getting my Adam back and I know you need me too. So my terms are that once Adam is in hell, the first person he be with is me and me alone! The first pussy he'll touch is mine! Neither of you are touching him or me until we consummate our union!"

"So the same as before?" Lilith ask.

"No, that was a verbal agreement, this time, I want it binding." Eve says firmly while extending both of her arms out to them. "Do we have a deal?"

Lucifer and Lilith exchanged glances before turning back to her. They then extended their hands out, ready to seal the deal.

"Deal."

Once their hands clasped together, a pool of green energy formed underneath them and swirled around the trio before disappearing.

A sign that the contract was sealed.

Notes:

Thanks to SaiyaSage, your comment help me realize I should flash out the Hell trio more.

Chapter 72: Meet the Spartans!

Summary:

Adventure Time!

Notes:

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Chapter Text

480 B.C

The morning had been a welcomed start for Aclima. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds. Aclima stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin that filtered through her windows, and took a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the moment. Lute had volunteered to take over her duties and train the exorcists for the day.

"Dad?" Aclima calls out as she searched the mansion for her father. Before Lute left, she said that her father had a surprise for her.

"Over here Aclima!" Adam calls out from one of rooms, the excitement in his voice was evident.

And why was he so excited?

Simple.

Today was Aclima's birthday.

Aclima's heart raced with anticipation as she followed her father's voice. She reached the room where her father's voice had come from and paused for a moment, wondering what surprise awaited her this year. Her mind raced with many possibilities but she'll be lying if she said that sex wasn't the first thing that came to mind.

"Come in, sweetheart!" Adam's voice was warm and inviting.

Aclima pushed the door open and stepped inside eagerly. However, instead of her foot finding flat ground, she steps, or rather, falls into a portal. The room disappeared around her, and she felt herself falling through a swirling vortex of colors and light. Her heart pounded as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

In an instant, Aclima found herself standing on solid ground again. The vibrant colors faded, and she blinked several times to adjust her vision. She was no longer in her home; instead, she stood in the middle of an unfamiliar landscape.

Aclima turned around, disoriented but curious. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. She was standing near the edge of a bustling city. Men and women in simple yet sturdy garments moved with purpose, and she could see soldiers training in a nearby courtyard. The architecture was simple but elegant, with buildings made of stone and wood.

Before she could gather her thoughts, she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, she saw Adam, who had just emerged from the same portal.

"Surprise!" he exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Happy Birthday!"

Aclima stares at him for a few moments before a wide grin overcame her expression. "Adventure!?"

Adam laughed heartily, his joy infectious. "Adventure!" he confirmed, his eyes gleaming. "Welcome to Sparta!"

The excitement in Aclima was palpable as she quickly shot up to her feet and started jumping for joy. Her joy didn't last as she soon stopped at gave her father a deadpan look.

"You did get grandma's permission right?" Aclima ask, somewhat weary.

Adam chuckles and nods, understanding her concern.

"Of course I did! She was a little resistant at first but after placating her with some food and telling her that its your birthday, she was way more accepting." Adam reassured her with a smile. "For your birthday, today is father-daughter adventure day!"

"Yes!" Aclima says, happy that she got her father all to herself and they get to have an adventure like old times. Grabbing his hand, she tries to bound off in the direction of the city but Adam stops her in place.

"Wings and halo missy!" Adam reminds her.

"Right, right. Can't have the locals getting too curious." she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes. With a flash of light, her wings became hidden and she gingerly removes the halo off her head and tucks it away.

Adam smiled warmly at her, his pride evident in the way he looked at his daughter. "That's my girl." he said fondly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before they ventured into the bustling city.

As they walked through the streets of Sparta, Aclima marveled at the sights and sounds around her. Merchants called out their wares, children played in the dusty streets, and artisans worked diligently in their workshops. The city was alive with energy and purpose.

"Oh, over there! There is something I want to show you." Adam says excitedly as he pulled her towards a nearby statue, almost unable to contain his laughter.

As they approached the statue, Aclima too had to bite her tongue to contain her own laughter. They stood in front of the statue of the Greek Goddess Athena, but the face of the Goddess was none other than Malenia.

Aclima couldn't help but burst into laughter, covering her mouth to muffle the sound. "What!? How!? When!?" She ask as she laughs.

"Well, you know Michael, give him enough to drink and he turns into Malenia but that won't stop them from doing their job." Adam muses. "So the few times he visited Earth, they started worshipping Malenia as the goddess Athena."

Aclima shook her head, still amused. "I can't believe it. That drunkard is a Goddess!"

"You can say that again." Adam said with a grin. "Come on, there's more to see!"

They continued their stroll through the city, Adam pointing out various landmarks and introducing Aclima to the local customs. They sampled street food, admired the craftsmanship of local artisans, and even watched a group of young boys spar in a makeshift training ring.

As the day wore on, Aclima felt a deep sense of contentment. It wasn't just the adventure itself but the fact that she was spending this time with her father, away from their usual responsibilities. She cherished these moments, knowing that they were creating memories that would last forever.

"Let's go over there Dad!" Aclima points.

In the center of the square stood an impressive structure—a training ground where young warriors sparred under the watchful eyes of seasoned instructors. The clang of swords and the shouts of determination filled the air as Aclima watched with a smirk.

She and her sisters could kick their asses.

Adam and Aclima found themselves drawn into the intensity of the training ground. Warriors of all ages, clad in leather armor and wielding swords and shields, engaged in fierce but controlled combat. Aclima leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with fascination as she watched the swift movements and skilled techniques on display.

As Aclima watched the young warriors train, a competitive gleam lit up her eyes. She leaned over to Adam with a mischievous grin. "Think they'd let me join in?"

Adam chuckled, knowing full well his daughter's prowess. "Only if you promise not to embarrass them too badly." he teased, giving her a playful nudge.

Aclima shot him a mock offended look before her grin widened. "I'll try."

With that, she bounded to her feet and approached one of the instructors overseeing the training. After a brief exchange, during which Adam observed with amusement, Aclima found herself handed a wooden training sword and facing off against a young Spartan warrior. Despite his confidence, the young man quickly realized he had underestimated Aclima's skill.

Their sparring match was fierce yet respectful, drawing the attention of both onlookers and other trainees. Aclima moved with grace and precision, her movements fluid and calculated. With each clash of their swords, she demonstrated her agility and speed, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Adam watched proudly as his daughter held her own against the young Spartan, her determination evident in every strike. The spectators cheered and applauded, impressed by Aclima's skill and prowess. Eventually, with a final decisive move, she disarmed her opponent, who conceded defeat with a good-natured grin.

"That was an excellent display." A voice boomed, catching the attention of Adam and Aclima. They watched as a man dressed rather lavishly approached Aclima. "You've shown incredible skill and grit, but I wonder fair maiden, how would you fare against my best?"

"Who are you?" Aclima ask, slightly offending the stranger.

"You don't know me!? I'm Leonidas! The King of Sparta!" Leonidas declared with a proud grin. "And I believe my best warrior would make for an exciting challenge for a girl of your skill."

Aclima's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed with intrigue. She exchanged a glance with her father, who gave her an encouraging nod.

"Apologies for my rudeness, it would be an honor, Your Majesty." Aclima replied, her competitive spirit rekindled. "I'd be delighted to face your best warrior."

BRING IT ON!

Leonidas clapped his hands, signaling to a nearby soldier. The man hurried off and soon returned with a tall, muscular warrior who carried himself with an air of confidence. The crowd murmured in anticipation as the warrior stepped forward.

"This is Dienekes, my best!" Leonidas introduced. "Let's see how he fares against this remarkable young lady."

Aclima and Dienekes faced each other in the training ring, their expressions focused and respectful. The crowd fell silent, eager to witness the match. With a nod from both fighters, the duel began.

The initial clash was electrifying. Dienekes, seasoned and powerful, advanced with precise strikes and solid defenses. Aclima, agile and quick-witted, deftly dodged and countered each move, her wooden sword a blur in her skilled hands. The intensity of their duel drew the attention of everyone in the training ground, including Adam and Leonidas, who watched with keen interest.

Dienekes attempted to overpower Aclima with sheer force, his strikes powerful and relentless. But Aclima's nimbleness and strategic thinking allowed her to anticipate his moves, weaving through his attacks with an almost dance-like elegance.

His strength was child's play when compared to her mother's overwhelming strength. Aclima could feel the eyes of the Spartan soldiers and the citizens upon her, their respect growing with every passing moment.

The crowd began to cheer, captivated by the spirited contest. Dienekes smirked, clearly impressed by Aclima’s skills, and adjusted his strategy, seeking to exploit any potential weaknesses. He lunged forward with a series of rapid attacks, but Aclima parried and sidestepped with ease, her confidence unwavering.

Seeing an opening, Aclima took the offensive. She moved in close, surprising Dienekes with her agility. Her strikes were precise, targeting his defenses and forcing him to retreat. Dienekes, though a formidable warrior, found himself on the back foot, struggling to keep up with her relentless assault.

Aclima could sense his growing frustration and pressed her advantage. She delivered a swift kick to his midsection, sending him stumbling back, and followed it up with a sweeping strike that knocked his legs out from under him. He landed hard on his back but managed to roll away before she could deal the finishing blow.

The crowd cheered, their excitement palpable. Leonidas watched, a broad grin on his face, and clapped enthusiastically. "Incredible! Truly a sight to behold!" he exclaimed.

Dienekes regained his footing and raised his weapon, determination etched on his face. With renewed resolve, he lunged forward, aiming for Aclima's legs. She evaded his attack with a graceful spin and countered with a strike to his shoulder, causing him to falter.

Dienekes recovered and countered with a series of fast strikes. Aclima parried and blocked each one, but his relentless attacks were beginning to wear her down. She took a few steps back, assessing the situation.

Seeing his opportunity, Dienekes launched into an all-out assault. His movements were fluid and precise, his technique masterful. But it was nothing in the face of Aclima's centuries of training and experience against sinners.

Aclima weaved through his attacks, her wooden sword a blur in her skilled hands. Dienekes pushed himself harder, but she met his every move with a counter, his frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, Aclima saw an opening and seized it. She landed a decisive blow to Dienekes' side, stunning him. In an instant, she was behind him, her wooden sword at his neck.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then the crowd erupted into applause and cheers, celebrating Aclima's victory. Dienekes, breathing heavily, raised his hands in surrender and offered her a respectful nod.

"Well fought, maiden." he said, clearly impressed. "You have the spirit of a true warrior."

Aclima lowered her sword and extended her hand, helping Dienekes to his feet. "Thank you." she replied warmly. "You were a worthy opponent."

NOT!

Leonidas stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "Remarkable!" he declared. "You've proven yourself to be a warrior of great skill and courage. Sparta could learn much from you."

Adam beamed with pride, his eyes shining as he watched his daughter receive the praise she so deserved. "That's my girl," he murmured to himself, his heart swelling with joy.

"For your show of strength and bravery, I'll allow you the honor of marrying my son!" Leonidas announced, the crowd gasping in surprise.

Aclima's expression immediately darkened. She shot the king a murderous glare, silently promising him a slow and painful death. "Excuse me?" she asked, her tone icy.

"Surely a woman such as yourself seeks a strong husband? My son is a strong and virile young man!" Leonidas reasoned. "You will make a great wife and birth many powerful sons!"

OH HELL NO!

Aclima took a threatening step forward, her body trembling with rage before Adam quickly came forward and stepped between the two.

"I'm sorry but that will not be happening, Your Majesty." Adam stated firmly. "My daughter has no desire to marry your son."

"Why not!?" Leonidas ask, slightly offended. "You dare defy me!? I am the King! My word is law!"

"You will not touch my daughter!" Adam roared, his own anger flaring. The crowd gasped in shock and awe, stunned by the defiance.

"Who are you to defy me!?" Leonidas unsheathes his sword and points it at Adam, his expression enraged.

Several spartan guards rushed to the scene and surrounded Leonidas, ready to protect their king. But Adam did not waver, his gaze locked with Leonidas' as he stood protectively in front of Aclima. Adam doesn't want to hurt them but he will not hesitate if the need arises.

They needed to leave.

It was getting dark anyway.

"Consider it an honor for one of your status. Your daughter will make a fine wife for my son!" Leonidas says as he lowers his sword. He steps forward and forcefully grabs Aclima's wrist, earning the ire of the First Man. Adam's fatherly instinct to protect his girl kicked in and he unleashed a left hook right to the king's face.

The guards gasped as their king hit the floor. The impact had sent him flying several feet, blood spurting from his mouth. Grabbing Aclima's hand, the pair made their way through the panicking crowd, ignoring the cries of protest from the king. They quickly ran through the streets of Sparta with several guards hot on their heels.

"Dad! Why don't we just portal out of here!?" Aclima asks.

"And risk being seen!? Forget it, I rather not end up as some God or Goddess statue like Malenia!" Adam replies.

"Hey! She's a pretty good goddess!" Aclima exclaims, offering a small chuckle.

"Just focus on running!" Adam urges her as they continued to run.

"Come on Dad, we can take them on! They're nothing compared to Lute and the rest!" Aclima said excitedly. "Besides, I want to see the look on his face when we beat him!"

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Adam ask, looking back at his daughter's smiling face. "But no, we're not doing that. We're leaving and not killing anyone."

The last thing Adam wanted was to stain his daughter's hands with blood. Sure, she was an exorcist like the rest of his daughters but they rarely saw combat, if any. As far as he knows, the only threats are Lucifer and his former wives.

"Boo!" Aclima complains, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Adam spots a bronze shield nearby and picks it up as they ran. Turning around, he hurls the shield at the incoming soldiers, causing them to fall. "Quick, into that alley!" Adam yells as he picks up another shield.

The two make their way down the narrow alley and at the end was a locked door. "Dad, the door!" Aclima states the obvious.

"Get it open! I'll hold them off!" Adam yells as he turns to face the oncoming soldiers. Due to the narrowness of the alley and the soldiers' equipment, the 30 pursuers had to enter in small groups, giving Adam the advantage. Using the large shield and the narrow alley, he holds his ground as two of the guards charge at him.

Adam swiftly digs his heels into the ground of the alley, gripping the shield tightly as the first two guards rushed toward him. He hold his position against their advance, stopping them. The shield proves a formidable barrier, deflecting their swords and allowing Adam to counter with a powerful shove.

-

Arriving at the scene of the chaos was Leonidas. Watching 30 of his best men try to rush into the alley only to be met with Adam's determined defense surprised the Spartan soldiers. Despite being outnumbered, he held his ground with calculated precision. His years of combat experience and quick reflexes allowed him to anticipate their moves and deflect their attacks with the shield. As the soldiers attempted to overwhelm him, Adam used the narrow confines of the alley to his advantage, forcing them to approach one or two at a time.

"What are you fools doing!?" Leonidas yelled. "Take him down!"

The king's voice startled the guards, who seemed to regain their composure and renewed their efforts. But Adam was undeterred. He stood firm, using the shield to block their advances and countering with strikes from his own weapon.

-

As Adam fought off the soldiers, Aclima struggled to open the locked door. She cursed herself for not learning how to pick locks.

"Damn it, Dad's going to kill me for this!" She mumbled. She was about to give up and go help him when she spotted a large rock nearby. With a grin, she picks up the rock and smashes it through the wooden door, breaking the lock.

"AHA!" she cheers as she opens the door. Looking back, she sees her father still fending off the soldiers. "Come on Dad!" She calls.

Adam, seeing his opening, shoves a soldier back into his fellow men before tossing the shield towards them. The metal shield collides with the soldiers and knocks them all over like bowling pins, allowing him to quickly make his escape.

The two rush out of the alley and continue their journey, with the sound of the king's angry cries fading in the distance. Once they were a good distance away, the two slowed their pace. After giving the area a once over, Adam creates a portal and the two jump through, ending up back in the safety of Heaven.

"Wooooo! That was awesome!" Aclima exclaims. "Can we do it again sometime!?"

"Adventures? Hell yeah!." Adam says with a chuckle. "But punching kings? ... Only on your birthday."

"Yes!" Aclima cheers before hugging her father tightly. "Thank you for everything, Dad."

"Of course, sweetheart." Adam whispers, hugging his daughter back. "I love you so much, Aclima."

"Best birthday ever! You're the best dad!" Aclima laughs as they both embrace.

-

"Where are they!?" Leonidas shouts as he clutches a cloth to his nose. "Find them!"

"But sire, they are gone! We've scoured the area and the surroundings." One soldier states.

"Damn it!" Leonidas screams. He finally found a perfect woman for his son to marry and her father had to be a pain in the ass. He was only one man but he held off 30 of his best guards.

But how was that possible?

Stepping into the alley where they had them cornered earlier, Leonidas inspects the area. He noticed that the shield that the mysterious man used was a Spartan soldier's standard issue. "This is odd." he mumbles to himself.

"Your Majesty, there's an important matter that needs your attention." A frantic soldier spoke up.

"What is it now!?" Leonidas growls.

"We have received news that the Persian armies have invaded and are approaching our borders." the soldier explains. "Our scouts estimate the Persians at 300,000 strong."

Leonidas cursed under his breath, his mind racing with the implications of the Persian invasion. The news overshadowed his personal frustrations, forcing him to prioritize the defense of Sparta. He turned sharply to address his soldiers.

But how?

Their numbers were small compared to the massive Persian force. Sparta's strength lay in its warriors' skill and discipline, qualities that had made them legendary in battle but even they couldn't hope to succeed against such a foe.

But Leonidas remembers how one man held of 30 of his best with the same equipment that his own men were using. The more he pondered, the more he realized that the man who had thwarted his guards might hold the key to Sparta's survival against the Persians.

The narrow alley rendered the number advantage irrelevant. Leonidas realized that brute strength and numbers were not always the answer to victory; sometimes, it was strategy, skill, and the environment that made the difference.

With this proof of concept, Leonidas began thinking of a suitable location where he could employ such a strategy against the oncoming Persians and the answer he was looking for soon came.

"Thermopylae."

Notes:

And that is how the battle of Thermopylae started!

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

Chapter 73: Uriel's Lament

Summary:

Best Bro Uriel

Notes:

Thank you all for continuing to read and support my story!

Hope you all enjoy this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this one.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

48 B.C

"I want to go to Earth." Lilith announces as she entered the living room where Lucifer and Eve were mulling about. The two turned to look at her with surprise, their expressions reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern.

Lucifer, reclining in his sofa, raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden interest in Earth?" he asked, his voice smooth and calculated.

Eve, on the other hand, appeared more intrigued than alarmed. "Yeah, not like there is anything there." she inquired gently, her eyes searching Lilith's face for any hint of the deeper reasons behind her decision.

BETTER NOT BE THAT ADAM IS ON EARTH AND SHE IS TRYING TO GET TO HIM FIRST!

But her mind soon calmed down when she remembered they made that deal so she couldn't do anything to Adam even if she tried.

"I heard from the sinners that have recently passed about this "Library of Alexandria" that supposedly housed all of the knowledge of the world in." Lilith explained, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Perhaps the knowledge to bring Adam to us would be found in this great library."

"You're joking right? Going to Earth for a library? That's a new one, Lilith." Lucifer leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "What knowledge could they possibly have that we don't!? Hell, some of the sinners out there are probably the ones that wrote down that information!"

Lilith narrows her eyes at Lucifer, her patience tested by his dismissive tone. "Knowledge is power, Lucifer. And if there's a chance we can find something that could help, why not? Besides, I would like a change of scenery every now and again."

"Lucifer is right though, there is nothing on Earth that compares to what we have here." Eve interjected softly, her gaze shifting between Lilith and Lucifer.

"I would have thought that you of all people would jump at a chance to possibly find Adam again." Lilith remarks. "He might be on Earth after all."

"After everything that has happened in the past, I'm doubtful that that bitch Sera would ever let him leave now." Eve says in a low, defeated tone.

"Wow, never knew you were so defeatist." Lilith replied with a slight roll of her eyes.

"It's called being realistic, Lilith." Lucifer snapped, standing up. He crossed the room to the window and stared outside towards Heaven, his face thoughtful. "Poor Adam must be all depressed up there. Kept away from us, gaslighted into thinking he is happy."

"Well, sitting around here isn't helping our cause. I'm going to Earth." Lilith says in a demanding tone.

"Fine, enjoy yourself. Remember to use this orb when you want to come back." Lucifer said with a resigned sigh, turning back from the window to face Lilith and hand her an orb that can be used to make a portal to hell. "Just don't do anything to outrageous. Heaven is already being an ass enough as it is."

"No promises, but thank you honey." Lilith says with a smile.

As much as he hated the fact that Lilith and Eve castrated him, he still can't help but find himself melting under his wife smile. Besides, he was starting to prefer his Lucy form more and more as of late.

With a nod, Lucifer does a few hand gestures and creates a portal for Lilith and she eagerly steps through.

-

Rarely does Uriel express joy and yet, today was a notable exception. Today was the day that he would finally solve that Rubik's cube that Adam had invented and challenged him to solve. A rather colorful cube with the objective of getting the colors on each side to match.

The last few weeks, he had dedicated nearly all of his free time trying to solve the damned cube, his pride on the line. At first he had laughed at Adam, confident that he would figure it out within the hour. After all, he was the angel of wisdom, and it was a puzzle that, no offense to Adam, a human could solve. But it wasn't just a simple puzzle. No, it had been much harder than Uriel had thought.

He had started out well enough, getting one side completed easily. However, that's when he hit his first snag.

He couldn't get the second side to match like the first.

No matter what he did, how he turned the cube, he couldn't make the second side match. The frustration that came with that had nearly drove him mad. And yet, he persisted. He refused to give up and continued on.

And after many more failed attempts, he finally figured out how to make the second side match. A feeling of excitement overtook him as he made progress and a sense of euphoria flooded his veins as he completed the second side.

But his high was short lived as his excitement quickly turned to annoyance as the third side was just as difficult. He tried every solution he could think of, and yet he was still met with failure.

After another hour, Uriel finally managed to complete the third side. It wasn't until he started on the fourth side, however, that things really got interesting. He was struggling, trying everything he could to make the fourth. But as he did so, the other sides progress would come undone. It was almost like the puzzle had a mind of its own and was intentionally thwarting his attempts.

Uriel had to fight the urge to break the stupid puzzle and throw it into the sun. He knew Adam would never let him live it down if he did. So, he pressed on, determined to solve the damned thing no matter what.

Now after weeks of trying, Uriel was finally nearing the end. All that was left was the final side and he could finally rest.

"URIEL!" The door to his office slams open as Adam announces his arrival, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"Ahhh!" Uriel yelled, jumping from his seat, his hand accidentally turning the cube too much and undoing all of his progress.

"What the hell Adam!? Can't you knock?" He hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Ignoring Uriel's rage and question, Adam strolls over to him and sits down near his desk. "I have a favor to ask Uri!"

"What makes you think I'll do anything for you?" Uriel questions with a stern gaze. "Plus, where is Lute?"

"Lute is challenging Aclima for the position of General again and their sparring this time has gotten really heated. So much so that they didn't notice when I ... snuck away." Adam says sheepishly.

"And you come to me!?" Uriel says with exasperation. The last thing he needed was Sera sending out a search party for the First Man and finding him in his office. "You're going back!"

"Hey, hey! Woah now! Let's not be hasty. Just hear me out!" Adam held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Come on, Uri, you owe me one for this cube. Plus, I got you something to ... compensate you."

Adam snaps his fingers and a basket full of grilled cheese sandwiches appeared on Uriel's desk. The smell was heavenly, and Uriel couldn't help but salivate at the sight. Despite himself, he felt his anger dissipate a little.

"You bribing me with grilled cheese?" Uriel raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his stern facade.

"Bribing? No, no. Think of it as ... motivation." Adam said with a wink, sliding the basket closer to Uriel. "And if you really put your nose in it, you can smell the bacon I added too."

Adam picks one of the sandwiches up and unwraps the wrapper, letting the smell fully hit Uriel's senses.

Uriel's eyes narrowed, but he couldn't deny the appeal of the aroma wafting from the sandwich. The rich, melted cheese blended perfectly with the savory hint of bacon, creating a tantalizing scent that filled the room. It was an intoxicating mix, each whiff inviting him to take a bite and forget his frustrations with the Rubik's cube.

The cheese was perfectly melted, its golden edges crisped just right, contrasting with the soft, buttery bread. The bacon added a smoky, salty depth that elevated the sandwich beyond a simple comfort food. As the scent lingered, it brought with it memories of simpler times, when Uriel and Adam would sit by the fire, laughing and sharing stories over similar meals.

Uriel tried to maintain his stern expression, but the allure of the grilled cheese sandwiches was overwhelming. He could almost taste the crunch of the bread and the gooey, cheesy interior melding with the bacon's crispness. His stomach growled, betraying his resolve.

As quick as lightning, Uriel snatches the sandwich out of Adam's hand and starts wolfing it down like it was the last bit of food he will ever eat. Once he completely devoured said sandwich, he turns his attention to the rest in the basket but Adam quickly covers it up.

"Nuh uh. Favor first." Adam says with a sly smile.

"Fine Adam." Uriel says as he composes himself and wipes his mouth with a napkin from his pocket. "What do you want?"

"I heard talk from some of the newest winners that there is this "Great Library of Alexandria" in Egypt and I want to go." Adam states.

"Seems ... simple enough. Why didn't you approach Sera or Michael about this?" Uriel ask.

"Well mom ... cause of what happened last time in Egypt. Pretty sure if I asked her, she'll place me under house arrest for even asking." Adam sighed, his usual bravado momentarily dimmed by the memory. "And Michael already has enough paperwork from all the shit I had him cover for."

"You think I'll cover for you!?" Uriel raises his voice, but Adam reveals the content of the basket once more. "Fine. Just ... don't get into trouble this time."

"Oh come on Uri. It's just a library. Only going to go see how far my descendants have come and read a few scrolls." Adam says dismissively. "In and out, 20 minute adventure."

"20 minutes? Really?" Uriel ask. Adam's curiosity is well known throughout Heaven, and Uriel knew that a simple trip to a library could easily turn into an all-day affair with Adam.

Adam shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Okay, maybe a little longer. But I'll be quick. Promise."

...

"Fine." Uriel relents and snatches the basket from Adam who only grins in response.

-

Uriel opens a portal to Earth, the shimmering gateway casting an ethereal glow around them. As they stepped through, they found themselves standing in the bustling streets of ancient Alexandria. The city's grandeur was overwhelming, with towering buildings, vibrant marketplaces, and the salty scent of the Mediterranean Sea in the air.

"Wow!" Adam breathed, taking in the sights and sounds around them. "This place is incredible!"

Uriel couldn't help but agree. The city's energy was palpable, a stark contrast to the serene tranquility of Heaven. But they had a mission, and Uriel wasn't about to let Adam get sidetracked.

As they made their way through the crowded streets, the Great Library loomed ahead, its grand entrance flanked by towering statues of scholars and philosophers. The building itself was a marvel of architecture. Despite being the Angel of Wisdom, he too could appreciate the beauty of the structure before him.

However, it was also apparent that the library was a place of learning and research. Scholars and philosophers from around the world had gathered here to share their knowledge and advance the collective understanding of humanity.

"Well, there is your library Adam." Uriel points out. "I'll leave you to it."

"You aren't coming in?" Adam ask, his excitement to go in was palpable.

"Nope. I'll be walking around, enjoying my hard earned sandwiches." Uriel says as he holds up the basket. "Now get going."

"Yes Sir!" Adam says mockingly with a salute before racing into the library.

Uriel can't help but admire the enthusiasm with which Adam approaches new experiences. It was one of the things he had always admired about him. Even as the First Man, Adam was never one to shy away from something new or exciting.

Turning around, Uriel decides to explore the city while he enjoyed his sandwiches.

How much trouble could Adam possibly get into at the library of all places?

He'll be fine.

-

Perusing the library, Adam marveled at the sheer volume of scrolls and manuscripts housed within. The Great Library was indeed a treasure trove of knowledge, with texts on philosophy, science, medicine, and countless other subjects. It wasn't as great or as grand as the one in Heaven but he had to admire the fact that it was built by humans, by his descendants. He felt a deep sense of awe and excitement as he moved through the aisles, his fingers trailing lightly over the ancient parchments.

Grabbing a scroll that caught his eye, Adam looked around for a place to sit and read. As he did so, he hears a woman scream out in frustration coming from a nearby room. Curious, Adam followed the sound of the woman's voice. He entered a dimly lit chamber filled with shelves of scrolls and manuscripts. At the center of the room, surrounded by stacks of books, stood a figure hunched over a table. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she flipped through a particularly dense scroll.

"Are you alright?" Adam asked, stepping closer.

Without turning around to see who it is, Lilith scratches her head in frustration as she stared at the scroll before her. "No! I'm not alright! These scrolls are not helping at all! My husband was right."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Adam says as he stood inches from the woman with an oddly familiar voice. "But this library is very big, perhaps you haven't found what you were looking for yet?"

"You're too kind." Lilith says as she reaches for another scroll. "But the information I need is very specific. About the First Man Adam."

Woah! What a coincidence that this woman needed info about him and here he is.

"Perhaps I can help, I'm somewhat of an expert." Adam says proudly.

Lilith finally turns around to greet the unusually kind stranger. "Thank you -" She drops the scroll she was holding.

Before her was the man of her dreams. The one she has spent centuries trying to get with Lucifer and Eve.

SHE HAS A CHANCE!

"ADAM!?"

Before him was the woman of his nightmares. The one who had killed his daughter and held another hostage.

WHY THE FUCK IS SHE HERE!?

"LILITH!?"

Seeing his confused state, Lilith seizes her opportunity and forcefully presses her lips to Adam's. It was a spur of the moment but she was surprised that the deal she had with Eve didn't activate. But her surprise was short lived as she recalled the words of the deal.

It only applies if they were in hell.

Lilith smirks.

-

Pure dread and agony washed over Heaven.

Aclima and Lute were in mid spar when a wave of pain and dread suddenly filled them both. Lute who was doing a mid airstrike with a rapier suddenly lost control and crashed to the floor. Aclima herself was no better as she collapsed to the ground and started screaming in pain just like her mother. Vaggie and many others who were watching the spar also felt uneasy out of nowhere and were alarmed by the sudden outburst of pain from Aclima and Lute. They rushed to their aid, trying to understand what had caused this sudden distress.

"What's happening?!" Vaggie shouted, kneeling beside Aclima and gently trying to calm her.

Lute thrashed about, clutching her head as she struggled to sit up. "I ... I don't know. It's like ... like something ... someone is tearing at my soul. Where is Sir!?"

Aclima's screams echoed through the training grounds, a raw agony twisting her features. Her eyes were wide with terror as she gasped for breath, unable to articulate the pain wracking her body.

"Dad!" Aclima screams. "Where is Dad!?"

"Dad!? He is -" Vaggie and the others turn to the stands where their father should be but only finds air.

"Missing!?" Vaggie shouts.

"WHAT!?" Aclima shouts out loud. "FIND HIM!"

Without a second to spare, all the exorcists present, including Aclima, Lute and Vaggie took off into the air in search of their father with Lute using her halo to call upon the rest of the army. In minutes, thousand of exorcists started scouring every inch of Heaven for their father.

THEIR FATHER IS IN DANGER!

Soon after they left, the training grounds itself started to quake when a loud raging screech came from Michael's office.

-

Jophiel was waiting patiently on one of her perches as she waited for Adam to leave the training grounds. She has been staring up at the sky for quite some time now as she knew Adam wouldn't be done with the training grounds till the evening. Despite practically being married to the man, they still wouldn't allow her into the training grounds.

Whatever. Her relationship with Adam has never been better.

She'll have his heart completely in time.

As she idly laid on the roof, her mind drifted to thoughts of a naked Adam. The idea of a shirtless Adam working out had her blushing fiercely. The beads of sweat running down his sculpted body, his muscles straining with each exertion, his labored breaths as he pushed himself harder. He may have a slight tummy, but Jophiel couldn't help but think it was adorable.

It was a pleasant thought, and Jophiel was enjoying the thought as she slowly lowered her fingers towards her nether regions when an intense feeling of dread and anguish fills her. She was taken back by the suddenness and intensity of the feeling, and her head was ringing.

ADAM WAS BEING ATTACKED!?

"ADAM!"

-

Sera and Emily were doing their rounds around Heaven with Emily interacting with the Winners and Sera observing her. All was going well when a scream from a nearby rooftop alerted the High Seraphim. She looks up and spots Jophiel leaning over the edge of the building.

"ADAM!" Jophiel screams out.

Sera expression soon turns to one of worry.

Her son!? Why is she screaming about him!?

Sera was about to go up when she herself was suddenly filled with dread and pain. She brought her hand to her chest and felt her heart pounding with an intense fear.

Beside her, Emily falls to her knees and starts bawling her eyes out. The pain and dread she suddenly felt reminded her of Egypt, when she spotted Adam with both his wings broken through the scrying orb. As the joy-bringer, this feeling of dread and sorrow was something she HATES to feel. It was an alien and horrible feeling that brings only sadness.

SHE HATES IT!

SHE HAS TO FIND ADAM!

SHE HAS TO BRING HIM JOY!

SHE NEEDS ADAM!

Before long, the skies were blanketed with the arrival of the exorcists. Aclima and Lute break off from the group and land beside the High Seraphim while Vaggie continued to lead the search effort.

"Grandma!/Lady Sera!" Aclima and Lute shout in unison.

"What is the situation!? Why is my son not with you!?" Sera asks, her tone sharp and full of worry.

"He is missing!" Lute responds curtly.

Sera worry increases exponentially, as her thoughts race through the worst case scenarios. Her body was tense and her wings flared out, ready to take flight.

HE IS WHAT!?

Notes:

Poor Heaven gals finally feeling what Eve feels.

Next on Beyond Paradise: Adam vs Lilith

Chapter 74: The Ravaged Library

Summary:

Adam vs Lilith

Notes:

Thank you all for reading and commenting thus far.

I wish I could strike the lottery so I could quit my job and spend my days writing this story instead.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

LET ME OUT!

SAVE ADAM!

LET ME THE FUCK OUT!

Michael clutches his head as Malenia's voice pounded his brain incessantly. He can feel her trying to take control of his body, trying to take the reins, but Michael's will was strong and he was not about to give her the satisfaction of letting her free. He doesn't know why this wave of dread had washed over him but it had affected Malenia a great deal. Enough that even without the whiskey, she was pushing to take over.

"Shut up Malenia!" Michael shouted, his patience quickly wearing thin.

Malenia continues to rattle and thrash in his head, trying to find a way to free herself. She was desperate to find out what had happened, all she knew was that it involved Adam. Whatever he was involved in was sending her danger instinct into overdrive.

LET ME OUT YOU SELFISH BASTARD!

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Michael shouts back.

As Michael tries to drown out her voice, his halo lights up and he quickly reaches up to answer, hoping that it would distract him from her voice. But he will soon regret doing so. Answering the call, the voice that came through was that of the High Seraphim.

"Michael! Is Adam with you!?" Sera ask frantically.

Michael could sense the urgency and the distress in her voice. "Adam? No, he should be at the training grounds."

"He is not there!" Sera responds in a panic.

Michael's heart sinks at the news. "What!?"

The momentary lost in focus due to shock allowed Malenia to overpower his will. Forcing Michael to snap his fingers, he was soon enveloped by angelic power and transformed into his Malenia counterpart.

"I'll find him!" Malenia declares before hanging up.

Unfurling her wings and jumping out the window, she fails to notice the notification on her monitor that warned of Holy Light being detected on Earth.

-

Lilith wasn't expecting this. She was hoping Adam would pull her closer, maybe even push his tongue into her mouth and get lost in the throes of passion. She wanted him to pin her down and make up for lost time with the best fucking he could give her. She wanted him to dominate her, to own her. She wanted him to ravish her, to fill her with his seed, to mark her. She wanted him to be her mate and she was ready to do whatever it took to make that happen.

But instead, he pushed her off and not only that, he PUNCHED HER!

"YOU MURDERER!" Adam shouts as he delivers a right hook to her cheek. The punch sending her barreling through several shelves.

Lilith was dazed, her head ringing from the impact. As her vision cleared, she saw Adam summoning his golden axe and charging at her, axe held high. She could sense his anger, his rage, his hatred. But most of all, she could feel his sorrow. She could feel his pain, his anguish, his torment. And it was all directed at her.

Was this about that Harper bitch she killed?

Was having a daughter such a big deal?

Couldn't he just make more?

Lilith rolls out of the way, narrowly avoiding the axe which embedded itself in the floor. She was confused and annoyed. She had been fantasizing about this for so long and it wasn't going at all how she had imagined. Adam should have been kissing her back, pulling her close and groping her ass.

"What are you doing here!?" Adam asks angrily. He yanks out the axe with ease and immediately goes for a side swing, the blade whistling as it cut through the air. Lilith was barely able to dodge the blow, her hair singed as the axe just barely missed her.

Lilith wasn't about to let the moment end on a sour note. She would make Adam love her, even if she had to beat the shit out of him. She would not let him walk away until he was begging for her affection.

She summons her whip and cracks it towards Adam, the sound echoing through the library. Adam raises his axe and the whip wraps around the blade. Lilith smirks and yanks back, hoping to disarm him, but Adam's grip is like iron and he doesn't even budge. Instead, he yanks the whip and pulls Lilith towards him, closing the distance between them. Before Lilith could react, Adam lands a solid kick to her stomach.

The force of the kick sends her flying back, crashing into a wall. Her whip no longer available for her.

Lilith groans in pain as she slides to the ground, her back aching from the impact. Adam was clearly not holding back, his fury was evident as his aura flares around him. His wings were fully spread out, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. He looked like an avenging angel, and Lilith couldn't help but be aroused by his visage, despite the pain she was feeling.

To give herself breathing room, she uses her magic to shoot hellfire towards him. The flames roared as they streaked towards Adam. However, he had expected as much from her and was already in motion. With a powerful flap of his wings, he soars into the air and the hellfire misses him entirely. The flames reaching a pile of scrolls and shelves, causing the ancient parchments and manuscripts to burn and ignite the whole room.

Adam didn't let up as he quickly raised his arm and shot a beam of Holy Light towards her. Lilith could feel the heat of the beam approaching her, and she quickly raised her arms, creating a barrier around her. The beam collided with the barrier, the force causing her to slide back, digging her heels into the ground.

Channeling all her strength into her barrier, she redirects the continuous beam, wildly targeting everything within her field of vision. She didn't care what she hit as long as it wasn't her. Destroying shelves, walls, scrolls, nothing was spared.

She soon felt the beam's attack relent but when she focuses back on Adam, he was already bringing his axe down on her.

She quickly creates another barrier, the force of the axe knocking her back once again. Adam was relentless, his assault never ending as he hacks and slashes away at her barriers. Each strike causing Lilith's arms to shake, the strain of holding the barrier was taking a toll on her.

"Why can't you leave me alone!?" Adam shouts as he puts all his strength into a downward swing. "You bitch!"

Lilith didn't have the strength to respond, the sheer force of the axe breaking through her barrier and leaving a deep gash in her leg. She lets out a blood curdling scream as her blood splattered across the floor. In a panic, she uses a huge amount of magic to create a gust of wind that sends Adam flying and through the wall with a loud crash.

This was her chance to leave.

Her chance to escape.

NO!

SHE WAS HIS EQUAL!

THIS WAS HER CHANCE TO HAVE HIM!

Heaven wasn't around to intervene.

SHE WILL HAVE HIM!

-

A group of scholars were alarmed to hear combat taking place in a room nearby and went to investigate. They came upon a scene of destruction and chaos. Flames were spreading rapidly through the library, the entire place was alight with fire and smoke.

"What is going on!?" One of them shouts.

"Look! Over there!" Another points to the source of the destruction.

They watch as man with large golden wings combated a woman with black bat like wings. The source of the fire was clear to them when the woman shout out hellfire and were amazed when a beam of beautiful light shot out of the man's hand.

"Look! An angel from the Heavens!"

"He is fighting a demon"

"He will surely kill her!"

"Go angel! Show that demon whore no mercy!"

They watch with glee as the angel dominates the fight. It was clear to them that he was far more powerful than the demoness, his strength and ferocity were unmatched.

"You bitch!" Adam shouts.

"What did he call her?"

"I think he called her a witch!"

"The angel must have come to save us from the witch!"

"Let's tell everyone! Warn them of the witch"

The group hurriedly leave as the fire spreads, eager to tell the world of the battle unfolding and of the new word that the angel is calling the foul demoness.

-

Uriel was enjoying his time and his cheese sandwiches. He didn't believe it but interacting with the humans made him appreciate the little things more. He could see the joy in their faces when they got a new shipment of food and drink. The way their eyes lit up when he enlightened them with his wisdom and helping them solve their problems.

Maybe coming to Earth wasn't such a bad idea after all. Adam gets to be happy in the library, he gets to eat cheese sandwiches and experience all these little pleasures. Maybe he might be willing to let Adam convince him to come to Earth more often.

"Stay away from the library!" A woman's voice calls out from behind.

...

She must be talking about a different library.

There are a few in the city.

"There is a fight going on at the Great Library of Alexandria!" The woman continues, her tone urgent and fearful.

...

Humans fight all the time. Maybe it was simply a small scuffle between two citizens.

No way its about Adam.

Please.

"An angel and a witch are fighting in the Great Library of Alexandria!" The woman cries out, her voice loud and clear.

...

Yeah ... that's Adam.

What is this witch nonsense they're talking about?

With a reluctant sigh, Uriel started making his way to the library at a brisk pace. He was sure it was all a misunderstanding and that he was going to laugh at himself later. But his halo was glowing in his pocket and his instincts were telling him otherwise.

As he got closer, the sight of smoke and flames filled his view with many people screaming from its direction.

...

Sera is not going to be happy.

But maybe, just maybe.

Sera won't know.

It's just a "witch" after all, whatever that was.

Adam could handle it.

...

He continues walking.

-

Adam was getting exhausted. He has been swinging his axe with so much force and using Holy Light at Lilith. Lilith was injured and equally exhausted, her use of magic has kept her out of harm's way and allowed her to continue dodging his attacks but the gash on her leg and the resulting blood loss was starting to affect her.

Adam was determined to end the fight, to finally put an end to her and avenge Harper.

Lilith manages to recover her whip in the midst of the battle, and now the two were locked in a fierce melee. Adam was using his axe to parry Lilith's whip and was slowly gaining the upper hand, his superior strength and skill starting to show. But Lilith was not one to give up, she was not about to let Adam get the better of her.

THEY WERE EQUALS!

SHE WAS HIS!

HE WAS HERS!

The two were locked in a fierce struggle, both trying to gain the upper hand. Adam was putting his all into it, his determination clear. Lilith was also determined, but for a different reason. She was determined to prove her strength, to prove that she was a worthy partner. That she was deserving of his affections.

That she was worthy of being his mate.

To her, it was a battle of wills, a battle of ideals, a battle of love and lust.

To Adam, it was a battle of life and death, a battle of vengeance, a battle of rage.

Grabbing Lilith by the horn on her head, he swings her with all his might into the floor before raising her up again and throwing her against the wall, a loud cracking sound could be heard.

As Lilith lay crumpled on the floor, he walks towards her and kicks her in the face, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood, a piece of her horn breaking off as well.

The people around had evacuated the area when the two of them had taken the fight outside. Adam and Lilith were still going strong, the heat and intensity of their fight were unlike anything seen before.

The two were locked in a standstill, neither giving an inch. Both were breathing heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and blood. Lilith summons several dark tendrils and directs them towards Adam, while Adam fires a beam of Holy Light in return. The tendrils were caught in the beam and disintegrated into ash, but Lilith was not giving up. She keeps the pressure on him, summoning more and more tendrils. Each coming at him from different directions and angles. Adam is forced to keep his beam going, burning through her attacks.

Lilith knows both she and Adam can't keep this up forever. They were both running out of stamina but who will run out first is the million dollar question. She will never beat him in melee combat, her strength lies in her dark magic but all she can manage is keeping him at bay with her abilities.

Lilith was getting desperate. She can't let him win, she can't let him walk away.

The longer they fought, the more likely Heaven were to take notice.

She hates to admit it but she needed Lucifer and Eve.

With all her remaining supply of magic in her, she launches as many tendrils towards Adam to keep him occupied. As Adam continues to destroy her tendrils, Lilith grabs the orb that Lucifer had given her before she left for Earth and threw it behind Adam. The orb crashes upon a wall, creating a portal to hell. Seizing the moment that her tendrils created by distracting Adam, she charges forward and tackles him through the portal, sending both of them into hell.

-

"Dad!" Vaggie screams as she kicks open the door to his favorite restaurant with his favorite ribs, alarming the people and the staff inside. Her eyes quickly scan the room and she audibly clicks her tongue when she doesn't spot Adam.

"Any luck Sergeant!?" Lute calls out as she comes up behind her.

"No Lieutenant!" Vaggie reports, her tone grim. "I can't find him anywhere. This is the fifth place we checked and he is nowhere to be found."

"I have checked every bar and pub in the area" Lute replied with a disappointed look.

"Check the alleys! Maybe he collapsed somewhere drunk or fell into a food coma!" Lute orders.

This was of course, entirely unlikely as it has only been an hour since they noticed his disappearance but they couldn't rule anything out.

Vaggie nods and the two begin their search.

As they did their checks, many of the other exorcists took to flying up to people's windows and peering into them, hoping to find their father inside and disturbing the winners who live in them. Privacy be damned, they needed to find their father!

Aclima and a small group of exorcists flew to the gates and searched for their father beyond the gates, amongst the clouds. Yes, he could teleport and leave Heaven but there was also a chance he got curious and decided to explore the clouds. They wouldn't put it past him to get distracted and lose track of time.

"DAD!" A word screamed out loud throughout Heaven. The exorcists voices all merging together in a loud unified cry.

"WHERE ARE YOU!"

"WE NEED TO FIND HIM!"

"IS HE DEAD!?"

"MAYBE HE WENT TO EARTH!?"

-

Sera was getting increasingly frustrated with her son antics as she looked for him. She has warned him so many times not to go anywhere without an escort, to not leave Heaven!

But does he listen!?

Yes!

For a time.

She had thought that after finally squeezing out all the love he had for Eve out, he would finally mellow out and enjoy Heaven eternally.

Decades, maybe even centuries, he'll be comfortable in Heaven. Sometimes even allowing him the occasional day trip to Earth under close supervision from several exorcists or a seraphim.

But than his curiosity, his need to explore, his adventuring spirit just refuses to die!

He lapses, he gets complacent, he thinks he can handle himself.

Adventuring without her permission!?

Worst of all, the other seraphim like Michael and Uriel let him get away with it! She has warned them and others time and time again not to allow him to leave Heaven without her explicit permission. That if he tried, they should inform her!

But no, Adam always manages to sweet talk them!

If it weren't for the fact that she loves him so much, his cuddles, his food, the way he smells, his hugs, HIS ENTIRE BEING,

...

She doesn't know what she'll do. Not loving Adam wasn't even a thought.

Even when he pisses her off, which he does from time to time.

Her baby boy is just too cute.

And she is his mother.

Mother knows best.

AND A MOTHER MUST PROTECT HER CHILD!

AND THE SAFEST PLACE IS IN HEAVEN!

WHERE SHE CAN WATCH OVER HIM!

If only he was like Emily.

So cute.

SO OBEDIENT!

SHE WILL FIND ADAM!

-

Adam and Lilith find themselves fast approaching the ground of hell. Lilith held him tightly, not allowing him to use his wings to slow their descent, instead they crash landed. Lilith using his body to cushion the fall, forcing Adam to take the brunt of it.

Adam grunts as his back slams hard against the ground, his wings and back taking the full impact.

"Get off me" Adam growls, pushing Lilith away despite his pain.

Lilith was tired, exhausted, and weak. All the magic she used to keep him at bay, the use of the portal and the constant fighting had drained her.

BUT SHE FINALLY HAD HIM IN HELL!

After being pushed back a few feet, she watches as Adam struggles to get back to his feet, the fight from earlier and the impact of the fall had clearly taken its toll on him. He has to lean against a wall for support as he finally stands. His chest was heaving, and his breathing was labored.

Lilith was no better, her breathing was just as heavy, her body was sore, blood still spilling from the gash in her leg and she felt exhausted. But her mind was pushing for her to take Adam now, to claim him as her own.

To have him mark her, to have him fuck her, to have him breed her.

TO BE MATED TO HIM.

A jolt of painful electricity suddenly shoots through her. She wanted to commit the deed but her survival instincts are telling her otherwise. Than she remembers why, the realization washing over her.

She was back in hell.

The deal with Eve was back in effect.

In hell, Eve must be the first to claim him.

FUCK!

After collecting her thoughts and pushing her lust filled thoughts down, she rationalizes that even if the deal wasn't in effect, she couldn't confidently say she could take Adam on even in his current state. But she now had the home ground advantage, she had to quickly get Lucifer and Eve before Adam could recover from his weakened state.

With her mind made up, Lilith immediately takes off towards her home.

Adam was left in a state of confusion as Lilith quickly retreated. He had expected her to try and kill him but instead she fled, the action surprising him. Looking around, he realizes where Lilith had forced him into. The blood red sky, the filthy streets and the battered state of several buildings around him told him where he was.

He was in hell.

...

Mom was not going to be happy.

But he couldn't dwell on it, the momentary peace was a welcome change and he needed to find a way back to heaven. He tries to conjure a portal but with the amount of angelic power he had used earlier to fend Lilith off, his body couldn't handle the strain and his hand simply fizzles into a puff of light.

"Dammit!"

He looks around, wondering where he should go to recover. The sinners around him had scurried away in a hurry when they had seen their Queen earlier, leaving him alone in this empty street.

Alone.

In hell.

Or, at least he thought so.

"Dad?"

"Hannah?"

Notes:

If only Uriel ran instead of walk.

Next on Beyond Paradise: Reunion?

Chapter 75: A Family Reunited

Summary:

Yay! Wholesome reunion!

Notes:

Holy Fuck! Over 3000 kudos and 83000+ hits!

Seriously! Thank to all of you who continue to read and enjoy my story. I didn't think my first story would get this far and it really means a lot to me that you all continue to vibe with it!

I sincerely hope I can continue to provide you with as much entertainment as I can with my story! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Are you interested in a nice wholesome Adam/Eve story? Well than look to Azikiro! Her works "Welcome to Lady Hell" and "Babylon" are interesting reads! I highly encourage you to check them out!

Link to the series: https://archiveofourown.to/series/4055026

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Uriel didn't like what he is seeing. He finally arrived at the scene of the crime and what he saw was less than ideal. The great library was on fire, the streets looked like a warzone and parts of the area was blackened by the clear use of Holy Light.

And worst of all?

He can't find Adam.

This was not good.

Just as he was thinking that, a portal opens up behind him in an alley away from prying eyes. Sera, Michael and a large number of exorcists poured out with their wings and halo hidden away, dressed in the clothes appropriate to the era. Sera narrows her eyes as she quickly approaches Uriel, her form towering over him.

Malenia races over to Uriel and grabs him by the shoulder, shaking him violently. "Where is he!? Where is Adam!?"

"I ... uh ..." Uriel was struggling to speak, his body trembling at the sight of his furious ... brother? Sister?

Malenia was suddenly shoved aside, with Sera taking her place. Reaching down she grabs Uriel by the sides of his face and forces him to look into her eyes.

"WHERE. IS. MY. SON. URIEL!?" Sera growls, her tone menacing.

"Uh ... I think ... um ..." Uriel stammers, trying to find the right words. Not only was Sera staring at him with clear anger, his ... sibling, the exorcists and the ones that continued to pour out were all glaring at him in turn as well. "How did you know?"

"Malenia here learned late that her people detected the use of Holy Light in the area and we strongly suspect that it was Adam considering that he is MISSING!" Sera answers, her voice growing more and more threatening.

Uriel is the angel of wisdom and in his experience, telling them the truth that he didn't know where or what happened because he assumed Adam could handle whatever the threat was is a death sentence for him. If he were lucky, he would only be saddled with paperwork like Michael, however, Michael usually brought him back safe and relatively unharmed.

Uriel though, didn't have that luxury.

He needs to buy time.

"I just arrived, same as all of you!" Uriel exclaims in defense. "I believe he is injured after fighting a new unknown enemy he called a "witch"! That he is most likely recovering from his wounds somewhere or perhaps still fighting!"

"A witch? What foul creature is it?" Sera asks, her eyes narrowing further. "Where did the witch come from?"

"I do not know!" Uriel answers, his heart rate speeding up.

Sera was not buying any of this, not a single word.

She should be admonishing him.

But she doesn't have a choice.

The idea that her son may be hurt or dying, and is probably in need of help was making her panic. She knew Uriel was not telling her the whole truth, but her maternal instincts were telling her to save her son first.

"Find my son, find your father, find Adam!" Sera orders the exorcists.

"Yes Grandma!" The exorcists respond in unison.

The exorcists and Malenia quickly spread out and start looking, calling out for their father and checking under various debris. Some grabbing buckets of water to put out the fire in the library, assuming that he may be trapped inside.

Sera turns to Uriel, her glare hardening.

"My son better be alive Uriel!" she warns him.

Sera leaves in a hurry and joins the exorcists in their search efforts. Uriel was now thanking his lucky stars that without him in Heaven, they could not use the scrying orb without his power.

He had to get Adam back before Sera realizes what truly happened.

He quickly creates a portal and leaves back for Heaven.

-

"Hannah!?" Adam exclaims in surprise.

"Dad!" Hannah happily cheers as she rushes to embrace him.

The force of her body slamming into him caused him to lose his balance and stumble backwards. The sudden impact caused his wings to flap, creating a gust of wind. He catches her and hugs her back, a smile forming on his face. Despite the pain from his battle with Lilith, he powers through to respond to his daughter's love.

"You shouldn't be here Dad! What are you doing in hell!?" Hannah yells, tightening her hug before looking at the golden ichor dripping from his wounds. "What the hell happened to you!?"

"Lilith happened" Adam sighs, releasing Hannah from the hug.

Hannah's eyes widen. "Lilith!?"

She had to get her father out of here. NOW!

She refuses to let one of the greatest man she has ever known fall victim to the hell trio. She grabs him by the arm and begins pulling him away, her grip on his arm tight.

"Come on, we have to get you back to heaven!" Hannah says, a determined look on her face.

Adam wanted to protest, he finally reunited with his daughter and the last thing he wants to do is leave her. He wants to catch up, he wants to hear her story, how Eve was treating her and the rest of her kids, but the urgency in her tone tells him otherwise. Which he suppose is justified as he was in hell and the last thing he needed was to see Lucifer.

"Hannah, I -" Adam tries to talk to her but Hannah cuts him off.

"Save your strength Dad, I'm getting you to the embassy!" Hannah declares.

She is not letting her bitch of a mother get her hands on her father!

Despite being in hell and quite possibly being in the most danger since the start of his afterlife, Adam felt safe in his daughter's arms. He was grateful that Hannah was there and had come to his rescue.

So safe he felt that he even started to fall asleep, the exhaustion from earlier finally catching up to him.

Hannah felt the change in his body weight, his body was leaning against her, his breathing slowing down.

"Dad!?" Hannah looks to her father and notices that his eyes are closed, his expression relaxed and a gentle smile on his face. "Damn it, Dad wake up!"

-

Normally, returning to the castle shouldn't pose a challenge for Lilith but with the possible concussion and blood loss, navigating hell took more time than usual. Lilith came crashing through the window, tumbling towards Eve and Lucifer, her body skidding across the floor and colliding with the couch. The two stare at her in surprise.

"Adam!" Lilith cries out, her body screaming in pain. "He is in hell!"

"WHAT!?" Eve screams, her eyes widening. She immediately picks Lilith up by her shoulders and starts slapping her face repeatedly. "Where is he!? TELL ME!"

"OW! OW! OW!" Lilith grunts as she tries to fight Eve off, pushing her away. "Stop! Stop!"

"WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!" Eve shrieks.

"Somewhere in the East!" Lilith chokes out, at least, she thinks so. She is still slightly disoriented.

Tossing Lilith to the side with no regards for her condition, Eve wastes no time in jumping through the same broken window, the glass piercing her skin as she does so. The pain was a minor annoyance as she spreads her wings and flies eastwards, searching for her husband.

"I'M COMING ADAM!" Eve shouts.

Lucifer quickly snaps his own fingers and transforms himself into his female counterpart, Lucy. Leaving Lilith side, she quickly rushes towards a mirror and checks herself out, fixing her hair and making sure everything was in place. She couldn't allow her future husband to see her in a state that would not reflect the perfection of his own standards.

"A little help!?" Lilith calls out.

"Please Lilith, not now! I need to make sure I look perfect! First impressions and all that!" Lucy replies, not bothering to turn and look at Lilith. "Can't lose my bestie again!"

While that was true, she was also still feeling petty over the fact that Lilith ignored her when she had Michael spear made of holy light lodged in her abdomen. She was also a little peeved over the fact that Lilith was the one that brought Adam to hell.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN USE ONE OF HER FOOL-PROOF PLANS!

...

But in a way, she couldn't have succeeded without her help. After all, she made the portal for her to go to Earth and gave her that orb that let her return back so in a way, it was thanks to her that Lilith was able to bring him here.

She should thank her, right?

Yeah! She should!

"You're welcome!" Lucy exclaims, giving her reflection a wink.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Lilith yells.

"Nothing!" Lucy says sheepishly. "Anyway here is some gauze and alcohol for your wounds."

Lucy tosses her a roll of bandages and a bottle of alcohol to clean her wound before heading out.

Lilith was beyond pissed, she wanted nothing more than to grab a knife and stab her in the eye, maybe even pluck her feathers out.

"THANKS A LOT YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Lilith shrieks as loud as she could.

Lilith was now seeing red. As she works on bandaging herself, she spots KeeKee off in a corner staring at her, the cyclopean cat tilting its head.

"Stop judging me!" Lilith growls.

-

Eve was flying as fast as she could, her wings pushing her through the skies of hell, her eyes searching for any signs of her husband. Her mind was racing with thoughts, each one more love and lust-filled than the last.

She wanted her husband.

She needed him.

She missed him.

She craved him.

She desired him.

SHE LOVES HIM.

"ADAM!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the city.

"HONEY, WHERE ARE YOU!?" she shrieks. "YOUR LITTLE RIB NEEDS BREEDING!"

She felt her body heating up, the need for breeding was growing stronger. Her core was dripping, she was sweating and her mind was clouding with desire. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the folds were getting soaked and her nipples were now erect.

"FUCK ME ADAM!" she shouts, the sound of her voice echoing through the streets.

She knew why her body was feeling this way.

Adam was close.

She could sense it.

And soon.

She will have him!

-

When the Mother of Humanity was screaming out for the Father of Humanity, the sinners knew to quickly hide and take shelter. They had no idea what the commotion was, but when they saw the Queen of hell beaten and disheveled, they knew it was only a matter of time before the Mother of Humanity and the King of hell would soon arrive.

This worked entirely in Hannah's favor as she dragged her father back to her home, away from the scrutinizing eyes of the other sinners. She had wanted to bring her father to the embassy as quickly as possible but after he lost consciousness, it no longer became feasible. At least, now when her mother and those two could appear at any moment with the distance she had to clear to get to the embassy.

So instead, Hannah opted to bring her Dad back home.

...

Hopefully Cain doesn't mind.

As she does her best to carry her hefty father home, her mind drifts back to when she was a child. She had always looked up to him and had always considered him the best Dad a girl could ask for. He was a great teacher, and his knowledge of the world was vast. She remembered when she was younger, he had taught her so much about the world, from the basic rules and laws of nature, the different plants and herbs and the animals around them. She had learned about the stars, the moon, and the sun.

...

Fuck, her Dad was so hot.

He was like the perfect package.

Brains.

Biceps.

Bulge!

"FUCK!" Hannah cries out.

She had not noticed, but as she had been staring at his unconscious face, she had tripped. The two were now laying on the ground, Hannah on top of Adam, their faces mere inches apart. Her breasts were pressing against his chest, her nipples were erect and her heart was racing. Her eyes were locked onto his lips.

She knows she shouldn't do this, her father was not awake and she has Cain.

But the desire to kiss him was strong.

His lips looked so inviting.

The kiss that drove her mother, Aclima and so many others crazy.

Her tongue licks her own lips, her mind telling her to go for it.

"Hannah!?" Cain calls out, his voice causing her to snap back to reality.

She pushes herself off of her Dad, straightening her clothes as she looks towards the direction of her husband's voice.

"Cain!?" Hannah exclaims.

"Hannah, why are you -" Cain pauses, his eyes widening in shock as he sees his Dad on the ground. "Is that Dad!?"

"Yea" Hannah nods, turning back to look at her father.

"What the fuck is he doing here!?" Cain cries out.

"Lilith kidnapped him, apparently." Hannah replies. "Come on! Help me get him home before Mom finds out!"

Without hesitation, Cain rushes forward and together with Hannah, they both slung their father's arms over their shoulders and began walking. As they walked, Hannah noticed the look on Cain's face and she couldn't help but frown.

"Cain, are you alright?" Hannah asks. "Is it-"

"I'm fine, just worried about Dad" Cain says, forcing a smile.

Cain never thought he would see his father ever again and that was perfectly fine with him. The last thing he expected was to find him in hell and carrying him home. It was also not something he wanted to see.

His father was a good man.

The last thing he wanted was for him to be in hell.

And with the hell trio of all people.

Frankly, he dreaded the reunion they were about to have when he wakes up. It's been Heaven knows how long since that incident with Abel and although he had all this time to reflect and make peace with himself, he didn't think he was ready for this final step.

He was hoping Hannah didn't notice but unfortunately, she did.

"Are you sure?" Hannah asks.

"Positive" Cain replies. "Dad and I ... need to talk ... unfortunately."

"Cain-"

"It's fine Hannah, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." Cain reassures her.

Hannah was worried but decided not to press the issue any further. If her husband wanted to talk, then he would when he was ready. So for now, she will leave the issue alone and instead focus on getting her Dad back home.

-

Roo was rather amazed at the news that Lilith announced out loud. Her son was finally in hell but from the sounds of it, he was forced into hell and is possibly quite hurt, maybe even bleeding out. As much as she would want for him to be in hell with her ...

SHE WANTS HIM ALIVE!

While she was impressed that she was able to get Adam into hell. The method that she chose would not work in the long term. She wanted her son, she needed him, but not just his body. She wanted all of him. And that includes his heart and mind.

If he were to be forced here, then it would take time and effort to change his mind. He'll fight, he'll rebel and he'll struggle.

She needs him here of his own free will.

And that moment will come soon enough if these fools would be patient enough.

For the time being, she'll need to check up on him.

She was hell itself, locating her son was easy.

It only took her a minute or two before she located him, a wicked grin forming on her face.

Her son was with Hannah.

-

It took a some time before Lucy finally caught up with Eve who was still flying around, frantically searching for Adam. She had to make sure she wasn't missing anything while searching for him. The thought of missing her beloved and letting him slip through her fingers once more was horrifying.

"Eve!" Lucy shouts.

"WHAT!?" Eve snaps, turning to Lucy, a menacing glare on her face.

"Any luck?" Lucy asks, ignoring her friend's tone.

"Do you see me getting dicked down by Adam!?" Eve snarls.

"No-"

"Then NO I have no luck!" Eve hisses, returning to her search.

Okay yeah, stupid question. She should've known better than to ask that.

But that's okay, Lucy has a fool-proof plan!

"Eve! Hear me out! I have a pl-" Before Lucy could finish her sentence, Eve immediately punches her in the face, sending her crashing into the street below. "FUCK! MY FACE! I HAD IT DONE PERFECTLY FOR ADAM!"

"I don't give a fuck Lucy!" Eve yells. "This is my chance to get my Adam back and I won't have your plans fucking that up!"

"Hear me out!" Lucy pleads as Eve flew closer, ready to deliver a kick.

"You have ten seconds! Ten! Nine!" Eve begins counting, a foot aimed at Lucy's face.

"Listen! Adam is possibly hiding in one of these building right!?" Lucy asks.

"Obviously!" Eve scoffs. "You're making me waste precious time being used to find him! He needs to know his loving wife is out here for him before he tries to portal out of hell!"

"Look! Adam may be panicked and afraid without us near him or maybe these sinners are holding him hostage! Or even worse, he's being violated!" Lucy says, raising her hands up defensively.

"NO! NEVER!" Eve shouts out in fear. "ADAM, I'LL SAVE YOU!"

Before Eve flies off in a panic, Lucifer grabs her leg, stopping her in place.

"Wait, let me finish!" Lucy pleads, "If Adam is in a state of fear or being violated, he'll probably hide and try to stay low. So we need to flush him out!"

"How are we going to do that?" Eve asks.

"Simple! We destroy all these buildings! With no buildings around, there is no place for him to hide!" Lucy explains. "We can then fly above and spot him! If not, we can search the rubble and dig him out of the remains! It's literally impossible to miss his golden wings!"

Thinking it through, what Lucy did make sense. As an Angel, Adam couldn't be harmed in the conventional sense and he'll be able to survive any building collapses. And if he was being held hostage, than doing this would kill the sinners who dare to try such a task!

"Fine, we'll do it your way" Eve sighs, her expression softening.

Lucy beams, smiling wide.

The plan was efficient and fool-proof!

The city soon trembled beneath their feet as Lucy and Eve prepared to execute their plan. The ominous calm before the storm sent shivers through the sinners who had thought themselves safe in their buildings and shelters. Eve, eyes blazing with determination, took a deep breath, her wings unfurling with a crackle of raw power.

This wasn't the same level of rampage like the many times that had come before. This time, they were going to be through. They would scour the entire city. No building, no house, no nook, or cranny would be spared. They were going to destroy all traces of cover and escape, and they would tear apart the entire city in order to ensure that their Adam was left with nowhere to hide.

"Ready?" Lucy asked, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

"Ready," Eve replied, her voice like steel.

With a unified scream that echoed through the streets, they launched into the air. The first building they targeted was a towering skyscraper that symbolized the city’s pride. Eve, with a single, devastating punch, shattered its foundation. The building groaned, glass and steel twisting and screaming as it began to collapse. Lucy followed suit, her dark energy crackling around her as she sent another skyscraper crumbling into dust.

Panic erupted below. The sinners ran out and in every direction, desperate to escape the wrath of the two unstoppable forces. But Lucy and Eve were relentless. Building after building fell, each collapse sending plumes of dust and debris into the sky. They moved like a well-coordinated storm, their destruction methodical and thorough.

As the city disintegrated around them, Eve's eyes darted, scanning the chaos for any sign of Adam. Her heart raced with each passing moment, the fear of not finding him gnawing at her resolve. Lucy, sensing her friend’s rising anxiety, tried to reassure her.

"ADAM!" Eve cries out as she sent debris flying to other buildings in the vicinity.

“It's me Adam! Your bestie!” Lucy shouted over the cacophony. "And soon to be wife!"

Eve dove into another building, her fists blazing with holy fire, tearing through concrete and steel with ease. Lucy followed, her energy blasts sending shockwaves through the structures, reducing them to rubble.

Minutes felt like hours as they continued their rampage, half the city now a wasteland of destruction. But still, there was no sign of Adam.

Did Lilith get it wrong? Was it the west side where Adam was!? Did Adam already recuperate enough to make a portal!?

NO!

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ADAM!?"

-

"It's a good thing we got Dad back home just in time." Cain remarks as he and Hannah stand on their porch and observe the destruction that Lucy and Eve were creating.

"Tell me about it" Hannah says, her voice trembling as the two continue to destroy everything in the city. She was eternally thankful that she went out shopping and caught her father at the right time.

"Thank goodness we live far in the outskirts." Cain remarks, taking note of how the destruction was not coming close to them. "At least, we'll have privacy for our family reunion."

"Speaking of family reunions." Hannah begins, turning to face Cain, "Are you sure you're up to talking with Dad when he wakes up? If you're not ready -"

"It's fine. I'll be fine." Cain reassures her, giving her a smile.

"Cain."

"Hannah, I can handle it" Cain says, pulling her in and giving her a hug. "I have you with me after all."

"Always and forever" Hannah murmurs, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest.

Cain closes his eyes, the warmth of his wife and the sound of her heart beating soothing his mind. So long as he had his wife by his side, he could handle anything. He had no idea what his father would think, no idea how he would react, but he was determined to make things right.

They had so much time to talk, so much to discuss. He could have gone his whole life not knowing what his father thought, and it would have been fine. But now he finally had a chance to make things right, and he wasn't going to let it pass.

"I love you, Hannah." Cain whispers.

"I love you too, Cain" Hannah replies, pulling her tighter.

She can do this! She won't betray Cain, her husband!

...

Though the idea of seeing her Dad's face contort in pleasure was so hot.

Maybe a small kiss would be okay.

Their moment was interrupted when a black and white cyclopean cat came running up to them. The cat zoomed past them and went straight for the door, scratching at it and pawing at it, trying to get in.

"What the -! What is a cat doing here!?" Cain says in a panic.

"Relax honey, I told you about this cat before." Hannah says as she went to the door. "Her name is KeeKee. She is our mom's pet."

"You don't think -" Cain says before Hannah cuts him off with a shake of her head.

"No, I don't think KeeKee like mom or the other two very much." Hannah says as she opens the door to their home. KeeKee immediately bounding into the house and straight for the guest room.

"Let's go check on her" Cain says, walking past Hannah.

The two of them follow after KeeKee and up to the guest room. Reaching the room, they were awestruck by the cutest scene they have ever seen. KeeKee laying on top of Adam's chest, rubbing her head affectionately against his face.

"Aw! Isn't that the most adorable thing!?" Hannah squeals.

"It is" Cain admits, smiling softly.

Their father always did have a way with animals. They seemed to love him for whatever reason.

As KeeKee continues to rub her head against his, Adam slowly stirs awake, his eye twitching.

"Mmm ... what ... the ... " Adam murmurs.

The first thing he sees is a cyclopean cat staring directly into his eyes but he doesn't panic.

"Hello? Are you the one that kidnapped me?" Adam asks with a chuckle, reaching a hand up and gently scratching the cat's ears, feeling her nuzzle into his hand. He than turns his head towards the two other people in the room and his eyes go wide with shock.

"Cain!?"

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Adam/Cain Adam & Cain

Chapter 76: Father and Son

Summary:

Uriel should start looking for a new job.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

There was a reason why the many panicking women in Heaven did not know Adam's location despite the existence of the scrying orb.

Uriel was one of the more unique seraphim in Heaven, with the extraordinary ability to focus his power into the scrying orb, he had the ability to find anyone he chooses almost instantaneously.

Without him, the other seraphim had to resort to manually searching with their monitors which Sera and the others often do if Uriel wasn't available. Normally, this wasn’t a problem, as their multiple eyes allowed them to cover ground quickly, but it could still take hours, if not days.

In the beginning, Uriel's life was pretty easy.

But then Adam died and came to Heaven.

Ever since then, Uriel had been receiving requests from Sera to use his power with the scrying orb to locate her son. Despite Lute or Aclima accompanying him, she insisted every now and then on using his power for what he saw as nonsense. And of course, he had to oblige because she was the Head Seraphim.

That is, if she could find him.

Over the centuries, he had become quite adept at avoiding her. This soon became beneficial for him, as the paperwork intended for him simply went to Michael or one of his other brothers. This free time allowed him to pursue his own interests and accumulate more knowledge.

At least, it would have been, until Adam decided to make himself a fixture in his life.

"Come on Uriel, just a hint, you don't have to tell me the exact location of Eden."

"Uriel! I got a new riddle for you!"

"Uri, I need to hide with you for awhile. Malenia is being horny again!"

"Adventure time Uriel! I even got you some grilled cheese sandwiches!"

The man was a constant annoying presence in his life. Somehow, he is even able to find his hiding places and would just casually barge in like he owns the place.

Adam was a strange enigma to him.

Though Uriel tried to maintain his stoic exterior, deep down, he was actually quite fond of Adam. He found him amusing, if a bit naïve, and enjoyed their many conversations. While he had accumulated a vast amount wisdom and knowledge, Uriel found himself surprisingly intrigued by Adam's fresh and innovative perspectives on things.

Despite his initial irritation, he slowly began to see the value in these interactions. His experiences with Adam, though exasperating at times, brought a new dimension to his existence.

His ability to invent something like the Rubik's cube to stump him was rather impressive.

Adam had sort of forced him to experience life instead of living it through a book with food being the most obvious example. Before the arrival of Adam, Uriel had never eaten a single bite of food. He had no need to as an angel, and had no desire to. But after Adam had convinced him to taste the grilled cheese sandwiches he made, Uriel was almost immediately addicted to the savory flavors and textures.

Never before had he craved for more.

It was almost ironic that, after spending so much time avoiding others, Uriel's first real friend turned out to be a human who had the tendency to be everywhere.

However, now he was wishing the First Man never found him in the first place.

The man's sense of adventure was going to be the death of him!

Approaching the council chambers, Uriel stopped by the door and peaked in, finding the scrying orb floating in the center and with no one around. He lets out a sigh of relief. He than steps in, walking over to the scrying orb.

"Okay, just in and out." Uriel mumbles to himself. "Find Adam and rescue him before this gets even more out of hand."

"Uriel!"

Uriel winces at his name being called. Turning around, he comes to find the two frantic faces of Jophiel and Emily.

"Uriel, there you are!" Jophiel says in relief, approaching the Seraphim.

"Have you seen Adam!?" Emily asks.

"Yes, have you seen him!? Are you going to use the scrying orb!?" Jophiel adds.

Uriel wanted to scream.

Already Sera and Michael/Malenia were probably going to tear him a new one. He didn't need an additional two seraphim to add to that mix. So in his infinite wisdom, he knows what he needs to do to ensure his survival.

Lie.

"I just finished using the scrying orb actually. I know where Adam is." Uriel says, a nervous smile on his face.

"Really!? Where is he!?" Emily asks, a hopeful expression on her face.

"Uh, he's at ... " Uriel's voice trailed off as his eyes dart around, trying to think of an excuse. Than he recalls of a time when Adam told him of a large forest that he and Aclima came across during their travels in life. "He's on Earth! Deep in the forest ... the forest that he calls the ... Amazon rainforest!"

"Let's go find him than!" Emily exclaims, wings spreading out.

"Yes, lets!" Jophiel agrees, nodding her head.

Uriel felt relief when Jophiel immediately creates a portal and walks through it. He was about to turn back to the scrying orb when Emily suddenly grabs his hand.

"Come on Uriel! Let's go find Adam!" Emily insisted.

"Um ... uh ..." Uriel's mind goes blank, trying to come up with an excuse. "I'm sure you two will be enough."

"Nonsense! Adam is possibly in danger and needs us urgently!" Emily says, tugging on Uriel's arm. "You used the scrying orb so you know best where he is in that large forest!"

"But -" Uriel tries to protest but Emily was already pulling him over to the portal and dragging him through.

"Adam needs us!"

-

Adam stared at the two individuals with a blank expression, the cyclopean cat still rubbing her head against his hand.

"Dad." Cain said, his voice breaking.

"Cain." Adam replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Silence enveloped the room. The two men stared at each other, words failing them. They wanted to speak, to act, but neither could find the strength.

After what felt like an eternity, Adam stood and hobbled over to his son, ignoring the pain in his legs.

Cain closes his eyes, ready to feel his father's punch. To feel his righteous fury and harsh words that may follow.

...

Except, it never came.

Adam instead, pulled his son into the tightest embrace he could muster.

"Cain." Adam murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry."

"Dad -" Cain tries to say something but feels himself choke up. He had both waited and feared so long for this moment, and now that it was here, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Adam has had so much time to think over the millenniums, and now, holding his son again, a flood of emotions overwhelms him. He feels the weight of every decision, every regret and longing he had kept bottled up.

The memories of the incident with Abel flooded his mind, reminding him of the day that had changed his life, and the lives of everyone around him.

Half his life, Adam had spent adventuring all over the globe with Aclima and not once did he thought to try and seek him out, letting himself believe that Cain deserved his fate. Only when he died and the reality that Abel wasn't in Heaven or hell that it clicked in his head and he realized his grave mistake.

Adam had the love and support of his wife and the children around him to help him through his grief.

But Cain had no one.

When his boy needed him the most, Adam turned his back on him and nothing he says or do will ever change that fact.

If his boy hated him, he wouldn't blame him.

Still he refuses to let this moment go to waste.

He already lost one son.

He hopes he won't lose another!

"I'm sorry for turning my back on you. I'm sorry for leaving when you needed me the most. I'm sorry I didn't defend you." Adam says in rapid succession. "I wasn't a great father."

Cain holds his father tightly, feeling the years of estrangement and hurt melting away in the warmth of Adam's embrace. He had dreamed of this moment, replayed it in his mind a thousand times, but reality was different. More raw, more painful, and yet, somehow, more healing.

A small part him born from his past wanted to scream, to hit, to curse.

But that wasn't who he was anymore.

"I thought you hated me." Cain whispers, his voice muffled against Adam's shoulder.

"I hate what you did but I could never hate you, Cain." Adam only tightened his embrace, doing his best to prove his love for his son. "I've never stopped loving you."

After killing Abel, Cain had been angry. He was angry at the angels for choosing Abel over him. He was angry at his Dad for not defending him. And most of all, he was angry at himself for his perceived lack of worth. Centuries, he wandered the Earth with Abel's blood on his hands, and no amount of repentance could wash away the stain.

He wanted to blame Heaven, he wanted to blame his father, but in the end, the only person he could truly blame was himself.

It took him a couple of centuries to finally accept that fact but that didn't appease the Abel in his dreams. Abel continued to admonish and torment him both in life and afterlife. But sometimes, rarely, Abel would appear to him as the brother he remembers. There to remind him that he always has the choice to do and be better.

Cain wants to be better.

He hopes to mend their relationship, much like he had with Aclima centuries earlier.

His wife advice from that time soon repeats in his head.

'It starts with sorry.'

"I'm sorry." Cain apologizes, feeling a fresh wave of tears well up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I'm sorry for killing Abel. I'm sorry I let my pride destroy our family!"

Adam's grip on Cain tightens for a moment, his eyes closed as he absorbs Cain's words. He feels the weight of Cain's remorse, the burden of centuries of separation, and the irreparable damage done. Finally, Adam releases Cain gently, his hands lingering on his son's shoulders.

"I wanted to come back." Cain admits, his voice trembling. "But I didn't think you would want to see me."

Adam pulls back slightly, his hands gripping Cain's shoulders as he looks into his son's eyes. "I won't lie Cain, there was a period of time when I wanted nothing to do with you. To forget that you ever existed."

Cain swallows thickly, his heart clenching at the realization. Of course his dad wouldn't want anything to do with him after everything he did.

"But then, I realized that the true reason I didn't want to see you was because I was afraid. Lucifer and Lilith betrayed me twice and I carried that pain with me." Adam admits, his voice cracking. "When you killed Abel, I let my fear get the better of me and I abandoned you."

Cain had imagined this scenario in his mind plenty of times. He expected them to devolve into an argument, for old wounds to be reopened and never heal. But this, this was not what he expected.

"I've been a fool, Cain. A blind, stubborn fool. I should have sought you out, should have tried to understand, but I was too consumed by my own grief and anger. I let you suffer alone, and for that, I am truly sorry." Adam continued, his voice heavy with the weight of centuries of regret.

Cain's eyes welled with tears again, but this time they were different—tears of release, of a long-held pain finally finding an outlet. He hugged his father even tighter, as if to bridge the chasm that had separated them for so long.

He didn't know if he deserved such forgiveness, such compassion.

He didn't think he was worthy.

"I wanted to hate you, Dad." Cain admits, eyes glistening with tears. "For a long time, I blamed you for my suffering. For not standing up for me, for abandoning me. But, after the centuries of living and finding my other half in Hannah, I realize now that you didn't abandon me. It was my fault. You did the best you could with what you had and I RUINED everything."

Cain, steadying himself before he continued.

"But fuck! I want my Dad back!" Cain admits out loud. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a burden he had carried for so long. A single tear trickled down his cheek, and he brushed it away with the back of his hand, letting the tension drain from his body.

Adam's heart ached at Cain's words, the raw pain in his son's voice piercing through him. He reaches out, pulling Cain close again, holding him tightly as if to shield him from the anguish of their past. "I'm here now, Cain. I'm here." Adam whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

"Dad ..." Cain chokes out, the floodgates finally breaking loose. He lets the tears fall freely, burying his face in his father's shoulder.

NEVER LEAVE DAD!

They stood there, hugging each other, pouring out the years of pain and hurt. It was like a dam had been opened and the water was finally able to flow freely.

But there was still one question that lingered in Cain's mind and he needed the answer. He didn't want to ruin the rather tenuous relationship Hannah and him had with Aclima by asking so he kept it away.

"Dad?" Cain begins. "How is Abel doing?"

Adam's expression quickly became crest fallen once he hears that question. He was wonders if he should tell him the truth and lie and say he is fine. Logically speaking, Cain will never know the fate of Abel since Sera confirmed to him that hell is forever.

But no.

Adam refuses to lie to his son.

He deserves the truth.

"I don't know Cain." Adam admits.

Cain's shoulders sagged slightly at Adam's words, the weight of uncertainty settling over him once more. He had hoped for some kind of closure, a glimmer of hope that Abel was at peace, even after all this time. But the unknown remained a gnawing void in his heart.

"What do you mean you don't know!?" Cain exclaims in disbelief. "He is in Heaven right!?"

Cain felt his heart dropped when he watched his father shake his head in response. He wanted to lash out and demand answers for Abel deserved Heaven and nothing less!

How could it be possible that he wasn't there?

And Adam explained it all. From how he was the template for what gets humans into Heaven and how it was always in Heaven's plan for Adam to be the first to pass, not Abel.

Cain could only feel his guilt and sorrow deepen as Adam recounted the truth. He listened intently, his earlier anger dissipating into a profound sadness. The weight of his actions, the irreversible consequences of his jealousy and rage, bore down on him once more.

"Abel's soul is lost?" Cain struggled to find words, his voice choked with emotion. "Dad, I ... I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this."

Adam held Cain's gaze with understanding, his own eyes reflecting years of pain and regret. "I know, son. None of us wanted this."

"Come on Dad, you should get some rest." Hannah interrupts, knowing that the heavy conversation was taking a toll on everyone involved. "We can talk more later."

Adam wanted to protest but could feel himself getting drowsy. Nodding his head, he hobbled back to his bed, lying back down, his eyes already starting to droop. He didn't want to sleep though, wanting to stay awake and spend as much time with his son. But his body had other ideas.

His valiant efforts to resist sleep was quickly quelled when KeeKee climbed on top of him and snuggled into his chest.

-

Roo couldn't be happier.

While she may be using her avatar KeeKee to snuggle up to her son, she could still feel everything. The warmth of his chest and his steady heartbeat, the scent of his skin, and the soothing sound of his breathing.

Her jet black wings quiver with delight at the feeling of warmth being transmitted to her, craving more of this closeness. How she yearns to wrap him in her wings much like she has seen Sera do before.

She had longed for this moment, and now that it was here, she wanted it to last forever.

It took everything in her not to simply snatch her son away and keep him away from the eyes of everyone.

To keep him all to herself.

But she won't do that.

Because he will resist her.

He will hate her.

He won't be happy.

She wants him happy.

And right now, her son is happy, being spoon fed lies from everyone around and those that love him.

How she yearns to break that illusion.

But now wasn't the right time.

Her time to act will come soon.

When the lies become too much, he will seek the truth.

And there, she'll be waiting.

With open arms.

An apple in hand.

Ready to tempt him.

To break him down.

And build him back up with her love.

Welcoming him into the family she has prepared for him.

-

Adam doesn't know how long he has slept for. He guesses that it may have only been an hour or two. Opening his eyes, he finds his vision filled with KeeKee's face. She had crawled under the blanket and made herself comfortable on top of him, her small body curled up against his chest.

She was warm.

It was comforting.

Adam reaches up and scratches the back of KeeKee's ear, smiling softly at the cyclopean cat. He doesn't know why, but the one-eyed cat oddly comforting to be around.

The minute his hand made contact with her, KeeKee immediately jolts awake, tail wagging furiously.

"You're a cuddle bug aren't you." Adam teases, continuing his gentle scratching.

As much as he would love to play with this cute creature all day, he needs to talk with Cain and Hannah.

Getting up from the bed, KeeKee eye narrows in annoyance when she realized that Adam was moving away from her. Hopping off the bed and walking up next to him, she scurries up his leg and wraps herself around his neck.

"Okay, okay." Adam chuckles. "You can be my scarf."

Stepping out the room, he wonders which way to go before KeeKee tail points straight down the hall.

"How did I ever go through life without you?" Adam teases.

Walking down the hallway and into the living room, Adam nears the front door and could hear the voices of his two children. He reaches for the door handle but stops when he hears what they're talking about.

-

Standing on their porch, Cain and Hannah watched the destruction that was unfolding in the city as Eve and Lucifer/Lucy tore it apart, looking for Adam. They would normally be enjoying the destruction with some comfort food but with their father around, they only felt uneasy.

"Do we tell Dad?" Hannah ask.

"Dad is in no shape to handle the news." Cain replies. "Besides, he won't be in hell long."

Hannah nodded, feeling her anxiety spike at the prospect of keeping something this big from their father.

"Its just ... he will most likely ask where the others are." Hannah explains. "What do we say?"

Cain sighed, scratching his hair in frustration. "Well ... the Pride Ring is big. Maybe we can tell him that they moved."

"Sure, but all of them?" Hannah asks, not entirely convinced.

"I mean, all we got to do is point at mom and I'm sure he'll understand." Cain reasons.

"I suppose." Hannah reluctantly agrees.

"Look, let's just deal with Dad first and than we'll see where things go." Cain says as he pulls her closer to him. "We just can't let Dad know about the exterminations."

As much as they would like for their father to stay in hell with them, he just didn't belong. He belongs in Heaven, enjoying his afterlife surrounded by friends and family.

There was also a selfish part of them that didn't want their father to leave. They already missed him so much, and having him here again brought back all the memories and feelings they had repressed over the millenniums. And with his superb cooking skills, he could surely make even the most hellish thing taste divine.

But for Cain, his father being in hell is non-negotiable. He may be the cause of Abel's death and his indirect death of his afterlife, but he would rather be damned a hundred times over before ever allowing his father to be in hell.

He remembers his vow that he would never again bring such anguish to his father again and he aims to keep it.

AT ANY COST!

...

Why must letting go be so difficult?

-

"What exterminations?" Adam ask as he opens the door.

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Chapter 77: Rescue Mission

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Chapter Text

"What exterminations?" Adam ask as he opens the door.

Adam's question hung heavy in the air as Cain and Hannah exchanged a nervous glance. KeeKee, sensing the tension, tightened her grip around Adam's neck, almost protectively.

"Cain, Hannah." Adam's voice was gentle but firm, "What were you talking about? What exterminations?."

Both Cain and Hannah started sweating bullets, neither of them knowing what to say or how to respond. They weighed their options carefully, knowing that if they answered truthfully, their father would ... frankly, they didn't know how he would react. But one thing was for certain if he did find out.

He would stay in hell.

And both of them wanted their dad to be happy

"Uh, nothing!" Cain laughs nervously, his smile looking forced. "Just saying we need to ... exterminate some spiders and stuff!"

Adam narrowed his eyes, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. KeeKee, sensing his tension, buried her face deeper into his shoulder. "Spiders?" Adam echoed, his voice steady but skeptical.

Hannah shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flicking between Adam and Cain. "Yeah, Dad." She nodded, hoping her voice sounded convincing. "Lots of spiders."

Adam steps up to Hannah and bore his eyes into hers. "You're lying Hannah. Years may have passed but I still know when you're lying to me. What is going on?"

"Nothing is going on Dad." Cain answers, stepping in front of his sister. "Everything is fine."

Adam switches his target to Cain, his eyes boring into him. "Cain." His voice was a warning. "Don't lie to me."

Cain felt himself wither under his father's gaze. His words were simple, but the weight behind them was immense. He was not used to his father being the stern parent and it was disorienting especially after so long.

Adam's expression darkened, the lines on his forehead deepening with concern. He knew his children well enough to sense when something troubled them deeply. "Cain, Hannah." he said, his voice calm but commanding. "What are the exterminations?"

Hannah hates that she felt so small under her father's gaze. Back when she was sleeping around with her sister's husbands, lying came naturally to her. But with her dad, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Her eyes dart around, trying to find someway to escape telling the truth.

And her answer came in the form of KeeKee.

Looking at the cyclopean cat currently wrapped around her father's neck, she watches as her tail lazily points towards Pentagram City ... or what's left of it.

And she thought up of a fool-proof lie.

Aclima better give her extra food come next extermination.

"You're right Dad, we can't keep the exterminations hidden from you." Hannah starts.

"Hannah!?" Cain whisper-yells.

Cain couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just moments ago, they agreed that they wouldn't tell their father about the extermination but now Hannah was going to spill the beans.

"I'm sorry Cain but Dad must know." Hannah continues, ignoring her husband. She raises her finger and points towards the city where Eve and Lucy are still causing mayhem and destruction. "Mom, Lucifer and Lilith are "exterminating" the people."

Adam, seeing where his daughter was pointing, squinted his eyes, trying to make out what she was pointing at. At first, he didn't see anything except the burning city and the distant smoke plumes rising into the sky. But as he kept looking, he saw two figures, one using brute strength to demolish buildings while the other was using hellfire on the sinners trying to flee.

"Eve." Adam says as he focused his vision on her. He could hardly recognize her as she was covered head to toe in blood. The wife he once held and whispered sweet nothing to was now tearing off a sinner's head and tossing it to the side.

He couldn't believe it.

When she broke his heart and when Lute told her story about being tortured by Eve, he didn't want to believe it. Even when he saw her punch Lute and tackle Aclima, he didn't want to believe it.

But he could deny it no longer.

He doesn't know who she is anymore.

Adam eyes narrow once he spots Lucifer, or rather, Lucy. Like Eve, she was also covered head to toe in blood, the red fluid staining her white clothes and making her look like a deranged lunatic.

Stretching out his hand he summons his golden axe and grips it tightly. "I'm killing that snake!"

He won't lie to himself. As much as he would hate to admit it, some of his children do deserve a place in hell. But surely his children can change ... right? Cain certainly has changed for the better and Hannah ... he doesn't know why she is in hell but he's sure she has changed for the better too!

It was one thing that his kids had to suffer in hell but the fact that those three, were actively torturing and murdering them was too much. Cain and Hannah certainly didn't deserve it and he refuses to let this stand.
How can Eve kill the children that they raised together!?

AND ITS ALL LUCIFER'S FAULT!

He is going to make Lucifer pay!

But before he could unfurl his golden wings, Hannah runs up and hugs him from behind.
"Dad, no!" Hannah pleads, holding him tightly. "You can't fight them!"

"I can!" Adam protests.

"You won't win." Cain adds, grabbing onto his father's arm. "And it isn't worth it!"

"Not worth it!?" Adam's gaze snapped towards his son, a scowl etched across his face. "What do you mean!? She is literally killing off all of you!"

"We're can't die Dad!" Hannah shouts in response. "No matter how much the three of them try, they can't kill us! We will simply respawn the next day!"

"Respawn!?" Adam repeats. "That's what happens when you die down here!?"

"Yes, it is." Cain confirms.

"So everyone is -" Adam says before being cut off by Hannah.

"Yes Dad, everyone will be fine." Hannah lies. "Please Dad, don't fight this battle, you won't win."

Adam looked between his children, their pleading gazes tugging at his heart. He wants to argue, to point out that his kids shouldn't have to suffer through such an ordeal. That they shouldn't have to live with the constant fear of dying when they're already suffering as is.

But his kids were right.

He couldn't fight Lucifer and win.

But maybe ... maybe if he brought Hannah and Cain up to Heaven and showed Sera and the others that sinners can change, they might be willing to give his redemption idea from before a chance!

"I'm taking the two of you to Heaven with me!" Adam declares to the surprise of Cain and Hannah.

He raises his hand to try and open a portal to Heaven but fails to do so. His angelic power is still depleted and he hasn't recuperated enough to use it.

"Its okay. Let me rest up for a day and I should be able to open up a portal to Heaven." Adam suggests, a glimmer of hope filling his voice.

"We don't have that long Dad." Cain says, tightening his grip on his father's arm. "Mom and Lucifer are tearing the city apart looking for you and from the looks of it, this time they won't stop until they've turned over every stone."

"What do you mean?" Adam asks.

"We don't have long before they raze the city to the ground and make their way here." Cain explains. "We need to get you out of hell!"

"We'll have to wait, I don't have my powers back yet!" Adam reasons.

"There is another way!" Hannah explains. "There is the Heaven's embassy in the middle of the city!"

"An embassy?" Adam recalls to when he and Lute accidentally fell into hell. She had told him of the embassy before getting knocked out by Eve. He hadn't seen the building before either since Sera saved them in the nick of time.

"Yeah. It's the safest building in the whole city and their attacks does no damage to the building!" Hannah elaborates. "Only angels and people who are invited are allowed in to the embassy!"

She remembers helping Lute up to the door of the embassy and the doors opening to her surprise. She had thought to step in but decided against it, unsure if there were measures in place that would kill her for doing so.

...

But is she really going to let her father go? She finally had him back in her life and now he was already leaving.

There was so much she wanted to say to him.

So much she wanted to do with him.

She wants to hear him praise her.

She wants him to hold her.

...

But she loves her Dad!

She loves him enough to know he belongs in Heaven.

She is sure her mother will come after them soon.

And Hannah is spiteful and determined enough to make sure her mother never has him!

"Hannah?" Adam calls out.

Shaking her thoughts away, she forces a smile onto her face. "Right, sorry." She says as she looks up at her father. "We can lead you there!"

"I don't -" Adam is cut off when KeeKee who was still wrapped around his neck like a scarf lifted her tail in front of his face and pointed it towards the embassy.

Adam smiles and rubs the cyclopean cat's head. "Right, you can come with us too."

-

It took many hours before Uriel finally escaped the clutches of Emily and Jophiel. He had used the excuse that since the forest was so large, he needed to use the scrying orb once more to ascertain Adam's exact location, else they would be flying in circles.

Quickly returning to Heaven, Uriel made his way to the council chambers and was relieved to find the room still empty. He had half expected Sera to be waiting there but looks like luck was on his side.

Running up to the orb, he places his hand on it and channels his angelic power into it and wills it to show him where Adam was. The orb flickered and sparked, its surface rippling like water.

Uriel gritted his teeth as he poured even more power into it. His hands were shaking and his forehead was dotted with sweat.

"Where are you Adam!?" He growls as the surface of the orb ripples violently. "Come on, work!"

A smile overcame Uriel's expression when the image in the orb was starting to clear. But just as it did, he felt a hand clap down on his shoulder. The grip was hard, almost painfully so and his body tensed up.

"WHERE. IS. MY. SON. URIEL!?"

Turning around, Uriel's blood turned cold. There was Sera, towering over him, a furious scowl on her face and eyes all over her body directed at him, all filled with rage. She looked terrifying, her whole presence overwhelming and dominating.

"I -" Uriel stutters.

Sera doesn't give him a chance to speak and grabs him by the back of his throat before lifting him up and slamming his front hard against the scrying orb. The force of the impact made the orb shudder, and Uriel gasped in pain, his vision swimming. Sera's grip tightened around his throat, her eyes blazing with fury.

Uriel struggled against Sera's iron grip, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to pry her fingers from his throat. The pain from the impact with the scrying orb radiated through his body, but he couldn't focus on anything except the overwhelming presence of Sera before him.

"You dared to lie to me!" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Find my son! Now!"

Uriel's hands tremble as he tries to place them on the orb, fear overriding any desire he had to fight back. The orb flickers and sparks as he struggles to focus his magic on it.

Sera grip tightens around Uriel's neck as she grew impatient. "FIND HIM!" She orders.

The orb's surface soon ripples and an image of the Pride Ring appears. The image soon focuses on Adam and what Sera sees makes her drop Uriel in shock.

"HE'S IN HELL!?"

-

Eve's frustration was steadily growing as she and Lucy tore through the city, leveling anything and anyone in their way. They have destroyed over three quarters of the city, and have yet to find Adam. Lucy unleashes another wave of hellfire upon the city, burning away the buildings like paper, decimating the surrounding area and turning it into a sea of flames, but there was still no sign of Adam. Eve, panting and covered in sweat and blood, slashed through another group of fleeing sinners. She gritted her teeth, her eyes wild with rage and desperation.

"Where is he!?" Eve screams in frustration, her voice echoing across the ruined city. "Where are you Adam!?"

Her eyes scanned the ruins, hoping that somehow her husband would be among them.

She wants to see him again.

SHE NEEDS HIM!

"Why can't I find you Adam!?" She roars, her voice filled with anguish. "Where the fuck are you!?"

"I hate to say it Eve but -" Lucy starts.

"If you dare suggest he's not here, I'll -." Eve interrupts, her voice laced with venom.

"What the fuck are you two doing!?" Lilith screams, cutting Eve off as she flies over, her expression furious.

Lilith had recovered enough that she was able to fly without any issue and had returned to the city, only to find the devastation that Lucifer and Eve had wrought.

"We're finding Adam!" Eve snarls, her patience quickly reaching its limit. "Your vague ass location of "East" wasn't exactly helpful!"

"By destroying the city!?" Lilith retorts, landing beside Eve.

"It's fool-proof! We're flushing him out of wherever he is hiding!" Lucy chimes in. "Come on honey, help us out, we only have one section of the city left to raze."

Lilith shakes her head in disbelief at their actions. "And how has this worked out so far?"

"It hasn't!" Eve yells.

"You idiots!" Lilith scolds loudly. "While you're here destroying the city, have you given thought to the one building in all of hell that none on our attacks can penetrate? The only place an exhausted Adam may run to to contact Heaven!?"

Lucifer and Eve looked at each other, the answer coming to the both of them at the same time after a minute.

"THE HEAVEN'S EMBASSY!" They shout in unison.

"Yes, you two are such great detectives, you've solved the mystery." Lilith says sarcastically, clapping her hands mockingly.

"FUCK!" Eve roars, her hand grabbing the top of her hair and pulling it roughly.

"Let's go!" Lucifer yells but Lilith stops him.

"No. You continue and raze the rest of the city in the event Adam actually is hiding out somewhere instead of heading for the embassy." Lilith instructs. "I'll go with Eve to the embassy."

Lucy pouts. She didn't like that there was a chance she might miss out on seeing her bestie again but she trusted her wife's judgment. Besides, if Adam was still hiding in the city, she'll be the first to find him and it'll be all thanks to her fool-proof plan.

"Fine, fine, I'll finish up with the rest of the city." Lucy says.

"Come on Eve, let's go." Lilith calls, unfurling her wings.

Eve's wings were out in an instant and she shot off, the sound of the wind howling in her wake.

-

With more than half the city flatten or reduced to rubble, it was easy for Adam, Cain, Hannah and KeeKee to traverse and spot the embassy as it was the only building that continued to stand amongst the devastation. Opting not to use his wings and instead, Adam chose to walk with them to the embassy.

It was a a diamond in the rough, a stark contrast to the destruction that surrounded it. Its walls colored white and gold and built almost like a church. The clock face has a golden pentagram embossed on it and below it, was a clock that seemed to be counting down.

Countdown to what? Adam doesn't know.

But his children, the cyclopean cat wrapped around his neck and every sinner in hell knew what it was.

The countdown to the extermination.

Sounds of Lucy's rampant rampage continued to echo throughout the city, the sounds of explosions, walls crumbling, and screaming sinners ringing out. Adam quickened his pace as much as his legs would allow him, his eyes locked on the building in the distance.

"Watch out!" Cain yells as he pushes Adam and Hannah out of the way. A second later, several dark tentacles shot out from the ground beneath them and would have caught them if not for his quick thinking.

"Go!" Cain says, his eyes glowing bright as he summons his sword.

The tentacles writhed and snapped towards them, their ends covered with barbs and spikes. Cain swung his blade, cutting one in half and making it recoil.

Adam and Hannah scrambled to their feet, Adam's eyes wide with shock as he saw the tentacles retreat momentarily before lunging back. Cain fought them off valiantly, but more kept emerging from the ground, their sinister forms twisting and reaching towards the trio.

"Keep moving, Dad!" Cain shouted, his voice strained as he swung his sword in wide arcs. "I'll hold them off!"

Adam hesitated, glancing at his son with a mixture of pride and fear. KeeKee, sensing the urgency, tightened her grip on his neck and nudged him forward with her tail.

"Dad, we need to go!" Hannah urged, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the embassy.

With a reluctant nod, Adam followed, casting one last worried glance at Cain but his worry was soon replaced with pride when he saw his son slicing through the tentacles with ease.

"That's my boy!" Adam yells with pride.

-

Lilith felt her blood boil when this random man pushed Adam out of her tentacle trap. Her anger only grew as the man held his own against her, his sword cutting through her tendrils with ease. She had underestimated him and her frustration grew when she sensed Eve flying ahead, ignoring the unknown man.

"Damn it! Eve, wait!" Lilith shouted, but her voice was lost in the rush of Eve's wings. Eve was determined, her focus solely on reaching her husband, and nothing Lilith said could divert her now. With a frustrated sigh, Lilith turned her attention back to the man fighting off her tentacles.

Cain was relentless, his movements fluid and precise. Each swing of his sword sliced through the dark tendrils, causing them to recoil and dissolve into nothingness. He was giving his father and sister the time they needed to reach the embassy, but Lilith couldn't let that happen.

With a flick of her wrist, Lilith summoned more tentacles, thicker and more powerful than before. They erupted from the ground in a frenzy, aiming to overwhelm Cain. However, she couldn't keep this up for long. Just like Adam, her own dark magic was near depleted and her control over her magic was slipping.

Gritting her teeth, Lilith poured more of her power into her spell, the tendrils growing larger and more powerful. She was determined not to lose, not when she was so close.

-

Adam and Hannah sprinted towards the embassy, the pristine building growing larger with each step. They could hear the chaos behind them, the sounds of battle blending with the distant destruction caused by Lucy.

Racing up the steps to the building, the door seemed to glow as Adam neared it, sensing his divine power.

"ADAM!"

Adam stops dead in his tracks at the familiar voice of his little rib. Just a few more steps and he would have been inside the embassy. He turns around to see Eve, her eyes wild with desperation and her body covered in blood and grime. Her once beautiful face was twisted with rage and longing, a stark contrast to the memories he cherished.

She was closing the distance between them quickly, her wings carrying her through the air with a ferocious speed. Adam's heart beat faster, his mind racing with thoughts and feelings. He felt his own rage building within him as he recalls watching her devastate the very city they were in right now.

"DAD!"

But before he could act on impulse, Hannah pulls the him through the door of the embassy before slamming it shut. With the door now shut and the angel now inside, the door locks and the glow from it vanishes. Eve soon slams herself against the doors with a loud bang.

"No! NO!" Eve roars, pounding on the door with her fists.

"LET ME IN!"

"LET ME IN!"

"ADAM!"

Adam looks at the door, his mind swirling with emotions. He could feel his body shaking, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could hear her voice, pleading and desperate.

"Are you okay Dad?" Hannah ask as she watches her father stare at the door.

This was probably his last chance to talk to her.

To try and figure things out.

He was still angry.

He was still hurt.

And he loved her once.

"Please, Adam, your little rib needs you!" Eve cries out desperately.

He had made up his mind.

He approaches the door and looks her right in the eyes.

"Eve." Adam calls out gently.

"Adam." Eve replies lovingly.

Two once lovers locked in a silent battle of emotions, the barrier between them more than just a door. Eve's eyes, wild and pleading, bore into Adam's with a ferocity that sent shivers down his spine. He saw in them a mix of the woman he once loved and a stranger consumed by madness.

"Adam, please." Eve's voice cracked, the desperation seeping through her every word. "I need you."

Adam clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his composure. Memories of their life together flashed through his mind: the tender moments, the laughter, the love they shared. But now, those memories were tainted by the sight of her drenched in blood, tearing through a city like a vengeful goddess.

"You've changed, Eve." Adam finally spoke, his voice steady but filled with a deep sorrow.

"I had to Adam!" Eve replied, her tone sharp. "For you!"

"By killing our children! Our descendants!?" Adam snapped, his rage bubbling to the surface. "Why!?"

"Heaven was keeping you away from me Adam!" Eve shouts.

"So you thought killing people was the answer!? You killed our children Eve!" Adam roars, his body shaking.

"I didn't do that! Heaven fucking did!" Eve yells, referring to the exorcists and the exterminations. She couldn't believe how much of a hypocrite Adam was being when Heaven was the one killing them off permanently.

Adam looks at Eve in disbelief that she would blatantly lie to his face when the evidence was right in front of him. As if the fact that she wasn't covered in blood wasn't telling enough. Sure, they would respawn the next day if what Hannah told him was true but even that didn't give her the right to go around slaughtering them. She should be guiding them and teaching them to better!

"Don't lie to me! What about our son Nathan!?" Adam growls. "Yes, he was a thief and I'm sure he is in hell because he isn't in Heaven! I know, I checked! Does he deserve to die at your hands repeatedly for stealing!?"

"Nathan!?" Eve replies with a surprised tone. She remembers him dying during the early years of the exterminations so why would he bring him up now? She hadn't even started killing them at that time! "Nathan is -"

"And how many times have you killed me!?" Hannah snaps, interrupting her mother, stopping her from revealing more. "I have died so many times at your hands! All because you can't let go of the past! Can't let go of Dad!"

"Hannah, sweetie." Eve calls out in her motherly voice, trying to use her old ways to appeal to Adam. "It was all a misunderstanding."

"YOU FUCKING KILLED ME!" Hannah exclaims in anger.

"No, no, no! Hannah, listen." Eve coos, trying to calm her stupid daughter down from making her look worse in front of Adam. "I'm doing all this for you. For all of us. Don't you want your father in hell?"

"FUCK YOU!" Hannah shouts. During her early years in hell, it was a very tempting offer. But now? She wanted nothing more than to spite her mother.

"Dad, don't listen to her! She's crazy!" Hannah cries, grabbing her father's arm and trying to pull him away from the door.

Eve was panicking internally. Adam was so close and yet so far but now he was pulling away.

SHE'LL MAKE HANNAH PAY LATER!

SHE NEEDS ADAM NOW!

If reasoning wasn't going to win him over, than she will resort to using pity as a way to get him back. Adam always loved it when she played the perfect housewife.

Eve falls to her knees, pressing her body against the glass door as she continued to stare at Adam with tear stricken eyes.

"Adam, you've been away for so long." Eve says, her voice cracking with sadness. "Don't you miss your little rib?"

"Please, Adam." Eve's voice wavered, desperation and sorrow echoing through every syllable. Her hands pressed against the cold, unyielding surface of the embassy door. "I need you! I can't do this alone!"

Alone. A pain and fear Adam knew all too well.

"We promised to always be there for each other! In sickness and in health!" Eve pleads. "I love you Adam!"

Adam's heart wavered, torn between the love he once felt and the horrors he now saw. He looked into Eve's eyes, seeing not just the woman he once loved, but also the anguish and desperation that consumed her.

While Eve continued to bawl her eyes out, she was internally smiling as she watched the conflict within Adam's mind. She knew how much of a softie her husband was. A big old softie that can't turn away from someone in need.

SHE ALMOST HAS HIM!

Adam felt his heart aching, her words piercing his soul.

"Eve ..." Adam spoke, his voice low and thick with emotion.

Could it be possible? Is this the Eve that he remembered and loved? Could the blood soaked monster that wreaked havoc on the city just moments before truly be the same woman who comforted him through the countless nights?

The same woman who cradled their children with love and warmth?

Was there a chance for forgiveness?

If Cain and Hannah could change, why couldn't she?

Maybe this was her true self now calling out for help!?

...

He reaches for the door handle but Hannah grabs his hand, stopping him from opening the door.

"Dad, don't listen to her!" Hannah cries, her eyes wide with fear.

Eve continues to cry out loud but already started planning on how she was going to "punish" Hannah for being such a disobedient child.

"But she -" Adam wanted to reason but someone soon arrived to remind him of reality.

"BESTIE!" Lucy screams in joy as she lands beside Eve.

Eve's eyes snap towards the direction of the voice.

OH FUCK NO!

Lucifer flies to the door and slams herself against it, panting hard as she stared at her best friend, the tears running down her cheeks. "HEY! IT'S ME! LUCY!"

"LUCIFER!?" Adam yells in anger as he backed away from the door, his face scrunched up in disgust. . He quickly summons his golden axe into his hand, ready for combat but remembers that Lucifer can't get through those doors.

"Oh Adam! Fancy meeting you here!" Lucy chuckles. "Anyway bestie, I got something to tell you!"

...

"What?" Adam ask curiously.

"I'm sorry about ... Harver, was it?" Lucy says, trying to recall the name of that exorcist they killed in Egypt. "Well anyway, I've apologized so we can go back to the way things were!"

"You killed my daughter and you think we're okay!?" Adam growls, his grip on his axe tightening.

"Well, uh, yeah! I apologized, didn't I?" Lucy replies, confused. "Come on bestie! What more do you want!?"

Adam turns his attention back to Eve and points his finger at her, his expression hardening. "I was an idiot for even believing you! YOU LEFT ME FOR HIM! FOR LUCIFER!"

How could he forget that he just witnessed her and Lucifer destroying the city together like it was just another Tuesday for them!?

"No Adam, that was all a misunderstanding!" Eve tries to plead but she was losing Adam's interest.

"C'mon Adam, my promise from before still stands!" Lucy says in a happy tone. "You can have Lilith and Eve back as your wives and if you act now, I'll even be your wife!"

Adam looks at her in disgust.

"You son of a -" Adam was about to scold but Lucy cuts him off.

"How about a little girl on girl action right now to sweeten the deal eh!?" Lucy says as she presses her boobs against the door. "C'mon Eve, lets do it right now!"

"I fucking knew it! You are sleeping with him!" Adam accuses Eve.

"No Adam! I'm a -" Before he could hear the rest of her sentence, the glass door is enveloped in light and the glass darkens and all sound coming from outside was cutoff.

Turning around, he sees Sera standing behind with her hand raised.

"Mom?" Adam utters.

"Adam." Sera responds.

Sera was about to walk over and pull him into a hug until she suddenly felt somewhat uneasy. Looking around, she spots Hannah and assumes that it was because of the sinner present in the room. She narrows her eyes at Hannah who was cowering behind Adam.

Adam follows her gaze and quickly wraps his arms and wings around his daughter protectively.

"Mom, before you do anything. Please hear me out." Adam pleads.

"Adam, get away from that sinner." Sera demands.

"Please mom." Adam pleads. "She is my daughter! Your granddaughter! Just like Aclima."

Sera scoffs at the notion. She will never acknowledge someone like her to be her granddaughter. Someone that could potentially poison the purity of her Adam. But, she knows of Hannah. She was the one that helped Lute out back when she was a hostage in hell but regardless, Sera couldn't care less about Hannah's relation to Adam. Sinners are sinners regardless of the blood ties.

"Adam, move." Sera orders again, her eyes glowing.

"M-mom. Please." Adam pleads again, his tone begging her to listen. "You shot down my plans for redemption before but Hannah ... she changed! She can be redeemed! She is proof that its possible!"

Sera's expression softened slightly as she watched Adam plead. It hurt her to see her own son begging her to show compassion for a sinner but her resolve was not so easily shaken.

"Adam, I've already told you before." Sera states. "Hell is Forever."

"No! We can -" Adam tries to reason but Sera cuts him off.

"If she has truly changed for the better than why hasn't she been redeemed?" Sera asks, crossing her arms.

"Because ..." Adam racks his mind, trying to find an answer.

"The answer is simple Adam." Sera states in firm voice. "Redemption is impossible and Hannah never truly changed."

Adam looks to his daughter who was staring at him with wide fearful eyes.

"Hannah." Adam mutters. "Tell her you've changed. Tell her you don't belong in hell."

Hannah contemplates her next words carefully. If she tries to reason that she has changed, her father will defend her to the bitter end and most likely either get hurt doing so or end up in hell.

A fate he didn't deserve.

So in order to ensure his happiness.

She has to break his heart.

"Dad." Hannah begins, looking into her father's eyes. "I'm in hell because I'm a cheater like mom."

"Hannah ..." Adam utters in shock.

"I've slept with so many of my sister's husbands until the point that one of them got angry enough to murder me." Hannah continues. "I'm the reason some of them are even in hell! I drove them to it!"

"Don't say that Hannah!" Adam pleads, his voice cracking with emotion. "You've changed! You're married to Cain! You don't do that anymore."

Hannah's eyes fill with tears as she watches her father's heart break before her. She knows the truth cuts deep, but she believes it's the only way to protect him from further anguish. Adam stands there, stunned and devastated, grappling with the weight of his daughter's confession.

Funny how she promised she would take the sins she did in life to her grave before ever revealing it to her father but now, here she is, confessing it all to him in the afterlife.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Hannah whispers, her voice wavering. "I'm not a good girl."

Adam looks into her eyes. He wants to believe that she was lying, that she was just saying these things to protect him, but deep down, he knows the truth. The pain in her eyes is real, and he can feel the weight of her words crushing his hopes.

Taking a deep breath, Hannah puts the final nail in the coffin.

"While you were here Dad, I had thoughts of cheating on Cain with you."

"Hannah, please, stop." Adam begs, his heart aching with every word.

"It's the truth." Hannah sobs. "I've been thinking about it non-stop since you came to hell."

Sera watches the scene unfold with a mix of pity and resolve hardening her features. She sees this as confirmation of her belief — that redemption for someone like Hannah and all sinners are impossible.

They will never change.

She steps forward, intending to reinforce her stance, but Adam turns to her with desperation in his eyes.

"Please, Mom. Don't." Adam begs, his voice cracking. "Yes! Fine! She belongs in hell but ... don't kill her."

Sera's gaze softens. She sees the brokenness in his eyes, the pain of losing someone he loves. She has seen it many times before, and each time it breaks her heart.

"Okay Adam." Sera says softly, her voice wavering. "I promise I won't kill her."

Sera raises her hand and angelic light covers Hannah, intending to teleport her elsewhere.

"Wait, where are you sending her?" Adam asks, fearing the worst.

"Far away from the embassy." Sera responds. "I will keep my word. She won't die by my hands."

Adam nods and wraps his arms around his daughter, holding her close.

"I'm so sorry Dad." Hannah whispers, her voice thick with regret.

"Don't worry honey." Adam comforts with a weak smile. "Daddy will always love you, okay? Both you and Cain."

With one last glance at his daughter, Adam lets go.

Hannah vanishes, sent far away from the embassy.

But even with the sinner gone, Sera still felt uneasy, like as if there was a great power lurking nearby. Her senses were warning her of something powerful.

She looks over at Adam and finally spots the cyclopean cat wrapped around his neck. Its one eye staring up at her with an unsettling knowing gaze. As if daring her to make the wrong move.

There was something oddly familiar about its presence but Sera couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Adam. Take that "Cat" off of you." Sera says.

"Huh? Why?" Adam asks.

"Its ... unnerving." Sera responds. "Take it off."

"But I wanted to keep her as a pet. She's been really nice and friendly towards me." Adam replies.

"No Adam! That creature belongs in hell and its staying in hell!" Sera commands.

"But-"

"NO BUTS! TAKE IT OFF NOW!" Sera shouts, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Adam hadn't expected Sera to react this strongly against the cat, and while he was reluctant to let her go, he could feel the fear and urgency in her words. With a heavy sigh, Adam gently pries the cat off his neck and places her down on the floor. Sera acted immediately and teleported the cat far away.

With the source of her unease gone, she turns her attention back to her son.

"Mom, I -" Adam tries to say something but Sera pulls him to her and gives him the tightest hug she could muster, wings wrapping themselves around him like a protective cocoon.

"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

-

Cain had found fighting Lilith easier than expected.

Her movements were slow, her blows easy to dodge and block, and her overall performance was lackluster. It was almost as if she was a completely different person than the one he observed countless times before who rampaged throughout the city. He easily disarmed the whip she tried to use against him and the only reason that she is still standing now is that her dark magic was keeping him at bay.

Cain was tempted to ask her why she wasn't putting up more of a fight but he already knew the answer.

His Dad put her through the wringer.

Lilith staggered back, breathing heavily. Her eyes, once blazing with fury, now looked hollow. Cain could see the toll the previous battles had taken on her, the way her shoulders drooped, and the tremor in her hands.

"Enough!" Cain yells. "Give up!"

Lilith ignores him, her gaze unfocused.

Cain lunges at her, his blade ready. Lilith dodges his attack but she wasn't fast enough. Cain's swings his blade around and slashes it across her stomach area, leaving a deep gash.

In her rage at being made to bleed, she uses the last of her power to summon a large tentacle that slams into Cain's side, sending him sprawling across the ground. Pain radiated through his ribs, but he forced himself to stand, his determination unwavering. Cain's eyes locked onto Lilith as she stumbled, clutching her wound, the dark energy around her flickering like a dying flame.

"Cain!" Hannah calls out. "Let's go!"

Cain looks over his shoulder and sees Hannah standing in the distance. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should try and finish her off. But Lilith was already on her knees, clutching her wounds. There was no point in continuing the fight.

Even if he kills her now, she'll just respawn the next day.

What matters is that Hannah is safe which most likely meant Dad was safe too. There was no need to prolong the fight and risk injury or death.

Cain runs over to Hannah and the two quickly made their way back home.

"Dad?" Cain asks.

"Safe, in the embassy." Hannah responds.

"Guess we aren't getting into Heaven huh?" Cain sighs.

"Doubtful." Hannah laughs. "You should have seen the angel that came to pick up Dad. I'm sure she would have killed me if Dad wasn't there."

"Heh, Aclima owes us big for this." Cain chuckles.

"Oh yeah." Hannah giggles. "Big time."

The two of them raced on home. While disappointed that they weren't able to go to Heaven with their father, they were glad to have reunited him even if it was for a short while.

-

"Well ... that could have gone better." Lucy huffs as she sits down next to Eve.

Eve remains silent, her eyes closed and her head bowed.

"Come on, don't give me the silent treatment." Lucy groans.

"What is wrong with you!?" Eve suddenly screams, her voice filled with anger and sorrow. "Why did you do that!? Do you know what you have done!?"

"Uhh ... help you try and seduce Adam to our side?" Lucy shrugs.

"You've made it worse!" Eve cries. "Again!"

"Oh, come on!" Lucy chuckles. "How was I suppose to know he was one of those people who didn't like girl on girl action?"

"You son of a -!" Eve yells, pushing herself up, she catches Lucifer off guard with a headbutt, knocking the devil back.

"Hey, ow! What the fuck!?" Lucy exclaims, rubbing her head.

"How could you be so stupid!?" Eve yells.

"Stupid!? I'm trying to help you, you know!" Lucy retorts.

"By making my husband think I'm a cheater and a whore!?" Eve screams. "How the fuck is that helping me!?"

"Cheater!?" Lucy shouts, offended. "Who said anything about cheating!?"

"YOU DID!" Eve screeches. "YOU SAID WE SHOULD DO GIRL ON GIRL ACTION!"

"Yeah, but -"

"YOU IMPLIED WE WERE DOING IT!" Eve screams.

"No, that's not -"

"YOU SAID IT!" Eve interrupts. "NOT ME! YOU FUCKING SAID IT!"

Lucifer stares at her, speechless.

Eve glares at her, tears in her eyes.

Lucy sighs and runs a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. "Okay, okay, maybe it was a bad idea. But I was just trying to think outside the box!"

"Outside the box!?" Eve scoffs. "You threw the box out the window and set it on fire!"

"Yes, like I admitted earlier, that could have gone better." Lucy say, her voice softening. "But yelling at me isn't going to fix it."

Eve needed to release her frustration but currently, Pentagram City was reduced to rubble and almost all the sinners are dead. Which left her with only with one target and one very frustratingly indestructible building.

"Eve?" Lucy calls out, her tone gentle.

Eve's arms shoots out and grabs Lucy by her collar. With a firm grip on Lucy's collar, Eve slams her hard against the embassy building wall and growls.

"STOP RUINING MY LIFE!"

-

With her son safely secured, she teleports the both them back to Heaven, to the mansion where everyone was waiting with worried looks and bated breath for his safe return.

"They didn't hurt you did they!?" Sera asks, running her hands all over her son's body, looking for any injuries.

"Lilith got a few good hits in but overall, I'm fine." Adam says, a little embarrassed.

Sera hugs him tightly again, relieved to have her son back in her arms. Adam gently pats his mother's back, comforted by her embrace. He looks around the room, meeting the relieved gazes of the others who almost immediately charged forward to hug him in relief.

"I was so worried!" Emily cries out.

"Are you okay Sir!?" Lute ask with concern.

"You had us all worried!" Aclima say with relief.

"Never do that again!" Jophiel states.

"We thought we had lost you!" Malenia adds.

"I'm okay guys. Don't worry." Adam assures before taking on a somber expression. "But hell ..."

Everyone looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant by that.

"The exterminations." Adam mutters, looking down.

Sera eyes immediately widen and she looks to Malenia, Aclima and Lute. Their own expression mirroring her own concerns.

HAD THE HELL TRIO TOLD HIM ABOUT THE EXTERMINATIONS!?

Adam turns to face Aclima, his gaze intense and his expression hard.

"Did you know about it Aclima?" Adam ask.

"I, uh ..." Aclima stammers nervously. "Know what?"

"Hannah and Cain told me ..." Adam begins, his voice low and serious.

Aclima was now feeling very unsure of herself. Wondering if her father had truly discovered the truth about the exterminations and is just waiting to hear the words out of her mouth. Her mind races, wondering if she should blurt out the truth or keep denying it.

"Exterminations?" Emily ask. "What's happening in hell?"

"The Exterminations." Adam growls. "They told me Eve, Lilith and Lucifer are killing my children, my descendants, whenever they just felt like it! And apparently, since sinners can not truly die and respawn the next day, they just keep killing them!"

Sera, Malenia, Aclima and Lute released a collective sigh of relief.

Adam doesn't know about the exterminations.

"Hannah and Cain? You have to tell me how they're doing later." Aclima says with a smile, trying her best to make sure he doesn't revisit the extermination topic.

Sera finally released Adam from the hug and stood back up.

"Alright, I'm going to go have a talk with Uriel." Sera informs.

Adam smiles, happy that Uriel seems to be covering for him.

"And I'll be back for you later." Sera says sternly, pointing her finger at Adam.

Adam's smile falters.

Sera soon disappears with a flash of light, leaving Adam to wondering what his punishment will be later.

"I heard you fought the bitch queen Sir!" Lute beams. "What happened!?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe it!" Adam retells his encounter. "I encounter her in the library and the first thing she does is kiss me! Like why would you -"

"What did you just say?" Emily says with a look of disbelief.

"She kissed me." Adam says, confused.

"Kissed?" Aclima questions.

"On the lips?" Jophiel asks, horrified.

"... Yeah." Adam replies.

Everyone stares at him, their eyes wide and their jaws slack.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Adam asks, suddenly feeling self conscious.

HE IS UNCLEAN!

The five women faced each other and gave a nod. Jophiel moves to the door and locks it, sealing the entrance and exit of the room, no one was to disturb them. Malenia draws the curtains close, covering the windows and preventing anyone from peering inside. Lute and Aclima stand before Adam and Emily, making sure he won't run off.

"Wha -"

Before Adam can get a word in, they descend on him.

"UNCLEAN!"

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Year 0

Chapter 78: Guys Night Out

Summary:

A nice wholesome chapter of a boy's night out.

Notes:

Thank you all for reading and commenting thus far.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

For those wondering who Malachi is, he is a seraphim from MalaMari's fic "First Man Down"

It's a great read and I highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't read it.

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Chapter Text

Year 0

Adam doesn't know if he should be happy or sad. Ever since his impromptu trip with Uriel, Sera now has pockets of his daughters scattered all around Heaven. Instead of them routinely patrolling Heaven, they are now stationed at every junction, corner and street, and there is also another group watching the mansion.

Any street he does down or any corner he turn at, he is sure to bump into a group of his daughters. It got to the point where he no longer feels surprised by it.

He wonders if this was too much but seeing his daughters on the streets, waving and smiling at him makes him happy. Even the winners seemed happy to interact with them, asking questions with their curiosity stemming from the fact that all of his daughters look identical to each other with the exception of Vaggie.

In fact, ever since his daughters were placed around Heaven, they have been very helpful with matters regarding the winners. From helping the lost to escorting the new arrivals to their homes and giving tours around the place. They were very helpful and he was proud of their efforts.

Though he did have to talk Sera out of having another group designated to following him around Heaven. Lute, Aclima and now Vaggie was already enough with the bonus of having Jophiel ... stalking him every now and again. He doesn't know why she kept up the habit since he felt their relationship has improved significantly, but it was something she was insistent on continuing.

Overall, he is happy with the changes.

...

Still, he would like a guys night out.

He has been surrounded by women for as long as he could remember and while he is not against it, he was curious how a guy's night out would be like.

Maybe a beer, some food?

...

Sounds like a regular day now.

...

Time for an adventure!

-

"Where are we going Dad?" Vaggie ask as she clung to his back with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I'm having a guys night out and I'm out to get those guys!" Adam says.

"But I'm a girl." Vaggie points out.

"Don't care. You're coming with me." Adam chuckles.

Vaggie wonders if she should be offended, but seeing her dad happy like this was enough to make her feel otherwise. Besides, being seen as one of the boys made her feel special and she gets to spend more time with her Dad.

SUCK IT LUTE!

She tightens her grip on him as he starts heading towards the city, passing by groups of her sisters that were patrolling the streets.

"Hi Dad!"

"Love you Dad!"

"Why does Vaggie get piggyback rides!"

Adam laughs, feeling the love and warmth from his daughters. He can't help but smile, glad to have so many loving people around him.

...

Abel would have loved it.

-

Despite being an Heaven, Seth still found it rewarding to continue being a shepherd and working on a farm. The sheep were well behaved and didn't give him too much trouble, and he always finds joy in caring for the animals. With various types of animals under his charge, he can say that his life is pretty fulfilling.

The benefit of living this sort of life guarantees him and his wife the freshest ingredients and produce for their daily wants. The eggs are always fresh, the meat is always juicy, and the milk is always rich and creamy. It was a great way of living and he couldn't ask for more.

The animals loved him and he in turn loves them. They are his friends, his family and his charges. He loves caring for them, watching them grow and playing with them.

As he makes his way to the barn door exit carrying a bucket of milk that will be used in making cheese and butter, he wonders what Azura would be cooking up for dinner tonight.

"HEY SETH!" Adam and Vaggie shout in unison as he opened the barn doors.

"AAAH!" Seth screams, the bucket of milk flying out of his hand and spilling across the floor.

"Ha! Never fails!" Adam excitedly says as he raises his hand to Vaggie who happily gives him a high five.

"Dad? Vaggie?" Seth mutters, trying to calm his racing heart.

"My boy, how are you!?" Adam ask with a wide smile.

"G-good." Seth responds, still trying to calm his racing heart.

"Cool, anyway, I've already talked to Azura and I'm taking you away for the day." Adam says.

"Wait, what?" Seth questions.

"We're going to go out and have a guys night out." Adam explains.

...

Seth gives his father an incredulous look, wondering if he was actually serious.

"But Dad, Vaggie is a girl." Seth points out.

"And?" Adam asks, shrugging his shoulders.

"And she's with us." Seth says.

"Yup!" Adam chirps. "Look, your grandma already said I had to take one of the three wherever I go and Vaggie is cool. Ain't that right Vaggie!?"

"Hell yeah Dad!" Vaggie cheers.

"That's my girl!" Adam says, turning his head to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Seth continues staring at his father, dumbfounded.

"Don't look at me like that Seth." Adam says with a frown. "I want a guys night out."

Seth simply sighs and just accepts his father's invitation. He knew better than to argue against him when it came to his Dad adventures.

"Just let me change first." Seth says.

-

With his first target secured, the three of them made their way over to find their resident Angel of Wisdom.

"Hey Uri-" Adam calls out before having the door slammed in his face.

"Well, that could have gone better." Seth chimes in. "You truly have a way with people Dad."

"It's the charm." Adam says confidently, his tone light and playful. "Just so you know, you inherited that charm from me."

"I'm happy with just Azura, thank you very much." Seth replies.

Undeterred, Adam raises his fist to the door once more.

"Dad, I don't think that's a good idea." Vaggie says as her father began knocking on the door. "I think the poor guy is traumatized after last time."

"It'll be fine. Uriel loves me." Adam assures.

After knocking for a minute, Uriel voice came through the door loud and clear.

"No." Uriel immediately states.

"What?" Adam asks.

"Absolutely not." Uriel says, his tone final.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." Adam replies.

"I do." Uriel answers.

"How would you even -"

"Because it's you!" Uriel shouts. "So the answer is no!"

"Come on!" Adam groans. "It's a guys night out!"

"Ask Michael!" Uriel replies. "I know for a fact that he won't say no!"

"I don't wanna!" Adam whines. "He may be a guy now but that can quickly change when he drinks!"

"Then have a guy's night out. By yourselves." Uriel answers. "I'm not covering you for anything! I've still got paperwork and bruises in places I didn't know I had."

"I swear, this time its in Heaven!" Adam states.

"No!" Uriel firmly reject him.

"Fine, you leave me no choice Uri!" Adam exclaims.

Leaning against the door, Uriel hears Adam snapping his fingers before a long silence followed. He was about to resume his work when the silence was broken by a sound he was all too familiar with.

...

"Are ... are you seriously cooking outside my door right now!?" Uriel asks, his voice clearly agitated.

"Yep." Adam says. "It's almost time for lunch and we need to eat."

"You can't be serious!" Uriel shouts.

"We're hungry." Adam replies. "Right guys?"

"I'm peckish." Vaggie muses.

"I'm not really -" Seth says before Adam raises his hand and covers his mouth.

"Like I said, we're all hungry." Adam declares.

"There are restaurants everywhere you can eat at!" Uriel points out.

"Yeah but I'm making food here." Adam says. "In fact, I feel quite the hankering for a nice grilled cheese sandwich."

...

"No, absolutely not!" Uriel snaps.

"Bread, cheese, bacon and my latest addition." Adam teases. "Pepperoni."

...

"A little more salt." Adam says to himself.

Uriel listens as the sound of sizzling oil fills the air, his mouth begins to salivate.

"Just a bit more and then I'll add the cheese." Adam adds.

Uriel brings his thumb to his mouth and bites down, trying his best to keep himself calm.

"Oh, that smells good." Vaggie comments.

"The technology in Heaven is just amazing ain't it?" Seth asks.

"It is ain't it." Adam agrees. "Did you know I spent weeks naming everything in Heaven?"

"You did!?" Vaggie and Seth exclaim.

"Yup." Adam says. "Everything was named in the angelic language so it was up to me to name the things in English. From the buildings, to the kitchen appliances, and those computers in the office buildings. You name it and I probably named it. And if it wasn't me, it was probably Aclima."

"Wow Dad, I didn't know that." Vaggie says.

"Well, now you do." Adam smiles.

Uriel listens in and begins hearing the sound of cheese melting and sizzling in the pan. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on his breathing, but he soon realizes his efforts were in vain when the smell of bacon and pepperoni filled the air. Sure, he could simply teleport away but the smell alone had him rooted in place.

"Look at that cheese melt." Seth comments. "Is it ready Dad!?"

"Almost." Adam answers. "Got to get that prefect golden brown."

"I can't wait to eat." Vaggie says excitedly.

Uriel's stomach growls, betraying his resolve. He could feel his strength leaving him as his willpower slowly erodes away.

"Ah, that's just perfect." Adam sighs.

The sounds of a plate being set and the smell of the cooked food wafted through the door.

"Damn, I think I made too much." Adam chuckles.

"Oh, I think I can take that off your hands." Vaggie offers.

Uriel slams open the door, surprising the trio.

"GIVE ME THAT!" Uriel snaps as he swipes the plate of food out of Vaggie's hands.

Uriel stands in the doorway, the plate clutched tightly in his hands. The sandwich, golden brown and glistening with melted cheese, looks irresistible. He takes a hesitant bite, and his senses are immediately overwhelmed.

The crunch of the toasted bread gives way to the gooey, creamy texture of perfectly melted cheese. It's a rich blend of sharp cheddar and buttery mozzarella, creating a harmonious dance of flavors on his palate. The smokiness of the bacon adds a savory depth, while the pepperoni introduces a subtle spiciness that tingles his taste buds.

Each bite brings a new wave of pleasure as the different components meld together. The saltiness from the bacon and pepperoni is balanced by the mild, creamy cheese, and the crispy bread provides a satisfying contrast to the gooey filling. Uriel closes his eyes, savoring every moment, his irritation forgotten in the face of such culinary delight.

"Heh, works like a charm. Every time." Adam chuckles.

"... That was evil Dad." Vaggie states, her eye wide in surprise.

"It's called tactics. T-a-c-t-i-c-s." Adam emphasizes.

"It's called manipulation. M-a-n-i-p-u-l-a-t-i-o-n." Uriel counters.

"Whatever, now that you've eaten the food, you're coming with us." Adam says.

"What?" Uriel mutters with a mouthful of food.

"Guys night out!" Adam proclaims.

"I said no!" Uriel protests.

"Nope, you already ate the food, you're coming along." Adam argues.

...

"I hate you so much." Uriel mutters.

"Love you too buddy." Adam replies.

With the gang now assembled, Adam had one final member of their team to grab and with luck on his side, it will be relatively easy.

-

Malachi felt a chill run down his spine and he knew why.

"Adam." Malachi mutters.

He had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling.

And that bad feeling was confirmed when the doors to his office suddenly burst open.

"Malachi!" Adam calls out in a sing-song voice.

Malachi sighs and simply pinches the bridge of his nose. He hates it whenever Adam visits. More often than not, his cassock is usually stained with the fluids of the opposite sex and he smells like it too.

"What is it now Adam?" Malachi ask, his voice sounding tired. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"CHILL MALACHI! I'm having a guys' night out and you're a guy." Adam says. "So, you're coming."

"No." Malachi immediately replies. "I've got work to do."

"Come on! It's just one day." Adam urges.

"No." Malachi replies, his tone firm.

"Why not?" Adam whines.

"Because I'm a busy person." Malachi answers.

"Yeah right." Adam scoffs. "I know for a fact that all you do is stare at my descendants all day you creep."

"It's not like that and you know it!" Malachi retorts. "I'm -"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Adam quips. "You're "Heaven's observer"."

Malachi opens his mouth to reply, but Adam cuts him off.

"Look, you're the only one left and it'll be fun." Adam says. "And besides, you need a break. My descendants won't go extinct while you're not looking."

"No." Malachi states firmly.

"Please." Adam begs, clasping his hands together.

"..."

"Pretty please." Adam continues, in a higher pitch.

"No." Malachi responds.

Adam sighs. Malachi wasn't as easy to get out like the others who he can tempt with food and drink.

However, he knew the clean freak's weakness.

Pulling out a long pill shape bottle, he holds it up to Malachi who stares at it with a questioning look.

"This." Adam says.

"What is it?" Malachi asks, narrowing his eyes.

"A glitter bomb." Adam answers. "I throw this and it explodes and rains glitter everywhere. Would be a shame if I threw this inside your office now would it."

"..."

"I'll throw it if you don't come with me." Adam warns.

"I'm going." Malachi immediately answers. "But no touching of any form!"

"Promise!" Adam says excitedly.

-

With his crew assembled they headed back to Seth's place where Adam had gotten Azura to prepare horses for them to ride prior to their arrival.

"All right, everyone mount up!" Adam said with a broad grin, gesturing to the beautiful horses Azura had prepared for them. The animals stood tall and majestic, their coats gleaming under the heavenly light.

Vaggie, still clinging to Adam's back, laughed. "Can I ride with you, Dad?"

"Of course, Vagasaurus." Adam said, setting her down gently.

"Horseback riding?" Malachi ask. "Why?"

"Why not?" Adam retorts.

"We can fly." Malachi says, stating the obvious.

"Yes, but riding horses through the valleys of Heaven has its own charm." Adam explained, patting the neck of his own chestnut stallion. "It's about the journey, not the destination."

Seth mounted his own horse, a sturdy bay gelding, and looked over at his father. "Where exactly are we heading?"

"Into the valleys," Adam replied. "Just imagine the rolling hills, the pristine streams, the gentle breeze ... it's going to be amazing."

Uriel hesitated but finally approached a sleek black stallion, his expression a mixture of reluctance and resignation. "I can't believe I'm doing this." he muttered.

Malachi, still grumbling under his breath about the absurdity of the situation, mounted a white stallion with an air of resignation. It was a fortunate thing that he has no issues with regards to animals. "Let's just get this over with."

Adam, soon helps Vaggie on to the chestnut stallion before getting on himself, sitting behind her as she holds the reigns. "Now, let's ride!"

As they set off, the group quickly found their rhythm, the horses' hooves thudding softly against the celestial ground. The landscape of Heaven unfolded before them, with verdant valleys stretching as far as the eye could see. Soft, golden light bathed everything in a serene glow, making the journey feel almost dreamlike.

Adam led the way, his laughter echoing through the valleys as he chatted with Vaggie and the others. Seth rode close by, occasionally glancing around with a contented smile. Uriel, despite his earlier reluctance, began to relax, the beauty of their surroundings slowly winning him over.

Even Malachi, who had been the most reluctant to join, seemed to be loosening up. He watched the scenery with a contemplative expression, occasionally nodding to himself as if in approval.

They rode through meadows filled with flowers of every color, their fragrance filling the air. Birds sang melodious tunes, and small, gentle animals occasionally appeared, watching the group with curious eyes. Streams of crystal-clear water crossed their path, their soft murmuring adding to the peaceful ambiance.

"Look at that," Seth said, pointing to a distant waterfall that cascaded down a hillside, its waters sparkling in the sunlight. "It's beautiful."

"One of my favorite spots," Adam replied. "We can stop there for a break."

Reaching the waterfall, they dismounted and let their horses graze nearby. Adam spread out a blanket he had brought along, and they all settled down to rest. Vaggie leaned against her father's shoulder, content and happy.

"This is nice." Uriel admitted, taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air. "I could get used to this. Sure beats the paperwork Sera saddled me with."

"See? I told you," Adam said with a grin. "Sometimes you just need to take a step back and enjoy the simple things."

Malachi, who had been quiet for most of the ride, finally spoke up. "I suppose there's something to be said for moments like this. A chance to recharge and appreciate the beauty around us. Though, I don't really care for all these ... insects."

Malachi eyes an anthill nearby with disgust, his feathers bristling slightly.

"Insects are a vital part of the ecosystem, Malachi," Adam chided.

"Yes, well, they can stay in the ecosystem." Malachi said, his lip curling. "Just keep them away from me."

Vaggie giggled, and Seth shot him an amused look.

"Fine, fine," Adam said, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "We'll keep the bugs away from you, you big baby."

After their break, they continued their ride, exploring more of the breathtaking landscape. The valleys seemed to stretch on forever, each turn revealing new wonders and hidden gems. They laughed, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company, the bonds between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

By the time they returned to Seth's farm, the sun had already set and the moon had taken its place, casting a moonlight glow over the fields. They dismounted and took a moment to appreciate the view.

"Thank you, Dad." Seth said, looking at Adam with genuine gratitude. "This was an amazing day."

"Yeah, thanks, Dad." Vaggie added, hugging him tightly.

Uriel and Malachi both nodded in agreement, their earlier reservations long forgotten.

"You're welcome." Adam replied, his heart feeling full. "See, my adventures weren't so bad!"

"To be fair, we never went to Earth." Uriel points out.

"I would but Malachi would probably die from disgust." Adam quips.

Malachi's eyes twitch. "I can see why. You mortals are disgusting."

"Says the pervert." Adam muses.

"IT'S MY JOB!" Malachi snaps.

"Sure Malachi, sure." Adam smiles before turning to Vaggie. "C'mon Vaggie, lets head home."

Presenting his back to her, Vaggie eagerly climbs on and clings onto him.

"Bye Seth, bye Uriel, bye Malachi." Vaggie waves.

"See ya Dad!" Seth waves as the two leave.

-

Roo feels her time to be reunited with her son should be coming soon.

Perhaps in a millennium or two.

"Soon." Roo whispers. "Soon my son will join us and we'll be a family."

"Please ... let me go." A man pleads as he sits in a cage made of dark magic.

Roo's eyes turn towards the cage and she gives the man a gentle smile.

"Oh no, why would I ever let my grandson go?" Roo laughs. "We are a family Abel."

Abel gulps, trying to squeeze himself into the far corner of the cage, as far away as he could from Roo.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you and your sister well. We'll be a family. I have so many great things planned for you." Roo says, her voice taking on a strange, almost manic edge. "Isn't that right, Aclima."

"How many times do I have to tell you!" A woman in a similar cage next to Abel's yells out. "My name is Harper!"

"That may be, but my son's favorite daughter is Aclima so I think the name change should suit. I want him as comfortable as possible for when he arrives." Roo says. "Besides, you already have the look."

Harper couldn't believe the situation she was in. When Lilith had stabbed her knife into her, she felt the darkness from her magic infect her very soul. She thought it was the end.

Then, she felt herself being pulled and her mind went blank.

When she awoke, she was in the same cage, waking up next to an unknown man who seemed to be in a similar situation to her. Though, the man she later learned was named Abel, had been here long before she arrived. It was hard to tell how much time had passed for it was pure darkness wherever they were.

She wasn't sure how much of herself has changed but to her relief, from what she can feel with her hands, there was only two small horns protruding from her head.

The only reason she and Abel hadn't gone mad this whole time was because they had each other to talk to. Frankly, it's a miracle they both even made it this far.

Abel told her of his death. How when he died, he felt his soul ascending upwards before suddenly falling downwards, like as if he was rejected. He saw the floor of hell quickly rising to meet him but a black hole quickly opened before him and he landed in this cage and has been trapped ever since.

When Harper tried to kill herself, Abel warned her against it, telling her that it was futile as they would simply respawn and that the act alone angers Roo greatly. And when she is angry, the cages around them grow smaller.

That didn't stop Harper from trying though. She refused to be used as some tool that could be used to drag her father into hell!

So she did what she could. Through sheer force of will, she bit her tongue off and simply bled to death. However, the next day, she awoke and found her tongue had grown back. Not only that, her cage had shrunk to the point she could barely move and Roo kept it that way for months.

After that, she stopped trying, accepting her fate.

But, thoughts of her father and talking to Abel were the only things that kept her sane. How Abel manage to stay sane this whole time alone was beyond her.

"Fret not you two, my son will arrive soon and you two will no longer need to be in cages." Roo reassures.

"When will this nightmare end?" Abel mutters.

"Once my son joins us, our family will be complete." Roo answers.

"We're not your family!" Harper snaps. "You may look like my grandma but you're not her!"

"Of course I am. After all, you are a descendant of my son. Which makes you two my favorite grandson and granddaughter. It's only natural." Roo reasons as she caressed Harper's cheek.

Harper's teeth clench in anger and frustration, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and despair.

"What do you want with my Dad anyway?" Abel asks.

"He's my son. Isn't that enough?" Roo ask, looking at Abel with a motherly gaze.

"Sera would never treat us like this!" Harper shouts.

Harper suddenly feels herself being blown back, her back slamming against the bars of the cage and her eyes widen in shock and pain.

"Harper!" Abel shouts in concern.

"Never say that name again." Roo orders, her eyes darkening as shadows begin to seep from her body. "Do not dare compare me to that failure of a mother."

Roo takes a deep breath, calming herself down.

"And that is why you two will remain in your cages until I know I can trust you." Roo coos. "Please don't make me hurt you Aclima."

"My name ... is Harper." Harper chokes out.

Roo looks to Harper with disappointment before showing her a small smile.

"Fortunately, I have time to correct that mindset of yours."

Notes:

Abel x Harper anyone?

Hope you all have read my new AU, Beyond Paradise: The Canon Adventure

Chapter 79: Welcome to Heaven!

Summary:

Heaven's new Gatekeeper

Notes:

Thank you all for reading and commenting thus far!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

For those still unaware, there is an AU of this fic that branches off after Chapter 69 ( • ᴗ - ) ✧.

Beyond Paradise: The Canon Adventure --> https://archiveofourown.to/works/57317374/chapters/145802233

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

64 A.D

Scattering Adam's daughters around Heaven had been a great idea. Ever since she implemented it, Adam had not gone on any impromptu adventures and has since spent a majority of his time interacting with his daughters which thanks to being numerous in number, kept him busy.

But Sera wasn't satisfied. Between her council work, managing the winners and looking after Adam, Sera wished to offload some of her work so she could focus more of her attention on Adam. If she could just drop the title of High Seraphim and maybe make a new title of First Man Caretaker, that would be ideal.

Always by Adam side.

ENSURING HE NEVER LEAVES HEAVEN!

Sadly, that isn't possible.

Sera rubbed her temples, her eyes narrowing at the endless requests piling up on her desk. Each parchment felt like a chain, binding her away from Adam. On top of all that, she also had to greet her fair share of newly arrived winners.

The responsibilities of a High Seraphim were overwhelming, and she felt the weight of each decision pressing down on her. She sighed, rubbing her temples.

Normally, Emily was the one to handle the winners and their requests but with the ever increasing amount of new winners, even she was starting to have a hard time.

Leaving her office to take a break, Sera walked the streets of Heaven, her mind wandering as she tried to figure out a solution to her problem. She passed the gardens and the fountains, nodding to the seraphim, cherubim and exorcists she encountered along the way. Passing by the gates of Heaven, she was startled when a loud voice boomed from beyond the gates.

"Wow! I'm in Heaven!" The man yells in excitement. "I made it!"

Peering through the gates, Sera sees a rather petite, pale-skinned slim man with curled and short pale-blonde hair, strolling up to the gates. The man soon took notice of Sera and waves to her with a wide grin.

"Hi, I'm Simon!" The man greets cheerfully. "Perhaps you have heard of my work down on Earth, spreading the word of Heaven!"

...

Looking at this man, Sera gets an idea.

There was nothing against the rules about winners taking on roles to support Heaven.

If they so choose of course.

"Ah, yes, we have been waiting for you. Greetings Simon, I am Sera, the Head Seraphim." Sera says, giving the man a smile. "Your work on Earth has truly been commendable."

"Oh my! The Head Seraphim herself is greeting me!" Simon says, his eyes sparkling. "You've heard of me!?"

"Indeed." Sera lies. "We are honored to have someone like you as a winner."

Simon blushed at the praise. "Thank you, I did what I could."

"So much so that we would like to bestow upon you a role of utmost importance." Sera says with a sly smirk. "A role that plays a crucial part in Heaven."

"A crucial part?" Simon ask, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

"Indeed, we would like you to be Heaven's Gatekeeper!" Sera proudly announces.

"Me?!" Simon says in excitement.

"Indeed." Sera said, giving the man a solemn nod. "You will stand at the gates of Heaven and welcome the worthy souls into our eternal paradise."

"Wow!" Simon exclaims.

"But, of course, feel free to reject if you don't believe yourself to be up for the task." Sera adds.

"No! I will do it!" Simon declares.

All his life, Simon had sought purpose, and now he felt like he had finally found it. To be Heaven's Gatekeeper was an honor beyond his wildest dreams. He straightened his posture, ready to take on this new role with all the enthusiasm he had shown on Earth.

"I am glad to hear that." Sera raises her hand and soon, a podium appears in front of the gates of Heaven along with a rather large book. "This will be your station Simon."

"What's that book?" Simon asks.

"Why, it's a list of all the worthy souls." Sera says.

Simon's eyes widen in disbelief. "That big book lists all the souls in the world?"

"Yes, now come. Let me teach you how to use it."

Sera explains the different categories and the importance of their names. Simon takes in the information like a sponge, determined to learn the ins and outs of his new job. In less than an hour, Simon has a good grasp on his duties, and Sera couldn't be happier.

With Simon now taking on her duties with regards to winners, that meant more time she could dedicate to Adam.

Watching him.

Loving him.

Caring for him.

"Now that you've been instructed, I'll leave you to your duties." Sera says, turning to leave.

"Do I get a special title!?" Simon asks, looking at Sera hopefully.

Sera pauses, mulling over the idea.

"Of course." Sera hums, anything to keep this man happy. "Simon, as the new Gate Keeper of Heaven, I bestow upon you the title of -"

Sera raises her hands and light from the sky shines down upon Simon, giving the man a sense of awe and wonder.

"Saint Peter!" Sera declares.

The title held no meaning but to Simon, it was the best thing he has ever received.

"Saint Peter..." Simon whispers, savoring the words.

Sera smiled, satisfied that the man was pleased.

"Yes, Saint Peter. In our angelic language, Peter means rock and just like a rock, you will stand at that podium, unmoving and steadfast in your duty."

"I won't let you down!" Simon, no, Peter promises.

"And one more thing." Sera says. "There is one duty you have that takes priority above all else."

"There is?" Peter ask, curious that there is something so important that it took precedence over the winners as a whole.

"Eventually, you will meet the First Man Adam." Sera says before narrowing her eyes at him, a telling sign of how serious this matter was. "He is NEVER to leave Heaven without my permission. Understood?"

Peter felt a chill rundown his spine. The chilling words warning him that failure will not be tolerated.

"Loud and clear." Peter says with a nod.

Sera gives him a nod in return and leaves the man to his new post, her mind already focused on Adam and the rest of her responsibilities.

Peter stared at the book in his hands, a look of determination on his face. He had a lot of work ahead of him, but he would do his best.

He couldn't wait to meet the worthy souls and welcome them into Heaven.

...

And what better way to greet newcomers than through -

SONG!

-

Walking by the gates of Heaven with Lute beside him, Adam was surprised to see someone new standing by the Gates of Heaven. The sight of the new gatekeeper intrigued Adam, who hadn't seen any changes at the gates before. Curious, he approached the man, noting his enthusiastic demeanor and the large book in his hands.

"Hello there." Adam greeted, his voice warm and friendly. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Adam."

"Adam! As in the First Man Adam!" Peter says, enthusiastic at the the idea of meeting the very First Man.

"Uh, yeah. That's me." Adam says awkwardly.

"Wow! An honor to meet you." Peter exclaims, hopping down from his podium and rushing forward to shake Adam's hand eagerly. "I mean, WOW! Look at me, shaking hands with the legend himself!"

"Right ... thank you." Adam says, feeling a little creeped out by the fact that he had to pry the man's hand out of his. "Anyway, who are you?"

The new gatekeeper looked up, eyes bright with excitement. "Hello, Adam! I'm Simon—well, actually, I've just been given the name Peter, Saint Peter. I'm the new Gatekeeper of Heaven."

"Saint Peter?" Adam asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Peter beamed with pride. "Yes! Head Seraphim Sera gave it to me herself along with my new job. I'll be greeting all the new souls that arrive."

Adam chuckled. "That's a big responsibility. How are you finding it so far?"

"Great! I just finished working on my new song!" Peter announces.

"A song? You're going to sing to every newcomer?" Lute asks, amused.

"Well, yes. They've just had their lives end, right? So I'll be sure to welcome them with a song! It'll definitely ease their nerves and show them how excited we are to have them here." Peter said confidently.

"Uh huh..." Adam mutters.

"I'll let you have a listen." Peter says. Unfurling his wings, he raises himself up into the air and begun his song.

As Peter began his song, his voice echoed through the gates of Heaven. It started melodiously, with heartfelt lyrics welcoming souls to their eternal paradise. However, Adam soon noticed an unexpected twist—Peter had incorporated what seemed like moans into his musical performance.

"Uh, Peter ..." Adam called out tentatively, trying to interrupt the performance.

But Peter was completely absorbed in his song, eyes closed in deep concentration. His voice soared higher, blending sincere welcome messages with inexplicable vocalizations that left Adam and Lute exchanging puzzled looks.

After what felt like an eternity, Peter finally landed back on the ground, beaming with pride. "So, what did you think?"

Adam hesitated, searching for words. "Well, it was certainly ... unique."

"Thank you! I knew you'd appreciate it." Peter exclaimed enthusiastically, oblivious to the bemusement on Adam's face.

"You're going to sing ... that to every newcomer?" Lute asked cautiously.

"Yes! Every single soul will get the same treatment!" Peter declared, puffing his chest out proudly.

"Right ..." Adam muttered. "Well, it's, uh, very nice to have met you, Saint Peter."

"Let's talk more soon, kay!?" Peter yells in excitement.

Adam and Lute quickly turned and walked away from the gates, neither of them wanting to dwell too long on the awkward encounter.

"Well, that was ..." Adam said, at a loss for words.

"Different." Lute said.

"That's an understatement." Adam mutters, shaking his head. "My poor descendants."

"Could be worse Sir." Lute shrugs. "Let's just hope the new winners don't mistake Heaven for hell."

Adam chuckles at that. "Wouldn't that be something."

-

150 A.D

"What is this Jophiel?" Sera ask, her eyes scanning through the paper Jophiel had given her.

"I'm asking for your permission to take Adam out on an adventure." Jophiel answers, giving Sera a warm smile. "The man has been cooped up in Heaven for decades and I think it would do him good and doubles as a good reward."

Jophiel had been wondering on how best to score more love point with Adam and than it hit her.

Why not take Adam out on an adventure!?

The solution was so simple, she almost hit herself for not realizing sooner.

The two of them.

ALONE!

"So you want to take my son out on an adventure." Sera eyes her suspiciously. "And you think I'll let you after what happened last time?"

"That was centuries ago!" Jophiel protests.

"A mistake you'll never make again." Sera reminds, her eyes narrowing at her.

"Of course." Jophiel smiles nervously. "Which is why I'm here, asking for your permission."

Sera eyes her warily, not entirely convinced. There were some merits to what she was saying. As much as she loved how things were right now, it was clear Adam was always itching for adventure. At least this way, he would see it as a reward for good behavior, keep up the good habit and wouldn't complain.

"Very well." Sera says.

"Thanks Sera!" Jophiel exclaims.

"However! My condition is that you take Lute along with you." Sera says.

"WHAT!?" Jophiel shouts, her smile turning into a scowl. "Come on! Anyone but Lute!"

Even after gaining Adam's trust and love, Lute was still very much distrustful of the Angel of Love. If it weren't for Adam, they would probably be at each other's throats.

"My decision is final." Sera says, leaving no room for arguments. "Yes, I know of your disdain for her which is why I'm adding her. Consider her the failsafe in case things go wrong."

Power wise, it is clear as day that Lute stood no chance against the Seraphim but it was Adam's love for the angel that would guarantee her safety.

"You don't trust me!?" Jophiel says.

"I trust you with my son but I like to air on the side of caution." Sera explains.

"Literally, give me anyone else!" Jophiel begs. "Aclima, Vaggie, Michael, Uriel! Hell, I'll even take that weirdo Malachi!"

"Lute." Sera states firmly. "Take it, or leave it."

"Fine." Jophiel huffs, knowing full well she was cornered. As much as she hate that she won't be alone with Adam, this was still better than nothing.

"Good." Sera says, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Now, where do you plan on taking my son?"

-

Teaching Lute pottery had been a real hassle. The girl's lack of patience and propensity to accidentally smash things out of frustration made it a rather tumultuous experience. Adam, determined to teach her, just chuckled and continued to give her guidance, gently correcting her whenever her enthusiasm got the better of her delicate touch. Lute, frustrated but determined, focused intently on the spinning clay before her.

"Easy does it, Lute," Adam coached, his own hands skillfully molding a vase beside her. "You've almost got it."

Lute's brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to replicate Adam's movements. The clay wobbled under her fingers, threatening to collapse. With a steadying breath, she adjusted her grip and managed to coax the spinning mound into a more recognizable shape.

"There you go!" Adam encouraged, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Just like that."

Lute glanced up, catching Adam's approving gaze. Despite her initial frustration, his encouragement bolstered her resolve. She resumed her careful manipulation of the clay, determined to master this craft. Slowly, under Adam's patient guidance, her efforts began to yield results—a lopsided but recognizable bowl took shape under her hands.

"You're doing great, Lute!" Adam praised, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I knew you could do it."

"Thank you Sir!" Lute's cheeks flushed with pride at Adam's words. Her gaze softened as she glanced at him, appreciating his unwavering support. Despite the occasional mishaps, this shared experience was strengthening their bond.

"Just a little more practice," Adam continued, his own creation now nearing completion. "And you'll be a master potter in no time."

Lute nodded, as she continued to perfect her creation when suddenly, the door to their room slams open, causing Lute to flinch, accidentally destroying her progress.

"SON OF A -" Lute shouts before Adam interrupts.

"Language Lute!" Adam scolds before turning to face the visitor.

"Oh Adam!" Jophiel calls out cheerfully, stepping into the room. "You ready to go on an adventure!?"

"Really!?" Adam's eyes lit up.

For the first time since coming to Heaven, someone else was taking the initiative to ask him on an adventure. He had wanted to go explore, but his love for his family, as well as Sera's rules, had made him reconsider. This was a surprise, and one that Adam couldn't have been more excited about.

"Yes, really." Jophiel giggles. "I -"

Before Jophiel could continue, a chunk of wet clay struck her face. Jophiel wiped the clay off her face, her eyes narrowing as she turned towards the source. Lute stood there, her posture defensive, a mixture of anger and embarrassment etched on her face.

"What was that for!?" Jophiel demanded, trying to maintain her composure.

"You ruined my pottery!" Lute retorted, her voice indignant.

"ANYWAY!" Adam says loudly, trying to diffuse the tension. "Where are we going?"

Snapping her fingers to make a towel, Jophiel wipes the clay off her face before turning back to Adam.

"It's a surprise!" Jophiel exclaims, tossing the towel aside and grabbing his hands. "I'm sorry Adam but when I told Sera of my plans, she insisted I bring Lute along so unfortunately, we won't get our lovey dovey moment."

"Lady Sera is right to be cautious, especially when it concerns you." Lute remarks, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Hey!" Jophiel exclaims.

Ignoring her, Lute turns to Adam.

"Don't worry Sir! I'll keep you safe from ALL trouble." Lute declares, her face beaming with pride.

Jophiel rolls her eyes.

"Well, enough about that! Let's go!" Adam exclaims, looking between the two. "Where are you taking us!?"

Jophiel smirks.

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: A WHOLESOME adventure.

...

Truly.

Trust me! ( • ᴗ - ) ✧

Chapter 80: Snow Day

Summary:

I said wholesome dammit!

Notes:

If you haven't read already, I have made a third AU where Lucifer goes back in time to Eden and decides to go after Adam immediately.

Beyond Paradise: Apple's Lament --> https://archiveofourown.to/works/57553195/chapters/146436859

Thank you all for reading and commenting thus far!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Penguins!?" Adam exclaims as he steps out of the portal that Jophiel had made.

Arriving at the South Pole, Adam is met with a scene straight out of a winter wonderland. The sky is a canvas of pastel hues as the sun hovers just above the horizon, casting a soft glow over the pristine, icy landscape. Penguins waddle and slide on the ice, their playful antics bringing a smile to Adam's face. He had only seen such creatures in Heaven's zoo, their black and white feathers contrasting sharply with the snow.

Jophiel steps through the portal behind him, her angelic presence seeming almost out of place in this frozen wilderness. "Yes, penguins," she says with a serene smile. "Remarkable creatures, aren't they?"

In life, Adam had never visited the South Pole and neither had Aclima. He only ever saw the penguins and named them in Heaven without getting a chance to actually interact with them.

"Oh my gosh!" Adam exclaims, rushing towards the sea of penguins.

"Wait Sir!" Lute calls out, quickly running after him.

Adam pays her no mind, his eyes fixed on the adorable little birds. He crouches down in front of one of them, his gaze filled with wonder.

"They're so fat!" Adam exclaims.

Jophiel and Lute approach, sharing a look of amusement at the sight of Adam fawning over the penguins.

Adam gently extends a hand towards a nearby penguin, who regards him with curiosity. "Hello there, little guy." he says softly, as the penguin tentatively waddles closer.

Lute, catching up to Adam, laughs. "I don't think they speak English, Sir." she teases, though she too seems captivated by the scene.

The penguin, emboldened by Adam's gentle demeanor, nuzzles his hand with its beak. Adam's eyes light up with joy. He strokes its head gently, laughing when the penguin presses into his hand.

"You're so cute." Adam coos, his voice full of warmth and affection.

"Sir!" Lute says, a slight whine in her voice. "Don't ignore me!"

"But look at him! How can you not love him?" Adam says.

Lute's expression softens at Adam's words.

"I guess he's kinda cute," she concedes, her tone reluctant but sincere as she admired one of them.

"Hey Lute! Catch!" Adam says suddenly as he picks up an Emperor Penguin and tosses it to her.

Lute's eyes widen in shock as she catches the surprisingly hefty bird. The penguin lets out a squawk of surprise, flapping its flippers. She laughs despite herself, adjusting her grip to hold the penguin more securely.

"Sir, you can't just throw penguins around!" she scolds, though her smile betrays her amusement.

The bird struggles and Lute does all she can to maintain her grip.

"Help!" Lute shouts, her arms flailing as she tries to control the flailing creature.

But help doesn't arrive as Adam and Jophiel laugh at the amusing sight.

"Oh Lute, can't even control a bird!?" Jophiel teases.

"Stop laughing and help me!" Lute whines.

Lute soon loses her footing on the snowy surface and tumbles backwards. She lands on her backside, the penguin still flailing in her arms.

"Oof!"

"Oh Lute, let me help you." Jophiel says. But instead of helping her, she snaps her fingers and a pile of fish appear over Lute before raining down onto her, hitting her with their slimy bodies.

"HEY!" Lute shouts angrily, letting the penguin go.

Jophiel just laughs harder at the sight of Lute covered in fish, glaring daggers at her.

The smell of the fishes quickly permeates the air, mixing with the crisp scent of the icy landscape. Soon, penguins around them start to swarm Lute who was still struggling to escape her fishy prison. Her struggles only attract more penguins, their beady eyes glinting with curiosity as they peck at the fish scattered around her. The once peaceful South Pole now resembles a chaotic scene of waddling birds and flailing limbs.

While Jophiel was distracted by her own cackling laughter, Lute reaches her hand out from under the pile of fishes and soon finds Jophiel's ankle. Grabbing it tightly, Lute pulls hard, sending the seraphim falling onto her back and thanks to the near frictionless surface, dragging her into the fish pile as well.

"Hey!" Jophiel shrieks in surprise.

Jophiel lands with a soft thud amidst the pile of fish, the slippery creatures making an unpleasant squishing noise under her. She tries to scramble out, but the fish and penguins are relentless in their curiosity, pecking and flapping around them.

Lute, half-buried under the fish, grins triumphantly. "Now who's laughing!?" she taunts, though her voice is muffled by the fish.

"You ruined my dress!" Jophiel exclaims angrily, staring down at the wet stains on her pristine dress.

"It was your idea!" Lute retorts.

The two of them struggle, trying to extricate themselves from the pile of fish and penguins, only to find their efforts futile. The penguins continue their assault, seemingly amused by their antics.

Before long, Jophiel snaps her fingers and the fish is moved elsewhere, causing the penguins to swarm over to it. The two Angels, now free from their penguin prison, lay sprawled on the snow, their hair disheveled and their clothes wet and stained.

"Ugh, what a mess." Jophiel groans, glaring at the offending creatures.

"Well, if it isn't the mighty Seraphim Jophiel, bested by a bunch of penguins." Lute says smugly, unable to resist the opportunity to taunt the seraphim.

"And the mighty guardian of Adam was felled by a singular bird." Jophiel retorts, not wanting to be outdone.

If only Lute didn't come along, she and Adam would be having a lovey-dovey time playing with the penguins and doing all sort of romantic gestures for each other.

Lute's eyes narrow at the insult, her competitive streak flaring up. "It was a big bird!" she protests.

"Uh huh." Jophiel smirks, amused by the angel's stubbornness.

"Tell her Sir!" Lute turns to where Adam should be. "Sir?"

She finds him gone.

"Sir!?" Lute calls out again.

Jophiel looks around too, not finding Adam.

"Oh no." Jophiel mutters. Remembering the wrath of Sera sends a shiver down her spine.

They both scramble to their feet, brushing off snow and fish as they look around frantically. The sky is beginning to darken, and the once playfully chaotic scene has turned more ominous with the absence of their charge.

"Where did he go?" Lute asks, her voice tinged with worry.

Jophiel's eyes scan the snowy expanse. "He couldn’t have gone far." she replies, though her words sound hollow.

"Sir! Where are you!?" Lute shouts.

"Adam!" Jophiel calls out, her voice laced with concern.

As the call of their voices echoes through the chilly air, the South Pole seems to hold its breath. The penguins, now distracted by the rain of fish, scatter and waddle away, leaving the snow-strewn scene eerily quiet.

Jophiel and Lute took to the air and continued their search, frantically scanning the icy landscape for any sign of their charge.

"This is all your fucking fault!" Lute hisses as she flies alongside Jophiel. "If you hadn't pulled that stupid stunt with the fishes, I could have kept my eye on him!"

"Well forgive me for believing that the Lieutenant of the exorcists would have put up more of a fight." Jophiel snidely replies. "No wonder you aren't the General."

"You bitch! I'll -" Lute tries to retort but Jophiel points somewhere off in the distance.

"There he is!"

It didn't take long for them to spot him, a lone man with his golden wings out walking alongside a group of penguins waddling in single file.

"SIR!" Lute calls out, relief and anger evident in her voice.

"There you are." Jophiel breathes a sigh of relief.

"Jophiel, Lute! Look at this!" Adam says excitedly as he gestures to the penguins. "They're walking in a single file line!"

Jophiel and Lute fly down to Adam, who is now grinning from ear to ear as he follows the waddling procession of penguins. The scene is oddly serene, with the golden glow of the setting sun casting long shadows over the snow-covered ground.

"Sir! You can't just leave us like that!" Lute scolds, her eyes narrowing.

"But they were so cute, I had to follow them." Adam explains, his smile unwavering.

"Adam, you can't just go off on your own like that." Jophiel says, her tone disapproving. "We were worried sick about you. Sera would kill us if we lost you!"

"Sorry, sorry. I just couldn't resist." Adam apologizes, though he doesn't seem all that remorseful. "Come on! Let's see where they're waddling to!"

Adam's enthusiasm is contagious, and despite their initial annoyance, the angels soon find themselves drawn into the simple, yet oddly captivating, spectacle. They walk alongside the penguins, watching as they navigate the snowy terrain with surprising agility. They soon came an icy surface where the penguins got on their bellies and started sliding.

Seeing this, Adam gets an idea.

Grabbing Jophiel by her hand, Adam pulls her onto the ice with him.

"Wha - Adam!?" Jophiel exclaims, caught off-guard by the sudden movement.

"Trust me!" Adam reassures her as he guides her along the ice.

Adam and Jophiel, now on the icy surface, begin to slide awkwardly at first, their movements unsure as they adapt to the slick terrain. Jophiel's ethereal grace turns into a flurry of cautious, almost comical slips and slides. Adam, however, quickly finds his rhythm, his excitement propelling him forward with a childlike glee.

"Look at me, Jophiel!" Adam exclaims, spreading his arms wide as he glides effortlessly across the ice. "It’s just like flying, but with a lot more sliding!"

Jophiel, still struggling to maintain her balance, watches Adam with a mix of amusement and frustration. She eventually finds her footing and starts to enjoy the sensation, her laughter mingling with Adam's as she begins to slide more confidently.

“Alright, alright! I’ll admit, this is kind of fun.” Jophiel says, a playful glint in her eyes. She spins around gracefully, her movements becoming more fluid as she gets the hang of it.

Jophiel had to admit, if it had been anyone else, she would've never gotten on the ice, but here, with Adam, she felt safe, and most importantly, comfortable. She could finally let go and enjoy the moment without worrying about anything.

As Adam and Jophiel continue to glide across the ice, Lute watches from a distance, her jealousy growing with every passing moment. She watches as Adam and Jophiel share a private, intimate moment, and it stings her heart.

"This isn't fair." Lute mutters, her voice filled with bitterness.

Not wanting to be outdone, Lute slides herself onto the ice and starts waddling her way towards them. She had never been one to give up, and she wasn't about to start now.

Distracted by her dancing with Adam, Jophiel fails to notice Lute coming up to her side and roughly bumping her away, causing the seraphim to stumble and nearly fall.

"Hey!" Jophiel exclaims, caught off guard.

Lute quickly moves to take her place next to Adam, a triumphant smile on her face.

"Hey, Sir!" she says, her tone playful and teasing.

Adam smiles, oblivious to the tension between the two angels.

"Hey, Lute." he says, his voice filled with warmth. "Ice to see you!"

Lute giggles at Adam's pun, her earlier frustration momentarily forgotten. She takes Adam’s hand and starts sliding alongside him, trying to match his rhythm. Her earlier jealousy gives way to a genuine sense of joy as she shares in this whimsical moment.

The moment doesn't last long, however, as Jophiel regains her composure and slides her way back next to Adam, bumping Lute away this time.

"Sorry Lute!" Jophiel huffs, her voice laced with irritation.

Lute is less than amused, her earlier frustration bubbling to the surface once again.

"Hey!" Lute shouts, glaring at Jophiel. "I was there first!"

"Well, I'm his partner. So, I get to slide with him." Jophiel retorts, her tone defiant.

"That's not fair!" Lute argues. "You can't just cut in like that!"

Adam, noticing the escalating tension between the two, tries to intervene.

"Ladies, please-"

"Back off, Lute!" Jophiel snaps.

"No, you back off!" Lute fires back, kicking at her leg, causing Jophiel to fall on her butt.

"Oof!"

Anger flashed through Jophiel's eyes, her patience quickly running thin. She gets back up and shoves Lute, sending her tumbling backwards onto the ice.

"I order you to stand down, Lute!" Jophiel orders, using her position as seraphim to her advantage.

But Lute just glares at Jophiel defiantly, her jaw clenched in anger.

"I don't take orders from a snowflake!" she challenges.

Adam, seeing the situation rapidly deteriorating, attempts to diffuse the situation.

"Guys, come on, let's not fight." he pleads, his tone placating.

But the two angels are beyond reason, their tempers flaring.

Jophiel lunges at Lute, tackling her to the ground. The two angels tussle, exchanging angry blows as they roll around on the icy surface. As tenacious as Lute was, she was no match in strength when compared against a seraphim. Thinking quickly, she grabs a handful of snow and throws it in Jophiel's face, temporarily blinding her.

Lute seizes the opportunity, pushing Jophiel off her and scrambling to her feet.

"That's it!" Jophiel growls, her face streaked with melting snow. She conjures a handful of snowballs, her eyes narrowing.

Lute, now armed with her own snowball, holds it up in a threatening manner.

"Don't make me throw this!" Lute threatens.

"Try it!" Jophiel snarls, hurling her own snowball.

Lute’s eyes widen in shock as the snowball explodes against her face, cold and wet. She stumbles back, her resolve momentarily broken. But the shock soon turns into determination. She quickly scoops up her own snowball and retaliates with a fierce throw.

The snowball hits Jophiel squarely in the chest, causing her to stagger. Jophiel’s eyes narrow in both annoyance and amusement as she retaliates with another snowball. The two angels are now fully engaged in a snowball fight, their laughter and shouts echoing across the ice.

Adam watches the spectacle with a mix of surprise and delight. The tension between Jophiel and Lute, once palpable, seems to dissolve into a shared joy as they pelt each other with snow. His own sense of fun is rekindled, and he joins in, scooping up snow and throwing it playfully at both angels.

“Hey, hey! You’re all ganging up on me!” Jophiel laughs as she dodges one of Adam’s snowballs.

“Join the club!” Lute retorts, grinning widely as she sends a snowball flying at Jophiel.

The three of them soon become enmeshed in a chaotic but joyful snowball fight, their earlier frustrations forgotten in the shared delight of the moment. Adam’s laughter rings out as he chases Jophiel and Lute around the icy surface, their playful shouts mixing with the soft crunch of snow underfoot.

Eventually, the snowball fight slows, the combatants panting and covered in snow. Adam and Lute, standing side by side, stare down at Jophiel who was lying on her back, exhausted and grinning.

Adam, taking advantage of the opportunity, tackles Lute to the ground, his arms wrapping around her waist. Lute struggles half-heartedly, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

Jophiel, noticing the opening, grabs a handful of snow and runs towards them. She tackles Adam, smashing the snow onto his back, making him yell out.

"Ha!"

Lute, free from Adam's grip, rolls to the side, giggling. She quickly gathers her own handful of snow and smashes it into Jophiel's face, earning a shriek of surprise from the Seraphim.

"Oh, that's it!" Jophiel shouts as she wipes the snow off her face.

Lute and Jophiel continue their tussle, their laughter mixing with the sounds of the icy landscape. Adam sits back and watches, his own laughter joining theirs. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sight. One of the most powerful seraphim in Heaven and the lieutenant of the exorcists, and they were wrestling in the snow like a couple of kids. It was a sight he never thought he would see.

But it was also a welcome one. It was a reminder that despite the seriousness and the weight of their roles, they were still capable of finding joy, of being carefree. And for Adam, that was enough.

Jophiel and Lute's battle continues, and soon enough, Adam is pulled back in, unable to resist the call to play. Their laughter echoes through the icy landscape, the golden glow of the sun illuminating the three of them.

As the sun sets, the trio's play finally comes to an end. Exhausted and covered in snow, they collapse on the icy ground, their breaths coming out in soft pants. The sky is now bathed in shades of red and orange, the last rays of sunlight casting a warm glow over the scene.

"Come on, let's head home." Jophiel says. Raising her arm, she creates a portal back to Heaven.

"After you Sir -" Lute turns back to where he should be. "Sir?"

She turns her gaze to Jophiel who also notices the lack of Adam.

"Where did he go?!" Lute cries out.

"AGAIN!?" Jophiel groans, rubbing her temples in frustration.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Adam calls out as he approaches them. His chest and stomach area looking strangely enlarged.

...

"Sir, what's underneath cassock?" Lute asks, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Adam quickly brings his arms up and wraps around the bulge. "Nothing!" He says in a panic as he tries to push past them and go for the portal.

"Hold on, Adam." Jophiel grabs him by his arm. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing. Come on, let's go." Adam continues to insist as he tries to pull away.

"Show us, Sir." Lute demands.

"No! There is nothing!" Adam protests, but the two angels are undeterred.

A series of squawks can be heard from under the cassock, catching the attention of the two angels.

"Is that -"

Adam lets out a heavy sigh. "They're baby penguins..."

"Sir!" Lute sighs.

"I know, I know. But they were just so cute and they started following me." Adam explains, his voice laced with guilt.

"How many?" Jophiel ask.

Adam looks down, avoiding their gaze. "Seven..."

Jophiel and Lute exchange exasperated looks.

"Adam, we can't keep them." Jophiel says, her voice gentle but firm.

"They belong here Sir." Lute adds.

"I know ..." Adam murmurs, his eyes filled with regret.

Defeated, Adam opens his cassock and seven baby penguins spill out. They waddle around his feet, their little squawks filling the air. Adam, unable to resist the cuteness, picks up one of the penguins and holds it close to his face.

"Who's a good little baby penguin? You are! Yes, you are!" Adam coos, nuzzling his face against the little penguin.

Jophiel and Lute look on with amusement, their frustration giving way to a warm fondness. But they steeled themselves, knowing that they won't hear the end of it if they let Adam have his way. Despite their best intentions, the sight of Adam's genuine affection for the tiny creatures is too endearing to stay upset.

The three watch as the baby penguins waddle off back to their home, their little squawks growing softer until they're out of earshot.

"There they go." Adam says, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I know it's hard, Sir." Lute says. "But that is how we feel every time you wander off on your own!"

"I'm sorry, Lute." Adam apologizes, his expression one of remorse. "It's just ... hard to resist them."

"I know Sir." Lute nods, her expression softening.

Jophiel wraps an arm around Adam's shoulders. "Come on, let's go home."

"Alright, alright. Lead the way."

And with that, the three of them disappear through the portal, back to the comfort of Heaven.

Notes:

Bet you all were thinking this was going to be smut.

And you guys thought I couldn't do wholesome!
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Chapter 81: Therapy

Summary:

The hell trio goes to therapy.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

500 A.D

"So, before we continue further, let me just say that I'm honored that the three of you decided to confide in me." Asmodeus began as the hell trio sat across from him. "But after hearing everything, I have to ask, why are the three of you even in a relationship!?"

"There is nothing wrong with our relationship." Lucifer grumbles.

"Lucifer." Lilith warns.

"Our relationship is fine!" Lucifer exclaims.

"Was fine." Eve corrects.

Asmodeus rubbed his temple, trying to stifle a sigh. The endless bickering of the hell trio had worn him thin. What he thought would be a straightforward way to earn favor had turned into a grueling marathon of emotional conflict.

He leaned back in his chair, a mix of frustration and disbelief clouding his expression. As the embodiment of Lust, he was used to passionate encounters, but this tangled web of feelings and accusations was far outside his expertise.

"I must admit," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady, "I didn’t expect this to be quite so ... intense. I'm more equipped to handle matters of desire, not these tangled webs of love and rivalry."

Taking a deep breath and leaning back into his chair, Asmodeus continued. "And the three of you believe that the solution to all your problems is-"

"ADAM!" The trio shout in unison.

Asmodeus has no idea what to make of this, or what exactly Adam has to do with their issues. He honestly could not understand the importance of the man that these three would regularly cause mayhem and destruction throughout the Pride Ring.

"To be clear, we are talking about the First Man Adam, correct?" Asmodeus asks, just to make sure.

"Yes, of course!" Lucifer responds, an incredulous look on his face. "Who else would it be?!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down your highness." Asmodeus placates. "It's just that, I recently got my hands on this book called "The Bible" and it isn't exactly painting your relationship with him in a positive light."

"Oh, don't tell me you're buying into that garbage." Lucifer groans. "I thought you were better than that, Asmodeus."

"Look, I'm not saying I believe everything in the book." Asmodeus explains. "But some of the stuff is pretty spot on. Like the whole "Eve was created from Adam's rib" thing and I believe Egypt was your handiwork."

"GET TO THE POINT!" Eve exclaims.

"It's just, from what I've read, it doesn't sound like you guys treated him well." Asmodeus relents. "Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, Adam ... doesn't like you, any of you?"

"Excuse me?" Lilith asks, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Just a crazy theory on my part." Asmodeus clarifies. The last thing he needed was the royalties of hell to have it out with him.

"Asmodeus." Lucifer's eyes narrow.

"Lucifer, please." Asmodeus pleads.

"You dare imply that Adam doesn't love me!?" Eve shouts, slamming her fist down on the table, causing their drinks to spill.

"Look, all I'm saying is, you should really think about the possibility that he's just not into you. Maybe even all of you." Asmodeus suggests, trying to calm her down.

"That is absurd!" Lilith declares. "Adam loves us! He just hasn't seen how sincere we are!"

"But didn't you meet him just a few centuries earlier?" Asmodeus questions.

"That ... I was a little over excited. But that's in the past." Lilith defends.

"Asmodeus, we know our Adam!" Lucifer declares. "If he just give us a chance to explain, we be back to being besties and so much more!"

Asmodeus gave the hell trio an incredulous look as he listened to their reasoning.

"This is all well and good, but I don't understand why Adam is even the answer." Asmodeus said, crossing his arms.

Lilith, Eve, and Lucifer exchanged glances, each trying to find the right words to explain their peculiar reasoning. Finally, it was Lilith who spoke up.

"Because," Lilith began, her voice wavering slightly, "Adam represents something we all lost."

"What could that possibly be?" Asmodeus asked, genuinely curious.

"Acceptance," Lilith said softly. "From the beginning, Adam was supposed to be our partner. But ... some things were said and our situation became less than ideal. We've all been trying to fill that void ever since."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. "So, you believe that if Adam joins your relationship, it will fix everything?"

"Obviously! He's the one!" Eve replies, rolling her eyes.

"How can it be obvious?" Asmodeus presses, starting to get annoyed with their refusal to see the obvious.

"We've known him since the beginning, and we can all agree that we are the best options for him!" Lucifer explained, his tone exasperated.

"And Adam is worth getting yourself castrated for?" Asmodeus dares to ask, raising an eyebrow. A rather sensitive question to ask the King of hell but one that piqued his curiosity.

"Absolutely." Lucifer answered immediately, unashamed.

Asmodeus looked at Lucifer in shock, unable to believe that the king of hell would allow something so extreme be done to him out of love.

BUT WHY!?

Thank goodness he was the sin of Lust, he could never imagine himself being in love like these three.

"My good King, are you seriously telling me that you went through such an ordeal for love?" Asmodeus questions.

Lucifer looked at Asmodeus like he was insane. "Of course! Went through with it and I still love him and besides, I'm also trying to be his wife so this can still work!"

"Huh?" Asmodeus blinks, a confused look on his face.

"Not before me you're not!" Eve growls.

"I still think we should share him on the first night!" Lilith exclaims.

"Oh please, Adam will be begging to marry me first." Lucifer gloats. "Who better than his bestie!?"

"How about his literal fucking wife!?" Eve retorts, pointing to herself. "I was made for Adam, using a piece of him! I'm his literal soulmate!"

"Well, I was made alongside him." Lilith counters, crossing her arms. "So I'd say that makes me a perfect candidate for him as well."

As the three of them argue, Asmodeus watches with a bemused expression. He knew the story of Eden, and how life for them was pretty hectic in the beginning but this was nothing like what he expected. The three of them have been in hell for as long as he could remember and yet they're still hung up on this "Adam" guy.

"Okay, hold up. So the three of you have been in hell for a few millennia now and not once did you think about, I don't know, letting the guy be and moving on?" Asmodeus suggested, raising an eyebrow.

The next thing Asmodeus knew, he was suddenly tackled onto the floor with a rabid looking Eve bearing down on him. Her eyes blazed with a fury that sent shivers down Asmodeus's spine. Eve's grip on his collar was iron-clad, her nails digging into his skin.

"How dare you suggest such a thing!" she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "We didn't choose to be here, and I most certainly didn't choose to be away from him unlike those two!"

"Hey!" Lucifer and Lilith take offense.

"Shut it! You two betrayed him, hurt him and left him!" Eve hisses, turning her attention back to Asmodeus. "Not me! I love him! I chose to follow Adam, and I will choose him again."

AND ADAM WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE HER!

Turning her attention back to Asmodeus, she sought to correct his misunderstanding.

"You! Are you saying that I'm not worthy of my Adam's affections!?" Eve growls, her eyes full of rage.

"N-no! Of course not, I'm sure you're a wonderful person." Asmodeus quickly placates. "It's just that, well, it's been a long time, you know? And you can't honestly expect Adam to still be hung up on you, right?"

Eve stared down at him with a dark look in her eyes, her grip tightening around his neck.

"Are you saying that Adam isn't the faithful type?" Eve growls, her voice low and threatening.

"I-I'm not saying that." Asmodeus stutters. "B-but, well, you know how men are. I-I'm sure they have needs, and you can't expect them to wait forever for you. Plus, we all saw the videos that Heaven likes to play before the exterminations!"

"ADAM IS BEING TRICKED!" Eve roars. "HE'S MINE! NO ONE CAN TAKE HIM FROM ME! NOT EVEN HEAVEN!"

Asmodeus could only nod furiously, desperately trying to appease her as her grip on him tightens to a rather lethal degree.

"Adam is being tricked and abused by Heaven but he'll see the truth soon enough and when he does, I'll be waiting for him, and I will kill anyone who tries to take him away from me!" Eve declares, her voice filled with determination.

"But the bible-" Asmodeus tries to protest but he gets a right hook to his face, the force causing his head to slam against the floor.

"Give me that book!" Eve grabs the bible out of his hands and retreats back to Lucifer and Lilith's side. Immediately, she starts skimming through it.

"Anyway, we're getting off topic. We came to you for advice on our relationship." Lilith states.

Asmodeus slowly sits back up, his head still reeling from the punch. It takes him a few minutes but eventually he gets up and makes his way back to his seat.

"Basically, you three are having problems in your relationship and the only solution is Adam." Asmodeus summarizes.

"Yes!" The hell trio responds in unison.

"Even though he hasn't seen you in ages." Asmodeus adds.

"Correct." Lucifer nods.

"And he's likely moved on by now." Asmodeus points out.

"We are his only ones!" Lilith exclaims, waving the bible in her hands.

"What if he's found someone -" Asmodeus clamps his mouth shut when he spots Eve's glare and the last thing he wanted was to end up on the floor again.

"Then we'll have words." Lucifer declares.

"But -"

"We'll have words!" Lilith repeats after Lucifer.

"I'LL KILL YOU ACLIMA!" Eve growls, her nails digging into her palm as her body shakes with rage, remembering the video she had given her.

Asmodeus quickly raises his hands in surrender, deciding that it was best not to push his luck any further. They basically have made no progress since they started over a few hours ago.

"Let's leave Adam out of this for the moment and focus on the three of you." Asmodeus suggests. "From what I can tell, the problem isn't really Adam, but more on how the three of you interact."

"Ugh, is this about us castrating Lucifer?" Eve says with a snort. "We wouldn't have to resort to that if Lucifer would stop fucking us over with his fool-proof plans!"

"My plans are not foolish! My plans are always flawless! And besides, I don't hear you two coming up with anything." Lucifer counters.

"Yet I'm the one that was able to bring Adam to hell." Lilith smugly points out. "And we would have him here with us right now if you two didn't fuck it up!"

"I NEARLY HAD HIM!" Eve exclaims, before turning and glaring at Lucifer. "But Lucifer had to fuck it up by showing up and making Adam think I'm cheating on him!"

"Technically, you are cheating by being in a poly-" Asmodeus quips before a dark tentacle conjured up by Lilith shoots up from the ground and into his mouth.

"Don't. Say. It." Lilith hisses.

Asmodeus quickly nods his head in understanding.

"How was I suppose to know that!?" Lucifer says, defending himself. "I figured he wouldn't resist some girl on girl action! What's more, it's me! If anything, he should be over the moon and begging to join us!"

"See Asmodeus! Lucifer fucking ruins everything for me!" Eve cries.

"Me!? You're the one who ruined it!" Lucifer yells.

"Oh please! If you hadn't shown up, Adam would have opened that embassy door and he would be fucking me right now! So, your fault, plain and simple." Eve counters.

"No, its not!" Lucifer refutes. "I say its Lilith's fault!"

"Excuse me!?" Lilith exclaims, indignant.

"You're always complaining about how dumb my plans are but you don't even plan at all!" Lucifer argues.

"Remind me who was the one that fucking brought Adam to hell?" Lilith sneers. "If it weren't for that deal we made with Eve, I would have gotten him hooked!"

"Excuse me!?" Eve growls. "Are you trying to get to Adam before me!? HIS FIRST IS WITH ME!"

"Look, the fact of the matter is, none of this would have happened if the three of you could just talk to each other!" Asmodeus cuts in.

"What are you talking about!? We've been talking non-stop since the beginning." Lucifer says, an exasperated look on his face.

"Talking and communication are two different things, Lucifer." Asmodeus points out.

"I think our communication skills are pretty damn good." Eve huffs.

"Yeah, we communicate our anger and disappointment pretty damn well." Lilith quips, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Look, I get that this is difficult. Trust me, I do." Asmodeus explains. "But you need to stop focusing on Adam and work on your own issues first."

"The only issue we have is with Heaven!" Eve declares.

"Yes, yes, and you're very justified in feeling that way. However, you three have to focus on each other." Asmodeus reasons.

"There's nothing to fix! I know what I want and I don't care what anyone else thinks!" Eve asserts.

"Exactly, our relationship is fine!" Lucifer agrees.

"And we wouldn't have these issues if we just had Adam with us!" Lilith finishes.

Asmodeus looks at the trio, his expression clearly exasperated.

"Than why did you even come to me?" Asmodeus groans.

A minute of awkward silence pass before Lucifer spoke up.

"Why did we come to him?" Lucifer ask with a look of confusion.

"To be honest, I don't remember." Eve admits.

"Same here." Lilith agrees.

Asmodeus stares at the trio, utterly baffled. "So, you came to me, sat through hours of... this, and you don't even remember why?" He rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. This was going nowhere, and it seemed the trio had completely lost sight of their original purpose for seeking his advice.

Not wanting to deal with this anymore, Asmodeus stood up and gestured them to the exit. "Look, I can tell that this is not going anywhere, so I'm just going to say this. Whatever issues you three have, they won't go away just because Adam is around. So until you figure out how to fix them, I'm afraid there isn't much I can do for you."

-

"Adam not loving us!? That's absurd! Honestly, what is Asmodeus thinking!?" Lucifer scoffs. "I'm his bestie! How can Adam not love me!?"

"We were made for each other!" Lilith declares, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

"I was made for him! He has no choice but to love me!" Eve exclaims, a furious look on her face.

As the trio made their way back home, Eve continued to read the bible as they walked and the more she read, the angrier she became which in turn made the other two curious enough to also take a look.

"This stupid book is wrong about so many things!" Eve complains, her grip on the bible tightening.

"I know, right!? They make me sound like such an evil bitch." Lilith complains, a sour look on her face.

"You assholes did trick me into eating that stupid apple." Eve snipes, glaring at her.

Lilith glared back, crossing her arms defensively. "Oh, don't start with that again. We both know it was part of your own damned curiosity."

Eve shot her a withering look but didn't retort, her anger still simmering. "The point is, this book is trying to paint us as villains. And now, Asmodeus—who's supposed to be helpful—is also questioning our connection with Adam. This is not a good look for us, especially me!"

"Eve is right, so long as people continue to read that book, it'll tarnish our reputation." Lucifer grumbles. "That bastard Michael probably appeared to those humans just to do this smear campaign. First, he keeps us separate from Adam and now he is making me out like some ultimate villain! Can you believe it!?"

"Yes, and it seems he’s managed to paint us all in a negative light." Lilith adds, flipping through the pages of the Bible with a scowl. "It's like he's making sure that no one sees us for who we truly are. Misunderstood people who are out for love!"

"I’ll show him!" Eve snaps, her eyes blazing with renewed fury. "I’ll prove that Adam still loves me, and I’ll make sure everyone knows the truth. Michael and Heaven will rue the day they ever tried to come between us!"

Lucifer and Lilith exchange glances, their frustration clear but a hint of hope shone in their eyes.

"Let's write our own book! Tell our side of the story!" Lilith suggests, her eyes glittering with excitement.

"Yeah! Our side of the story!" Lucifer exclaims, his mood already picking up. "We may not be able to change the minds of those alive on Earth but the ones in hell are sure to listen and believe us! We are the originals after all!"

"Why bother?" Eve snorts. "It's not like Adam will ever get to read the book."

"But think about it Eve! If everyone in hell actually listened to the truth of our side of the story, they can help us convince Adam of our innocence when Adam is in hell next time. Your descendants will be on our side! Not against us!" Lilith reasons.

Eve perks up, her eyes shining with interest.

Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve walked with renewed determination, their previous frustrations now channeling into a new plan. The conversation with Asmodeus had stirred up old emotions and fresh resolve. They knew that clearing their names and proving their worth to Adam wouldn't be easy, but they were ready to fight against the odds.

"Let's focus on this book then." Lucifer said, a determined glint in his eye. "We'll craft a narrative that shows our true selves, one that will make it clear that we are more than what that accursed Bible says."

"And we'll call it, 'The Story of Hell'!"

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ADAM/SERA

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Chapter 82: The Fall of Mammon

Summary:

Ever wonder why Mammon is in hell?

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3069 B.C

BANG BANG BANG!

Startled awake by the loud series of knocking, Adam blinked groggily and lifted his head off the couch. He had been napping when suddenly his peace and quiet was interrupted.

BANG BANG BANG!

The knocking only seemed to get louder and more insistent.

"Who could it be?" Adam grumbled, annoyed.

It couldn't possibly be Sera or Emily and Lute was out, getting her rapier sharpened, leaving him home alone.

BANG BANG BANG!

Adam heaved an irritated sigh and rose from the couch. He had a feeling that whoever was at the door wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, so he might as well answer the door and see what they want.

With a heavy groan, Adam opened the door and was surprised to see a rather fat angel at the door.

"Hey there mate! Are you Adam!?" The angel greeted cheerfully.

"Uh yeah?"

"Excellent!" The angel exclaims before reaching over and hoisting Adam over his shoulder.

"Wha-? What are you doing!? Put me down!" Adam shouts, confused and annoyed.

The angel chuckled, a deep, hearty sound that reverberated through the air as he effortlessly carried Adam like he weighed nothing more than a sack of feathers.

"Sorry, mate, no can do! You and I are going to make history!" The angel's wings flapped once, a powerful gust that sent leaves spiraling off the ground, and before Adam could even register what was happening, they were airborne.

Adam's stomach dropped as they soared into the sky, the ground rapidly shrinking beneath them. "Wait, wait! Who even are you!?" he demanded, clutching onto the angel's robes.

The angel soon creates a portal and the pair enter it. They soon find themselves in a wooden like cabin where the angel deposited Adam onto a nearby chair.

"Name's Mammon, mate! Apologies for the impromptu pickup but as I said, you and I are going to make history!" Mammon said as he took a seat across from him.

Adam rubbed his head, trying to make sense of everything. The sudden whirlwind of events left him dizzy and disoriented. He glanced around the cabin, noting its rustic interior: wooden beams lined the ceiling, and a fireplace crackled warmly in one corner. The cabin had an old, almost ancient feel to it, yet there was something oddly comforting about the space.

"History? What do you mean, history?" Adam asked, still slightly confused.

"Heaven bucks!" Mammon declared, a wide grin on his face.

Adam stared at him blankly.

"Yes! You heard right! Heaven bucks! I've come to make a business proposal with you!" Mammon exclaimed excitedly, his face positively glowing.

"A business proposal?" Adam asked, puzzled.

"Yep, you're gonna help me convince your mommy dearest that Heaven bucks are the future!" Mammon said with a confident smile.

Adam looked at him dubiously.

"Don't give me that look! I'm serious!" Mammon protested.

"But isn't everything in Heaven free? What's the point of money?" Adam questioned, skeptical.

Mammon leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Ah, that's exactly what makes Heaven bucks so genius, mate. Look, everyone up here is just cruisin', right? No worries, no stress, everythin's free as the air we breathe. But where's the fun in that? Where's the ambition, the drive?"

Adam furrowed his brow. "I still don't get it. Why would anyone want money if they don't need it?"

Mammon chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "It's not about need, it's about want. Imagine this: exclusive items, rare luxuries, things that ain't just handed out to everyone. With Heaven bucks, people can strive for more, can stand out from the crowd. It gives 'em a reason to hustle, a bit of spice in their eternal life."

"But who decides what's worth buying with these Heaven bucks?" Adam asked, still skeptical.

"That's where I come in, mate," Mammon said, tapping his temple. "I've got a whole plan. We'll start small, introduce some fancy new things – upgraded halos, enhanced wings, special cloud estates. Stuff that makes you look and feel top-notch. Once the word spreads, everyone'll be clamorin' to get their hands on Heaven bucks to buy these things."

Adam thought for a moment, still unsure. "And how do you plan on distributing these Heaven bucks?"

Mammon leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Easy, mate. We start with competitions, tasks, and services. Angels earn Heaven bucks by doin' stuff – maybe some friendly games, or helpin' out with things that need doing. It'll create a whole new dynamic, make eternity a bit more interestin', don't ya think?"

Adam rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "So you want to introduce a currency to Heaven, not because it's needed, but to create a sense of purpose and ambition?"

"Exactly!" Mammon exclaimed, slapping his knee. "And when everyone's hooked on Heaven bucks, guess who's gonna be at the top of the heap? Yours truly, mate. I'll be the richest angel in all of Heaven!"

"And you lost me." Adam deadpans, a look of exasperation on his face. "That makes absolutely no sense, Mammon."

Mammon blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean, mate? It's brilliant!"

Adam crossed his arms, frowning. "Think about it, Mammon. Why would anyone bother with Heaven bucks? No one needs anything and everyone else has just as much as you do. Besides, everything is free and it's not like you can buy anything better than what's already available."

"That's where you're wrong kiddo!" Mammon laughed. "You're gonna be my first product!"

"Wait, what?"

Mammon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. "You see, Adam, you're not just any ordinary angel. I've seen the way Sera and Emily dote on you, the way you captivate attention without even trying—it's all part of the plan. I see the potential in using you as the centerpiece of my grand plan!"

Adam frowned, still confused. "How does that make any sense?"

Mammon smirked, leaning closer. "Think about it. Since my arrival, I've seen how people around respond to you. Sera treats you like royalty, and Emily can't seem to get enough of you. If I leverage that, expand on it, I could create an immense demand for Heaven bucks. People who are interested in you will be working their butts off, scrambling to get their hands on Heaven bucks just for a chance to spend time with the First Man."

Adam’s eyes widened as he began to understand the depth of Mammon’s plan. It wasn’t just about introducing a currency—it was about creating an exclusive, high-demand experience centered around him.

"For example, I charge people heaven bucks to get some one-on-one time with you." Mammon explained, a smug look on his face.

"Me? Why me? Why am I the first product?" Adam questions, baffled.

"For the se - I mean, because you're a hot commodity, mate! You're the First Man, First Human in Heaven! You've seen and done it all on Earth! They'll pay thousands to spend just an hour with you!" Mammon explains, his eyes twinkling with greed.

"You're joking, right?" Adam says, disbelieving. "No one is going to pay thousands to spend an hour with me."

"Oh, they will, mate." Mammon grabs Adam cheeks and forces him to look at him. "Trust me!"

ADAM IS GONNA MAKE HIM RICH!

"Why even do this? If you're the only one with Heaven bucks than technically you'll be the richest angel in Heaven since it's your own currency." Adam points out.

"Exactly!"

"But ... you just said—"

"Never mind what I said! What matters now is getting the bloody currency accepted and in circulation!" Mammon exclaimed, shaking his head. "Which also means that your dear mommy Head Seraphim will be my first customer!"

"What -"

"I can't have Heaven bucks in circulation if she doesn't approve of it. I've tried. But with you as my bargaining chip — I mean, my star attraction, I'll be able to convince her to give the green light!"

Adam stared at Mammon in disbelief. "You’re planning to use me as leverage to get this ridiculous scheme approved?"

Mammon shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s all part of the grand plan. I mean, who else would get her attention faster than you, right?"

Before Adam could protest any further Mammon reaches up and taps his halo to contact the Head Seraphim.

"Hey Sera, it's me Mammon, you're gonna love what I have to offer!"

-

Sera was reviewing several proposals brought fourth by others for the future influx of winners when her halo suddenly lit up. Reaching up, she taps on it to answer the call. Hearing the voice of Mammon come through, her mood instantly soured.

"Hello, Mammon," Sera said, her voice cool and controlled. "What’s this urgent matter that couldn't wait?"

Mammon’s grin widened. "Ah, Sera! Just wanted to quickly revisit my proposal from way back about introducing Heaven bucks and—"

"Mammon, I'm afraid the answer is still the same. No."

"Come on, Sera! I'm just askin' you to reconsider. Hear me out for a second, alright? I've got somethin' good, somethin' that'll blow your mind. I promise you, it's gonna be great!"

Sera let out a sigh. "Mammon, you've been making this same pitch for decades now, and my answer hasn't changed. The last thing Heaven needs is a currency."

"But that's the thing, Sera. Heaven needs a little more pizazz, a little more excitement! And that's where Heaven bucks come in!" Mammon exclaimed, his eyes glimmering with excitement.

"I fail to see how a currency would make Heaven any more exciting."

"I'll show you!" Mammon exclaimed in excitement. "Come here boy! Say hi."

Some rustling was heard before a familiar voice spoke through the halo.

"Hey mom." The voice of Adam came through, sounding slightly awkward.

Sera's eyes widened in shock, her grip on the papers tightening. "Adam!? What are you doing with Mammon!? Is Lute with you!?"

"No, Lute left to sharpen her rapier. Mammon came to the house and abducted me." Adam grumbled, sounding annoyed.

"Abducted!?"

"Hey, I did not abduct him, I merely brought him here for a friendly chat!" Mammon said, a pout in his voice.

"Yeah, a friendly chat where he proposed ... "renting" me out." Adam huffed.

"Renting you out!?" Sera's eyes narrowed into slits.

"Ah, yes! Renting him out as my first product!" Mammon exclaimed as he stepped away from Adam, his tone completely unapologetic.

"Excuse me?"

"Yep! It's simple really, I'm gonna rent Adam out for a price, and then people can come and meet him. What do you think?" Mammon asks cheerfully.

"I think that you are insane."

"Insanely brilliant, you mean! This is the perfect opportunity to bring in new business. People will line up for days to get a chance to see, talk and maybe get lucky with him!" Mammon laughed.

Sera could swear she heard Mammon wink over the line.

"Absolutely not." Sera states firmly. "You're not whoring out my son."

Mammon’s expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered with a huff. "Come on, Sera! It’s just a bit of fun. This could be good for everyone!"

Sera’s eyes flashed with anger. "Good for everyone? You think using Adam as a bargaining chip is ‘good’ for anyone? I'm warning you Mammon, you’re crossing a line."

"What line? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Do you know how many people would pay millions just to meet Adam, to get the chance to touch him? We're talking about billions of heaven bucks!" Mammon cried, throwing his hands up.

"He's my son! He is not an object for you to sell and make profit off of!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said anythin' about selling him? We'll only rent him out for a set period of time. No one will buy him or anything." Mammon reassures. "And you'll be my first customer! I won't even charge you! Just simply approve of Heaven bucks."

"I refuse to negotiate with you, Mammon. You have five minutes to bring Adam to me or else." Sera said, her voice laced with venom.

"Or else what?" Mammon taunted. "Your boy and I are secluded in this cabin, a long ways away from Heaven. You won't be able to find us!"

Sera grit her teeth, her patience running thin.

"You better start thinking real hard about approving my idea, else I start plucking feathers!"

Sera's eyes flashed, her feathers ruffling in agitation.

"Mammon," Sera spoke slowly, her voice dripping with menace. "If you even dare lay a single finger on Adam, there will be consequences."

"Well, what are you going to do, huh? There's nothin' you can do, we're in this together. You either agree to approve Heaven bucks, or I'll start pluckin' those pretty little golden feathers. I can even make some jewelry out of them." Mammon snickered.

"How dare you-" Sera tries to admonish but Mammon cut off the connection with a huff.

MAMMON HAS GONE TOO FAR!

He has always been somewhat irritating but now he's crossed a line that should never be crossed. Sera’s face flushed with a mix of anger and worry. Adam was not just a pawn in Mammon's schemes; he was her child, and she would not stand idly by while he was used as leverage.

If he dared to hurt even a single feather on his body -

SHE'LL SKIN HIM ALIVE!

"URIEL!" Sera shouts angrily, her voice ringing throughout the entire building.

-

"You're going to pluck my feathers!?" Adam demanded, staring at the angel in disbelief.

Mammon shrugged, looking unconcerned. "Relax mate, it was just a little 'encouragement' for mommy dearest. I'm not gonna actually do it. Besides, it's not like you won't grow them back."

Adam bristled, his feathers puffing up in anger. "How dare you try and blackmail her!"

Mammon rolled his eyes. "It's not blackmail, it's incentive. She'll approve of Heaven bucks, you'll earn lots of money, and I'll be a rich man. It's a win-win-win situation."

"And you're just going to keep me here? How long are you planning to drag this out?"

Mammon hummed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe a week? That should be enough time for her to get desperate, and approve of Heaven bucks. Send her one your feathers on the third day to really put the pressure on her. By the fourth day she should cave in. And then it's all smooth sailing from there!"

"You're crazy."

"I prefer the term 'visionary', but sure." Mammon grinned.

"Mom will come looking for me," Adam said confidently.

"She'll try, but I've specifically chose this place because its the furthest cabin in the farthest part of Heaven where angels don't normally travel to. You'll be stuck in here with me, until mommy dearest caves in. So get comfy, mate."

...

"Let say your plan does get approved." Adam began, his face showing a mixture of concern and annoyance. "What then? Isn't she gonna kill you the second she gets her hands on you? You did kidnap her son and threaten to pluck her feathers."

Mammon waved his hand dismissively. "Pshh, don't worry about that. She's a reasonable woman. I'm sure she'll understand why I did it, and she'll be happy that her son is making so much money."

"Somehow I highly doubt that." Adam deadpans, unimpressed.

"You'll see! Once this whole Heaven bucks thing takes off, everything will work itself out. Trust me, mate. I got this." Mammon smirked confidently.
"If you say so." Adam said, shaking his head in disbelief.

A large force suddenly sent the door of the cabin flying off its hinges, slamming into the wall.

Sera stood in the doorway, her wings spread out menacingly, her eyes flashing with anger.

"MAMMON!"

"Sera!?" Mammon jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with shock.

"Hey mom." Adam called out sheepishly, trying to act casual.

"Impossible! How did you -"

"Maybe if you had attended more of our meetings, you would remember Uriel and his scrying orb!" Sera angrily shouts as she stepped forward, her eyes burning with rage.

Mammon took a step back, his wings flaring up defensively. "Now, now Sera. Let's not do anything rash, yeah? I can explain -"

Sera didn't wait to hear his explanation. Her eyes blazed as she lunged forward, her fist filled to the brim with angelic power. She struck Mammon square in the face, causing a bright flash of light and a resounding boom that shook the entire cabin.

When Adam opened his eyes after shielding them from the light, he sees Mammon crumpled on the floor, groaning in pain.

Sera glared down at him, her eyes still blazing. Seeing that he was down and not getting up anytime soon, she turns her attention back to Adam, her expression softening.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" She asks as she took him into her arms. "Tell me right now if he hurt you anywhere."

"I'm fine mom, he didn't hurt me."

Sera sighed in relief, her grip on him tightening.

"Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." She apologizes as she kissed his forehead.

"It's okay. It wasn't that bad." Adam says as he hugs her back.

As the two shared a hug, Mammon stirred and tried to crawl away. He managed to drag himself halfway across the room before a pair of powerful hands gripped him by the shoulders.

"Going somewhere, Mammon?"

"Michael!?"

"You and I are going to have a little chat," Michael said, his eyes blazing with anger.

"W-wait, listen, I can explain -"

"I'm not interested." Michael snapped, his grip on the angel tightening.

With a strong pull, Michael yanks Mammon up and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes despite Mammon's sheer size and weight.

-

"You can't be serious! You're really gonna banish me!?" Mammon demands, glaring at his former allies.

"You've crossed a line, Mammon." Michael said sternly, his voice unwavering. "Kidnapping Adam and using him as leverage to push your currency scheme is unacceptable. The consequences for such actions are severe."

Mammon struggled against Michael's grip, his face contorted in a mix of anger and desperation. "I BORROWED him! I'm a visionary! Heaven bucks will revolutionize everything! Think of all the possibilities!"

Michael's expression remained stoic. "Your intentions may have been to innovate, but your methods were cruel and manipulative. You've endangered Adam, threatened Sera, and jeopardized the harmony of Heaven. That cannot go unpunished."

"You've always been one to skirt the rules, Mammon. Aside from the fact that you miss out on many of our meetings, your conduct as of late has been questionable." Sera said as she narrowed her eyes at the fallen angel. "But kidnapping my son and subsequently using him as a bargaining chip to gain approval for Heaven bucks? I will not tolerate."

"It was just a harmless prank! You're seriously gonna banish me for something so petty!?" Mammon demanded, his voice growing frantic.

"Prank!? Harmless prank!? You have the audacity to call that a harmless prank!?" Sera exclaimed, her eyes blazing. "You abducted my son! You threatened to pluck his feathers! You are lucky all we're doing is sending you to hell!"

"You're making a huge mistake! Once Heaven bucks are in circulation, everyone will want a piece of it! You're gonna regret not listening to me!"

"The only thing we regret is not doing this sooner." Uriel said with an annoyed expression. "Because of you, Sera had to wake me up from my nap."

"Bite me, Uriel! You and your stupid orb!"

"Alright, that's enough," Michael said, his patience thinning.

Michael steps forward and takes away Mammon's halo, crushing it between his fingers. "On behalf of the council and with the approval of the High Seraphim Sera, I hear by cast you from this place. May your journey to Hell be unpleasant and tortuous."

Adam watched the exchange with a mix of relief and unease. He was grateful that Sera and Michael had arrived to save him, but the sight of Mammon being handled so roughly was unsettling. He understood the gravity of Mammon's actions, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of sympathy for the soon to be fallen angel's plight.

With his halo removed, Mammon suddenly felt sluggish and weak, his once formidable presence diminished. His wings drooped, and his eyes reflected a mix of fear and defiance. As Michael prepared to send him away, Mammon's gaze locked onto Adam’s.

"Just you wait, Adam." Mammon said through gritted teeth. "I'll make hell bucks a reality, and you'll see I was right! You can still be my star!"

Adam felt a chill run down his spine once he heard his determination. Noticing this, Sera comes up behind him and shields him from Mammon with her wings.

"It's time for you to leave, Mammon." Sera says in a dark tone.

With that, Michael stabs the ground beneath them and a large hole that once swallowed Lucifer opened up.

"May we never meet again, Mammon."

Michael hurls the struggling angel into the hole, sending him spiraling down towards hell.

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Chapter 83: The Fall of Beelzebub

Summary:

Ever wonder why Beelzebub is in hell?

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2869 B.C

Beelzebub always had a sensitive nose for the unique. In Heaven, the smell of the other angels was the same, a scent of freshness and purity. It was dull, boring, and made her feel like a fish in a school of identical fish. In Heaven, her day in and out had pretty much become routine.

Than Adam came and his smell was different, it was something special, something unique, something she was drawn to. She could smell him from miles away, and it would always draw her in.

The smell of Adam was different, intoxicating, and she loved it.

But as a respectable angel herself, Beelzebub had to suppress these urges. She shouldn't give in and ruin the image of the angels. She had a reputation to maintain.

However, suppressing said urges has become increasingly difficult as the years went on.

The smell of Adam has grown more and more tantalizing with each passing day. His smell was like a beacon, beckoning her closer and closer. Even other winners didn't come close to how he smelled. With each new breath she took, the scent became more intoxicating, and her urges became harder to ignore.

It was as if Adam was made specifically to torment her, to test her resolve.

Than one day, she made the mistake of smelling the food he cooked. Honestly, his food shouldn't be any different from whatever Heaven could provide but there was something about his cooking that drew her in.

The aroma wafted through the air and hit her sensitive nose, instantly overwhelming her senses. Her mind grew fuzzy, and she felt a strange warmth wash over her. Her wings quivered, and her breath quickened.

She knows she shouldn't but ...

SHE NEEDS A TASTE!

Following the smell, she soon found herself outside the residence of the High Seraphim, A rather luxurious mansion where Adam lived. The smell was even stronger here, and it made her body tingle with anticipation.

Walking around the property, she spots the source of the rather mouth-watering scent. There, on the window sill sat the most beautiful looking pie. Its golden-brown crust shimmered in the sunlight, each fold and crease of the pastry perfectly crafted, as if the pie itself was a masterpiece meant to be admired.

The edges were crimped delicately, creating a lattice pattern that hinted at the artistry of its maker. Through the woven strips of dough, the filling peeked out—thick, bubbling, and a shade of caramelized amber that suggested it had been spiced just right. As the wind blew gently, carrying the scent towards her, Beelzebub felt her resolve weaken.

The smell was unlike anything she had ever encountered—rich, sweet, and layered with complexity. Notes of cinnamon and nutmeg danced on the air, intertwined with the sweet, slightly tart scent of perfectly ripened apples. The fragrance was warm and inviting, like a comforting embrace that she could hardly resist.

She could almost taste the buttery crust melting on her tongue, the filling bursting with flavor as it touched her lips. The thought of biting into the pie, of savoring each bite, sent a shiver down her spine. It was a temptation that no rule could suppress, a yearning so deep it felt as though it was embedded in her very being.

Beelzebub’s wings fluttered involuntarily, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer perfection of the aroma. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to turn away and return to her duties, but her body refused to obey. She inched closer, her eyes locked onto the pie, her mouth watering with anticipation. All she could think about was that first bite, that moment when her desire would finally be satisfied.

"Bee?" Adam calls out as he approached the window sill.

Upon hearing her name, Beelzebub's body instinctively stiffens, her senses snapping back to reality. She looks up and sees the man who made the pie. Her eyes lock onto his and she feels a sense of longing deep inside her.

"I'm surprised to see you here." Adam says. "In fact, you're just in time! The pie has cooled enough for me to serve it. Would you like a slice?"

Beelzebub stared blankly at the offering, her mouth watering uncontrollably. She wanted nothing more than to devour the pie, to let its delicious aroma engulf her completely.

"N-no thanks." She stutters.

"Are you sure?" Adam asks, giving her a puzzled look. "This is my first time baking a pie with apples. I want to see how everyone likes it."

Beelzebub's gaze flickers to the pie and then back to Adam. She could feel her resolve slipping, her urges threatening to overtake her.

"Please?" Adam asks, his voice dripping with honey and the sweet scent of pie.

The single word was enough to shatter the last shreds of her self-control.

"Well ... maybe just a small piece."

"Great!" Adam smiled, his wings fluttering excitedly. "Just let yourself in."

Before she could process his words, he disappeared inside the house.

Beelzebub hesitated, unsure if she should enter the High Seraphim's residence. But her desire for the pie was too great, and the tempting aroma beckoned her.
With one final look around, she walked into the house and took a seat at the table.

A moment later, Adam returned with a plate of steaming hot pie and a knife. He placed the pie pan in the center and served a slice to her.

"Here you go, Bee. I hope you enjoy it."

Taking the fork, she stabbed the center of the pie and carved out a large chunk. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she brought the forkful of pie to her lips, eager to taste the masterpiece before her.

As the forkful of pie reached her lips, Beelzebub paused for the briefest of moments, savoring the tantalizing aroma one last time before she allowed herself to succumb to the temptation. The instant the warm, buttery crust touched her tongue, she felt a surge of pleasure so intense that it nearly made her wings shudder. The flavors exploded in her mouth—sweet, spiced apples mingling with the delicate notes of cinnamon and nutmeg, all encased in the most perfect, flaky crust she had ever tasted.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she chewed, her eyes fluttering closed in sheer bliss. The pie was more than just delicious—it was divine, a creation so perfect that it felt almost sinful to eat. But Beelzebub couldn’t stop herself; she took another bite, and then another, each one more satisfying than the last.

"Wow, Adam, this is ... incredible." she finally managed to say, her voice thick with gratitude and something deeper, something she couldn’t quite name. Her normally composed exterior had melted away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered pleasure of the moment.

Adam beamed at her, clearly pleased with her reaction. "I’m glad you like it, Bee! Go ahead and have some more!"

Beelzebub’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt a pang of guilt gnaw at her. Here she was, indulging in sweet treats while the rest of her kind were hard at work, keeping Heaven in order. She shouldn't be enjoying such a decadent dessert, but how could she resist? The pie was simply too delicious, and the feeling of happiness and satisfaction that it gave her was too irresistible.

Before she realized it, she had finished the entire pan of pie. The empty pan and the now cold fork sat in front of her, a testament to her gluttonous appetite. She sighed deeply, her chest heaving as she felt the weight of her indulgence. Leaning back in her chair, she does her best to take in as much of Adam's scent as possible, her mind still fuzzy from the effects of the delicious treat.

As she does so, she wonders to herself, why doesn't she do this more often? Why does she always push her desires down, suppressing them in favor of duty? Was it worth it, denying herself the pleasures that Heaven had to offer?

After all, the Head Seraphim and Emily gets to enjoy it so she should too!

She should be enjoying this, indulging in this sweet and savory slice of life. After all, there was no reason why she couldn't enjoy herself while keeping Heaven in order, was there?

And Adam will be the one to help her indulge.

And what better way to relax than with a party!

-

"I can't believe you dragging me along for this Sir." Lute complains.

Adam, carrying a basket full of a new desert, grins as they made their way over to Beelzebub place. "You'll love it Lute! I asked myself, 'who of all people needs to cut loose and have fun?' And the answer was you Lute! You need a good party."

Lute frowned, clearly unconvinced. "Sir! I'm plenty of fun! What about all that sparring we did?"

Adam chuckled, adjusting the basket he was carrying. "That's exactly why you need this, Lute. All work and no play makes for a very dull Lute. I promise, you’ll thank me later."

Lute sighed, her wings drooping slightly as they approached Beelzebub’s grand abode. The place was abuzz with energy, light spilling from every window, and the sound of laughter and music floated out into the night air. It was a stark contrast to the usual serene atmosphere of Heaven—a slice of chaotic joy amidst the order.

It was clear that she went out all for the party.

As they reached the entrance, the door swung open, revealing Beelzebub, her eyes alight with mischief and excitement. “Adam! You made it!” she exclaimed, pulling them inside with surprising strength.

The interior of Beelzebub’s home was a sight to behold. The typically pristine white marble walls were adorned with colorful drapes, shimmering lights, and garlands of flowers that filled the air with a sweet fragrance.

Beelzebub led them to the heart of the party, where a large crowd of angels mingled, their halos casting soft glows as they chatted, danced, and laughed. In the center of it all was a grand table, laden with all manner of heavenly delicacies stretched out before them, each dish more tempting than the last.

But she couldn't care less for the food already on display, what made her mouth drool was the food in the basket that Adam carried.

Beelzebub’s eyes locked onto the basket, and a familiar longing began to stir within her. She could already imagine the rich, tantalizing aromas that would soon fill the room, the taste of each sweet treat crafted by Adam’s hands. Her wings quivered in anticipation, a shiver running down her spine as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Bee, meet my daughter, Lute!" Adam introduces with a beaming smile.

"Welcome, Lute!" she greeted, her voice warm but her gaze focused intently on the basket. "I’m so glad you could join us."

Lute offered a hesitant smile, still unsure of the whole affair, but Beelzebub barely noticed. She was too consumed by the thought of what was hidden beneath the cloth covering the basket.

“Adam, what have you brought us?” she asked, trying to sound casual, though her excitement was barely concealed.

"Already interested in my newest creation Bee?" Adam teased.

"What did you bring? Is it pie?"

"Not quite. It's a new cake I made, inspired by you!"

Beelzebub froze at his words, her mind reeling. "M-me?"

"That's right. I decided to experiment and I thought, 'what is Bee like?' and then it hit me." Adam smiled. "One of the sweetest angel I've ever known so I name this 'Bee Food Cake' after you. Originally, I was going to name it 'Angel Food Cake'."

Beelzebub's heart skipped a beat, her wings trembling as she processed Adam's words. "Bee Food Cake... after me?" she repeated, a mix of disbelief and delight in her voice. The room around her seemed to blur, the lively sounds of the party fading into the background as she focused solely on Adam and the basket he held.

Adam nodded, his smile as bright as the halo above his head. "That's right. I hope it does justice to your sweetness." His eyes twinkled with playful sincerity, completely unaware of the turmoil his words were causing within her.

Beelzebub swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. She couldn’t deny the swell of emotions rising within her—flattery, joy, but also a dangerous edge of temptation. This cake, named after her, held an allure she knew would be impossible to resist. And yet, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Was it wrong to indulge in something made in her honor? To allow herself to enjoy the sweetness of life in Heaven, especially when it was presented to her so freely by Adam?

Her resolve wavered as Adam carefully uncovered the basket, revealing the cake. It was a vision of culinary perfection—a fluffy, golden sponge that seemed to glow with a light of its own. The scent was heavenly, a delicate blend of vanilla and almond that wafted through the air and wrapped itself around Beelzebub like a warm embrace.

"Oh ... Adam, it's beautiful." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the edge of the cake, feeling the soft texture beneath her fingertips. She could already imagine the taste, the way it would melt in her mouth, light as air yet rich with flavor.

Adam beamed at her reaction, clearly pleased. "I'm glad you think so. I wanted it to be special, just like you."

Beelzebub’s heart fluttered at his words, her resolve crumbling entirely. There was no resisting this—no pushing down her desires in favor of duty. This cake was meant for her, and she was going to enjoy every bite.

Adam places the cake on the table and Bee steps up to it. With trembling hands, she picked up a knife and sliced into the cake, the soft sponge yielding easily beneath the blade. She lifted a piece onto a plate and handed it to Adam, her eyes never leaving the cake. "Thank you, Adam." she said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

He took the plate with a smile, but his gaze lingered on her, concern flickering in his eyes. "Bee, are you alright?"

She blinked, snapping out of her reverie. "I'm fine," she replied quickly, forcing a smile. "Just... overwhelmed. This is such a thoughtful gesture, Adam."

He smiled in return, seemingly satisfied with her answer. "I'm glad you like it. Now, go ahead and dig in! I want you to be the first to enjoy it!"

Beelzebub needed no further encouragement. She quickly served herself a slice and brought it to her lips, the anticipation almost too much to bear. The first bite was pure ecstasy—the cake was light and airy, yet rich in flavor, each mouthful a perfect blend of sweetness and warmth. It filled her with a sense of bliss so profound that it almost brought tears to her eyes.

She closed her eyes, savoring each bite, letting herself be lost in euphoria and as she ate, the cake filling her senses with its delicate, heavenly flavor, Beelzebub swore that she would indulge in all the pleasures of life, no matter the consequences.

FUCK DUTY!

FUCK RESTRAINT!

FUCK IT!

Snatching the the rest of the cake, she turned and disappeared into the crowd, intent on devouring the entire cake by herself.

"Bee!?"

Adam calls after her, his voice barely audible over the noise of the party, but it was too late. Beelzebub had vanished into the crowd, and her mind was already lost in the world of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"What the- I didn't get a slice!" Lute complains.

"Here, you can have mine." Adam says, passing the plate with the uneaten slice to her.

Lute accepted the plate with a bemused expression, watching as Beelzebub disappeared into the throng of angels. She took a tentative bite of the cake, and her eyes widened in surprise. The cake was, indeed, extraordinary—light, fluffy, and rich with a flavor that lingered pleasantly on the palate.

No wonder Beelzebub wanted the cake to herself.

"Should we leave Sir?" Lute inquires.

"No. We came here to party and we're going to party! Come on, there is still plenty of food and I think I see Azrael over there!" Adam smiles, pulling Lute along.

It wasn't long before Beelzebub found herself alone, tearing into the cake, the sweet scent engulfing her. She let out a soft moan, her wings shuddering with pleasure. Her mind filled with nothing but thoughts of the cake, her appetite only grew with each bite. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good, this free. Her only concern was indulging in the sweet, decadent flavors of the cake.

"Oh Adam, this is ... incredible." she murmured.

Within minutes, she had devoured the entire cake. Quickly, she picked up the pan and desperately licked at it, the remnants of frosting and crumbs, savoring every last bit. The sweet, vanilla flavor lingered on her tongue, a memory of the heavenly indulgence that had consumed her.

SHE MUST HAVE MORE!

Leaving the room, she quickly ran to the buffet table. Grabbing a plate, she piled it high with as much food as she could carry, her eyes gleaming with hunger. No longer caring for her image, she sat down at the table and began eating, her appetite insatiable.

She devoured plate after plate, barely pausing to breathe between bites.

But something about the food was wrong.

At first, she couldn't place it, but there was a strange feeling, like her body wasn't reacting the way it should.

It wasn't the same rush of pleasure she felt when she ate Adam's food. It was different somehow.

This feeling was darker, more intense. It made her stomach churn and her head spin, but she couldn't stop eating. She was so hungry but the food wasn't satisfying her.

Than she realizes why.

THIS WASN'T ADAM'S FOOD!

Panic surged through Beelzebub as the realization hit her. The food she was devouring so mindlessly was a poor imitation of Adam's creations—tasteless, hollow, and utterly unsatisfying. It did nothing to quell the void in her stomach, an insatiable hunger that gnawed at her with every bite.

Food that was once able to fill her belly now left her feeling empty and desperate. Beelzebub's wings quivered with frustration, and her heart pounded in her chest as the unsettling sensation spread through her entire body. The laughter and music of the party faded into the background, replaced by the deafening roar of her own thoughts.

She needed more—more of Adam’s food, more of that divine satisfaction that only his creations could provide. Nothing else would do.

She shoved the plate away, the half-eaten remnants of the food sliding off the edge and clattering to the floor. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her wings quivering uncontrollably. How could she have let herself fall so low? She was an angel, a being of divine purpose, and yet here she was, reduced to a gluttonous mess, craving something she couldn’t have.

Adam’s cooking! That was what she needed. The thought of it sent a fresh wave of longing through her, and she felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had to find him, had to get more of that cake, pie, whatever he cooked or she fears she might go mad from the craving.

Stumbling to her feet, Beelzebub wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her mind a haze of desire and shame. She pushed through the crowd of angels, her eyes wild, her only thought to find Adam.

"Where is he?" she muttered to herself, scanning the room frantically. The once lively party now felt like a labyrinth, every face unfamiliar, every laugh grating on her ears. It was as if the entire world had shifted, leaving her lost and alone in her desperation.

Finally, she spotted him across the room, laughing and talking with Azrael and Lute. Relief washed over her, but it was short-lived. As she made her way towards him, something strange began to happen. The room started to spin, the edges of her vision blurring, and a cold sweat broke out on her skin.

Her legs buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, her body convulsing as a wave of nausea hit her. She tried to cry out, but her voice was barely a whisper.

"Adam."

The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was Adam turning towards her, his eyes wide with shock and concern.

-

Beelzebub nose twitched as she picked up a new smell, her eyes fluttering open. She was met with Adam's smiling face and Lute's cautious one.

"Sir, she's awake!"

"Hey, Bee." Adam whispers, placing a hand on her forehead. "How you feeling? You've suddenly passed out at the party. Lute and I brought you to your room."

HUNGRY!

The only thought that echoed in her mind. Despite eating so much food during the party, her hunger was insatiable, a gnawing emptiness that seemed to grow with each passing second. Beelzebub’s mouth felt dry, her throat parched, yet all she could think about was Adam's cooking. Nothing else would satisfy this craving—nothing else could.

“Adam…” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a rasp as she tried to sit up. “Hungry.”

Adam chuckles softly, gently pushing her back down onto the bed. "You need to rest Bee." He reaches over to a table nearby, picking up a bowl of soup. "I figured you needed something calming so I made you some chicken soup. Sorry about intruding in your kitchen."

"It's fine." Beelzebub replies, her gaze locked onto the bowl. Her mouth watered, and she could feel her wings trembling with anticipation.

Adam sits her up and brings a spoonful of the soup to her lips. "Careful, it's hot."

Beelzebub didn't hesitate, opening her mouth and letting him feed her. The first taste was like a breath of fresh air, a soothing warmth spreading through her.

But the most surprising thing of all?

IT SATISFIED HER HUNGER!

The next few bites were slow and measured, savoring the taste, the way it warmed her. She couldn't believe how delicious it was, and how it quenched her hunger. How a mere bowl of soup made by him did what tons of food from the party couldn't.

"It's incredible." Beelzebub sighed. "How do you do it, Adam?"

Adam blushes, a bit embarrassed by the praise. "Easy, I made it with lots of love."

LOVE!?

Beelzebub felt as if her heart was going to explode, her body filled with an emotion that was hard to describe.

But in simple words.

His smell, his voice, his food, his very existence.

SHE LOVES HIM!

That's why the food from before couldn't satisfy her!

Because none of it was made with his love!

She loves him!

And he loves her!

She knows it.

"Thank you, Adam." Beelzebub smiled, her voice trembling with emotion.

"No need to thank me Bee." Adam places a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm just glad you're feeling better."

His presence was calming to her soul, soothing the turmoil that had been building inside her. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and allowing herself to bask in the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. It was as if all the confusion, the desperation, and the overwhelming hunger that had plagued her vanished, replaced by a deep, abiding sense of peace.

But beneath that peace, a new feeling began to stir—a fierce, protective urge, a desire to keep this moment, this connection with Adam, safe and untarnished. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing it, of losing him. The realization hit her with the force of a revelation: Adam was more than just a fellow angel or a friend. He was her anchor, the one who could satisfy not just her hunger but the deeper, more profound longing within her.

"Sir, we need to leave, it's getting late." Lute advised.

"True, Mom will probably get worried soon." Adam replies before turning back to Beelzebub. "Rest well Bee."

As she watched Adam leave, Beelzebub stared daggers at Lute, her mind racing with emotions she could barely control. Jealousy, possessiveness, and an overwhelming urge to protect her connection with Adam flooded her senses.

HOW DARE SHE TAKE ADAM AWAY FROM HER!

Feeling the hunger return, Beelzebub grabs the bowl of soup and greedily drinks it down. The soup slid down Beelzebub's throat, warm and comforting, but not nearly enough. As she drained the last drop, the bowl clattered to the floor, and she sat there, panting. The hunger had receded, but the emptiness inside her remained—a gnawing void that only Adam could fill.

SHE WILL HAVE HIM!

-

"I would like to address a matter concerning one of our own." Azrael announces to the council. "Beelzebub has been acting strangely as of late, and I feel that her actions may not be in Heaven's best interest."

The council members look at each other, concerned.

"What do you mean by 'strangely'?" Raphael asked.

"I've noticed that she's been taking more interest in food lately. In fact, she seems to have become quite the glutton." Azrael replies, folding her hands together.

"A glutton?"

"Yes. I've seen her devouring entire plates of food without even taking a moment to savor the taste. Eating as if her very existence depended on it." Azrael's voice grows grave. "It's concerning, to say the least."

"You have seen this first hand?" Sera asks.

"No, but there were many eye witnesses at the party that Beelzebub hosted recently. Many of them claimed to have seen her behave in an unusual manner." Azrael shakes her head. "I only witnessed the point where she collapsed after calling out for Adam."

"She ... called out for Adam?" Sera repeats, her eyes narrowing.

This was all new to Sera. After Adam had returned home, he had only told her about how he enjoyed the party and spent time talking to Azrael and Beelzebub. But now, Beelzebub acting oddly, suddenly developing some form of insatiable hunger and was last calling out for her son? Something was definitely amiss.

"Yes, after which, she passed out and Adam and Lute took her to her room to recover." Azrael explains.

"One of our own fainting and in Heaven no less is concerning." Raphael points out.

"I agree." Sera says. "Jophiel, I am appointing you to shadow Beelzebub and discover what has caused this."

"Me?" Jophiel groans.

"Yes. I trust you to handle this sensitive matter discreetly and report your findings back to us." Sera replies, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Of course, Lady Sera." Jophiel sighs, rising from her seat. "I'll get right on it."

As she leaves the room, Sera turns to Azrael, a concerned expression on her face. "What did Beelzebub want from my son?"

"I'm not sure. When Adam arrived, he handed Beelzebub a basket of something and in less than an hour, she was unconscious." Azrael replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"I see ..." Sera mused, her gaze drifting off.

There is no way Adam would have done anything malicious or dangerous, and she highly doubts he would ever try to kill an angel unless it was Lucifer. No, something else was at play here and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

They will have to wait and hear back from Jophiel.

-

The next morning, Jophiel kept a low profile as she trailed Beelzebub’s movements throughout the day, watching her from a distance. To her surprise, Beelzebub’s behavior seemed completely ordinary—until meal times. When Beelzebub entered the communal dining hall, Jophiel noticed the shift. The usually reserved angel’s eyes darkened with a strange intensity as she zeroed in on the food. It was as if an invisible force was pulling her towards the buffet, and Jophiel could almost see the hunger gnawing at her from the inside out.

Beelzebub piled her plate high, her hands trembling slightly as she selected the most lavish dishes, ignoring the simpler, more wholesome options. She ate quickly, barely pausing to savor the food, and Jophiel could see the desperation in her eyes—the same desperation that was reported from the party. It was clear something was terribly wrong.

As Beelzebub left the dining hall, Jophiel continued her surveillance. She noticed that, despite the copious amounts of food Beelzebub consumed, there was no satisfaction on her face—only an ever-growing hunger, an emptiness that the food failed to fill.

Jophiel’s concern deepened for angels don't even need to eat in the first place. Eating was more of a recreational activity or a way to experience the joy of creation in its various forms. The fact that Beelzebub was so ravenous, so consumed by this need, struck Jophiel as profoundly unnatural.

What happens next caught Jophiel off guard.

Beelzebub hid herself in some bushes outside of the High Seraphim's estate.

Wait ... is she stalking Adam!?

That's disgusting!

Why would she even think about stalking a human!?

At least if it was Michael, she could somewhat empathize with as he is after all, the second most beautiful angel after herself.

But now, she could feel the love that Beelzebub was exuding as she trailed after Adam.

What was so special about Adam anyway? Other than being the First Man, there really wasn't much else to say.

Jophiel watched with curiosity, keeping a safe distance. After a few minutes, Adam and Lute left the mansion and started walking off. Beelzebub crouched lower, her eyes narrowing as she focused intently on Adam. There was an eerie stillness to her, like a predator stalking its prey. Jophiel’s heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to remain calm. She needed to understand what was happening before she could intervene.

As Adam and Lute strolled through the gardens, chatting amiably, Beelzebub shadowed them, moving silently from bush to bush. Her usually composed demeanor was completely gone, replaced by something feral, almost bestial. Jophiel could hardly believe what she was witnessing. This wasn’t the Beelzebub she knew—this was something darker, more primal.

Jophiel’s mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle. Beelzebub’s unusual behavior around food, the insatiable hunger, and now this obsessive focus on Adam—what was the connection? And why Adam? She considered the possibility that Lucifer’s influence might be at play, or perhaps it was something more insidious, something that had taken root deep within Beelzebub’s soul.

Just as she was about to step out from her hiding spot to confront Beelzebub, Lute said something to Adam that made him laugh. The sound was light, pure, and full of joy—the kind of laughter that could lift even the darkest of spirits. For a moment, Beelzebub hesitated, her expression softening. But then, as quickly as it came, the softness was replaced by a flicker of rage.

Rage directed at Lute.

In that instant, Jophiel knew she had to act. Before Beelzebub could make her move, Jophiel darted forward, placing herself between Adam and Beelzebub. "Something the matter Beelzebub? You look like you're in a bad mood."

Beelzebub's eyes flashed dangerously, her jaw clenched. "Get out of my way."

"Not until you tell me what you're doing." Jophiel said firmly, refusing to back down.

"It's none of your concern." Beelzebub replied coldly, her voice laced with venom.

"When one of our own starts acting strangely, it's very much my concern." Jophiel shot back.

"I don't have time for this!" Beelzebub angrily says, pushing past the Angel of Love. "Adam is getting away!"

"Beelzebub, wait!"

"ADAM!"

Hearing his name being called, Adam and Lute turned to see Beelzebub rushing over to them. But before Beelzebub could reach them, Jophiel had tackled her. Wrapping her arms around Beelzebub's waist, Jophiel six wings carried them away from Adam and Lute.

"What are you doing!? Unhand me!"

"Not until you start acting rationally! Beelzebub, you're acting strange and I think you need some help."

"Help!?" Beelzebub growls, her wings flaring up. "I don't need help. What I need is Adam!"

"What!?"

"I need Adam and his cooking. I need it more than anything else in the universe." Beelzebub cries, struggling against Jophiel's grip. "So please, let me go!"

"Are you crazy!?" Jophiel yelled, her eyes wide with shock. "Beelzebub, I'm not letting you go. I can't! Besides, it just cooking! I doubt his cooking is that much better than Heaven! You don't even need to eat!"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Beelzebub screams, her voice cracking with emotion. "His cooking is different. It's not like the tasteless slop you eat here! It's not the same. When he makes food, he puts his love into it and it fills me. I can't explain it but it fills this hole inside of me."

Tasteless slop!? Now Jophiel knows that Beelzebub has truly lost it when she referred to Heaven's food as such.

"You're insane!"

"I'm not insane!"

"Yes you are! You're obsessed with a human!"

"He's not just any human! He's Adam!"

"So what!? You're an angel, not some human-obsessed stalking creep!"

"I don't care! I want him, his cooking, and his love!"

"Love!?"

"I want his love and I'll do anything to get it!"

Seeing no other option, Jophiel flies them away until they cleared the city limits. She snaps her fingers and creates a prison cell of sort and quickly tosses Beelzebub into it.

"I'm sorry Bee, but this is for your own good."

"No!"

"I need to inform Sera and the others about this. Don't worry, I'll return soon."

"Let me go! I need him! Please!"

But it's all too late as Jophiel vanishes.

Beelzebub started slamming herself against the bars of the cell, her wings flaring wildly as she screamed in frustration. The sound of metal clanging against metal echoed through the empty space, but no one was there to hear her desperate pleas. Her mind raced, consumed by thoughts of Adam, his laughter, his smile, and most of all, his cooking. The hunger within her grew stronger, gnawing at her insides like a beast that couldn't be tamed.

She didn't understand why this was happening to her. Why was she so obsessed? Why did she need him so badly? It was more than just hunger; it was an all-consuming desire that she couldn't control. Her thoughts kept circling back to Adam, to the way his presence had made her feel whole, even if just for a moment.

SHE NEEDS HIM!

She begins losing her sense of self, her mind clouded by a single, overpowering need.

Her body grows larger, a third eye opening up on her forehead and her wings darkening into a deep, ominous shade. The transformation was as terrifying as it was unexpected, her angelic form twisting into something more monstrous, more demonic. The cell groaned under the pressure of her expanding form, the metal bending and creaking as her power surged uncontrollably.

Beelzebub’s thoughts were now a chaotic whirlpool, torn between her old self and this new, primal hunger that dominated her every action. Her rationality was slipping away, and in its place, an insatiable, single-minded desire took root—she had to get to Adam. Nothing else mattered. She clawed at the bars, her once elegant hands now twisted into sharp claws, her voice a guttural growl as she roared in frustration.

And soon, the cell couldn't contain her.

The bars shattered as she exploded out of her prison, her demonic form taking flight, soaring across the sky with a single purpose:

"ADAM!"

-

"Ahhhh! A demon!"

"It's grotesque!"

"Eeeeeek!"

"Stay away from us you monster!"

"Why is there one in Heaven!"

"Where are the exorcists!?"

"Save us!"

Beelzebub didn't have time to care about the angels or winners as she tore through Heaven.

She was searching for one person, and one person alone.

Meanwhile, Adam was having a get together with his daughters in the park as he had invented a new machine that produced a new food that he calls 'Cotton Candy'.

"It's amazing Sir!" Lute cried out. It was a little too sweet for her, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.

"It's so fluffy and sweet!" Harper says, her mouth stuffed with the pink treat.

"Dad, you're a genius." Aclima praises, eating her cotton candy delicately.

Adam chuckles. "Oh, I'm not that great, but I'm glad you girls like it."

Adam continued to spin and make more cotton candy for the rest of his daughters that were lining up, unaware of the chaos that was currently tearing through Heaven.

Suddenly, the serene atmosphere of the park was shattered by a dark shadow that swept across the sky. Beelzebub’s monstrous form loomed overhead, her eyes locked onto Adam with a ravenous intensity that sent shivers down the spines of all who saw her.

All except one.

"A demon!" Harper cries out.

"Come on ladies, you were trained for this!" Aclima yells out, drawing her spear.

Soon, Aclima, Lute, Harper and the rest of the exorcists had their weapons out and stared down the transformed Beelzebub.

Beelzebub only saw them as a mere annoyance, her focus solely on the man before her. Ready to kidnap him and take him from this place where she and him would consummate their union.

The two groups squared off, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. No one moved, no one dared breathe, as they waited for the other side to make the first move.

But what came instead was laughter.

Adam's laughter.

Adam's laughter rang out, warm and genuine, cutting through the palpable tension. He turned to his daughters with a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, girls. I think I know what this is.”

His calm demeanor seemed almost out of place given the chaos surrounding them, but he stepped forward, his gaze never leaving the monstrous form of Beelzebub.

"Dad! What are you doing!?" Aclima shouts with worry.

"It's fine." Adam assures them, waving his hand.

Beelzebub's gaze follows him, her eyes glimmering with a strange intensity. She watches his every move, her muscles tensing, ready to pounce and claim Adam but his innocent smile and gentle golden eyes made her hesitate.

"Bee." Adam says, holding his hand out to her.

Hearing his voice, her heart races. The hunger within her roars, demanding her to take him and yet ... she doesn't want to. She wants him to keep calling her name, to look at her like that, and to say her name.

"Bee, are you hungry?" Adam ask.

"..."

"Is someone hangry?" Adam says in a teasing voice.

...

Beelzebub slowly nods in response.

"Ha! I knew it! You smelled my newest creation and couldn't resist!" Adam chuckles. "I guess you can have some, but only a small portion. My other girls will get jealous if I give you more than them."

Beelzebub was confused as the man smiled gently at her. On her way here, she was called a monster, a demon and every word that could be used to describe Lucifer, and yet ... Adam treated her differently. His gaze was so warm and full of kindness.

She slowly reached out to his hand, her claws barely grazing his fingers. She wanted to be closer to him, to feel his warmth, and to hear his laughter. She didn't want to leave him, not when she finally found him.

"Come." Adam beckons her, his hand closing around her claws. "Let's eat!"

Beelzebub lets him lead her. The hunger within her quiets down, soothed by his presence. His touch was so warm and comforting that she wished this moment would last forever. As they walked, the exorcists followed closely behind, watching their every move, ready to strike should Beelzebub show the slightest hint of hostility.

They arrived at the cotton candy stand and Beelzebub saw the pink fluffiness of the sweet treat. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the cotton candy, her demonic form still present but no longer as intimidating. The vibrant pink spun sugar was a stark contrast to her dark, chaotic nature. Adam handed her a piece with a grin.

"Here you go." he said, extending the fluffy treat towards her.

Beelzebub hesitated, her claws still trembling slightly. She looked at Adam, who nodded encouragingly.

She took a tentative bite, her eyes widening in surprise as the sweetness melted on her tongue.

"It's... it's sweet," she murmured, her voice filled with astonishment.

LIKE ADAM!

As Beelzebub continued to eat the cotton candy, her monstrous form slowly began to revert. With each bite, the darkness in her wings and the intensity in her eyes diminished.

Adam watched her with a gentle smile, noting how she slowly reverted back to her original form, oblivious to her earlier intentions.

His presence and his simple act of kindness were proving to be a balm to her tormented soul. Beelzebub’s claws retracted, and the third eye on her forehead faded.

The exorcists, still on high alert, observed the transformation with a mix of disbelief and relief. Their weapons remained drawn, but their gazes softened as they saw Beelzebub’s demeanor change. Lute and Aclima exchanged glances, their expressions showing a tentative trust in Adam’s approach.

"Wait! That's Beelzebub!"

"What!? THE Beelzebub!?"

"That can't be her!"

"But it is!"

"There's no way the Beelzebub would turn into ... THAT!"

As the exorcists continued to murmur amongst themselves, Beelzebub and Adam shared a silent moment. Adam reached out, his hand lightly brushing against her cheek. Beelzebub flinched at the contact, a shiver running through her. His touch was so warm and tender, she could feel her body heat up, her cheeks flushing.

Almost immediately, guilt consumed her being as she recalled all the dark thoughts that had taken root in her mind earlier, especially those that were targeted at him. She didn't deserve his kindness, his warmth, and yet...she wanted it so desperately. She wanted him to touch her more, to look at her with those gentle eyes, and to call her name.

For a moment, she imagined a life where he and her were husband and wife.

"Beelzebub!" Sera calls out.

But It was a life she would never have.

Sera appeared with Michael, Jophiel, and Uriel, all of whom were alarmed after hearing what had transpired earlier.

"I..." Before Beelzebub could explain herself, Sera brushed past her and stood protectively in front of Adam while the other three surrounded her.

Sera’s expression was a mix of stern authority and concern. “Adam, are you alright? We came as quickly as we could.”

Adam nodded, ignorant of why they were worried. “I’m fine, Mom. Is something wrong?”

Sera’s eyes flickered to Beelzebub, who now stood with her head bowed, her wings retracting and her demonic features fading away. “Beelzebub.” Sera said softly, her voice carrying a tone of cautious empathy.

Despite the threatening eyes of Sera, Jophiel, Michael, and Uriel, Beelzebub didn't respond. All she could think about was Adam, his warmth, his gentleness, and his kindness. The guilt ate away at her, making her stomach churn and her chest tighten.

The last thing she wanted to do was be the cause of Adam's sadness. To be the reason he doesn't smile.

But her urges may come back and then what would happen?

She couldn't take that chance.

She wouldn't.

She had to leave.

All she wishes now was that he remembers her fondly.

So, with a forced smile, she looks up at Adam.

"Adam." Beelzebub says, her voice cracking slightly. "Everything is fine."

Looking between them, Sera understood her intentions.

"We should head back, Adam. You must be exhausted." Sera insisted.

"Kind of but I should say goodbye to Bee." Adam says, trying to approach Beelzebub.

Sera shakes her head. "It's fine, you can say goodbye the next time she comes to visit."

"But-"

"No buts! Come on, let's go." Sera says, dragging Adam away.

"Bye Bee!" Adam calls out.

"Goodbye ... Adam." Beelzebub replies, a single tear falling from her eye. She drinks in his form, knowing that this will be the last she'll see of him.

She watched as Adam left with Sera and the exorcists, leaving herself and the others behind.

She didn't want him to leave.

She didn't want to leave.

But she has to.

For his sake.

-

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Michael ask.

"I'm sure." Beelzebub replies. "Raphael couldn't cure what ails me and I have caused enough trouble."

"I don't think you should give up so easily." Uriel tells her. "Perhaps with enough time, Raphael and I could find a solution to your affliction."

"That's not necessary." Beelzebub shakes her head. "There is no cure and the longer I stay in Heaven, the more likely I'll do something regrettable."

"Like?" Raphael ask.

Beelzebub didn't have to say the words as the memory of the earlier incident still lingered in their minds.

"But you love Adam." Jophiel argues.

"I do, but ... I don't deserve him." Beelzebub mutters. "He is what I want, not what I need."

She can't help but feel a twinge of regret as she utters the words, but she knows that she has no choice. Her desires, her hunger, her selfishness ... all of it is a curse that can't be healed.

"We can't convince you, can we?" Uriel says, her tone somber.

"No."

Sera sighs. "I'm sorry we couldn't help you."

"It's fine. You've done enough." Beelzebub nods her head, her expression unreadable.

Reaching up, she removes her halo and presents it to the group. Sera reaches for it and gingerly takes the small object in her hands, its bright light fading as she holds it.

"This is for the best." Beelzebub smiles faintly.

Michael steps forward and unsheathes his sword. "On behalf of the council and with the approval of the High Seraphim Sera, I hear by cast you from this place."

But instead of stabbing his sword into the ground and letting Beelzebub fall into hell like Mammon and Lucifer did, he instead, opens up a portal to hell.

"It is your choice to leave Heaven. No one will stop you." Michael states, his tone neutral. "You can still turn back. We will try to help you."

But Beelzebub refused.

"I appreciate it, but my mind is set." Beelzebub nods. "Thank you."

With those final words, she leapt through the portal, disappearing from their sight.

As she made her way in to hell, her thoughts drifted back to Adam, his laughter, and his gentle gaze. She could still see the warm light of his eyes and hear his voice calling her "Bee" in that teasing, affectionate manner. Even though she was leaving behind the world she had come to know, she cherished the memory of his smile and his sweet treats as her most treasured possession.

The portal closed behind her, sealing her fate. Hell greeted her with its familiar chaos and despair, but Beelzebub's resolve remained steadfast. She knew that returning to her old ways was not an option. She had made the choice to leave Heaven not out of resignation but out of a desire to protect Adam and herself from the destructive potential of her own nature.

But deep down, Beelzebub hoped that perhaps, one day, her path might cross with Adam again. She wanted him to remember her with kindness, not as the monster she could have been but as "Bee". Until that day came, she would carry the memory of cotton candy and a warm smile as a beacon of hope in her heart.

But of course, if he somehow ends up in hell ...

Than it's fair game.

SHE'LL NEVER LET HIM GO!

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Chapter 84: The Fall of Satan

Summary:

Ever wonder how Satan fell?

Notes:

Welcome to part 3 of the fall of the sins!

Thank you all for continuing to read and I hope you are still enjoying the series!

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Chapter Text

2769 B.C

A chorus of shouts and cheers rang out in the training grounds as Adam and Aclima sparred with each other, both combatants wielding wooden swords with practiced skill. Their movements were a blur, the clashing of wood resonating through the air as they circled one another, eyes locked in focused determination.

Adam’s powerful strikes were met with Aclima’s swift parries, her agility matching his strength. She ducked under a wide swing, her feet moving gracefully as she spun to the side, aiming a quick thrust at his flank. Adam barely managed to deflect the blow, grinning at her tenacity.

Every exorcists turned up to watch the spectacle. It was always a sight to see their father and their eldest sister go at it, both were a force of nature and were a delight to watch.

They could never tell who would win but they had a pretty good idea of who would. Their father has won every single bout, even when he was outnumbered but Aclima always came the closest and would never stop trying to win.

“Come on, Aclima!” Harper shouted from the sidelines. “Show him what you’ve got!”

Aclima smirked at the encouragement, her eyes glinting with determination. “I intend to,” she replied, her voice steady despite the exertion.

"Kick her ass Sir!" Lute yells, cheering for Adam.

"You're gonna get it from me later Lute!" Aclima yells as she blocks a swing from Adam.

"Looking forward to it!" Lute smirks.

Aclima growls before charging at Adam with renewed vigor. The clashing of swords echoed through the training grounds as the two combatants engaged in a fierce battle. Adam responded to Aclima's renewed assault with equal fervor, his sword meeting hers in a series of rapid, powerful strikes. The onlookers watched in awe as their father and sister showcased their exceptional combat prowess, their movements almost too fast to follow.

"Stay on your toes, Aclima." Adam advised between strikes, his voice calm but commanding. "You're improving, but you still leave openings."

Aclima gritted her teeth, focusing on his words while trying to find a way past his defenses. She feinted to the left, drawing Adam's attention before swiftly pivoting to the right, aiming a precise strike at his shoulder.

Adam countered her move with a fluid twist of his body, deflecting her sword with ease. "Good try." he said, a proud smile on his face. "But not good enough."

The spectators cheered and shouted encouragements, their excitement growing with each exchange. The air was charged with energy, the atmosphere electric as Adam and Aclima continued their duel.

The duel came to a head when Aclima thought her Father left himself open. Aiming for his lower body, she thrust her sword forward but Adam expected this and sidestepped. He lifted his foot up, causing Aclima's sword to miss its mark. Adam brought his foot down almost immediately, pinning the blade to the ground.

Aclima gasped, trying to yank her sword free, but Adam was already on the move. With a swift motion, he brought his knee up to connect with her jaw, but stopped just short, a mere fraction of an inch from making contact. The sudden halt in his motion demonstrated his impeccable control and restraint. Aclima, recognizing her defeat, released her grip on the sword and exhaled sharply, her breath coming in heavy pants.

Adam stood tall, offering a hand to his daughter, his expression softening from that of a fierce warrior to a proud father. “Well fought,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “You’re getting stronger every day.”

Aclima took his hand, allowing him to pull her up to her feet. She wiped the sweat from her brow, a rueful smile on her lips. “One of these days, I’ll beat you.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone clapping and approaching the duo. Adam and Aclima looked towards the source, and their expressions morphed into one of annoyance. Adam wasn't usually one to turn away company but this particular individual was one he did not want to see.

"Well, that was quite the show, wouldn't you say, Adam?" Satan says.

Adam frowns. "What are you doing here Satan?"

Satan's gaze drifts to Aclima, the lustful intent clear in his eyes. "Just enjoying the view."

Aclima glares at him and Adam raises his wing, blocking him from seeing her.

"That's enough, you can leave now." Adam says, his voice firm.

Adam never liked Satan. Not for lack of trying but because of Satan's insidious nature and his tendency to stir trouble wherever he went. The exorcists murmured among themselves, their unease palpable at the sight of Satan. His presence was never a good omen.

But it wasn't anything new. Satan simply loved to come here and taunt them.

Particularly Adam.

But why?

Because he HATED Adam!

Life in Heaven had been pretty much perfect for Satan. He was only second to Michael in terms of combat prowess, he had authority thanks to his affiliation with Michael, and he had his own section of Heaven. As Michael's longest and favorite disciple, you could say Satan was living the celestial dream.

His section of Heaven was a marvel—gleaming towers that sparkled like diamonds, gardens that seemed to bloom eternally, and a throne made of pure, radiant light. Angels flocked to him, eager to hear his teachings on strength, strategy, and leadership. Michael himself often praised Satan for his dedication, saying he was the perfect blend of might and intellect.

But than Adam, the First Man, came to Heaven.

Adam’s arrival was met with great fanfare. He was, after all, the very first human. The angels gathered in droves to catch a glimpse of him, murmuring in awe. Even Michael, with his usual stoic demeanor, seemed impressed by Adam’s presence. He often invited Adam to the grand halls, teaching him the ways of Heaven and showing him the intricacies of creation.

At first, he told himself that Adam was just another angel, that he was just a passing fad that everyone would soon lose interest in. An angel, yes, but ultimately beneath the celestial beings in stature and importance.

After all, he was only human.

Yet, as the years passed, he began to notice something that gnawed at his very core.

Adam was becoming the center of attention.

Michael, who once spent countless hours with Satan discussing matters of strategy and governance, now spent his time observing Adam and sometimes even training him. The angels, who once flocked to Satan’s radiant presence, now gravitated toward Adam, their admiration for the First Man growing with each passing day. They marveled at his innocence, his curiosity, his experience and seemingly boundless potential.

Satan’s pride, his most cherished trait, started to burn with a new intensity. Why, he wondered, was this mere mortal receiving such adulation? Was he not just as impressive? Was he not just as strong?

He is everything Adam is and more. He is the one who should be receiving such adulation, not some simple-minded human.

While Adam wasn't a disciple of Michael per se, it didn't stop Michael from fostering a strong bond with him. Adam's natural charisma and strength quickly won the favor of those around him, creating a shift in the hierarchy that Satan resented deeply.

So, with a plan in mind, Satan began to work at proving how Adam was just another lowly mortal, beneath the might of a Heaven born angel. He would show the others how inferior the humans were.

At one point he even challenged Adam to a spar and beat him handedly to show Michael and the others that he was the superior one. But Adam had taken the defeat with grace and used it as motivation to improve his skills further which earned further respect from Michael and the others.

Anything Satan did only seemed to improve Adam's image. At least, until Aclima came to Heaven.

It was no secret that Adam loves all his daughters, but it was equally known that Aclima is his favorite.

So what better way than to ruin Adam's image than by taking the man's precious daughter!

He knew that the subject of Adam losing his wives to Lucifer was a sore point for the First Man so taking the daughter he cherished the most away through seduction or death would either break him or make him go berserk.

Both outcomes were fine with Satan.

Satan grins wickedly, his eyes alight with malice. "Now, now, I'm simply here to partake in some sparring as well. Is there something wrong with that?"

Adam's eyes narrow in suspicion. "Yes. Especially considering that you've always made it known to us that we are not on your level. Shouldn't you be asking Michael instead?"

"Normally that would be the case but today, I'm feeling generous." Satan says, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I'd be more than happy to spar with your daughter, Adam. It is time to see if your training has been effective."

"Let me at him Dad! I can take him!" Aclima shouts.

"No, you'll stay out of this." Adam tells her, his gaze unwavering. "I'm not going to let you fight a snake, Aclima."

"A snake?" Satan asks, a dark smirk crossing his features. "Now, why would you call me that, Adam? I wasn't the snake that stole both of your wives."

Adam's eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "My wives are none of your concern."

Satan's grin only widens, his eyes filled with sadistic glee. He knew exactly how to push Adam's buttons and was reveling in the moment. "But it's true, isn't it? You couldn't protect them from Lucifer. You're weak, Adam. And your daughters will never be stronger than their father if they train with you."

"That's it!" Aclima screams, pushing herself between the two men. "I'll fight you myself, asshole!"

"Aclima, enough!" Adam barks.

"No! He's insulted you and I won't stand for it!" Aclima declares, her voice laced with anger.

"She's right, you know." Satan agrees, his eyes flashing with anticipation. "It's about time I showed her just how inferior you really are, Adam. Let's see if your teachings are truly worth something. Maybe after she realizes how worthless you are, she'll come to me for a little one-on-one."

Adam's eyes blazed with fury, but he kept his composure. "Aclima, step aside. This isn't a battle you need to fight."

"No!" Aclima insisted, her determination unyielding. "If he's going to insult you, then I’ll make sure he eats his words."

Satan's smirk widened, relishing the confrontation. "Very well, Aclima. Let's see if your skills match your spirit."

Aclima drew her sword, her stance firm and resolute. She faced Satan, her eyes narrowing as she prepared for the inevitable clash. The onlookers fell silent, their anticipation palpable.

Satan took a leisurely stance, his sword drawn with a slow, deliberate motion. His posture was relaxed, almost mocking, as if he was treating this duel as a mere diversion rather than a serious fight. "Show me what you’ve got, Aclima. I’m eager to see if you’re truly as formidable as your father claims."

Aclima charged with a fierce cry, her sword flashing through the air with swift, practiced strikes. Satan effortlessly dodged her initial attacks, his movements almost lazily avoiding her blows. With every swing she made, Satan seemed to be one step ahead, his laughter echoing in the training grounds as he evaded her with ease.

The spectators watched in a mix of horror and awe as Aclima’s energy began to wane. Her attacks grew more frantic, her breathing more labored, but Satan remained calm and unperturbed. He began to counter her attacks with a casual grace, his own strikes never landing but always just close enough to remind Aclima of his presence.

Aclima, sweat pouring down her face, managed to land a few glancing blows, but Satan's agility and superior skill were evident. He toyed with her, his taunts growing sharper. "Is this all you have, Aclima? I was expecting more from the daughter of Adam. Or perhaps, you take after your mother instead, whose only good point is pushing out babies."

Adam clenched his fists, his eyes filled with concern and anger. He wanted to intervene, to protect his daughter from Satan's cruelty, but he knew that would only fuel Satan's taunts.

Finally, with a swift, calculated move, Satan disarmed Aclima, knocking her sword out of her hand and sending it skidding across the ground. He then grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her backward, her body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

Aclima lay there, panting heavily, her strength spent. Satan watched her, a triumphant sneer on his face.

While Michael wasn't around to watch, he could strike a killing blow and end Aclima's life 'accidentally' and no one would be able to stop him.

"A shame." he mocked, his voice dripping with malice. "It seems you're no better than your father."

He was about ready to strike her while she was down but Adam had seen enough. He lands with a loud thud between them, his wings spreading out wide in a protective manner.

Stepping forward, his expression was a mix of fury and concern. "Enough, Satan. She's had enough."

"Oh? Are you finally going to defend her?" Satan mocks. "Like how you defended your wives?"

"Dad, I'm fine." Aclima insisted, pushing herself up to her feet. "Let me fight him."

"No, you're done, Aclima." Adam says. "I won't let you get hurt any further."

"I'm not finished!" Aclima snaps, her eyes blazing with anger.

"I SAID YOU'RE FINISHED!" Adam roars.

Everyone, including Aclima, goes silent, Adam's roar ringing in the air. Rarely does he raise his voice to such a degree.

His expression was pained and angry, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He turned his gaze to Satan, his eyes blazing with fury.

"If you want a fight, than you got one." Adam says as he raises his sword, pointing it at Satan.

"So you've finally decided to step up." Satan smiles, his eyes alight with excitement. "It's about time, Adam."

Adam's eyes locked onto Satan's with a fierce intensity, his rage simmering beneath the surface. The air around them seemed to crackle with tension as Adam took a step forward, his sword gleaming in the sunlight.

"You defeated me once." Adam growled, his voice filled with a cold determination. "Let's see if lightning strikes twice."

Satan’s grin widened, clearly relishing the prospect of a challenge. "Finally, you’ve decided to act like a worthy opponent. I was beginning to think you were all talk."

Without warning, Adam lunged at Satan, his sword slicing through the air with remarkable speed. Satan met his advance with a swift parry, their swords clashing with a resonant clang. The force of their strikes created a whirlwind of energy, the ground beneath them trembling with the intensity of their battle.

Adam’s initial onslaught was powerful and relentless, his movements sharp and precise. Satan, however, matched him blow for blow, his own strikes fluid and almost playful. The duel seemed evenly matched, but there was a subtle shift in Satan’s demeanor, a hint of overconfidence in his movements.

As the clash continued, Adam began to notice Satan’s subtle tells—slight hesitations, a smirk that lingered too long. The realization sparked a glimmer of hope in Adam’s mind. Satan’s arrogance was becoming his greatest weakness.

So long as he remained calm, he can defeat Satan.

Adam seized the opportunity. With a feigned lunge to the right, he baited Satan into overcommitting. As Satan’s sword sliced through the air in a wide arc, Adam sidestepped and brought his own blade around in a quick, unexpected counterattack. The move was fluid, executed with precise timing.

Satan’s eyes widened in surprise as Adam’s blade connected with his side, the edge biting through his defenses. The impact sent Satan stumbling back, his smug expression replaced with a momentary flicker of disbelief.

"You’ve grown better than I expected, Adam," Satan hissed, regaining his footing. "But don’t think this will be over so easily."

Adam didn’t give him a chance to recover. With a fierce battle cry, he closed the distance between them, his sword striking with a renewed vigor. The blows were swift and unyielding, each strike calculated to exploit Satan’s growing frustration.

Satan’s defenses began to falter under the relentless assault. His attempts to parry became increasingly desperate, his smug demeanor replaced by a look of genuine concern. Adam’s strategy was working; Satan’s arrogance was leading him to make mistakes.

Finally, with a decisive strike, Adam’s blade found its mark, knocking Satan’s sword from his hand.

But was this how his tale will end?

Sure, had it been any other angel, Satan would have taken the defeat in stride.

But to be defeated by a human?

NO!

HE WILL NOT LOSE TO A HUMAN!

ESPECIALLY ADAM!

Before Adam could bring his blade back up to meet Satan and claim victory, Satan kicks him in the gut, sending Adam stumbling back a few steps. With a sudden, brutal twist, Satan pulled a hidden dagger from his belt and drove it into Adam's side.

Adam's eyes widened in shock and pain, but he did not falter. He tried to push Satan away, but the angel was relentless. As Adam staggered, Satan unleashed a blast of Holy Light from his other hand, the blinding radiance crashing into Adam with a force that sent him crashing into the wall.

Aclima's scream pierced the air as she rushed to her father's side, her face pale with horror. The exorcists emotions surged with rage, their shock palpable as they watched their father fall before them.

They quickly erupted in outrage, their protests filling the air.

"BOO!"

"Cheater!"

"Coward!"

"How dare you!?"

Satan's laughter echoed through the training grounds, cruel and triumphant. His eyes alight with a twisted satisfaction. "What’s the matter, Adam? Can’t handle a little divine intervention?"

Aclima, tears streaming down her face, rushed to Adam’s side, her hands trembling as she tried to help him. "Dad, stay with me. Please, stay with me."

Adam’s breathing was labored, his face contorted in pain, but he managed a weak smile for his daughter. "I’m ... I’m alright, Aclima."

Satan stepped back, his eyes scanning the enraged faces of the exorcists. "Look at them, Adam. They’re all looking at you with pity now. You’ve failed them, and you’ve failed yourself. Just as I always knew you would."

Aclima turned her tear-streaked face towards Satan, her voice filled with a mix of rage and sorrow. "I won't let you get away with this!"

"Sure, you and what army?" Satan taunts, his grin widening.

Aclima turned her eyes to Lute who only nodded in response, understanding her intentions.

Lute then turned her attention to the others, her expression imploring as she raised a finger to Satan.

"GET HIM!"

Within seconds, hundreds of exorcists brandished their weapons and descended upon Satan, their faces contorted with fury. Their cries were filled with righteous indignation as they rushed at the angel, their swords and spears flashing through the air with a ferocity that rivaled the might of Michael himself.

Satan's grin faltered for a split second as he saw the sheer number of exorcists closing in on him. The once-confident expression on his face turned to one of concern, though he quickly masked it with a sneer. "You think you can defeat me with numbers alone?"

With a wave of his hand, Satan summoned a barrier, creating a shield that deflected the first wave of attacks. The barrier crackled and sparked as the exorcists' weapons met it, but it held firm for the moment. Satan's eyes burned with malevolent glee as he started firing off Holy Light in every direction. Were it not for their angelic nature, the Holy Light would have erased them from existence.

Adam, lying on the ground, struggled to maintain consciousness. Aclima stayed by his side, trying to tend to his wound despite the overwhelming chaos around them. "Hold on, Dad." she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Just stay with me."

The exorcists, fueled by their rage and love for their father, pressed their attack with renewed vigor. They coordinated their efforts, striking in unison to weaken Satan’s barrier. The energy shield shimmered and faltered under the relentless onslaught, cracks forming in its surface.

Satan, realizing his barrier was on the verge of breaking, snarled in frustration. He began to conjure a powerful blast of Holy Light, preparing to unleash it upon the exorcists. But before he could release the attack, Aclima stepped forward, her sword blazing with a brilliant light.

"Now!" Aclima shouted, her voice cutting through the din of battle. "Break through now!"

The exorcists responded to her command with a unified effort. Their combined strength and fury brought their weapons crashing down on Satan’s barrier, the force of their strikes creating a burst of energy that shattered the shield.

Despite the blinding light and shockwave that resulted from the blast, Lute stood firm and refused to relent.

She was made to protect Adam!

She was his guardian!

SHE WILL PROTECT ADAM!

With her will set, she charges forward with her rapier in hand and eyes closed. Lute swings her rapier in a slashing motion, praying that her weapon finds its mark.

And then, there was a sudden silence.

Satan stared at her in stunned disbelief, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Lute's rapier had sliced off his left hand.

Lute slowly opened her eyes to see the angel clutching the stump of his severed arm, golden ichor spurting from the wound. A look of pure hatred and rage twisted his face as he stared at the exorcist standing before him.

HE LOST HIS HAND!?

TO AN OFFSPRING OF ADAM!?

"You!" Satan hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "You dare cut off my hand!?"

The battlefield seemed to freeze in the aftermath of Satan's severed hand, the once roaring chaos now silenced by sheer disbelief. The golden ichor continued to spill from Satan's stump, pooling on the ground and mingling with the dust of the training grounds. His eyes, once so filled with malevolent triumph, were now a storm of fury and disbelief.

Satan’s gaze turned from Lute, who stood with her rapier raised defiantly, to the crowd of exorcists surrounding him. Their expressions ranged from grim satisfaction to sheer shock. The sight of Satan, a figure who had long been considered invincible, now defeated in such a spectacular manner, was a sight to behold.

THEY DARE TO MOCK HIM!?

“YOU DARE!” Satan roared, his voice echoing with a mix of rage and agony.

With a feral snarl, Satan unleashed a surge of dark energy, a wave of corruption and rage that crashed into the exorcists. His halo once shone with a bright white light, now dimmed, almost completely extinguished.

The ground quaked, and a black, swirling maelstrom erupted around him, pushing back against the assault from the exorcists. The air was filled with the acrid stench of dark magic as Satan attempted to regain his footing and prepare for his counterattack. Raising his hand, he summons fourth a large black ball of energy, ready to annihilate all in the training grounds.

The ball itself seemed to radiate the same malevolence that corrupted his halo. The once brilliant white orb was now dim and gray, the very symbol of his power tainted by his desire for vengeance. Only to be stopped when a figure suddenly grabbed his hand from behind and twisted it back, making the blast dissipate harmlessly into the sky.

"What is the meaning of this Satan!?" Michael's voice boomed, his eyes flashing with fury.

Michael, the angel whose presence had always been a symbol of unwavering justice, stood tall and resolute. His gaze bore into Satan with an intensity that could melt the strongest of wills. The dark energy around Satan dissipated under Michael's imposing presence, the malevolent aura now subdued.

Michael's eyes narrowed, and his voice carried the weight of divine authority. "You have overstepped your bounds, Satan. Your actions here are a violation of Heaven! Attacking Adam and his progeny in this manner, have you gone insane!?"

The exorcists, still reeling from the chaos, stared in awe as Michael’s presence restored order to the battlefield. Their rage turned to relief as they witnessed his intervention, their anger now mixed with a renewed sense of hope.

"Unhand me Michael!" Satan demanded, his voice a mixture of rage and indignation. "It's that harlot's fault for cutting my hand off! This is justice!"

"You think me blind!? I have been observing since the start!" Michael's grip tightened on Satan's twisted arm, his expression darkening with every word that escaped the angel's mouth. "You dare speak of retribution when it is you who sought to spill the blood of Adam's children? You lost this battle, Satan. Accept it with whatever remains of your dignity."

"There you go siding with the First Man again!" Satan spat. "Always the favorite, always the one who gets away with anything!"

Michael's eyes flashed, and he twisted Satan's arm even more. "Enough of your delusions! If you continue this behavior, I will be forced to take action against you. Do not force my hand."

The pain from Michael's grip only served to fuel Satan's wrath. His halo, once a symbol of his pride, was now a shadow of its former glory. It flickered and glowed with a dull, dark light, its color a far cry from the brilliant hue it once possessed.

"You've grown weak!" Satan spat. "Caring for someone so underserving of our attention! How can you side with these lesser beings!?"

Before Michael could reply, Satan brought his knee up and drove it into Michael's gut, using the momentary shock to wrench his arm free. With a snarl, Satan whirled around, his remaining hand crackling with dark energy. But Michael was faster.

In a flash, Michael's sword was at Satan's throat, the edge glowing with Holy Light. "Enough!" Michael's voice thundered with divine authority. "You have lost this battle, Satan. Stand down before I put you down myself!"

Satan’s eyes flared with a dangerous mix of anger and desperation. For a moment, it seemed as if he would fight on, defying Michael's command. But even in his rage, he recognized the futility of continuing the battle. His power was waning, his arm was bleeding, and Michael—ever the righteous and unstoppable force—was poised to strike him down if he resisted further.

Slowly, Satan lowered his hand, the dark energy dissipating into the air. His eyes burned with humiliation and fury, but he knew there was no victory to be had here.

Not today.

-

"You know, I've never had someone visit me as often as you do for medical needs." Raphael quips as he placed his hand over Adam's wound. "Are you trying to impress a certain someone, or are you just trying to find an excuse to come see me?"

"Haha! Very funny, Raphael." Adam laughed. "It's not like I'm seeking trouble, you know."

Raphael smirked as he worked, his hands glowing with healing light. “Trouble seems to find you, Adam. But in all seriousness, you need to be more careful. Even with Michael’s intervention, your injuries are severe.”

Adam winced slightly, but he managed a wry smile. “If I waited for trouble to avoid me, I would never have explored the Earth."

Raphael’s expression softened as he finished tending to the wound. “Fair point. Still, your dedication to your daughters is commendable."

"They are my pride and joy, Raphael. I would do anything for them." Adam's voice was filled with warmth and affection.

Raphael smiled, the love in his voice touching. "I can see why. They are truly blessed to have you as their father."

Adam nodded, his gaze shifting towards the doorway where Aclima and the other exorcists were gathered, their faces a mix of relief and concern. “How are they?”

“They’re recovering.” Raphael replied, his tone reassuring. “Aclima, despite her injuries, is already back to her determined self. The others are shaken but safe.”

The door to the room slides open and in walks Michael with a somewhat somber expression. "Raphael, can you give us a minute?"

"Of course, Michael. I have the others to check up on anyways." Raphael gave Adam a gentle pat on the shoulder before departing.

Once the door was shut, Michael heaved a deep sigh. "That could have gone better."

"Could have been worse too." Adam points out.

Michael showed a small smile before walking over and sitting down on a stool next to the bed. "I must apologize Adam. I never expected my best disciple to stoop this low."

"You don't have to apologize, Michael. It's not your fault." Adam assured him.

"I was still complacent with his behavior." Michael admitted. "To allow it to get this far... I will take responsibility for the situation."

"I understand." Adam nodded.

"So, how are you feeling?" Michael asks, changing the subject.

"Like I've just been stabbed in the side, but nothing I can't handle." Adam jokes.

"Adam." Michael sighed.

"I'm fine, really." Adam insists. "Raphael's healing helped a lot. Look, it's like I was never stabbed."

"Good, because there is something I need to discuss with you." Michael says, his tone turning serious.

"About?" Adam asks, curiosity creeping into his voice.

"Sera."

Adam expression turned grim, his gaze dropping upon hear his Mom's name. "Do ... do we really have to tell her about me getting stabbed?"

"Look, I don't want to either. It's why I'm here. If we keep this under wraps and Aclima and the others don't breathe a word to her, Sera might not ever find out." Michael explained.

Thinking about all the questions and paperwork Sera would throw his way if she found out that Adam was stabbed by one of HIS disciple made Michael shudder.

"What about Satan?" Adam ask.

"Don't worry about him. I'll take care of everything. As far as the story goes, Satan went overboard with the sparring and nearly killed Aclima which so far, is true." Michael reasons. "Than we skip over the you getting stabbed part and I tell her about Satan's insubordination."

Adam thought it over, before nodding his head. "Sounds good enough to me."

"Great!" Michael said with a wide grin.

After chatting for several minutes, Raphael returned with a relieved expression on his face. "Well, it looks like everyone is going to be fine. Just a few minor injuries, nothing too serious."

"Thank goodness." Adam sighed in relief.

"By the way Adam, don't worry about calling Sera, I already did." Raphael says, making both Michael and Adam look at him.

"You did what!?" They shouted in unison.

"She'll be here any second."

"RAPHAEL!!!"

And as if on cue, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed from the hallway, before the door swung open revealing Sera who had a worried expression on her face.

"Mom!?" Adam calls out in surprise.

Sera’s eyes darted around the room, her gaze landing on Adam with a mixture of fear and relief. Her face was pale, and her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps. “Adam! What happened? Raphael, Michael—why did you let him get hurt?"

"To be fair, this was all Michael's fault." Raphael said, trying to deflect the blame. "It was HIS disciple that stabbed Adam."

"WHAT!?" Sera's eyes widened in shock and outrage. "YOU LET HIM GET STABBED BY SOMEONE!? IS HE GOING TO BE OKAY!? WHO STABBED HIM!?"

"Whoa! Slow down, Mom. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine." Adam raised his hands, trying to calm her down.

Sera glared at Michael, her eyes filled with righteous fury. "WHO. STABBED. MY. SON!?"

Michael gulped, and looked away. "Um, you see, about that ... well, it was ... errr ..."

"SPIT IT OUT MICHAEL!"

"It was Satan!"

-

"All this for a little flesh wound!?" Satan argued as they stood outside the Gates of Heaven.

Satan's words hung in the air, a mix of indignation and disbelief in his tone. The Gates of Heaven loomed before them, an ethereal barrier separating the divine from the mundane.

Michael, his face a picture of resolve, stepped forward. "It's not just about the wound, Satan. It's about your actions, your insubordination, and your disregard for the safety of others."

Satan scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Insubordination? I was merely testing their limits, pushing them to become stronger. Isn't that what we should be doing?"

Michael, shook his head. "There's a difference between pushing someone to be better and nearly killing them. You went too far."

Satan's eyes narrowed, his pride flaring up. "They need to learn the harsh realities of battle, Michael. You of all people should understand that. We are warriors, not coddled children."

Michael took a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. "This isn't just about battle, Satan. This is about trust. You violated the trust of your fellow angels, of Adam, and of me. We cannot have someone in our ranks who disregards the well-being of others so easily."

Satan let out a bitter laugh, his wings bristling slightly. "Trust? Is that what this is about? Or is it because Adam is special, the favorite, the one you all rally around?"

"Why do you keep assuming that!?" Michael's expression hardened. "This isn't about favoritism. It's about responsibility. You were given authority, and you abused it."

Satan's gaze flickered to the Gates, then back to Michael. "So, what now? You cast me out because I dared to do what was necessary? Because I refuse to bow to the weakness that has taken hold of Heaven?"

Michael’s jaw clenched. "Your arrogance blinds you, Satan. This isn’t strength, it’s recklessness. And it’s that very recklessness that forces me to do this."

Satan’s wings flared as he took a step back. “Do what, Michael? Banish me like you did Lucifer!?"

"That is EXACTLY what he will be doing!" Sera's voice cuts in, causing Satan to snap his head around.

Walking down the long path was Sera, a cold look in her eyes as she approaches. The two tensed, sensing her anger, as well as her authority.

"Hurting my son was a grave mistake, Satan." Sera glared at him, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "One I will not forgive."

"So, the great High Seraphim finally shows herself. To think you would descend from your ivory tower for something so trivial." Satan taunts.

"My son's life is NOT Trivial." Sera hissed.

"He is human!" Satan snarled. "He isn't even your son!"

Sera's eyes flashed with a fierce light. “He is more than just human, and he is my son in every way that counts. Your disdain for humans has blinded you, Satan. You can't see the value they bring, the potential they possess. Adam is a part of Heaven, just as much as you and I.”

Satan’s smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. “You're deluding yourself if you think he belongs among us. You think you can simply cast me out and everything will be as it was?”

Sera stepped closer, her voice cold and resolute. “You’re right, Satan. We can’t simply undo the damage you’ve caused. But we will recover and we will hold you accountable for your actions.”

Michael looked between Sera and Satan, a grim expression on his face. “Sera speaks the truth. This isn’t just about the physical harm. It’s about the trust and unity that you’ve shattered.”

"My only regret was not finishing him off!" Satan spat. "Mark my words, I'll kill him!"

ADAM WILL DIE BY HIS HANDS!

"Enough!" Michael steps forward and takes away Satan's halo, crushing it between his fingers. "On behalf of the council and with the approval of the High Seraphim Sera, I hear by cast you from this place. May your journey to Hell be unpleasant and tortuous."

Michael unsheathes his sword and stabs the ground, creating the same hole that once swallowed Lucifer and Mammon. "And may the rest of your existence be one of endless suffering."

Satan sneered. "You think this will stop me? I'll have my revenge, and you'll regret casting me out. I swear it!"

With those final words, Michael shoved Satan into the pit, the darkness swallowing him up.

-

Satan only felt rage as he descended into hell. His wings, once magnificent and proud, were now singed and tattered, remnants of the glory he once held in Heaven. The searing pain that accompanied his fall only fueled his anger, his hatred for Michael, Sera, and ESPECIALLY ADAM.

His life was perfect. He had been loved, admired, and respected by his fellow angels. But it was all ripped away from him, and for what? For some human child that didn't deserve their attention, their love, their respect.

As the darkness closed around him, Satan clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until they bled. The pit seemed endless, an eternal descent that mirrored the depth of his fury. But he did not scream or beg for mercy—he only vowed revenge, his mind already plotting his return.

He would find a way, no matter how long it took.

He'll kill him while his daughters watched.

Letting them watch helplessly as their father's life faded in front of their eyes and watch that bitch that took his hand cry desperately.

HE WILL KILL ADAM!

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Not to sure. Am going to work on the AUs next so which sin is still undecided.

Only left with Leviathan, Belphegor and Asmodeus.

...

Maybe Belphegor.

Chapter 85: The Fall of Belphegor

Summary:

Belphegor the druggie.

Notes:

First off, happy birthday to Angst_bb_Angst!

Second, Huge thanks to Abyssal_Wyrm for the idea for Belphegor! I know Belphegor is the sin of sloth but she does drugs too so I'm leaning into the drug thing cause I can make it funny.

Lastly, hope you enjoy reading. This took me awhile to write cause I had to research how different drugs affected people so accuracy may not be there.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

600 B.C

Laying on the bench in the park, Belphegor stared up at the sky. She had been laying here since morning, her mind full of nothing. The vast expanse of blue above seemed to mock her, an endless canvas that mirrored the emptiness she felt within. She watched the clouds drift lazily by, their slow, effortless movement contrasting sharply with her own inertia.

“Why does everything feel so dull?” she murmured to herself, her voice barely a whisper against the rustling leaves. The world around her buzzed with activity—children laughed and played, winners flying with the occasional laughter, and lovers strolling hand in hand. Yet, none of it sparked anything within her. There was probably something she should couldn't be bothered.

She thought that by being Uriel's understudy, she might find something to spark some excitement. However, Uriel only pawned off most of the paperwork on her and she never got any say about it. The work piled up and then it was backlogged and took forever to go through.

So now she was bored and stressed.

Only after spending months observing Uriel, did she learn how to avoid her fate.

It was a simple trick really.

Belphegor had perfected the art of vanishing just before Sera could catch her. The trick was to time it perfectly—leave too early, and Sera might catch on; leave too late, and she’d be buried under another mountain of paperwork. So, as soon as she sensed Sera's presence in the building, she would slip out the back door and into the park.

Today was no different. She had sensed Sera's approach long before the High Seraphim had even reached their office. The moment she heard Sera’s footsteps echoing down the hallway, Belphegor had silently risen from her chair, stretched lazily, and made her way to her favorite hiding spot—the park bench beneath the ancient oak tree.

She let out a sigh, feeling the soft grass beneath her feet and the warm sunlight on her face. The park was her sanctuary, a place where time seemed to slow down, and the world’s demands faded into the background.

As she lay there, her mind drifted, her thoughts scattered like the leaves in the gentle breeze. She thought of all the tasks waiting for her back at the office, the endless reports, the tedious bureaucracy of Heaven’s administration. But she quickly dismissed those thoughts, preferring to focus on the present moment.

“Let Uriel handle it.” she murmured to herself, a lazy smile playing on her lips. While she has lacked any excitement in her life, watching Uriel get frustrated with the paperwork was the only thing that still seemed to put a smile on her face.

Just as she was beginning to drift off into a nap, a shadow fell over her face, blocking out the sun.

"Hey Bel!" Adam's voice broke through her pleasant daydreams. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the brightness of the sun. She found herself staring up into the grinning face of her friend, Adam. He was leaning over her, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"What is it?" She grumbled, trying to shield her eyes from the sun.

"I was looking for someone to share my new discovery with and you're the second person I ran into!" Adam's voice was filled with excitement, as if he had just stumbled upon some great treasure.

Normally, she couldn't care less about it, but when it came to Adam, he had a way of making the most mundane things seem exciting. And while she wasn't one to expand more energy than necessary, she often found herself intrigued by Adam’s enthusiasm. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, her eyes still squinting against the bright sunlight.

"Second? Who was the first?" Belphegor asked curiously.

"Hi!" Vaggie pokes her head over Adam's shoulder.

"Vaggie eh." Belphegor raised an eyebrow. "Still riding your father's back?"

"Yes." Vaggie declares, tightening her arms around Adam's neck. "I'll never give it up!"

Riding her father's back is one of Vaggie’s favorite pastimes. Thanks to Adam's large stature, Vaggie's frame fits snugly between his wings, and she can spend hours happily clinging to him. Belphegor watched the two of them with a mixture of amusement and mild envy. There was something endearing about their bond, even if it did remind her of how much she preferred her solitude.

"So, what's this big discovery?" Belphegor asked, sitting up on the bench. She ruffled her hair, still trying to shake off the remnants of her interrupted nap.

Adam pulled out a small, worn bag from his pocket, its contents hinting at a new discovery. Inside was a collection of tightly packed, greenish-brown buds. The smell was distinctive—a blend of earthy musk with a hint of sweet skunkiness. As Adam opened the bag, the aroma became more pronounced, filling the air with its pungent scent.

“This is cannabis.” Adam said with a grin, his excitement palpable. “I found it growing wild on my latest trip in Eden and I've been experimenting with it."

"So you discovered grass? Wow." Belphegor yawned. "Great job. Now, can you let me get back to my nap?"

Belphegor’s dismissive attitude only seemed to spur Adam’s enthusiasm. He plopped down on the bench next to her, Vaggie still clinging to his back, and began to explain.

“No, no, it’s more than just that!” Adam said, his eyes wide with excitement. “This stuff is amazing! It can help with relaxation and creativity. I’ve been testing it and it’s actually pretty fascinating.”

Belphegor sighed, though her curiosity was piqued despite her best efforts to remain uninterested. She glanced at the bag, the pungent smell wafting over her, and couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Alright, alright.” she relented. “Show me what you’ve got. But I’m not promising anything more than mild curiosity.”

Adam’s grin widened as he began to explain more about the plant, its origins, and his experiments. Vaggie, ever the supportive daughter, nodded along with her father’s explanations, her tiny hands still gripping his shoulders.

As the conversation continued, Belphegor found herself gradually getting drawn in. She asked questions about the effects and potential uses, her initial reluctance melting away. The discovery, while not earth-shattering, seemed to be a welcome diversion from her usual paperwork-laden routine.

"Well, nothing beats actual experience, right?" Adam declared, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small, rolled-up bundle of the cannabis. He held it out to Belphegor, his expression eager.

Belphegor looked at the proffered bundle, the sweet, earthy smell of the plant filling her nostrils. She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and accepted it.

"So what do I do with it?"

Adam chuckled at Belphegor’s question, a mischievous glint in his eye. "It's simple, really." he said, taking a similar bundle from his bag. He brought it to his lips, and with a flick of his fingers, a small flame appeared, igniting the end of the rolled cannabis. He took a slow, deliberate drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling a thin stream into the air. "You just light it up and breathe it in. Easy as that."

Belphegor watched him closely, her curiosity now fully piqued. She mimicked his actions, holding the bundle to her lips and lighting it with a small flame from her fingertips. She took a tentative drag, the smoke filling her mouth and lungs with a strange, earthy warmth. The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the air and disappear into the breeze.

The more breaths she the more she feels an unexpected calm wash over her, as if the usual weight of her responsibilities had suddenly become lighter. The tension in her muscles seemed to ease, and her mind, usually buzzing with thoughts of avoidance strategies, began to slow down.

Adam watched her with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the sight of his usually stoic friend relaxing for once.

“So?” Adam asked, leaning back on the bench with a satisfied look. “What do you think?”

Belphegor took another drag, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She exhaled slowly, her gaze drifting to the sky above. The clouds seemed to move in slow motion, their edges blurring and swirling in a way she had never noticed before. Colors appeared more vivid, the greens of the park more vibrant, the blues of the sky deeper.

“It’s… interesting.” Belphegor admitted, her voice softer than usual. “I feel … lighter. Like everything that was bothering me is just … floating away.”

“That’s the idea." Adam replied, a hint of pride in his tone. “It helps you let go, even if just for a little while. I thought you might appreciate that.”

Belphegor nodded, taking another drag. She could feel the usual knot of stress in her chest loosening, replaced by a warm, fuzzy sensation. It was a welcome change from the constant pressure of evading work and dealing with Sera and Uriel.

“Alright, I’ll admit it.” she said, leaning back against the bench and closing her eyes. “This stuff isn’t bad. You might be onto something, Adam.”

Taking a seat beside her, Adam leaned back, his wings stretching out behind him. Vaggie hops off his back and makes her way to the front to sit on his lap instead. Adam reaches up and placed his hand on top of Vaggie's head, ruffling her hair affectionately as he brought his other hand with the rolled up cannabis to her mouth.

Vaggie eagerly takes a drag from her father's blunt. With a contented smile, Adam watched her inhale the sweet smoke and exhale a few wisps of it.

The three of them sat and smoked in silence, the peaceful moment stretching out between them.

Belphegor had never felt so relaxed, the usual weight of her responsibilities seemingly dissipating with each exhale. She took in the scene around her—the way the sunlight dappled through the leaves, the distant sound of birds chirping, and the occasional rustle of the wind. Everything felt more vivid, more alive, as if the world had slowed to match the calm rhythm of her breathing.

If some simple plants could make her feel this way, then what else could be possible?

As Belphegor pondered the possibilities, her thoughts began to drift, taking on a more philosophical tone than usual. The combination of the cannabis and the serene environment seemed to unlock a part of her mind that she rarely visited—a place where her usual emptiness gave way to curiosity.

Was this that feeling of discovery that Adam often talks about?

The feeling was hard to describe, but it felt like a spark, a sense of wonder and possibility that made her want to explore. Belphegor had always been interested in discovering new ways to make her life easier, but this was different—it was a sense of possibility, of potential, that she had never experienced before.

Was this the passion she was seeking?

"Dad." Vaggie broke the silence. "I don't feel so good."

Adam immediately looked concerned, his brow furrowing as he turned to his daughter. “What’s wrong, Vaggie? Are you feeling sick?”

Vaggie nodded, her face scrunching up in discomfort. “I feel dizzy, and my stomach hurts.”

"Guess you this isn't for you." Adam remarks, tossing the blunt into a nearby trashcan.

Adam reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Vaggie clung to him, resting her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to comfort her.

"You're gonna be okay." he cooed, rocking her slowly. "Let's go home."

Belphegor watched the two of them, an odd mixture of emotions swirling within her. Part of her was jealous of their closeness, of the unconditional love that seemed to radiate between them. But there was also a part of her that envied Vaggie, too, for having a father who was so attentive and caring.

"You can have the rest of it Bel." Adam said, rising from the bench, his wings unfurling behind him. "I think Vaggie and I are gonna go lay down."

Belphegor watched the pair depart, the warm haze of the cannabis still lingering in her mind. She looked down at the half-finished bundle in her hand, the acrid smell of burning cannabis smoke hanging in the air.

Adam had just shown her a whole new world, a new way to escape from the drudgery of her everyday life. And while she wasn't quite sure where that world would lead her, she knew she wanted to explore it further.

-

Several weeks later, Adam and Lute were on their way to Belphegor's place after they had told them she had made a new discovery.

"Isn't this exciting Lute!?" Adam says. "Bel made her a discovery!"

Lute smiled at his enthusiasm, nodding in agreement.

Soon, they reach Belphegor's residence knock on her door. The door creaked open, and Belphegor peeked out, her usual dullness replaced by a strange, jittery energy. Her eyes were wide, and there was an unusual excitement in her demeanor. She gestured for them to come inside quickly, her movements hurried and a bit frantic.

“Welcome, welcome!” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re just in time. I’ve been waiting for you to see my latest find.”

Adam and Lute stepped inside, greeted by the familiar smell of incense and something sharper and more chemical. Belphegor led them to a comfortable lounge area, where an assortment of new objects and substances were laid out on a table.

“What’s all this?” Adam asked, his eyes widening with curiosity.

Belphegor gestured to a small pile of white powder, neatly packaged in a tiny, transparent bag. “This, dear Adam, is cocaine. I stumbled upon it quite by accident.”

Adam’s eyes sparkled with interest as he inspected the package. “Cocaine? What does it do?"

Belphegor’s eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and excitement as she answered, “I've discovered its stimulating effects. It can increase alertness, euphoria, and even energy levels. I’ve been experimenting with it over the past few weeks, and it’s been quite the ride.”

Adam looked intrigued, while Lute seemed more cautious. “That sounds… intense. How has it been for you?” Adam asked, his curiosity palpable.

Belphegor grinned. “It’s definitely different from cannabis. It gives a burst of energy and focus, but what I'm really curious about is how it affects humans!"

Lute immediately steps forward, not wanting to let Adam try this odd substance. "I'll do it."

"Lute, she wants -" Adam tries to say something but Belphegor cuts him off.

"Perfect!" Belphegor exclaimed. "You're practically halfway to human since you're a human heaven born angel! It shouldn't be a problem for you."

Lute gulped, her eyes darting to the cocaine. She had a bad feeling about this, but she couldn't let Adam try something so dangerous. After all, she was his guardian, and it was her duty to protect him.

It was best that she try it out first before letting Adam do so.

Lute took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She was both apprehensive and determined as she approached the table where Belphegor had laid out the cocaine. The substance looked innocuous enough, but she knew all too well that appearances could be deceiving.

Belphegor handed Lute a small, thin straw and gestured to the powder. “Just a small amount to start with.” she advised, her tone filled with an unsettling mixture of enthusiasm and mischief.

"What do I do?" Lute asks.

Belphegor's eyes gleamed with excitement as she explained, "It's simple, really. You just use the straw to snort a small line of the powder. It’ll enter your bloodstream quickly, and you should feel the effects almost immediately."

Lute hesitated for a moment, glancing at Adam who was watching with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her resolve and followed Belphegor's instructions. She positioned the straw just above a small line of cocaine and, with one swift motion, inhaled sharply.

The powder hit her nostrils and she felt a sudden, sharp sting. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it wasn’t unbearable either. Within moments, she felt a rush of energy and alertness, her heart pounding faster as the drug took effect.

As the effects of the cocaine coursed through Lute's body, she felt an intense wave of energy, unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her senses sharpened, her mind raced, and a surge of euphoria washed over her. The world around her seemed more vivid, more immediate, but along with the heightened awareness came an undercurrent of agitation.

Adam watched her closely, concern flickering in his eyes. “Lute, how do you feel?”

Lute’s eyes darted around the room, her breath quickening. “I … I feel … powerful,” she said, her voice tinged with an edge that hadn’t been there before. Her fists clenched and unclenched as if she were trying to contain the overwhelming energy pulsing through her veins.

Belphegor observed with a satisfied grin, clearly pleased with the results. “Fascinating, isn’t it? The rush, the clarity. It’s like nothing else.”

But as the seconds ticked by, the euphoria began to shift into something darker. Lute’s heightened senses turned into over-stimulation, every sound too loud, every light too bright. Her heart raced to the point of discomfort, and a growing sense of paranoia took root in her mind. The once exhilarating energy was now tinged with aggression, and her gaze snapped to Adam, who was watching her with concern.

“Lute?” Adam’s voice was gentle, but it grated on her overstimulated nerves.

“What?!” she snapped, her voice harsher than she intended. The intensity in her eyes startled Adam, and he took a step back, his wings twitching in surprise.

The overwhelming surge of emotions, the pounding of her heart, the cacophony of thoughts in her mind—it was too much. And through it all, Adam stood there, looking at her with concern, with pity, and something inside her snapped.

“Stop looking at me like that!” Lute shouted, her wings flaring out as she took an aggressive step toward Adam. The sudden movement startled him, and he stumbled back, his own wings spreading in a defensive gesture.

“Lute, calm down,” Adam tried to reason with her, but his words only fueled the fire burning inside her.

“Calm down? Calm down?! Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” Lute’s voice was wild, her usually calm expression twisted with fury. She advanced on Adam, her hands balled into fists, her entire being vibrating with a volatile mix of anger and adrenaline.

Adam’s eyes widened in shock. Before he could react, Lute lunged at him, her fist swinging with a strength that took Adam by surprise. He dodges to the side and Lute punches a hole through the wall.

Belphegor watched the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and some concern. Furiously taking down notes at the effects the cocaine was having on her subject.

Lute turned toward Adam, her eyes wild and her breathing heavy. Her body was humming with the potent mix of cocaine and rage, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Lute, stop!” Adam shouted, trying to reach through to her, but Lute was beyond reason. The drug-fueled rage consumed her, and she attacked again, each strike more frantic than the last.

Adam continued to defend himself, but he refused to fight back, his love and concern for Lute staying his hand. “Lute, please, it’s me—Adam!"

For a moment, his words seemed to penetrate the haze of rage, and Lute hesitated, her fist hovering in mid-air. Her eyes met Adam’s, and for a split second, she recognized him, saw the fear and concern in his eyes, and it broke through the anger.

But the moment was fleeting, and the aggression surged back, stronger than before. With a guttural scream, Lute threw herself at Adam again, her wings flaring out behind her.

Adam catches her fist and tosses her away, the force behind the throw knocking her into a table.

The table with the copious amount of cocaine on top of it.

The impact sent the powder flying into the air, creating a white cloud that hung in the room. Lute coughed and gasped, the drug-laden air filling her lungs and exacerbating the effects. Her body tensed, her heart racing, and she could feel the energy, the rage, building inside her.

Her eyes landed on Adam, and all her anger, all her frustration, came crashing down on him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lute lunged at Adam, her wings spread and her fists clenched. Her strength and speed were amplified by the cocaine coursing through her system, and her attacks were relentless, fueled by a primal fury.

But this time, Adam was ready. Sidestepping her charge, he catches her mid air and holds her tightly against his body. Lute struggled against his grip, her wings thrashing, her body twisting and writhing.

"Please Lute." Adam begged, his grip tightening around her.

Fortunately, her back was against his front for Lute resorted to trying to bite him. Adam was unfazed as he continues to hold her in his arms. "It's okay, Lute. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"LET ME GO!" Lute cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Adam held on to her, his voice calm and reassuring. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm not going to let you go. I'll never let you go."

Lute sobbed and squirmed, but Adam didn't let go. He held her tightly, his embrace both comforting and constricting.

Belphegor stood in the corner, taking notes, not realizing that Adam was actually subduing her.

Slowly, Lute's struggles began to lessen. The cocaine still pulsed through her system, but the intensity of her emotions was waning. She was exhausted, spent, her body finally giving in to the drug-induced frenzy.

As Lute slumped against Adam, he gently lowered her to the ground, keeping her close as she wept. He stroked her hair and whispered soothing words, his voice soft and steady.

Lute clung to him, her tears wetting his cassock, her sobs gradually quieting as the last remnants of the cocaine-induced rage drained from her body. The fight had left her drained, both physically and emotionally, and now all that remained was a deep, aching vulnerability.

Belphegor's eyes flicked up from her notes, her expression momentarily conflicted before returning to its usual detached curiosity. She could see that Lute was coming down from the high, and the emotional aftermath was starting to take hold.

"Lute," Adam whispered, his voice tender. "I'm here with you. Just breathe."

Lute's breath hitched, and she buried her face in Adam's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, grounded her in a way nothing else could. The storm inside her was finally beginning to subside, replaced by a hollow, gnawing emptiness.

"I—I’m sorry," Lute murmured, her voice barely audible, muffled against Adam’s cassock. "I didn’t mean to—"

"Shhh." Adam hushed her gently, cradling her closer. "There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re going to be okay."

Belphegor approached slowly, her expression now unreadable. “That was ... unexpected,” she remarked, her tone tinged with something akin to disappointment—or was it realization? “But informative.”

Adam shot her a warning glance, his protective instincts flaring as he kept Lute close. “That drug is dangerous!”

"I agree!" Belphegor nods. "Dangerous to humans or part humans! So I shall limit these to pure angels such as myself!"

Adam ignored her, focusing instead on Lute, who had begun to calm down further. Her breathing was more regular, and though she was still shaken, the worst seemed to have passed.

"Let’s go home." Adam murmured, gently lifting her into a princess carry as he stood up. Lute didn’t resist, her arms wrapping around his neck as she rested her head against his shoulder. She was exhausted, her energy spent, but a small part of her found solace in Adam's unwavering presence.

After she watches them leave, Belphegor couldn't help but admire the drug effects on the hybrid angel, making a note to experiment on more humans.

Though, perhaps it was best to limit her experiments to those who associate with Adam. Seeing as how he is able to subdue her and all.

It was truly a fascinating sight to behold.

Very exciting!

-

"Thank you for your help Emily!"

"You're welcome Walter!" Emily responds with a beaming smile. "I hope you and Jesse have what you need to cook."

"Oh, we will." Jesse smiles, looking towards the supermarket.

With a wave goodbye, Emily leaves the two to their shopping and returns to the streets, looking around to see if there is anyone who is in need of some additional joy and fun in their lives.

"Emily!" Belphegor calls out as she lands in front of the young Seraphim. "Just the angel I wanted to see!"

"Belphegor!" Emily greets her friend. "How can I help you?"

Belphegor grins, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "See Emmie, I'm troubled."

"Troubled?" Emily asks, concerned.

"Indeed!" Belphegor exclaims, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I have this health supplement for Adam but I haven't been able to get in contact with him lately. And since I'm a busy girl, I was hoping you could deliver it to him for me."

Emily's eyes widened at the sight of the health supplements in the other angel's hands. She couldn't quite identify what it was, but something about it gave her a bad feeling.

"Health supplements? What's in it?" Emily asks.

"Oh, just some good stuff. Trust me, they'll make him feel much better." Belphegor replied nonchalantly. "Adam just seemed under the weather lately."

ADAM IS UPSET!?

THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

SHE MADE SURE HE WAS JOYFUL THIS MORNING!

"Adam is upset!?" Emily exclaimed, her concern for her friend and mentor spiking.

"Well, not exactly. But he could use a pick-me-up, and I'm sure this will do the trick!" Belphegor says, shoving the bottle into Emily's hands. "Add it to his drink and he'll feel better in no time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to."

Without another word, Belphegor disappears, leaving Emily holding the mysterious health supplement.

"She seemed very insistent." Emily murmurs, her gaze fixed on the bottle in her hands. A part of her wants to ignore Belphegor's request and simply get rid of the substance, but her desire to help Adam wins out.

ADAM MUST HAVE JOY!

Immediately, Emily makes a portal back home and rushes to the kitchen, where she quickly finds a glass and sets it on the counter. Taking out the bottle Belphegor gave her, she wonders how much to add. The bottle was unlabeled and had no written instructions.

But if this was suppose to improve Adam's mood, than she should use the whole bottle!

Emily hesitated for a moment, the bottle in her hand feeling strangely heavy. She shook off the unease that crept up her spine and opened the bottle. The liquid inside was a deep, almost iridescent purple, shimmering slightly as she poured it into the glass. It filled the cup half way, the color mesmerizing and a little unnerving, but Emily pushed those thoughts aside. Anything that could help Adam was worth trying.

Filling the rest with water, she stirs the mixture with a spoon and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead.

"Adam!" Emily calls out as she picks up the glass and began her search for the First Man.

Belphegor watched from a nearby tree, a satisfied grin on her face as she observes Emily walking throughout the mansion searching for Adam. She hadn't expected her to use the entire bottle but that made her research even more valuable.

The results of the experimental aphrodisiac will be interesting indeed.

-

Emily found Adam sitting in the library, reading one of its many books. "Adam! Here you are!"

Adam looks up from his book with surprise but quickly changed his expression to a smile. "Emily!? You're home early. I haven't even started making dinner yet."

But Emily had no time for pleasantries. "Drink this!"

"What? What's going on?" Adam asked, confused.

"Please drink this!" Emily insisted, practically shoving the glass into Adam's hands.

Adam looked at the glass in his hands, the deep purple liquid inside swirling around. His instincts told him not to trust it, but the earnestness in Emily's expression and the fact that she went through the trouble of bringing it to him made him curious, though the rather pungent smell that came off the drink didn't make it seem any more appealing.

"What's in it?" he asked.

"Just drink it Adam!" Emily grabbed his hand that was holding the glass and practically forced it to his mouth.

"Okay! Okay!" Adam relents, his curiosity winning over his caution.

Bringing the glass to his lips, Adam took a tentative sip. The taste was unpleasant, and he almost spit it out, but Emily's expectant stare stopped him from doing so. He swallowed the first mouthful, and a second, and soon the glass was empty.

Adam set the empty glass down on the table, his face twisting slightly from the aftertaste. "That was... interesting," he muttered, trying to shake off the odd sensation left on his tongue. He turned back to Emily, who was watching him with wide eyes, as if expecting something miraculous to happen at any moment.

"Feeling better?" Emily asked, her voice filled with hope.

"Well, I don't feel any worse," Adam replied, offering a reassuring smile. But as the seconds ticked by, something began to change. A strange warmth started spreading through his chest, and a subtle tingling sensation danced along his skin. It was as if every nerve in his body had suddenly become hyperaware, and his heartbeat quickened, pounding rhythmically in his ears.

Adam shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to dismiss the odd sensations as mere side effects of whatever strange concoction Emily had given him. But the warmth in his chest grew more intense, spreading down his abdomen, making his breathing shallow and his thoughts scatter. His mind began to fixate on the most primal of urges, and a sudden, overwhelming desire consumed him.

BREED!

Emily watched as Adam's expression shifted from confusion to something darker, more intense. His gaze locked onto her, and she could see the storm of emotions swirling in his eyes—longing, hunger, and a desperate need for something.

"A-Adam? Are you okay?" Emily asked, her voice trembling.

Adam's only response was a low growl, and the sound sent a shiver of fear down her spine. In an instant, he was on her, his strong arms pulling her against him as his lips crashed against hers. Emily squeaked in surprise, but Adam paid no mind, his kiss passionate and hungry, as if he was a man starved.

"Adam!" Emily struggles, unsure what had came over him.

Adam ignores her words, his grip on her tightening. He pressed her against the table, his body pinning her down as his lips continued their assault on hers. The heat in his chest had spread throughout his entire body, and it burned with an intensity he had never experienced before. His thoughts were hazy, clouded by lust, and the only thing that mattered was the beautiful creature trapped beneath him.

His tongue invades her mouth, exploring and claiming. Emily's struggles are futile, his strength overwhelming her as he claims her mouth, his tongue tasting her sweet and intoxicating saliva.

"Nghhh...mmph."

Emily whimpers as her own desires are awakened. She was still struggling, but her efforts were half-hearted at best, her body responding to the kiss in a way that both thrilled and terrified her. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his heart pounding, and her own heartbeat quickening in response.

It was a battle of wills, but it was a battle that Emily was destined to lose.

He pulls back and flips her on to her front. With her ass raised up, he rips her dress and undergarments away, revealing her bare, plump ass.

"W-Wait!" Emily yells, her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment.

Adam ignores her and immediately presses his mouth against her folds, his tongue delving between them and finding her clit. Emily moans in surprise, her knees nearly buckling as he begins to lick and suck, his motions expert and unrelenting.

Adam lapped away at her pussy, his tongue probing and exploring. Emily's cries of pleasure echoed through the room, and her resistance finally crumbled. She surrendered to his lust, her body shaking with a combination of desire and shock.

"A-Adam!" she moaned, her body arching as her fingers dug into the wooden table.

Emily couldn't believe how aggressive Adam was being. He was like a man possessed. His need was raw, primal, and it set her blood on fire. What surprised her next was when Adam lifted her up by her butt cheeks, forcing her to wrap her legs around his head.

"Adam!" Emily yells in surprise.

He continues to devour her, his tongue moving deeper, his lips sucking on her sensitive clit. Her legs were wrapped around his head, squeezing him, as if her body was begging him not to stop.

"Nnghh... ahhh... ohhh!"

Adam growled in approval, the vibrations from his mouth sending her closer and closer to the edge. The heat inside him burned brighter, fiercer, and he needed more. More of her. More of her taste.

His tongue moves faster, deeper, and Emily could barely contain herself.

"Adam! Ooohhh!" Emily's toes curl as her body trembles, an orgasm ripping through her, sending wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

"AHHH!"

Adam felt her juices spurting which he catches with his mouth and drinks deeply. He wasn't done with her yet.

Despite just orgasming, Adam continued his assault, his tongue relentless. He didn't give her a moment to recover, his hunger demanding more. Emily's body was overwhelmed, and her mind was lost in a haze of pleasure. She could only submit to his will, her hips bucking and grinding against his face, desperate for more.

"AHH! OHHH! AAAHH!"

It wasn't long before another orgasm rocks her body, and Emily nearly loses consciousness. Her body is weak, trembling, but Adam isn't done.

While still standing, he lowers her, his hands never leaving her butt as he aims his dick at her entrance.

"Wait!"

Adam doesn't.

With one smooth motion, he thrusts inside her. Emily's eyes widen, and she cries out, her body clenching around his girth. He begins to move, his strokes deep and powerful, his hunger driving him.

"A-Adam... Nnngghhh!" Emily is lost in the sensations, her body submitting to his desire, her need matching his own.

"Emily..."

"Adam... Ahhhh!"

Adam growls, his need for her almost animalistic. His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. He pounds into her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock plunging deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Had Emily not wrapped her arms around his shoulders, she may have very well fallen to the floor. The strength of his thrusts was overwhelming. She was barely able to hang on, her body jolting with each powerful penetration.

Even with his dick working away at her insides, Adam couldn't seem to get enough.

Seeing her lust filled expression and her salivating lips, Adam desires more. He wanted to dominate her, claim her, BREED her. His mind was consumed with a need for more.

He slams her forcefully against the bookshelves, her body now pressed between his and the shelves. He continues to plow into her, his hips slamming against hers with a force that could have easily broken a lesser being. With her back now against the wall, he easily captures her lips with his own, his kiss hungry and demanding.

Emily was helpless against his assault. Her body was a slave to his will, her desire mirroring his own. She kissed him back, her tongue intertwining with his, her moans of pleasure muffled by his mouth.

Their bodies rocked together, their movements frenzied and wild.

Emily could feel him inside her, his thickness stretching her walls, his length reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It was unlike anything she and him and experienced previously. His passion, his intensity, his need ... it was almost too much to bear.

Their bodies moved as one, their pleasure building higher and higher, until they couldn't hold back any longer.

Emily cried out, her climax crashing over her, her body writhing in ecstasy. Adam was right behind her, his cock twitching as he erupted, filling her with his seed.

Their bodies shook, their orgasms sending them over the edge, and for a moment, they were lost in each other, their minds and bodies united in pure bliss.

But to Emily's surprise, Adam wasn't done.

Almost immediately after they both had climaxed, Adam started rocking his hips again, his hard on refusing to let up.

"A-Adam? I just-"

Adam cuts her off when his tongue invades her mouth once more, his pace already building.

"Nmmmph."

Emily is shocked, her body still trembling from her orgasm. How could Adam still be this hard?

Moving away from the wall, Adam moves the two of them back to the table where he lays her down on top of it. He hooks her leg with his arms and brought them up, allowing him to plunge even deeper inside her.

"Ooohh... ooohh!"

The new angle causes him to hit her most sensitive spot and sends a jolt of pleasure through her body. Adam grunts as he pounds into her, his pace increasing, his need for her intensifying.

"Ahhh... ooohhh... ooohhh!"

Emily was already approaching another climax, and Adam's thrusts were pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body arched, her breasts bouncing with each impact. She gripped the edges of the table, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to hang on.

His pace became frenzied, his need for her uncontrollable. His eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense, his body claiming hers with a possessiveness that took her breath away.

Emily couldn't look away, his stare searing into her, his intensity setting her soul ablaze. She felt the fire inside him, his passion, his love, and she gave herself over to it, surrendering completely.

"ADAM!"

Her body shook, her climax ripping through her, and Adam followed right behind, his release intense and all-consuming. Their bodies shuddered, their orgasms washing over them.

His seed filling her womb.

It was more than Emily could handle, her mind and body overloaded with sensations. Her eyes rolled back, her vision blurring, her body going limp.

Even with her womb filled and her vagina overflowing with cum, Adam was still erect and his desire unquenched. He needed more.

Pulling out, Adam flips her over and bends her over the table. Taking hold of her hair, he tugs her head back, and with his free hand, smacks her butt cheek.

"Ah!"

The sharp sting of pain is quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure. He spanks her again, the sensation sending shivers up her spine.

"Adam..." Emily moans.

He pulls her head back and kisses her, his tongue probing and exploring. She returns the kiss with equal fervor, her tongue dancing with his, her body trembling with need.

His free hand slips under her, scooping some of the overflowing seed from her vagina and lubes up her anus.

"W-What are you-?" Emily tries to ask, but is interrupted when Adam's thumb presses into her tight ring.

"AAHH!"

The sudden intrusion takes her breath away, and she gasps as he works his thumb in and out, her tight ring resisting.

Emily can't believe what she is feeling. The sensation is intense, foreign, and completely unexpected. Her body quivers, and her legs begin to shake. She can feel her anal muscles giving way, and soon, his thumb is buried deep inside her, his palm pressing against her butt cheeks.

"AHH! -"

Her shouts cut off when Adam kisses her once more. Their tongues intertwine, his thumb moving in and out, preparing her for what is to come.

The feeling is overwhelming, and Emily can barely think straight.

But when his thumb leaves her hole and his cock replaces it, the realization of what is about to happen hits her.

His thick head presses against her puckered entrance, and she gasps as he enters her. His grip on her hair tightens, and he pushes in, inch by agonizing inch.

"A-Adam!"

He grunts in response, his hips moving, his cock working its way into her tightest hole. Emily's breath is ragged, her body trembling, the sensations so intense, so foreign, she can barely comprehend them.

His cock stretches her, filling her, the pressure incredible. He is slow and steady, his thrusts measured, but there is a primal need behind them, a hunger that cannot be denied.

Emily cries out as he enters her fully, his thickness filling her, his length reaching depths she didn't know existed. She is overwhelmed, her body quaking, her mind spinning.

He releases her hair and she falls forward, her hands gripping the edges of the table, her knees threatening to give out. But he doesn't let up, his hips moving, his cock pounding into her relentlessly.

"AAHH! ADAM!"

He groans, his hands gripping her hips, his pace increasing. Emily is lost in the pleasure, her cries echoing through the room, her body rocked by the force of his thrusts.

It's a feeling like nothing she's ever experienced.

Her body is his, her pleasure his to command. His need is raw, animalistic, and he takes her, his cock claiming her, his body possessing her.

She can't hold on much longer.

"A-Adam! I can't... I can't... OOOHH!"

Emily screams, her climax exploding through her, her body shaking, her mind shattering. It's too much, too intense, and she can barely breathe.

Adam continues his assault, his pace frenzied, his need for her unending. He can feel his own release building, and he thrusts into her harder, his cock reaching deeper and deeper.

"ADAM!"

But Adam isn't done.

"I can't... I can't..."

Emily can barely form the words, her body limp, her limbs shaking. But Adam is relentless, his cock still hard, his need for her insatiable.

"A-Adam..."

Her voice is barely a whisper, her body shuddering.

"MINE."

His voice is a growl, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding into her. He is consumed with his need for her, his passion, his desire. He won't stop, can't stop. Not until he's had his fill.

And then it happens.

He roars as he comes, his cock twitching, his release intense. It's too much for her, and she joins him, her climax crashing over her, her body writhing in ecstasy. The waves of pleasure wash over them, their bodies entwined, their souls united.

It's an experience like nothing she's ever known.

Her body is limp, her limbs shaking, her mind reeling. She can barely breathe, barely think. Her vision is hazy, her ears ringing. All she can feel is his seed inside her, his warmth enveloping her.

They stay like that, their bodies connected, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding.

Emily is exhausted beyond belief.

But Adam still wasn't done with her.

Not by a long shot.

-

Belphegor fingers herself as she watches Adam absolutely ravage the young Seraphim with all his might. Her breathing is rapid, her skin glistening with sweat, her arousal growing.

"So ... strong."

She moans, her fingers moving faster, her other hand squeezing her breast. She watches as Adam pounds into Emily, his cock plunging deep, his movements frantic, desperate.

Emily is helpless beneath him, her body rocked by his thrusts, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"AHH!"

Emily's body shudders, and Belphegor can't help but shudder along with her. The sight of the young seraphim getting her brains fucked out by the First Man was so erotic, it was driving her crazy.

Belphegor was mesmerized by the sight.

Adam's muscles were tense, his jaw clenched, his body moving with a primal need. He was in a state of pure lust, his instincts taking over, his desire driving him.
Emily's body was his, and he was claiming her, his cock thrusting into her, his movements relentless.

"OHHH!"

Belphegor moaned, her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

Oh, how she wished it was her getting fucked like that.

The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she comes, her body trembling, her orgasm ripping through her.

She leans against the tree for support, her legs shaking, her breath ragged.

As much as she would like to burst in there and tag team the insatiable beast known as Adam, she couldn't. She had to sit and observe the effects of the aphrodisiac on him and how long its effects would last.

Perhaps next time.

"Oh, Adam." Belphegor whispers, her eyes glued to the window. "What will you do next?"

-

Emily doesn't know how many times Adam has climaxed since the first time he ravaged her.

The aphrodisiac's effect was clearly still in place, and the only thing on his mind was sex.

The table had been flipped over, and her back was pressed against the wall, his dick pounding into her relentlessly.

"AAHH!" Emily moans.

He grunts, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding into her relentlessly.

All her holes had taken his seed, and she was leaking from every possible orifice.

Her hair was a mess, her skin covered in sweat, her body trembling.

She was completely spent, her mind blank, her body limp.

And yet, Adam was still going.

She feels another load of his hot cum shooting into her as he reaches his climax.

Her belly swelled as his semen filled her insides.

She didn't have the energy to resist him.

He kept fucking her, his dick never getting soft, his stamina unfathomable.

The only thing Emily could do was cling onto him and let him have his way with her.

She was completely at his mercy.

"Adam!? Emily!?" Sera calls out.

Immediately, both of their eyes went wide with surprise at the sound of their mom's voice. Turning to the clock, they see that they've been fucking for hours.

"S-She's back?" Emily stammers, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

Adam panics, he knows he should stop but his body refuses to cooperate. Thinking quickly, he picks her up and brings her over to a sofa and snap his fingers, conjures a blanket to cover the both of them up, all while his dick remains buried in her hole.

-

Returning home after several grueling meetings in a row, Sera was surprised to find no one greeting her upon her return. Odd considering that Adam or Emily would always come out to meet her.

"Adam? Emily?"

With no response, Sera began walking through the house. She checks the living room and the kitchen before heading up to the library. As she made her way over, she could hear loud scampering of feet and a few bumps here and there.

"Adam!? Emily!?" Sera calls out.

Concerned, she picks up the pace and races up the stairs and heads for the library. Reaching the door, she opens it and was bewildered by the sight before her. To say the library was a mess would be a grave understatement.

"Hi Mom." The two of them greet, trying to sound casual and not at all suspicious.

"What happened in here?" Sera inquires.

Books were scattered everywhere, the table was turned over, the chairs were knocked over and several bookshelves were toppled.

"Adam and I were playing and things got out of hand." Emily responds.

"Playing?" Sera asks.

"Yep, playing." Emily replies.

Sera eyes the two of them suspiciously, she was certain they were hiding something from her. They were sweaty, their hair was a mess and their faces were flushed.

"Yeah, we were looking for a book and I threw one at her. One thing led to another and we both got tired and took a nap on the sofa." Adam says, coming up with a story on the fly.

"I see." Sera replies, not quite believing their story though it wasn't unusual to find the two cuddling.

"So, how were your meetings?" Emily asks, changing the subject.

"Tiresome. We can talk more over dinner." Sera says, deciding not to press the issue.

"None for me, I'm quite full." Emily states, the amount of seed Adam had pumped into her stomach was more than enough for her.

"Likewise." Adam adds. "I'm a little tired."

"Very well. I'll leave you two be. Clean this up later." Sera says, leaving the room and shutting the door.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief once they heard her footsteps fading away. Emily tries to get off Adam but his hands grab her ass and hold her in place.

"We should probably stop." Emily suggests, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

"Can't." Adam groans.

"Adam, Mom almost -" But Adam cuts her off with a forceful kiss, his tongue invading her mouth.

Emily gives in, his passion overwhelming her, his need irresistible.

She hopes that Aclima or Lute will soon come home and help her deal with the aphrodisiac.

Until then, she was at Adam's mercy.

And surprisingly, she didn't mind one bit.

-

The next day, Belphegor wondered how Adam was doing, by her estimate, the aphrodisiac should have worn off. She had continued watching Adam fuck Emily until Aclima and Lute showed before turning in for the night.

As she made her way over, she spots Adam wheeling Emily around in a wheelchair with Adam looking quite embarrassed and guilty. She approaches them with a knowing smirk.

"So, how was your night?" Belphegor asks. "Hope you liked the health supplement I invented."

"I don't think I'm able to move my legs anymore." Emily jokes.

"To be honest, I hadn't expected you to give him the whole bottle." Belphegor states.

"You should have labelled it than!" Emily says with a flushed face. "I'm so lucky Aclima and Lute showed up when they did, else I'm not sure I would've survived the night."

"Mom almost caught us too." Adam says, recalling how he and Emily were nearly discovered by Sera.

"Oh my, sounds like quite the exciting night." Belphegor remarks.

"That's one word for it." Emily mutters, her soreness still lingering.

"And Adam, if you ever want more of that supplement, let me know. I have a whole jar of it ready." Belphegor winks. "And if Emily isn't up to the task, well, I'm always available."

Adam's face turned bright red at the implications and Emily's face turned even redder. Belphegor giggles and walks away, leaving the two of them in an awkward silence.

-

"Dad, Belphegor is asking for you." Aclima says. "She says she made a discovery."

In normal circumstances, Adam would be over the moon. Belphegor's recent love for discovery and her passion for science is infectious, and Adam could spend hours in her lab, listening to her ramble on about her latest experiment. But with her fascination for chemistry, it's a double-edged sword, and he was never sure what to expect when he visited her.

"What is it this time?" Adam inquires.

"She wouldn't say." Aclima replies.

On the one hand, something new was always exciting, but on the other, his experience with her has taught him to be wary of her experiments.

"Come on Dad! Let's go!" Aclima encourages, secretly hoping its another aphrodisiac. "It's like an adventure!"

Adam smiles at his daughter's excitement. "All right. Lead the way."

Sure, Belphegor was a little overzealous when it came to her inventions and experiments, but it was hard to deny that she was incredibly smart.

As they made their way over, Adam and Aclima happily chatted away about what it could be, their imaginations running wild. When they arrived, Belphegor was practically vibrating with excitement, and the large grin on her face was unnerving.

"So, what's the big discovery?" Adam asks.

"It's amazing!" Belphegor pulls Adam and Aclima into her lab, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and pride. The room is cluttered with glass beakers, tubes, and burners, all bubbling with strange, colorful substances. A sharp, almost medicinal smell hangs in the air, making Adam wrinkle his nose.

"Behold!" Belphegor gestures dramatically to a small, crystalline substance in a vial, resting on a pedestal like it’s a crown jewel. Belphegor’s grin widens, her eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous glint. "No, no, not cocaine. This is something entirely new—something I’ve been working on for months."

Adam raises an eyebrow, taking a cautious step closer. "What is it, then?"

Belphegor holds up the vial, her excitement barely contained. "I call it, methamphetamine. A more potent, more refined version of cocaine! It’s much stronger, with more immediate effects."

Adam's eyes widened as he examined the vial. The substance inside looked crystalline and ominous, and he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in his stomach. Methamphetamine was known for its extreme effects, and the last thing he wanted was another dangerous experiment.

"A refined version of cocaine? And you’ve tested this already?" Adam asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Belphegor’s face lit up with pride. “Yes, indeed! The effects are even more intense. It increases energy, focus, and euphoria but also has a more profound impact on the user’s system. I’ve done preliminary tests on myself, and the results are ... fascinating.”

Adam wasn’t convinced. "Remember what happened with Lute?”

Aclima snickered.

"Yes, yes, but I've already accounted for those errors." Belphegor said, waving off Adam's concerns. "I've made several adjustments to the formula and I have you two to test it out!"

"Me?" Aclima perked up.

"Wait a second!" Adam interrupts, holding up a hand. "You want to give my daughter an untested drug?"

"I want to give the BOTH of you a TESTED drug!" Belphegor clarifies. "Like I said, I tested it on myself! And besides, you two are stronger than Lute so you'll be able to handle it just fine!"

"Come on Dad! I'm sure it'll be fine!" Aclima pleaded eagerly.

Recalling how violent Lute became after only taking a small amount of cocaine, Adam had no interest in seeing how this would affect his daughter. But, before he could protest, Belphegor has already prepared a sample and was pouring it into a glass.

If Belphegor's theory is correct, than combining this new methamphetamine mixed with aphrodisiac should have him absolutely ravaging her in seconds and with Aclima around, she can have a break if she needs one.

"Just one sip, Adam. For me." Belphegor says, her smile widening as she held out the glass.

Adam sighs.

He couldn't say no to that smile.

As he brought the glass to his mouth, he was caught off guard when Belphegor tips the glass, forcing him to swallow the whole thing before covering his mouth with both her hands.

Adam sputters and coughs, the taste of the substance lingering on his tongue. It was bitter and chalky, with a faint floral undertone. He feels a surge of energy and euphoria rushing through him, his mind sharpening, his senses heightening.

He sees the crazed look in Belphegor's eyes, her pupils dilated, her breathing heavy. Her hands are on his chest, and she's licking her lips.

"Mmmm, good isn't it? I knew you'd like it." Belphegor coos.

"Get off him!" Aclima shouts in alarm, trying to pull her off her father.

"Oh hush. Don't worry, you'll get your turn soon." Belphegor smirks, grabbing Aclima by the collar and throwing her into a corner of the room, her body landing with a thud.

Adam’s heart races, a mix of exhilaration and disorientation coursing through him as the methamphetamine takes effect. His vision sharpens, but so does his agitation. The initial euphoria quickly gives way to a gnawing irritability. His thoughts become fragmented, and the once familiar sense of control slips through his fingers like sand.

“Get off me you bitch!” he growls, his voice gravelly and harsh. He shoves Belphegor away from him, his movements more aggressive than intended. The force of his push sends her stumbling back, and she falls against a table, knocking over a few beakers in the process.

Hearing her father swear, Aclima looks at him wide-eyed, fear creeping in. "D-Dad?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Adam snaps, turning his attention towards his daughter. "I don't need you fucking whining in my ear!"

Aclima flinches, and tears well up in her eyes. She's never seen her father act like this before, and the harshness of his words stings.

"What did you do to him?" Aclima asks, turning to Belphegor.

Belphegor was at a loss for words as well. Perhaps she got the ratio wrong and added too much meth.

Adam, on the other hand, didn't care about what had been done. He was feeling a rush unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. The world around him seemed to be moving in slow motion, and his senses were overwhelmed. Everything was brighter, louder, more intense. His body tingled with a combination of energy and pleasure, and the urge to do something — anything — was nearly uncontrollable.

Quickly grabbing the rest of the methamphetamine, Adam pours it into his mouth and swallows it whole. He felt as though his body was burning up, and the need to do something was overwhelming.

"I gotta fuck some shit up!" Adam growls, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

Without any further warning, he punches a hole into the wall and rushes out of the lab.

"D-Dad!" Aclima cries out before turning back to Belphegor. "You! Fix my father! Now!"

"I-I can't!" Belphegor stammers.

"Fix him now!" Aclima growls, grabbing Belphegor by the collar and lifting her up, slamming her against the wall. "I want my Dad back!"

"It'll wear off!" Belphegor explains.

"When!?" Aclima demands.

"I-I'm not sure!" Belphegor stammers. "A few hours? Maybe a day?"

Aclima was seething with rage. "Damn it!"

Reaching up, she taps her halo and contacts Lute, declaring a state of emergency.

-

Adam laughed as flew through the streets of Heaven, a trail of destruction in his wake. He punched through buildings and knocked over trees, his strength fueled by his rage. Everything was a blur, a cacophony of colors and sounds that only added to his manic state. He felt invincible, unstoppable, like he could tear apart the very fabric of reality.

"Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Adam cheers.

Adam couldn't tell how long he'd been flying through the city, destroying everything in his path, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he needed to keep going, to find more things to destroy. His body felt like it was on fire, and his mind was racing.

He sees a winner who looks oddly similar to Lucifer flying and purposely smashes into him, causing said winner to go flying, crashing into a nearby building.

"Watch where you're going jackass!" Adam yells, a wild grin on his face.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The winner growls, pulling himself out of the rubble.

"I'm Adam you fucking prick! The fucking Dickmaster!" Adam snarls.

The winner looks at him incredulously. "You're insane."

"Says the bitch who's about to be torn a new one!" Adam grins, summoning his golden axe to his hand.

"Wait! What are you -" The winner panics, realizing that Adam was about to attack.

But Adam didn't care. He rushed the winner, his axe raised up high. But before he could land the blow, a sword blocked his attack.

"What is wrong with you Sir!?" The new arrival growled.

"Lute!" Adam grinned. "Just in time! Help me take down this jackass!"

"What!?" Lute exclaims. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't like you, Sir!"

"Oh! I see how it fucking is!" Adam snaps. "You're on his side now, huh!? You fucking traitor!"

"What!? No! I'm trying to -" Lute tries to explain, but Adam cuts her off.

"Leave me like all my fucking wives did!? Well fuck you! I'll show you who's boss!" Adam roared, raising his axe and charging at Lute.

Lute barely had time to process what was happening before Adam was upon her, his golden axe gleaming in the light of the ruined city. She dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly swing. The force of the blow sent a shockwave through the ground, cracking the pavement and sending debris flying in all directions.

He swung the axe again, this time with even more ferocity. Lute parried the blow with her sword, the clash of metal reverberating through the air. She could feel the immense strength behind Adam's attacks, and it was taking everything she had just to hold her ground.

"I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me, Lute!" Adam bellowed, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed through the heavens. "No one betrays the Dickmaster and gets away with it!"

"I'm trying to help you Sir!" Lute protested, desperately trying to reason with the enraged man. But Adam was beyond reason, consumed by his fury.

She blocked another swing of his axe, and then another, and another. The blows came faster and faster, each one more powerful than the last. But she was no match for the crazed angel, and she could feel herself faltering under the relentless assault.

Adam continued to push forward, his rage and aggression fueling his attacks. But his relentless attacks grind to a halt when Vaggie slams into him, sending him flying through a building.

"Sorry I'm late, I'm here now." Vaggie apologizes, readying her spear. "Dad! What is wrong with you!?"

"Who the fuck -" Adam growls, emerging from the wreckage. "You too Vaggie!? Well fuck you!"

"Calm the fuck down Dad!" Vaggie shouts, her spear at the ready. "You're scaring us!"

"Shut the fuck up and fight me!" Adam snarls.

"Alright, Dad, if that's what you want!" Vaggie shouted, steeling herself. "But I'm not holding back!"

Adam's response was a primal roar as he lunged at Vaggie with his golden axe. She sidestepped the initial swing, her spear darting out to strike at his side. Adam twisted, catching the spear with the flat of his axe and pushing it away with a growl.

Lute took advantage of the momentary distraction, rushing in with a precise slash aimed at Adam’s back. But Adam was quicker than she anticipated, spinning around to block her attack with his axe before delivering a back handed blow, sending her stumbling backwards.

"Stop this Sir!" Lute pleads. "This isn't you! Please, we're trying to help!"

"I don't need your fucking help!" Adam roared, launching a barrage of axe swings at her, the air around him shimmering with his power. "I'm fucking Adam!"

Vaggie and Lute fought with everything they had, but they were no match for Adam's unhinged fury. He was like a force of nature, his strength and speed overwhelming them. Vaggie tries to deliver a kick to his chest but Adam catches her foot with his hand before tossing her towards Lute. The two crash into each other and land with a hard thud.

As the two angels struggle to get back on their feet, Adam laughs, a twisted and crazed grin on his face. "I'm gonna enjoy beating the shit out of you traitors."

"I won't let you!" Aclima announces from behind.

Adam turns around just in time to see Aclima flying in place with her spear drawn. Her eyes blazed with determination, but beneath the surface, there was sorrow and concern.

"Aclima!" Adam snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "Here to stab me in the back like the others!?"

"You know I would never Dad!" Aclima pleaded, ignoring his taunts. "Mom -"

"Of course you would follow your Mom's fucking footsteps! Like mother, like daughter!" Adam interrupted, his voice filled with rage and betrayal. "You just love that clown prick, don't you! Just like the others!"

"No Dad! Please listen to me!" Aclima cries. "This isn't you!"

"You're right!" Adam roars, his golden wings shining with divine power. "This is a new me! And you're going to fucking pay for betraying me!"

Adam's halo glows bright as he launches a massive blast of Holy Light at Aclima who barely manages to dodge the attack.

"Please Dad! Stop!" Aclima cries out.

"Stop!? Me!? Ha!" Adam sneers. "You and what army!?"

Hundreds upon hundreds of exorcists soon appear, surrounding Adam.

"This one." Aclima says grimly. "Dad, we love you and if we have to, we will take you down to stop you from hurting yourself or anyone else."

Adam roars with laughter. "Is that supposed to scare me!? None of you can take down the fucking First Man! Especially not when I'm pumped up on this amazing shit!"

"Doesn't mean we won't try. Everyone! Attack!" Aclima orders, her halo glowing bright.

"Yes Ma'am!"

"We'll save you Dad!"

The exorcists surged forward, their weapons gleaming with divine energy. Adam’s laughter echoed through the heavens, a dark, triumphant sound as he prepared to face the oncoming tide.

"Bring it on!" he roared, charging forward with his golden axe raised high. His attack was a devastating wave of raw power, knocking back several exorcists with each swing. The air crackled with energy as Adam fought with a frenetic energy, seemingly fueled by an unstoppable force.

But the exorcists were not deterred. They pressed on with disciplined precision, their attacks coordinated to overwhelm Adam. The battlefield became a chaotic blur of light, their weapons clashing with his divine power.

Unfortunately for the exorcists, they did not posses the ability to wield Holy Light or any sort of angelic power. While they were able to hold their own, their lack of power would ultimately prove to be their undoing.

Adam was a one man army, his attacks growing more powerful and unpredictable as the fight wore on. His Holy Light and various other Angelic powers allowed him to keep many of them at bay and those that came within melee range quickly found themselves outmatched by his overwhelming skill.

With every passing minute, the odds began to turn against the exorcists, their ranks thinning as they got knocked out one by one. Their bodies littered the streets of Heaven, broken and bloody.

Despite the growing desperation, the exorcists were determined to defeat Adam, no matter the cost. They would not back down, not until the very end. Fortunately, they numbered in the thousands, and so they continued to fight, their efforts never wavering.

The battle raged on, with neither side giving an inch. Both sides fought with unrelenting ferocity, each determined to emerge victorious. But in the end, the odds were simply stacked too high against them.

"Sir!" Lute shouted. "Surrender!"

"And be a slave to that clown prick!" Adam retorted. "Never!"

"Dad, please!" Aclima begged.

"Never!" Adam hissed. "I'm Adam, the first fucking man, and I will never fucking surrender!"

Aclima and Lute manage to lock weapons with him and hold him in place, but he was too strong, and they could only hold him for a moment before he broke free.

But a moment was all they needed.

Vaggie throws her spear at Adam, hitting his hand.

"Ah fuck!" Adam hisses.

"Got him!" Vaggie cries.

But this small victory was short lived as they knew from experience that an unarmed Adam was far from being defeated.

"You fucking cunts!" Adam snarls.

He ducks below Aclima's spear thrust and delivers a punch to her abdomen, sending her crashing into a building. Adam than does a roundhouse kick, knocking Lute's rapier out of her hand before delivering a knee strike to her abdomen, doubling her over.

"Dad!" Vaggie screams.

Vaggie charges with her spear ready, but Adam kicks the ground, sending debris and dust into the air, blinding Vaggie. He then follows up with a punch to the face, sending her sprawling onto the ground.

"I will never fucking surrender!" Adam yells bring his foot up to stomp onto her.

Despite seeing their leaders fall, the exorcists remain undeterred. They were ready to charge at him when a shout stops them in their tracks.

"Enough!" A continuous blast of Holy Light hits Adam, skidding him across the floor and into another building.

Vaggie looks up to see who had saved her and sees Jophiel flying in place, her eyes glowing with angelic power.

"Thank you." Vaggie sighs, relieved.

"You're welcome." Jophiel nods. "Tell the rest of your sisters to stay back. I'll handle him."

"Jophiel..." Adam growls.

"Adam." Jophiel responds.

"Angel of Love!? How about Angel of fucking adultery!" Adam spat. "Fuck you!"

"What is wrong with you!?" Jophiel exclaims.

"I'm fucking Adam!" Adam screams, his golden wings shining bright.

"No, you're not." Jophiel states firmly. "You're not the man I love. You're sick, Adam. And you need help."

"Fuck off! I'm fucking perfect!" Adam hisses.

"You're far from perfect." Jophiel states, shaking her head. "You know this more than anyone."

"You don't know anything!" Adam yells.

"Perhaps. But I do know this." Jophiel pauses, a look of determination in her eyes. "I know that I will do whatever it takes to help you. Because I love you, Adam. And nothing will change that."

Her words struck a chord with Adam, and he faltered for a moment. He stared at her, his anger momentarily replaced with confusion.

"No! Shut the fuck up! I hate all of you!" Adam snaps. "You'll leave me for Lucifer in a heartbeat!"

"Never." Jophiel replied, her voice filled with conviction.

"Shut up!" Adam roared, charging at her.

Jophiel readied herself, her celestial aura intensifying as Adam charged. She raised her hands, channeling a powerful barrier of Holy Light just in time to intercept his furious assault. The collision of Adam's attack with Jophiel's shield created a blinding explosion of light, shaking the very heavens around them.

Despite the force of the impact, Jophiel stood firm, her determination unyielding. She could see the conflict in Adam's eyes, the fleeting moments where his rage was interrupted by glimmers of doubt and hurt.

"Adam, listen to me!" Jophiel shouted over the roar of energy. "This isn't you! You're being manipulated by something dark, something that isn't part of who you are!"

Adam's face twisted with pain and fury as he fought against the barrier, his strength straining against Jophiel's defense. "I'm not being manipulated! This is me! I’m in control!"

"No!" Jophiel countered, her voice resolute. "You’re not in control. You’re hurting, and you’re lashing out because of it. But I know you. I believe in who you really are."

"Shut the fuck up!" Adam lashes out, his voice a guttural roar.

Jophiel can tell that her words alone won't break through to him. It pains her, but she knows what she has to do.

"Forgive me, my love." Jophiel says under her breath.

"Huh!?"

With a strong beat of her wings, Jophiel darts forward, ready to deliver a palm strike to him, intending to knock him out.

Adam, however, was trained for this.

All those times training with Michael had improved his combat skills considerably. Once upon a time, he would have said that the speed with which Jophiel moved at was a blur to him. But now, thanks to all the training plus the meth coursing through his veins, he could see every move Jophiel was making.

He knew he had only a few seconds before she reached him, but even with that time limit, he was confident he could still win. He had been trained to react quickly and precisely, and he was not about to let that training go to waste.

As Jophiel rushed towards him, he saw the exact angle and position her palm would connect with. He saw her arm extending, her wrist twisting, her fingers tensing. He saw the movement of her body, the flexing of her muscles, the shifting of her weight.

And then he saw his opportunity.

Adam's eyes narrowed as he calculated the trajectory of Jophiel's strike. With a quick, fluid motion, he sidestepped, his golden wings flaring out to shield him. Jophiel’s palm strike missed by mere inches, and Adam used the momentary lapse in her attack to counter.

He delivered a swift, brutal blow to her midsection, his fist connecting with a sickening crunch. Jophiel gasped in pain, the force of the strike knocking the wind out of her. She stumbled backwards, clutching her stomach.

Adam smirked, reveling in his victory. But his triumph was short-lived as Jophiel recovered quickly, launching a barrage of Holy Light at him. Taking to the skies, Adam evaded her attacks, his golden wings glimmering as he maneuvered through the air.

Jophiel was relentless, her barrage never ceasing. Her determination was admirable, but Adam was not about to let her win. Flying close to the ground, he snatches one of the many spears dropped by the exorcists and with a sharp flick of his wrist, sends it flying straight at Jophiel.

The spear flies true, striking Jophiel in the shoulder. She hisses in pain, her Holy Light attack dissipating as she tries to pry the spear from her flesh.

"Got you now bitch!" Adam sneers, landing on the ground.

He charges forward, his golden wings trailing behind him like a comet. He raises his fist, ready to deliver a crushing blow.

"You're done Jophiel!" Adam declares.

"I'm not!" Jophiel growls.

Just before Adam reaches her, Jophiel pulls out the spear and slams blunt end on his temple, knocking him to the ground.

"Gah fuck!" Adam hisses.

"Now!" Jophiel screams.

With Adam on the ground, the exorcists piled on him, restraining his arms and legs. Adam struggled against their grasp, his fury mounting.

"Get the fuck off me you traitors!" Adam roared.

"Sorry Dad." One of the exorcists said.

"We have to do this." Another apologized.

Adam thrashed wildly, his golden wings beating against the ground as he tried to break free. His strength was incredible, but it was not enough to overcome the sheer number of exorcists holding him down.

He felt like a wasp trapped under a pile of bees. He couldn't escape. The exorcists were everywhere. There were too many of them. His mind was reeling, the drug's effect fading slightly as his heart hammered in his chest.

"Shhh." Many of the exorcists mutter as they try to calm their father down.

"I'm Adam! The fucking first man!" Adam screamed. "Let me fucking go!"

"You're not just the First Man." Aclima says gently, kneeling in front of him. "You're our Dad."

"We love you." Everyone said in unison.

"I hate you all!" Adam screams, his tears falling freely.

"It's alright. We forgive you." Aclima continues, taking his hand in hers. "We're here for you."

Adam's body trembled, the fight slowly draining from him. He could feel his strength waning, the meth coursing through his veins was no longer enough to sustain his fury. His vision blurred as the raw emotion and exhaustion began to overtake him. The chaos in his mind started to settle, replaced by a cold, creeping despair.

"Please, say you hate me." Adam begs. "That you'll leave me for ... him."

"Never."

"But-"

"Dad, we're your family." Aclima says, cutting him off. "We will never leave you."

"But...but...Lucifer-"

"Can go fuck himself." Aclima says sharply, her gaze intense.

Adam stares at her, his expression a mix of bewilderment and uncertainty.

"Dad." Aclima continues, her voice gentle. "We're not going to abandon you.

"Sir." Lute adds, kneeling beside him. "I would rather kill myself than betray you."

"Dad." Vaggie says, kneeling on his other side. "We won't leave you. Ever."

Adam's heart ached, the weight of his actions, the pain of his betrayal, all of it crashing down on him. He let out a broken sob, his resolve crumbling as his daughters held him, their love enveloping him like a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry." He sobs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's ok Dad." Aclima mutters. "It's ok."

"We love you." The exorcists say in unison.

"You're safe now." Jophiel smiles, stroking his hair.

Adam weeps, his emotions finally overtaking him.

-

"Oh come on!" Belphegor pleads. "I did what I did for science!"

"Science!? Science!?" Uriel exclaims, aghast.

"Yes!" Belphegor responds, nodding vigorously.

"You're lucky no one died when Adam went berserk!" Uriel chides.

"Well I-"

"We've already overlooked the fact that you avoid your usual duties and your unsanctioned experiments."

"Well-"

"But this, this is too far. We can't just look the other way because it's you, Belphegor. You need to accept responsibility."

"Like you do?" Belphegor retorts. "You've been avoiding work long before I became your understudy and who knows where you go!?"

"While Uriel's lack of productivity leaves much to be desired, the difference is that he has been doing his job." Sera interjects. "And whatever he does in his spare time has yet to endanger anyone, unlike your recent activities."

"But-"

"Enough." Michael growls. "We have heard enough."

Michael steps forward and takes away Belphegor's halo, crushing it between his fingers. "On behalf of the council and with the approval of the High Seraphim Sera, I hear by cast you from this place. May your journey to Hell be unpleasant and tortuous."

With that, Michael stabs the ground beneath them and a large hole that once swallowed Lucifer, Mammon and Satan opened up.

"May we never meet again, Belphegor."

Michael pushes the fallen angel into the hole, sending her spiraling down into hell.

-

As Belphegor fell into hell, she thinks back to all the experiments and research she conducted, a myriad of information flashing through her mind. The drugs she had developed and the countless hours spent in her laboratory were all gone, replaced with the realization that she would now have to start all over.

But that was fine for her.

She has done it before and she'll do it again.

Adam opened her eyes to a whole new world. A world of chaos and disorder, a world filled with endless possibilities.

The world below her was vast and unknown, a veritable playground for her. She couldn't wait to get started, to test her theories and hypotheses, to explore the mysteries of this new place.

She would have to create new chemicals and compounds from scratch, with newfound ingredients in hell. She would have to build new equipment and conduct new experiments.

It was daunting, but exciting.

This would be her next grand adventure, a new frontier to conquer, a new challenge to overcome.

More drugs.

Better drugs.

New and improved drugs.

The possibilities were endless.

"I'm not done yet." Belphegor smiles, a glint of determination in her eye.

AND ADAM WILL BE HER TEST SUBJECT!

...

She'll need to recreate the aphrodisiac.

Notes:

How was it? Tbh, not so confident with this chapter.

Next on Beyond Paradise: The fall of Leviathan

And if you haven't read it yet, I made a oneshot of Emily vs Lucifer.

https://archiveofourown.to/works/58218631

Chapter 86: The Fall of Leviathan

Summary:

A Mother's Anguish

Notes:

Yay! Another Milestone! Over 3500 kudos and 110k + hits!

Apparently I missed it but this fic is now over 300k words too! How is this story still going!?

Anyway, thank you all for the comments, support and ideas.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

They told her that being a mother was an honor.

To be the one that brings life into the world.

To watch them grow and develop.

To love and nurture them.

But what no one told Leviathan was how she had to watch her young ones be slaughtered by the hands of the angels and humans.

The angels had created her with one purpose and only one.

To birth the animals and other creatures that would walk the earth, swim in its oceans and soar through the skies.

Leviathan had fulfilled her purpose as ordained by the angels. She birthed the beasts of the land, the birds of the sky, and the creatures of the deep. From the majestic lions to the tiniest insects, from the great whales to the smallest fish, they were all her children. She watched over them, guiding them as they found their place in the world, her heart swelling with pride as they roamed the earth and filled it with life.

While it pained her to see her children feast on each other, it was a natural part of existence she had come to accept. The circle of life, as it was called, was a balance she had learned to respect.

Than the angels returned and informed Leviathan that they were selecting some of her offspring that were suitable for their "Eden".

She tried her best to frame it as an honor to have her children chosen to inhabit the sacred garden, a place of beauty and peace. The angels spoke of Eden as a paradise, where the creatures would live in harmony with the first human. Leviathan believed them, trusting that her offspring would be safe and cherished in this divine sanctuary.

She hoped that whatever was happening in this "Eden" would spread throughout the Earth.

A place where they need not feed on each other.

A place where they are always happy.

For a time, that was true. While she may be separated from her children, they still lived in her heart, their presence felt even across the vast distances that separated them. Leviathan would often gaze upon the garden from afar, sensing their presence, feeling their joy and contentment. She took comfort in knowing that as she continued to birth more creatures for the Earth as is her duty.

Then the angels return and informed her that a group of her children that they have dubbed "dinosaurs" were deemed too dangerous to coexist with the other creatures. The angels decreed that they must be wiped out, their very existence erased from the world. Leviathan recoiled at the thought, her heart twisting in anguish. These were her children, fierce and majestic, survivors in a world that demanded strength. How could they be condemned simply for being what she had created them to be?

"But why?" she asked, her voice trembling as she faced the angels. "Why must they be destroyed? They are as much a part of this world as any other. They can be just as peaceful if you place them in Eden."

The angels, their faces devoid of emotion, replied with a cold finality. "These creatures pose too great a threat."

Leviathan's heart ached with a sorrow so profound it threatened to consume her. She had seen the potential for violence in her dinosaur offspring, but she had also seen their beauty, their resilience, and the intricate ways they interacted with their environment. They were a part of the balance she had worked so hard to maintain.

"I cannot do this," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I cannot destroy my own children."

The angels were unmoved. "It is not your choice to make." they said.

Tears filled Leviathan's eyes as she realized the inevitability of what was to come. She had no power to defy the angels, no means to protect her children from the fate that had been decided for them.

In her grief, she retreated to the depths of the ocean, where the shadows concealed her sorrow. She could not bear to witness the destruction of her children, the dinosaurs she had brought into the world with such care. Instead, she wept for them, her tears mingling with the salt of the sea, her heart breaking with each passing day as their roars and cries slowly faded from the earth.

When the last of her dinosaur children was gone, a silence fell over the world.

At the very least, the ones remaining in Eden were safe, she thought. The sanctuary promised by the angels still held some of her beloved creations, living peacefully under their watchful gaze. This small consolation was all that kept her from succumbing entirely to despair.

But as time went on, Leviathan began to sense a change in the Garden. Additional humans were introduced, and the peace that had once existed was slowly replaced by turmoil and conflict.

Still, she remained hopeful that her children would be safe, that they would continue to thrive in the Garden. Even as the humans struggled with their roles, her children remained untouched, their lives unchanged. Many continue singing high praises for the First Man known as Adam. They speak of how he walked among them with a gentle hand and a kind heart, naming each of them with care, understanding their ways, and living in harmony with the world around him. Adam, they said, was a protector, a friend to all creatures, and his presence brought peace to the Garden.

Leviathan was reassured by these words, comforted by the knowledge that her children were in good hands. Even as the humans quarreled and argued, the animals would always find solace in Adam's presence, basking in his light and enjoying his companionship.

But that harmony would forever be shattered the moment one of the humans ate the forbidden fruit.

Soon after, the ones living in the Garden started to struggle. An inner darkness that threatened to consume them.

Though she could not see, her heart broke as she sensed her beloved children began to suffer. She could not fathom the depths of their anguish, but she could feel the intensity of their pain, the suffering they endured. Their sanity only held together by the barest threads thanks to the love they have for the First Man.

However, the angels saw fit to banish all of them.

Humans and her children.

All of them.

They were forced to leave the Garden and within minutes, her children became just as vicious as the ones she birthed for the Earth. From a peaceful life of tranquility in the Garden, her offspring now had to adapt and survive, fighting for survival with the rest of the animals.

And Leviathan, the Mother of Beasts, had to watch them.

Her heart ached, the pain almost unbearable. But she couldn't look away.

She needed to witness their suffering.

To know the depths of their agony.

To understand.

But what she couldn't understand was their undying love for Adam.

As the days turned into months, Leviathan's observations grew more painful. She saw her children adapting to their new reality, their behaviors changing to fit a world that had become unforgiving and hostile. She saw the conflict, the predation, and the suffering they endured. Yet amidst all this, many of her children’s devotion to Adam persisted.

Others, like the wolves and bears, held no such love for the First Man. One such had even tried hunting him down, seeing him as nothing more than prey to be eaten. Leviathan did nothing to stop said wolf. If this Adam was truly as pure and as kind as her children once told her, than he did not long for this world.

To her surprise, Adam was not consumed by the wolf, nor did he fall into despair. Instead, he faced the threat with a resilience that seemed to defy the suffering around him. Adam fought back, using his wits and strength to protect himself.

He was wounded, but he survived.

And that was what angered Leviathan.

Stories of his kindness and his gentle touch seemed a mockery now. How could the man who was once believed amongst her children to be a symbol of peace and harmony continue to thrive while her children suffered so greatly?

And Adam has the gall to herd them, her children, and use them to perform manual labor or provide sustenance through their meat or milk.

HOW DARE HE!

As if to add insult to her injury, Adam seemingly chose a spot not far from the sea, probably to mock her and make her watch as he used her children. A place where she could witness their anguish, knowing that she couldn't do anything about it for he was still protected by the one known as Sera.

Even as her children were enslaved by him, Leviathan still witnessed their unconditional devotion, their love for him persisting despite their suffering. They tell of how he cared for them, providing shelter and protection. They say that even as the world had changed, Adam had not. That he was a light in the darkness, a source of joy for them.

They were clearly delusional, blinded by their love for him.

But it was too late.

They no longer listened to her.

Even as she pleaded with them to abandon Adam, her children chose him over her.

They chose the First Man over their mother.

WHY HIM!?

Leviathan’s anguish deepened with every passing day. Her heartache was compounded by the sight of her children, once so vibrant and free, now bound to a life of servitude and struggle. Their love for Adam, so steadfast despite their suffering, gnawed at her very core. She couldn’t comprehend how they could continue to adore the man who now wielded them as instruments of his will.

Every time she tried to communicate with her children, to remind them of their origins, her pleas fell on deaf ears. They were enamored by Adam’s presence, their loyalty unwavering. They spoke of his kindness, his protective nature, and how he had once saved them from the predators that threatened their life.

In her growing fury and desperation, Leviathan began to question the very purpose that had been assigned to her by the angels. She had fulfilled her duty, but at what cost? Her children were suffering, their lives a stark contrast to the harmony that was once promised in the Garden. Her role, which had once seemed so clear, was now overshadowed by the confusion and torment of witnessing her children’s pain and betrayal.

WHY DO THEY LOVE HIM AND NOT HER!?

As Leviathan grappled with her own despair, she heard a voice calling out. It was soft and soothing, a balm to her broken heart.

The voice belonged to the First Woman, Eve.

Wife of Adam.

Leviathan knew of her, she watched her travel alongside the First Man as they searched for a place to call home. A being much like herself, created to bear the man's children and give birth to a new generation.

Unlike the First Man, Eve's presence brought relief and comfort to Leviathan. As a mother herself, she understood her plight, the anguish of having to be subjected to being nothing more than a breeding mare for a male.

She curses the angels for creating her with such sharp hearing that nearly every night and sometimes in the day, she could hear Eve scream as they coupled, the First Man clearly forcing her to mate with him.

Leviathan’s heart ached at the sound of Eve’s cries. She understood the agony of being used, of having one’s role reduced to mere function. Yet, Eve’s presence brought a flicker of solace amidst the chaos of her torment. Unlike Adam, whose actions seemed to mock her pain, Eve’s suffering was a shared agony, a testament to the shared fate of those bound by creation’s cruel hand.

Leviathan longed to reach out, to offer Eve some form of comfort or understanding, but she was trapped by the same forces that had wrought the destruction of her own paradise. To take Eve into her arms and whisper the reassurance that only another mother could, was a dream that could never come true.

So instead, Leviathan listened.

She listened as Eve cried out in anguish.

She listened as Adam claimed his wife.

She listened as the First Woman endured in labor, birthing child after child.

And in the silence that followed, Leviathan swore she would help the poor girl.

One day.

-

3969 B.C

How to secure more of Adam's love?

A question that has never left Eve's mind for the longest time.

While it was true that Adam paid nearly all his attention to her during pregnancy, it only seemed to apply during the latter stages of the pregnancy. Following Adam around and doing chores together with him helped but it wasn't enough.

SHE NEEDED MORE!

The downside of being pregnant was the children that followed.

The more children they had, the more divided Adam's love and attention became. Which resulted in her quickly getting Adam to breed her again so to regain his attention.

And the cycle continues.

She needed something that will get his undivided attention.

Something that will force him to focus solely on her.

Something.

Anything.

"Are you going to help me Mom?" Abel groaned.

The two of them had been scouring the shoreline for crabs and shellfish for the past hour. They had already collected a decent haul, but the sun was starting to set and she would need to start making dinner soon.

...

Perhaps if she gave herself food poisoning, Adam will pay her extra attention?

The thought of using a drastic measure like food poisoning crossed her mind, but it was quickly dismissed for it wasn't feasible to do so. Eve's frustration boiled as she looked out at the ocean, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore.

"Damn it!" Eve exclaims, kicking at the sea water in anger.

"Mom!?" Abel calls out in concern.

-

Leviathan looked on as Eve kicked the seawater in frustration. She watched as the woman, a mother much like herself, struggled with her fate. Leviathan felt the First Woman's pain and the longing for love and companionship. She could sense the emptiness inside Eve, a void that could never be filled, no matter how hard she tried.

And it hurt.

Leviathan could feel the ache in Eve's heart, the longing for acceptance and belonging. She could feel the desperation and the loneliness. She could feel the need for someone to understand her, to know the true depth of her anguish.

Eve was alone.

Just like her.

And today was the day that she'll reveal herself to her.

-

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Eve turns to Abel before picking up the basket of crabs and shellfish.

"I'm fine. Let's go home."

As she walked away from the ocean and towards Abel, she was met with an expression on Abel that was unfamiliar to her.

Abel's eyes were fixed on something in the distance, a look of sheer terror painted across his face. Eve followed his gaze, her heart pounding as she turned to see what had captured his attention.

There, emerging from the frothy depths of the ocean, was the Leviathan. Its massive form undulated through the water, casting an imposing shadow over the shore. The creature's eyes glinted with an eerie intelligence, and its scales shimmered like a dark, hypnotic mosaic under the setting sun.

While fear was evident in Abel, Eve felt different.

She felt excitement.

For the answer to her question came in the form of the massive creature before her.

As the towering beast approached them, Eve stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. The Leviathan’s massive form glided effortlessly through the waters, its eyes locked onto her with a gaze that seemed to pierce through to her very soul. Abel’s terror was palpable, but Eve’s own emotions were a chaotic mix of awe and hope. She had longed for something to shift her fate, and here, in the midst of her despair, the answer had appeared in the most unexpected of forms.

As the Leviathan reached the shore, its colossal body coiled and writhed, creating waves that lapped against the sand. The air was filled with a tense, almost electric anticipation. Eve’s instincts told her that this encounter was significant, that it held the key to the change she so desperately sought.

The Leviathan’s eyes softened slightly as they focused on Eve. There was a flicker of understanding in those ancient orbs, a glimmer of empathy that resonated with Eve’s own hidden anguish.

“Mom!” Abel shouted again, his voice trembling. He tugged at Eve’s arm, but she remained still, her gaze locked with the Leviathan’s.

Eve took a tentative step forward, her voice a mere whisper. “What do you want from me?”

The Leviathan’s form seemed to pulse with a rhythm, almost as if it were communicating through movement rather than words. Slowly, it shifted closer to the shore, its eyes never leaving Eve’s. The creature’s powerful tail moved with grace, creating a gentle ripple in the water that reached Eve’s feet.

"Do you wish to be with me?" The Leviathan's voice, though it boomed and rumbled, was gentle and soft.

Eve smiled as she nods. "Yes."

"Then I shall take you."

"Mom!?" Abel yelled. "What are you doing!?"

Eve quickly turns around and places her hands on Abel's shoulders before whispering. "Listen to me Abel. Your poor mother is going to distract this beast. Go tell your father that I've been taken and that he better come rescue me quick! Do you understand?"

THIS IS PERFECT!

ADAM WILL HEAR THAT SHE HAS BEEN TAKEN AND COME SAVE HER!

THAN OUT OF CONCERN FOR HER SAFETY, HE'LL PAY ALL HIS ATTENTION TO HER!

Abel's eyes widened in fear, confusion clouding his young face as he looked up at his mother. "But Mom -" His voice wavered, the plea of a child who couldn't fathom the idea of abandoning his mother to a creature as terrifying as the Leviathan.

"Get going Abel!" Eve chided, shoving the basket of crabs and shellfish into his arms. "You're wasting time! Go get your father!"

With a final, pained look, Abel turned and ran, his feet kicking up sand as he sprinted toward their home. The sound of his footsteps quickly faded, leaving Eve alone with the Leviathan.

Turning back to the beast, Eve spreads her arms and smiled with a newfound determination. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement as she faced the Leviathan, feeling the weight of her plan sinking in. This was her moment—her chance to reclaim Adam’s attention, to make him see her as the most important thing in his life once more.

Without another word, the Leviathan extended a massive appendage towards Eve. The water around it churned as the creature lifted her from the shore with surprising gentleness, cradling her in its massive grip. Eve’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the cold, slick scales of the Leviathan against her skin. The world seemed to tilt and sway as the creature turned and began to move back into the ocean, carrying her away from the shore.

As the Leviathan glided through the water, Eve glanced back at the rapidly shrinking shoreline, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. She imagined Adam’s reaction when he found out she was gone, his frantic search for her, his desperate need to rescue her. She imagined his relief when he finally found her, and how that relief would turn into an all-consuming love that would overshadow everything else in his life.

ADAM WILL LOVE HER!

-

"DAD!" Abel screamed as he ran into the village. All of his siblings who were present stopped and turned their heads in his direction.

"Where's Dad!?" Abel continued to yell.

"He's tending to the sheep." Cain answered. "Why are you -".

Abel pushes past him and continues running, heading straight for the flock of sheep.

Abel finds his father kneeling in the grass, his hands tenderly stroking the woolly back of a sheep. The gentle creature leaned into Adam’s touch, its large eyes blinking with contentment. Nearby, other animals milled about, grazing peacefully under Adam’s watchful eye. The scene was serene, a stark contrast to the panic that gripped Abel’s heart.

"DAD!" Abel screamed again, his voice cracking as he skidded to a stop in front of Adam, nearly toppling over in his haste.

Adam looked up, his brow furrowing in concern as he took in the sight of his breathless, wide-eyed son. He rose to his feet, his hand still resting on the sheep's back as he spoke, his voice calm and soothing. "What is it, Abel? What’s happened?"

"It's Mom! A giant beast took her!" Abel's words tumbled out in a rush, his body trembling with fear and urgency.

Adam’s face drained of color as Abel's words sank in. The serene calm that had enveloped him while tending to the sheep shattered like glass. His hand stilled on the sheep’s back, and the animal, sensing the change, looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes. The peace of the moment evaporated, replaced by a sharp tension that seemed to vibrate in the air.

“A beast?” Adam repeated, his voice low, almost disbelieving. He quickly looked around at the animals, as if seeking reassurance from them. “What kind of beast? A bear!?”

“I-I don’t know!” Abel stammered, his small body trembling. “It was huge, like nothing I’ve ever seen before! It came out of the ocean and took her!”

Adam’s mind raced, trying to piece together what could have happened. He had never known a creature of such size to dwell near their home.

Abel watched, wide-eyed, as Adam grabbed his spear with a determined urgency that seemed to transform him into a different person entirely. The tender, caring father who had just moments ago been tending to the sheep was now a warrior, his eyes blazing with a fierce resolve that Abel had never seen before.

Adam’s mind was a whirlwind of fear and anger. He couldn’t fathom what kind of beast would dare take Eve, nor could he understand why it would happen now. His heart pounded with a mix of emotions—terror for his wife’s safety and an inexplicable fury at the thought of her being harmed. His hands gripped the spear tightly, knuckles turning white as he steeled himself for what lay ahead.

“Cain is in charge. Stay here with your brothers and sisters.” Adam instructed Abel, his voice steady but filled with an edge that made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience. “I’ll bring your mother back.”

Abel nodded, too stunned to argue, as he watched his father stride out of the house with a resolve that seemed to shake the very earth beneath him. Adam’s heart was set on one thing: rescuing Eve, no matter the cost.

As Adam made his way toward the shore, the peaceful scenery around him seemed to twist into something sinister. The once-familiar paths, the trees that had stood as silent guardians for so long, now seemed to loom over him with dark intentions. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, a melody that usually brought him comfort, now felt ominous and foreboding.

When he reached the beach, Adam’s eyes swept the horizon, searching for any sign of the beast that had taken his wife. The ocean stretched out before him, vast and unforgiving, with no trace of the Leviathan or Eve. His heart sank as the reality of the situation settled in—this wasn’t going to be an easy rescue.

Adam took a deep breath, the salt air filling his lungs as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He had to think clearly, to strategize. Charging blindly into the ocean wouldn’t help Eve.

Adam’s grip on the spear tightened. Whatever this creature was, whatever he was up against may be far beyond his experience. But Eve was his wife, the mother of his children, and he couldn’t let fear stop him.

He will find her.

He will save her.

-

Leviathan had brought Eve over to a cave in her domain, where she gently placed her on a bed of soft, moss-covered stones.

"Comfortable?" Leviathan asked.

Eve nodded, taking a moment to admire the Leviathan's cave. It was a cavernous space, the ceiling so high that it seemingly disappeared into shadow. The walls were lined with algae-covered rock, and the floor was covered in a carpet of soft seaweed and sand.

As Eve got comfortable with her surroundings, Leviathan studied Eve's form, scrutinizing every detail of the First Woman. She noted Eve's pale skin and her full lips. Her delicate nose and her piercing eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" Eve asks, shifting her gaze from the cave to the Leviathan's.

Leviathan moved closer, her form seeming to shimmer in the dim light of the cave. "You are a masterpiece, Eve. Crafted with such care and purpose. I find myself drawn to your ... essence. It is not often I encounter something so beautiful, so full of life."

Before Eve could respond, Leviathan's body began to shift, her scales rippling like water. The transformation was seamless, almost like a dance, as Leviathan's serpentine form morphed into something more familiar. Within moments, Eve found herself staring at a perfect replica of herself, standing where Leviathan had been.

"What the -" Eve mutters.

The doppelgänger's eyes were identical to her own, down to the very last fleck of color. Her features, her build, every detail was a mirror image of Eve's.

"Do you find this form pleasing?" Leviathan asked.

"... why?"

"It is my intention to mate with you, Eve."

"You want to what!?" Eve exclaimed with a look of disgust.

Leviathan cocked her head to the side, her expression unreadable.

Eve recoiled slightly, her mind racing. "But ... why would you want to do that? Why take my form?"

Leviathan, now wearing Eve's likeness, took a slow, measured step forward. "Your form is perfection, Eve. It embodies beauty, potential, and power. By taking it, I connect with you in the deepest sense. You are the First Woman, the mother of all that will be, and I, Leviathan, am a mother as well. We have more in common than you realize."

Eve shook her head, struggling to process the Leviathan's words. This was not how she had imagined things playing out. She had wanted Adam to come rescue her, not for a mythical sea creature to try and seduce her.

"I'm not interested in women." Eve blurted out, hoping that would put an end to Leviathan's advances.

Leviathan stared at the First Mother and laughed, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber.

"Of course you're not." Leviathan said sarcastically with a smirk. "You need not fear the angels or your so called "husband". No one can hear us here. You can tell me the truth, Eve."

"What truth?"

"That you wish to be free of your husband."

...

"NEVER!" Eve shouted, her voice booming throughout the cave. "Adam and I are perfect together! He's my soulmate! I can't bear the thought of living without him! I'd rather die with him beside me!"

Had Leviathan been wrong this whole time? Did the First Woman not desire freedom from her husband?

Leviathan pondered for a moment, watching Eve's reactions carefully.

Clearly she is only saying that out of fear of the repercussions.

Leviathan narrowed her eyes, her gaze never leaving Eve. "Do not be so quick to deny what lies within your heart, Eve. Fear can be a powerful motivator, but it can also blind you to the truth."

Bringing her hands up to her face, Eve mentally slapped herself for not considering that Leviathan took her away because she was attracted to her. She then let out a heavy sigh as her thoughts went to her husband, hoping that he will come soon.

"Look, I don't know what you think this is but there is no way that I would ever leave my husband. I love him and we have a good life." Eve replied, sounding a bit defensive.

Leviathan smiled knowingly. "You say that but when I asked if you wanted to be taken away, you said "yes"."

"Yes, but ..." Eve started.

"And you did not resist when I carried you here. If you were truly happy with your husband, why would you have willingly come with me?" Leviathan asked.

SO THAT ADAM WOULD KILL YOU!

Leviathan took Eve's silence as an admission. "There is no need to hide the truth, Eve. You may not be aware of it yet, but your heart yearns for freedom. For me. I can feel it."

Eve looked on in disgust and confusion as Leviathan closed the gap between them, moving until they were practically touching. She was so close that Eve could feel her warm breath on her skin.

OH NO!

SHE NEEDS TO GET OUT OF HERE!

IF ADAM SEES HER LIKE THIS, HE'LL THINK SHE'S CHEATING!

"Don't touch me." Eve hissed, glaring at her doppelganger.

Leviathan chuckled. "You are a stubborn one, aren't you? Do go on though. I love how feisty you are."

Eve's heart pounded in her chest as Leviathan closed the remaining distance between them. The creature, still in her perfect likeness, reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from Eve’s face. Eve flinched, feeling the coldness of Leviathan’s touch despite the warmth she projected.

"Your resolve is admirable," Leviathan continued, her voice a low, melodic hum. "But even the strongest resolve can be worn down. You see, Eve, I can offer you what Adam never could. I can offer you the freedom to be more than just a companion, more than just a mother."

FUCK THAT!

SHE WANTS TO BE ADAM'S!

AND ONLY ADAM'S!

"What you're talking about is blasphemy!" Eve spat, her fists clenched at her sides. "I will not betray my husband. Not for you. Not for anyone."

Leviathan's smile widened. "And do you think your husband would extend the same courtesy to you?"

"Of course!" Eve replied without hesitation.

Leviathan's laughter echoed off the walls of the cavern, mocking her. "Oh, Eve, how naïve you are. Your husband is weak. He does not deserve a woman like you."

Eve bristled, anger boiling inside her. "You don't know anything about Adam."

"Don't I?" Leviathan purred. "I've been watching you both for quite some time. I saw how he forced you to bear his children. Night after night, he took you, over and over again. And you, so obedient and willing, submitted to him every time. I heard your cries of pain."

Pain?

Did Leviathan mistake her cries of pleasure for pain?

"That's not how it was." Eve shot back, trying to keep her voice steady. "I loved every moment with him. Every touch. Every kiss. We're meant to be together, and nothing will change that."

Leviathan shook her head, a look of pity on her face. "Such devotion is wasted on him." She remarks.

The poor girl must be traumatized. Forced to love her captor.

Leviathan studied Eve for a moment, her expression softening, but the hunger in her eyes remained. "Devotion or delusion, it makes little difference to me."

SHE'LL SAVE HER!

Leviathan reaches out and pulls Eve towards her, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

Eve struggled, trying to break free, but the creature's grip was like iron.

"Let me go!" Eve cried, her voice muffled by Leviathan's shoulder.

"No." Leviathan replied, her tone firm. "I will save you."

"Let me go!" Eve repeated, her struggles intensifying. "I don't need saving!"

"I will show you what it means to be free, Eve." Leviathan whispered.

Eve froze, her body tensing at the feeling of Leviathan's lips against her neck. She doubles her efforts to get out of her grasp.

If Adam ever caught her in this compromising position, it would ruin everything.

She can't let him catch her!

SHE CAN'T LET HIM SEE THIS!

"EVE!" Adam's voice echoed from the mouth of the cavern, startling the pair.

"ADAM!" Eve shouted, relief flooding her voice.

Leviathan's head whipped around, her eyes narrowing. She had not expected him to find them so soon but it seems that his arrival has brought them both back to reality.

But perhaps, this was what she needed.

"Tell me Eve, do you truly believe your husband loves you and is loyal to you?" Leviathan asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Eve's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sudden chill run down her spine. "Yes! How dare you suggest otherwise!"

"We'll see about that." Leviathan murmured, releasing her hold on Eve and pushing her off to the side, forcing her down behind some large rocks.

"What are you doing!?" Eve exclaimed, trying to get back up.

Leviathan held up a hand. "I'm going to test your husband." She replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "If he truly loves you, he should know that I'm not you."

Eve wanted to scream, to shout that she didn't want to be tested, but her voice was caught in her throat. She knew she couldn't stop Leviathan, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was curious to see if her husband was as devoted to her as she was to him.

Leviathan stepped back and faced the entrance of the cave. A smug grin spread across her lips as she waited for Adam's arrival. With the many times she spent observing Eve and hearing her voice, she was confident that she could fool him.

And once she does, Eve will realize that her husband is not as perfect as she believes him to be, breaking the spell he has over her.

Then she'll kill Adam and the two of them could be together.

"Eve!" Adam rounds the corner and comes face to face with Leviathan, who now perfectly mimicked Eve's form. He stopped short, confusion flashing across his features as he took in the sight before him.

"Eve?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Leviathan, still wearing Eve's appearance, smiled warmly and took a few steps toward him. "Adam, I'm fine. Just a little shaken, that's all."

Eve, hidden behind the rocks, held her breath. She wanted to shout out to Adam, to tell him that the creature before him was not her, but fear and curiosity kept her silent.

Adam's eyes narrowed, suspicion growing in his gaze. "Are you sure you're alright, Eve?"

Leviathan's smile faltered for a brief moment before she regained her composure. "I'm just a bit rattled, Adam. I thought I was lost, but then I heard your voice, and I knew you'd find me."

Leviathan reached out, placing a hand on Adam's chest. "It doesn't matter now. What matters is that we're together."

Adam gently took her hand and removed it from his chest, his expression serious. "Eve, where is the beast Abel told me? Did it do something to you?"

The question caught Leviathan off guard. She had expected Adam to be more easily swayed, to be blinded by his love and devotion. But now, she realized that he was more perceptive than she had anticipated.

"Leviathan is gone." she said, trying to sound convincing. "She... she tried to hurt me, but I managed to escape."

Eve fears seem to have been realized as Adam reached up and took her hand in his own, his fingers curling around hers. She was about to cry out, to warn him that this was not her, but Adam surprised everyone.

Faster than Leviathan could react, Adam had lifted his spear and pulled her toward him, plunging the sharpened tip deep into her abdomen.

The creature's eyes widened in shock as blood began to spill from the wound. "What...?"

"You're not my little rib." Adam snarled, twisting the spear further into the Leviathan.

Leviathan, still in Eve's form, gasped in pain, her hands clutching at the spear embedded in her abdomen. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, staring up at Adam in disbelief. The facade of Eve’s face began to flicker, revealing glimpses of Leviathan’s true, monstrous form beneath.

"You ... how did you know?" she choked out, her voice a distorted mix of Eve's soft tones and Leviathan's deep, resonant growl.

"Because you were afraid." Adam replied, his voice cold and harsh.

The only time he had ever seen that look on Eve was when he had rejected the forbidden fruit when she offered it. Never again has he seen that same look adorn her expression.

Adam's statement hit Leviathan harder than any physical blow.

Afraid?

Leviathan, the Mother of Beast, feared nothing.

Yet, the truth was undeniable.

She had been afraid, not of Adam, but of losing Eve.

She had been so consumed by her desire to possess Eve and break the bond between her and Adam that when Adam questioned her, she allowed doubt to seep into her mind.

She had faltered, and it had cost her.

BUT SHE WON'T LET IT END HERE!

With a surge of strength, Leviathan rose to her feet and deliver a backhand to Adam's chest, catching him off-guard and propelling him to the far end of the cave where he crashed against the hard, stone wall.

"ADAM!" Eve cries out.

"I WILL NOT LOSE!"

Leviathan yanks the spear and tosses it Adam's way, her aim near perfect.

Near.

Adam, reeling from the impact, scrambled to his feet just in time to dodge the spear. It clattered against the rocky floor, narrowly missing him. His breath came in ragged gasps as he eyed Leviathan, who was now struggling to maintain the illusion of Eve's form, the monstrous features beneath becoming more apparent with every passing moment.

Leviathan's rage intensified as her illusion continued to deteriorate. Her eyes, once filled with cunning, now glowed with fury. The cavern's dim light caught the growing cracks in her human guise, revealing the dark, scaly underbelly of her true form. She roared in frustration, the sound reverberating through the cavern and shaking the walls.

Adam, shaking off the shock of Leviathan's sudden attack, grabbed his weapon with renewed determination. His eyes locked onto the beast’s true form as it struggled to maintain its disguise. He could see the rippling scales and the menacing gleam in Leviathan’s eyes—a look that would have made any of his sons quake in fear.

But not Adam.

Admittedly, he still feared her.

But he wasn't afraid to face her.

Even when Leviathan unveiled her towering form, Adam remained steadfast, his grip on his spear tightening.

Leviathan’s true form emerged more fully, her scales glistening darkly and her massive, serpentine body coiling with latent power. Her eyes, now fully exposed, glowed with a malevolent light. Her once-smooth features had twisted into something grotesque, and her voice was a guttural growl as she spat her anger.

"You dare!" she roared, lunging at Adam with renewed aggression. Her tail whipped through the air, and Adam barely managed to dodge the vicious strike, the wind from it almost toppling him.

Adam's resolve hardened. He dodged another of Leviathan’s attacks, using the cavern’s rocky terrain to his advantage. He darted around her, seeking an opening in her defenses. Leviathan, her frustration mounting, attempted to lash out in all directions, but her rage made her movements erratic.

"You and those angels killed my children!" Leviathan hissed, her voice echoing through the cavern. "And now you've come here, to MY home, to take MY woman away from me!"

Leviathan let out a roar of anger, and her tail shot out, striking Adam squarely in the chest and sending him crashing to the ground. He rolled across the cave floor but quickly recovers, scrambling to his feet just in time to dodge another of Leviathan's attacks.

"She is not yours." Adam countered, his voice low and dangerous.

"Yes she is!" Leviathan bellowed, her tail slamming into the ground beside him and shattering the rocks. "She understands me! She understands my pain, my suffering, my anguish!"

"I do?" Eve's voice was soft, barely audible.

Leviathan whipped around, her attention now focused on Eve.

"Don't you see, Eve? Don't you see that I'm the one who can truly understand you? We're both mothers!"

Leviathan’s serpentine form twisted, revealing more of her monstrous self as she loomed over Eve. Her rage was palpable, her voice a deep, throaty rumble that echoed through the cavern.

"You are so much more than just Adam’s wife, Eve!" Leviathan continued, her voice softening slightly. "I can offer you the world, to be free! Where you can embrace your true potential!"

The way she spoke reminded Eve of someone familiar.

...

LUCIFER AND LILITH!

All this talk about freedom and embracing her true potential was what fucked her over in the first place! Why won't they all just shut about all that nonsense!

She was happy!

She and Adam were happy!

So why couldn't they just leave her and Adam alone!?

ALL SHE WANTS IS ADAM!

"No!" Eve shouted, her voice echoing through the cavern.

Leviathan’s roar shook the cavern walls as she let out a frustrated bellow. Her monstrous form writhed, scales flashing with every movement as she faced Eve with a mix of fury and desperation. "Why do you resist? Why cling to this illusion of happiness? You are so much more than this, Eve!"

Unbeknownst to Leviathan, while she was distracted with Eve, Adam had started scaling up her back, making his way towards her head.

"Adam brings me happiness." Eve retorted, her voice steady. "I don't need anything else. I don't need to be anything else and I certainty DON'T. NEED. YOU!"

Before Leviathan could reply, Adam stabs his spear into one of her eyes, eliciting a pained roar from the beast.

Her roar was deafening, a mixture of agony and rage that shook the very foundations of the cavern. Her enormous serpentine body thrashed violently, sending tremors through the rock and causing stones to rain down from the ceiling.

"Adam!" Leviathan howled, her one good eye searching wildly for her attacker.

Adam, now precariously balanced on Leviathan's head, dug his spear deeper into her eye socket before being flung off by the force of her thrashing. He slammed into the hard ground, his breath leaving him in a rush.

As he struggled to recover, Leviathan's massive tail swung toward him. The beast was furious, and her attack was driven by sheer force. She slammed the tail into Adam, and he was thrown across the cavern.

Leviathan's tail quickly coils around him, constricting his body and squeezing the air from his lungs. She brings him up to her face, to watch him struggle and suffer.

"Adam!" Eve cried out, her heart hammering in her chest.

Adam gasped for breath, struggling desperately against the crushing force.

But his efforts were in vain.

He was outmatched, and he knew it.

His vision began to blur as darkness encroached at the edges. His chest burned, and his heart pounded erratically, each beat feeling like it might be his last.

But than he sees it.

The cavern itself was beginning to shake, and the cracks in the walls were spreading. The rock was coming loose, crumbling away, and the ceiling was beginning to cave in from the damage.

Just a little more.

"Eve will never love you." Adam taunted, his voice barely above a whisper.

The words cut deep, but they held the truth.

Leviathan was blinded by her rage and sorrow. She wasn't thinking straight. All she wanted was Eve, and she couldn't see the truth.

That Eve didn't want her.

"Shut up!" Leviathan roared, slamming Adam hard into the ground.

Not realizing what was happening. Leviathan was caught unaware when a large chunk of rock fell from the ceiling and landed squarely on top of her head, stunning her momentarily. Feeling her grip on him loosen, Adam frees himself and jumps, kicking at the spear still lodged in Leviathan's eye and sending it deeper into the creature's skull.

The beast howls in pain and confusion, her massive form twisting and contorting as she tries to dislodge the weapon. But the damage is done.

Sliding down Leviathan's body, he lands safely near Eve, Adam quickly takes her hand and leads her out of the collapsing cave.

As Adam and Eve rushed toward the cave's entrance, the ground beneath them trembled violently. The cavern's walls were cracking and crumbling, and the ceiling groaned ominously as it sounded its impending collapse. Dust and debris rained down, obscuring their path and forcing them to move swiftly.

"Eve, stay close to me!" Adam shouted over the roar of the collapsing cavern. His voice was strained, but he remained focused on guiding her through the chaos.

Eve, her heart still pounding from the confrontation, clung to Adam's hand with a mixture of fear and determination. Her eyes darted back toward the darkened interior of the cave, where Leviathan's enraged roars and the sound of her thrashing body could still be heard.

Despite their frantic escape, Eve couldn’t help but glance back once more. The once-mighty Leviathan was now struggling beneath the crushing weight of the cave’s collapse. Her roars of fury and pain echoed through the cavern, but her monstrous form was becoming more distorted and weakened with each passing moment. Her struggles were growing weaker as the cave continued to crumble.

Adam and Eve burst out of the cave just as a final, massive tremor shook the ground. They tumbled onto the grassy knoll outside, gasping for breath as they watched the cave's entrance collapse in on itself. Dust and debris flew into the air, obscuring the once-magnificent cave.

For a moment, they lay there, panting heavily. The immediate danger had passed, but the aftermath of their ordeal left them both shaken. Eve turned to Adam, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and lingering fear.

"Adam," she said, her voice trembling.

But Adam only collapses on to the grass, the adrenaline slowly wearing off and the pain of his injuries making themselves known.

Eve's eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and relief as she looked at Adam. She reached out to touch his face, her fingers trembling slightly. "Adam, are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Adam managed a weak smile despite his evident pain. "I’m ... I’m fine." he rasped, though his injuries were serious. "Just ... a bit worse for wear."

Eve looked him over and noted the injuries. His ankle was swelling and his face was covered in scratches and his body was littered in bruises.

Adam will need to rest and recover.

...

He can't do much.

He needs her.

...

Eve smiles at the thought. Though this wasn't what she originally planned, the end result was what she truly wanted.

Adam needs her.

He won't be able to leave the house for some time as he needs to recover and she will spend every waking moment nursing him back to health. Cain, Aclima and the rest of her children will be busy doing their share of their father's duties and hers by extension so they won't be an issue.

She will be there, right next to him, caring for him and tending to his needs.

They'll have time together, just the two of them.

All his love.

JUST FOR HER!

-

Sera always kept one monitor and one eye trained on Adam as she did her duties. So when she was forced to watch Adam battle Leviathan and not be allowed to interfere, was the most stress inducing event in Sera's life.

She was terrified, worried, and helpless.

Watching her son battle Leviathan was a harrowing experience, and even now, as Adam and Eve lay outside the collapsing cave, Sera's anxiety didn't wane. Every moment of watching him struggle, and the fear for his safety, had nearly overwhelmed her.

As she monitored the situation, she struggled to maintain her composure. Her heart ached seeing Adam's injuries, and the tension of the situation weighed heavily on her. When the cave finally collapsed and Adam and Eve emerged, Sera let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Seeing her son alive and relatively intact brought a wave of relief. However, she also noted the pain and exhaustion on his face. It was obvious that the ordeal had taken its toll on him, and Sera felt a rage build within her.

"Michael, we are paying Leviathan a visit."

Michael, who was also watching the events unfold, nodded in agreement.

-

Leviathan doesn't know how long she had been buried under the rubble.

A few days, a week, perhaps more.

All she knew was pain.

And anger.

Anger at herself.

Anger at Adam.

Anger at her children who chose to follow him.

And anger at Eve.

That woman was her downfall.

But it's not Eve's fault.

It's all Adam's!

Leviathan’s rage boiled beneath the rubble, a seething, oppressive force that seemed to shake the very earth around her. She could feel the weight of the stone and debris pressing down on her, the sharp edges cutting into her scaled body. But her anger burned hotter than the pain, a fire that refused to be quenched.

As she struggled to free herself from the crushing weight, her thoughts were consumed by vengeance. Her mind raced with plans of retribution against Adam and everyone who had wronged her. The pain only fueled her hatred, and her determination to exact her revenge grew stronger with each passing moment.

The more she fought against her confinement, the more the cave seemed to close in on her. The rocks above her shifted, causing more debris to fall, and the sound of the collapsing cavern echoed in her ears. But Leviathan would not be defeated so easily. Her strength was not just physical; it was a primal force of nature that would not be subdued by mere stone.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggling, Leviathan managed to push aside enough of the rubble to see the faint light of day filtering through the cracks. She roared in triumph, her voice a deep, resonant growl that reverberated through the surrounding earth. With a final, powerful heave, she burst free from her prison of stone, her monstrous form emerging into the daylight.

The landscape around the cave was eerily quiet, the aftermath of the collapse still settling. Leviathan took in her surroundings with a mixture of fury and determination. Her one good eye narrowed, her gaze sweeping across the desolate landscape, searching for her prey.

But instead, she came face to face with the angels that first dictated her life.

Michael and Sera.

"Why?" Leviathan snarled as she faced the two angels, her voice laced with a mixture of fury and disbelief. "Why do my children die and suffer while Adam thrives!? Why is he so special!? Why must my children die for him!?"

The pain and anguish in her voice was raw, her frustration and desperation palpable. For a moment, she was simply a mother, grieving the loss of her children. Her anger and bitterness were not lessened, but they were tempered by her sorrow.

WHY IS ADAM SO FAVORED!?

"I did everything you asked of me!" Leviathan continued, her tone shifting from grief to indignation. "I birthed my children that you call animals for you! I didn't protest when you decided to kill off the ones you refer to as dinosaurs!"

"SO WHY!?" Leviathan screamed. "WHY DOES ADAM GET TO LIVE AND MY CHILDREN DIE!? HE TOOK MY CHILDREN! HE TOOK MY LOVE! WHY MUST HE TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING I HAVE!?"

Sera and Michael only looked on with indifference, their silence speaking volumes.

"Answer me!" Leviathan bellowed, her rage and frustration boiling over. She was beyond reasoning, her pain and suffering pushing her to the brink of madness.

But the angels stood firm, their expressions unreadable.

"Leviathan, Mother of Beasts, you've done your duty and we thank you." Sera said, her voice cool and collected.

Leviathan stared at the two angels before her.

They were the reason she was like this.

They were the reason her children had died.

And now they were dismissing her, treating her like nothing more than a tool to be used and then discarded.

"Put her down Michael." Sera orders.

Leviathan roared, her rage and bitterness driving her forward. But she was no match for the Seraphim.

With one swift motion, Michael unsheathes his sword and beheads Leviathan.

The once mighty serpent's head rolls and comes to a stop, its eye unblinking.

"More like Mother of Monsters if you ask me."

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: The Fall of Asmodeus

Chapter 87: The Birth of Asmodeus

Summary:

Ever wondered how Asmodeus is in hell?

Notes:

Huge thanks to Solithe for this idea he shared with me on discord.

Anyway, hope you enjoy my interpretation of Asmodeus!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1708 B.C

From where she sat, up high in Lucifer's castle, Lilith watches as the exterminations took place. After they had their usual tea routine and Aclima flew off to join her sisters, Lilith went to the castle balcony to watch.

Year after year, these "Exorcists" came and killed the people of Pentagram City. With the ever increasing number of living people dying, the sinners were not in short supply. With the twenty-four hour time limit that were imposed on them, the Exorcists will never be able to wipe out the entire population.

She remembers a time when she would look out and feel dismayed at the sight of the Exorcists killing the sinners. A time where she would have performed her concerts and the sinners would all cheer for her.

But that was a long time ago.

When you have been in hell as long as she has, you'll see all type of heinous acts and cruelty. She has seen countless acts of violence and depravity, and has heard of countless more. And yet, it never fails to surprise her, how utterly and completely fucked up the sinners can be.

From murder to mutilation, and rape to torture, the sinners never failed to find new ways to torment and terrorize each other. And even though they all ended up here, they were still as cruel and hateful as ever. Even cannibalism was not uncommon, so much so that there have been talks of a group of them forming a town somewhere.

She remembered how the sinners of old used to adore her, attending her concerts, filling her with a sense of importance and purpose. But those days were long gone. Those sinners of before were practically angels compared to the sinners of now that had descended further into madness, and no amount of music or adoration could mask that fact.

Lilith's perspective had shifted. Once, she would have been appalled by the carnage she now casually observed from Lucifer's balcony. The endless waves of death and destruction had dulled her senses, and the Exorcists—once the enemy—now felt like a necessary force, culling the chaos of hell.

That didn't mean she saw them as friends.

Though she often wondered how the Exorcists always came into hell with such zeal and fervor. All of them so eager to slaughter and burn and maim, without even a hint of hesitation. She'd seen them cut down countless sinners, sometimes even children. She'd seen them laugh as they watched others scream and suffer, and had seen them gleefully tear apart families.

And they were all daughters of Adam if Aclima is to be believed. Each and everyone of them were made using Adam's feathers, angelic power and his skillful hands.
How could such beings born from the most loving and tender man, be so bloodthirsty?

If she had her own child -

...

But she can't.

-

1707 B.C

Another year.

Another failure.

Lilith and Lucifer had been trying to conceive for the longest time but all of their attempts have proven fruitless. The disappointment hung heavily in the air between them, an unspoken burden neither dared to voice aloud. Every year, Lilith harbored the faint hope that this time would be different, that their union would bear fruit, but year after year, their hopes were dashed.

In her frustration, she went to Eve to seek advice. The woman was the Mother of Humanity and she was proud of the fact. Not about the fact that she gave birth to the hundreds of children that went on to continue humanity's legacy but the fact that Adam always sought her out to deposit his seed in her to which she happily accepted.

When Lilith broached the subject with her, Eve seemingly decided that that was the best time to mock her.

Eve's mockery stung more than Lilith had anticipated. She had hoped, perhaps naively, that Eve, with all her children, would understand her longing. Instead, Eve reveled in her own fertility, taunting Lilith with veiled insults about her inability to conceive.

"You must be doing something wrong." Eve had said with a smirk. "It's simple, really. Adam always came back to me, and my body simply ... accepted. Maybe it's not in either of you. After all, Lucifer isn't Adam."

The sting of Eve's words lingered like a bitter poison in Lilith's veins, long after their conversation ended. Each syllable replayed in her mind, twisting the knife of inadequacy deeper into her soul. She hated the way she flaunted her fertility as if it were some divine gift, as if her endless line of children made her superior.

Though her words may hold merit.

Lucifer wasn’t Adam.

Were angels and humans simply not compatible?

Or was it Adam that was special?

Was she the problem?

-

1706 B.C

Another year.

Another failure.

"Why do you even try?" Eve asks as she sipped her tea. "I mean, look at my kids! My eldest daughter turned into a husband stealing whore and my son committed the first murder. Not like your child would be any better."

Lilith pauses mid sip and glares at the woman across her. "Are you suggesting that my child would be a failure like yours?" she sneers.

"Obviously." Eve snickers. "I've birthed hundreds of failures. All trying to pull their father's attention away from me. Why would yours be any different?"

Lilith's jaw clenches.

"Like that bastard Seth. He already has a wife with Azura but what does he do!? He tries to take MY Adam to go fishing even though we already had food for dinner!" Eve complains, oblivious to the building rage in the woman in front of her. "The only positive thing to come from those bastards of mine was when Cain killed Abel. Adam held me so tightly that night!"

Lilith stands up abruptly in frustration. Here she was trying to conceive a child for centuries and Eve is just flaunting the fact that she already had hundreds and hundreds of children and she didn't care about them.

"Just look at what my children are doing! The girls are whores and the boys are idiots!" Eve continues. "My descendants clearly didn't fare any better."

ONLY ADAM IS PERFECT!

PERFECT FOR HER!

Turning on her heels, Lilith storms out of the living room, leaving Eve alone and confused.

"Jeez, rude." Eve remarks.

-

1705 B.C

Another year.

Another failure.

Here she was, back on the balcony and watching the exterminations take place. The Exorcists existence seemed to mock her, a reminder of how even after his time on Earth had reached its end, Adam still could make more children that love and adore him while she struggled to even get pregnant. Their growing numbers was evidence of his continued influence, of his ability to create life, while she remained barren.

If only she could make one.

...

Why not?

The question echoed in Lilith’s mind as she watched the Exorcists carry out their grim task below.

Why couldn’t she create life herself?

Adam is the First Man and and she is the First Woman.

They were both made equal so why can't she create a child too?

Was it possible for her to conceive a child without relying on the flawed process she had been subjected to over the years?

Only one way to find out.

Stepping away from the balcony, Lilith races back to her room and quickly closes the door. Opening one of the drawers, she takes out a rectangular box, and lifts the lid. Inside is the very dagger she used to kill one of the exorcists just a few years prior. She had kept it as both a testament to her strength and evidence of how Heaven wasn't infallible.

Still caked in the dried up golden ichor of the exorcist, Lilith only now realizes that she quite possibly has the material she needs to make her child a reality. If Adam could create life with a feather, surely she could do so much more with the blood of one of his.

She only needed to find out how.

-

Lilith's frustration mounted with each failed attempt. The blood of the exorcist, though potent, seemed to resist her efforts. The rituals she performed grew increasingly complex, her dark magic twisting and distorting as she sought a way to meld the angelic essence with her own power.

Her experiments had yielded strange, amorphous forms—creatures that dissolved into nothingness, or bizarre shapes that could barely be called life. Yet, each failure only fueled her determination. She was driven by the vision of a child, a being of her own creation. A being that had her or Adam's likeness and a massive improvement in both personality and body over whatever Eve could produce.

She was met with failure time and time again until she decided to use her own body as a catalyst.

All this time, she was trying to create a child that was fully grown but perhaps she was being too hasty in trying to rush the growth.

Perhaps she should start small.

Using the golden blood as a base, Lilith infused it with her own essence, her dark magic twisting and warping it before magically implanting it into her womb.

She doesn't know if the experiment was a success or not but it was the best she could do at the moment.

And she need only wait.

Though she wonders if she should tell Lucifer that the child isn't his.

-

Eve was feeling rather perplexed. For some odd reason, she could sense a piece of Adam like as if it was nearby but it was different.\

Diluted.

And as she stared at the growing belly of Lilith over the past few months, she could guess why.

Normally, she would have gone into one of her trademark fits and berate or maybe hit her but she decides against it and only offers a mocking smile as Lucifer caresses Lilith's belly.

"I knew my boys could swim!" Lucifer cheers. "I'm going to be a father!"

"Sure you will." Eve mockingly congratulated. She had thought of telling him but the idea of him finding out after all the wait and anticipation would probably be more devastating.

THAT'S WHAT HE GETS FOR COMING UP WITH THOSE HALF BAKED PLANS!

Lucifer’s joy was a stark contrast to Lilith’s underlying anxiety. Despite the hopeful anticipation, she couldn’t shake the fear that her attempt might fail, or worse, produce something malformed or dangerous. The blood of the exorcist, though divine in origin, was still foreign to her, and combining it with her own essence was an uncharted territory.

The days turned into weeks, and Lilith's pregnancy progressed, albeit uneasily. She was cautious not to show too much of her uncertainty to Lucifer, who was clearly elated at the prospect of becoming a father. To him, this was a victory, a sign of their success in a domain otherwise marked by their failures.

But as Lilith felt the movements within her, she couldn’t ignore the peculiar sensation that the child growing inside her was different from what she had imagined. The presence of Adam’s essence, though diluted, made the child unique. It was not purely of the infernal or angelic, but a blend of both, something unprecedented.

Something amazing!

-

"Ahhhhhhh!" Lilith screams.

HOW DOES EVE DEAL WITH THIS!?

It had been approximately nine months since she had implanted the child inside her womb and today, Lilith found herself giving birth. The labor was arduous, the pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her body seemed to fight the child, every fiber of her being pushing back against the new life seeking to emerge.

HOW THE FUCK DID SHE BIRTH SO MANY!?

As the pain surged through her, Lilith clung to the edges of the bed, her knuckles white. The walls of her chamber, usually cold and unfeeling, seemed to close in on her, echoing the screams of agony that tore from her throat. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each contraction a brutal reminder of the price she was paying for her ambition.

Lucifer and Eve were by her side, though their presence was more a source of tension than comfort. Lucifer, despite his excitement, seemed helpless, his eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and concern. Eve, on the other hand, watched with a detached interest, her face a mask of bemusement.

"Isn't this a sight?" Eve commented wryly, her gaze fixed on Lilith’s strained expression. "Never thought I would see the First Woman go into labor."

Lilith’s eyes shot daggers at Eve, but the pain was too consuming to allow for any further outbursts. She focused on the overwhelming sensations in her body, the intense pressure that seemed to threaten to tear her apart. The cold sweat on her forehead mingled with the heat of her frustration. Each push felt like a battle, every scream a cry of defiance against the forces trying to undermine her.

Lucifer, torn between his elation and helplessness, tried to offer words of encouragement. "You’re doing great, honey. Just a little longer and we’ll have our child."

But his words felt empty against the sheer magnitude of Lilith’s suffering. The hours dragged on, and despite the fervent attempts to ease the process, the labor showed no sign of easing. Lilith's resolve was tested in ways she had never imagined, and as the pain reached its zenith, she could only hope that the end result would be worth the suffering.

While Lucifer panicked at this new development, Eve took charge with an unexpected efficiency. Her hands, though not the gentlest, moved with purpose. She guided Lilith through the breathing exercises, her tone surprisingly reassuring despite the sardonic edge.

The hours dragged on, but Eve’s presence seemed to bring a measure of calm to the room. Her comments, though laced with her characteristic sharpness, were punctuated with practical advice and occasionally, a touch of empathy. She helped Lilith through each contraction, her assistance a strange blend of practical aid and cynical commentary.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the labor reached its climax. Lilith’s cries of pain were replaced by the piercing wail of a newborn. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the baby’s cries.

Eve took the child, carefully cleaning and examining it.

"What ..." Lucifer said, his voice trembling. "What is it?"

"Well ..." Eve began, her eyes narrowed as she inspected the baby. "It's a boy."

"And ..." Lucifer swallowed. "Is he ... is he okay?"

"I'm not sure." Eve said. She paused for a moment, her lips pursed. "He looks nothing like any kid I had."

The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, and for a moment, nobody dared to speak. Lilith, exhausted from the labor, lay back on the bed, her breathing shallow. Lucifer, his eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and wonder, peered over Eve's shoulder at the child.

"He is so beautiful!" Lucifer squealed.

The first thing that stood out about him was the thick, cyan hair surrounding his head. His skin is a deep, vibrant shade of blue, with a soft tuft of feathers sprouting from his head in red, white, and black. His eyes, though small and new, shine a bright, neon green.

Bringing the baby over to Lilith, Eve placed him gently in her arms. Lilith, still reeling from the effort, gazed down at the child, her eyes misty. The baby, his cries subsiding, stared up at her with an inquisitive gaze.

And all Lilith felt was disgust.

-

"Look dear! Asmodeus is taking his first step!" Lucifer exclaimed excitedly.

Lilith stared down at the toddler with a frown. Her son was taking his first steps, a momentous occasion. Yet, all she felt was a sense of disquiet. The contrast between Lucifer’s elation and her own repulsion was stark. His bright eyes and wide smile reflected pure joy, while her own gaze couldn’t tear away from the unnaturalness of the child she had birthed.

Asmodeus.

The name hadn’t even been chosen by her; it was Lucifer who insisted it be his. And now, as the baby struggled to balance on his feet, his vibrant blue skin glistening in the dim light of their chamber, she felt a bitter knot of revulsion twist within her.

She was supposed to feel something else—anything else—but every time she looked at the boy, that deep cyan hair, those vibrant neon eyes and the fact that he didn't even look human was enough to make her feel ill.

The only thing that she could say positively was that he had a humanoid shape.

Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the growing resentment brewing inside her. He laughed as Asmodeus stumbled forward, his tiny hands reaching out for stability. "Look at him, Lilith! He’s walking earlier than I expected!" Lucifer’s voice brimmed with pride, his every movement radiating paternal joy.

But Lilith couldn’t bring herself to mirror his happiness. She watched the way Asmodeus moved—an odd, unnatural grace already beginning to form in his steps.

Asmodeus toddled over to Lucifer, his neon gaze fixed on his father, who scooped him up effortlessly. Lucifer twirled the boy in the air, eliciting squeals of delight, but the sound grated on Lilith’s ears. Every time the child giggled, every time his feathers fluttered, Lilith felt more and more distanced from him.

"I warned you." Eve stated as she flipped through her book. "Children are nothing more than a burden. I'm surprised Lucifer hasn't figured out that he isn't his."

"Don't tell him." Lilith muttered.

"I won't." Eve casually replied.

-

When Asmodeus was six, Lilith’s disgust had only grown. The child was far from human, far from anything Lilith had imagined when she set out to create life. He harbored none of her features nor Adam's, and every day, she was reminded of her failure.

Asmodeus, however, was not ignorant of the tension between him and his mother. Despite his youthful innocence, he could feel the coldness in her gaze, the distance that grew between them with each interaction. He often found himself seeking solace in Lucifer, who doted on him endlessly. Lucifer’s joy in Asmodeus’ every milestone was the only warmth the boy knew. But even as a child, he sensed that something was wrong.

One evening, as the the four of them sat down for dinner, Lucifer regaled Asmodeus with stories of Hell’s history. Asmodeus listened intently, his neon eyes wide with fascination, but Lilith sat silently, her gaze distant.

"Mom." Asmodeus said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence, "Why do you never tell me stories?"

The room fell into an awkward hush. Lucifer, always quick to dispel tension, smiled and ruffled Asmodeus' hair. "Your mother is just ... she has many important things on her mind."

"Maybe one day." she said coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth or affection.

Asmodeus looked hurt but nodded, turning back to his father, who eagerly picked up the conversation again, trying to smooth over the uncomfortable moment.

-

"I don't understand you Lilith." Lucifer complained. "What's wrong? We've been trying to have a child for who knows how long and now that we have one, you treat him like a burden."

"Look, I just need time." Lilith lied. All this time, she has constantly gone out of the way to keep her interactions to a minimum with Asmodeus.

"It's been seven years! Seven years and you've done nothing but actively avoid him!" Lucifer pointed out. "What's wrong!?"

"Nothing! It's just -"

"Mom? Dad?" Asmodeus called out from the doorway.

Both of them froze.

Lilith’s lips tightened as she forced herself to meet her son’s eyes. His neon green gaze, so alien and unnatural, sent a shiver through her, but she masked her reaction with a forced smile.

"Asmodeus," she said, her voice strained but steady, "why aren't you in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. His cyan hair fell into his face, and his feathers fluttered with anxiety. "I heard you two arguing -"

Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He walked over to Asmodeus, crouching down to his level. "Your mom and I were just talking, that's all. Nothing for you to worry about."

Asmodeus looked at his mother for reassurance, but Lilith couldn't bring herself to return his gaze. She folded her arms, leaning against the wall. "Go back to bed, Asmodeus." she said, her tone colder than she intended.

The boy's eyes flickered with hurt, but he nodded silently and turned away, his small feet padding quietly down the hall.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Lucifer stood up, anger burning behind his eyes. "You see that? He’s your son too, Lilith. What happened to you?"

Before Lucifer could continue to berate her, Eve had entered the room and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You should go comfort your son. Lilith and I need to have a "girl" talk." Eve suggested.

Lucifer shot Eve a wary glance but didn't argue. With a final, frustrated look at Lilith, he left the room to find Asmodeus.

"Thank you." Lilith lets out a sigh of relief.

"You want my advice?" Eve offered. "Get rid of him."

"What?" Lilith asked, shocked.

"Do I have to spell it out? Get. Rid. Of. Him." Eve said as if it was obvious. "Don't make the same mistake I did. He is just another Aclima waiting to happen. If only I had drowned that bitch."

"I -" Lilith stammered, unsure how to respond. She looked at the empty doorway, where Lucifer had disappeared moments ago. The thought of abandoning her child was abhorrent but not unwelcome.

Silence settled between them, heavy with the unspoken weight of Lilith’s indecision. The sound of Asmodeus’s small, hesitant footsteps echoed from down the hall, a painful reminder of the child she could barely tolerate.

"Or keep him, it doesn't matter to me." Eve says with a smile. "Once Adam sees what your body produces, he'll definitely rather be with me than you."

She needs to get rid of him.

-

Asmodeus was woken up by some loud whispering outside his door. Curious, he crept out of his bed and pressed his ear against the door. He could make out his parents' voices, hushed and strained.

"What do you mean you want him gone!?" Lucifer sounded angry. "He's our son!"

It was clear to him that Lucifer was talking to Lilith. He had long since accepted that his mother disliked him and, while it hurt, he had his father's love. Though the talk of getting rid of him was very alarming.

"Lucifer." Lilith was exasperated. "He's not your child."

Asmodeus eyes went wide.

"What?" Lucifer gasped.

"Open your eyes Lucifer!" Lilith says in exasperation. "He looks nothing like you! Nothing like us!"

Lucifer's silence was deafening. The room was filled with a tense quiet, punctuated only by the sounds of Eve eating popcorn as she looked on. Asmodeus pressed his ear closer, his small frame trembling with the realization of what his mother was implying.

"Asmodeus is a mistake!" Lilith cried out. "He is the result of my experiment with that exorcist blood! He is not a product of us!"

The revelation hit Lucifer like a thunderbolt. His breath caught, his mind racing to process the words that had just shattered his world. Asmodeus, the child he had cherished, adored, and celebrated, was not truly his. The joy he had felt, the pride he had boasted, it all felt like a cruel jest now.

Asmodeus, still hiding outside the door, felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He had always sensed the distance between him and his mother, but the truth of his origins was more painful than he could have ever imagined.

But surely Lucifer, his father, would stand up for him, wouldn't he?

Lucifer has expressed time and time again on how much he loved him. Surely that wouldn't change.

Right?

Lucifer’s mind was reeling, the shock of Lilith’s revelation washing over him like a cold tide. He stood frozen, his face a mask of disbelief and pain. "You ... you mean to tell me that he’s not my son?" His voice trembled, a stark contrast to the elation he had once felt.

Lilith, her face a grimace of frustration, nodded.

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Lucifer's eyes, once so full of love and pride, were now clouded with hurt and betrayal. He struggled to find words, his anger and sorrow mingling in a confusing storm of emotions.

Only the sound of Eve chewing on popcorn could be heard.

Lucifer didn't know how to feel. The revelation that Lilith had kept this from him for so long was devastating. The knowledge that he had been lied to, deceived, and manipulated for years, cut deep. He could barely comprehend the reality that the child he had raised, the one he had doted on and cared for, was not truly his.

"How could you lie to me!?" Lucifer exploded, his voice a roar of anguish.

Asmodeus crouched by the door, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and disbelief. The conversation inside was a dagger twisting in his chest, the realization of his true origins cutting deeper than any physical wound.

"Like you're one to talk." Eve says in Lilith's defense. "I recall a certain someone lying to me about how my husband ate the forbidden fruit before me. Or did you conveniently forget?"

"That was different!" Lucifer retorted, his anger boiling over. "Lilith was the one who told you that and gave you the apple!"

Lilith looks at Lucifer with disbelief. "And whose great idea was it to even use the fruit!?"

"You didn't seem to mind it then!"

"And how the fuck would you know?"

"You two should be thanking me!" Lucifer roared, his rage fueled by the betrayal he felt. "I've given us a near perfect life!"

"Oh, sure, I thank you for RUINING my entire fucking life!" Eve sneered. "I was happy until you two pulled that stunt on me!"

"You wouldn't be saying that if Adam had bitten into the apple like I originally planned!" Lucifer snapped back.

"Well, he didn't, did he?" Lilith interjected. "Just like all your plans, they've all ended in failure!"

"Get over it!" Lucifer yelled. "It has been CENTURIES since than!"

"I will never get over it! You took everything away from me!" Eve screamed, her fury matching Lucifer's. "I WANT MY ADAM!"

"ENOUGH!" Lilith bellowed, her voice a thunderous roar that echoed throughout the house.

Silence descended once again, the tension hanging thick in the air. Eve, her face flushed with rage, glared at Lucifer, her fists clenched tightly. Lucifer, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing, returned her stare with equal ferocity. Lilith, her expression a mask of frustration, stepped between them, her body trembling with anger.

"Funny how something that is remotely Adam did more to make a child that you ever could in centuries." Eve mocked. "Maybe you have better luck fucking a monkey instead."

And that was the final straw for Lucifer's pride. Lucifer’s face darkened, his pride snapping like a brittle thread. Eve’s words struck deep, igniting a firestorm of rage he had long suppressed. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he resisted the urge to lash out.

Asmodeus, the one he once viewed as a son, was not his. The child he had cherished, the child he had adored, was the result of a failed experiment. The betrayal, the hurt, the anger, all of it burned through him, setting his heart ablaze with a bitter hatred.

Asmodeus had become the physical manifestation of his inadequacy, a reminder that he couldn't give Lilith what she wanted.

"Fine. Get rid of him." Lucifer spat, his voice a venomous whisper.

The words hit Asmodeus like a slap. He recoiled from the door, his eyes filling with tears as the reality of his situation sank in. The one who he regarded as a father, the one who had always shown him unconditional love, was giving up on him.

The walls closed in around him, the air suffocating and heavy with tension. The world around him seemed to disappear, his vision tunneling as the reality of the situation sunk in.

Abandoned.

Cast aside.

Rejected.

Asmodeus stumbled back from the door, his mind racing to make sense of what he had just heard. His chest tightened, and his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The warmth of his father’s affection, once so comforting, now felt like a cruel illusion. His mother's cold indifference was no longer just neglect—it was deliberate, calculated.

He had nowhere to turn.

The thought of running crossed his mind. To escape this nightmare, to leave behind the weight of his rejection. But where could he go? The walls of the house that had once felt safe were now a prison, filled with the echoes of his parents’ betrayal.

But wherever was better than here.

So, he ran. Opening the window and climbing down, he ran into the darkness, his heart aching and his eyes blurred with tears. He ran into Pentagram City, many of the sinners giving him odd looks. But Asmodeus didn't care, he just kept running until his feet began to ache.

As he runs, he glances over his shoulder every few seconds, half-expecting Lucifer, Lilith or even Eve to come after him, but no one does. The realization that no one cares only makes him run faster.

Over the next few days, Asmodeus kept a low profile as he tried to navigate the city. A small part of him had hoped against hoped that Lucifer and Lilith would come looking for him, desperately calling out his name.

But that day never came.

He lived on the streets, sleeping in alleyways and scrounging for food. In all that time, he hadn't heard so much as a peep from either of his parents. The realization that they didn't care about him was like a knife to the heart, the rejection a painful reminder that he was not wanted.

He wouldn't see them until a week later when he caught sight of them casually walking down the street. Asmodeus had hid behind a trash can and watched. He noticed the hell trio just mulling about their day as if nothing had happened.

But what broke his heart was how Lucifer held Lilith's hand. The two of them laughing as they walked while Eve trailed behind them.

They looked happy.

Asmodeus was alone and abandoned.

The pain and hurt were too much for Asmodeus.

The neon-eyed boy curled up and quietly cried.

-

Love is a lie.

His mother had never loved him.

His father had discarded him so easily.

Watching the sinners around him, he felt nothing but contempt. They were just like his parents—empty of love, driven only by the chase for their own pleasure to the point that they would step on others to get it. So why should he care what others thought?

His parents never cared about him, and neither would the world.

Love is a lie.

There is only Lust.

This revelations was what kept him going, kept him going in the following years. Everywhere he looked, all he saw were sinners that only cared about themselves, chasing fleeting pleasures and momentary satisfaction.

Eventually, he found his way out of the Pride Ring and carved a ring of his own.

His Lust Ring.

A place where sinful desires ran free, a playground of debauchery and perversion. A place where his rule was absolute, where there was no such thing as love or loyalty, only the pursuit of pleasure.

With consent of course.

His power grew exponentially as well as his lustful nature. He was feared, admired and respected. Everyone wanted a piece of him, everyone wanted to be close to him.
He is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

But to his peers, he was considered the weakest of the lot.

After all, Pride is a sin that Lucifer had no equal in.

Anger?

Wrath and Envy would make him look like a joke.

Sloth?

She may be out of her mind half the time but he knew better than to get on her bad side.

Greed?

Mammon's greed knew no limits.

Gluttony?

Beelzebub is a good friend to have but if given the chance, she would eat him out of house and home.

All in all, the other sins can do all the sins better than him.

Even though they are his "family", he knows better than to trust them.

After all, the one who he trusted the most abandoned him.

Love is a lie.

There is only Lust.

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Hell trio meeting with the Sins!

Chapter 88: A Hellish Meeting

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The Hell Trio hosting a meet with the Sins

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Chapter Text

750 AD

"Why does he even call for these stupid meetings." Asmodeus grumbled as he made his way over to Lucifer's castle.

Every so often, Lucifer would call upon the Sins to attend a meeting. More often than not, instead of discussing about their rings or how they could make improvements, most of the time, the topic of discussion usually revolved around one topic.

Adam.

And frankly, that's all Asmodeus can recall about these meetings. It was nothing more than just the Hell Trio fishing for new ideas to get the First Man into hell.

In short, a huge waste of time.

So much so that some of the Sins like Satan, Belphegor and Mammon just stopped showing up altogether. He had thought of joining them as well in their boycott but risking getting on Lucifer's bad side was the last thing he needed.

Pushing open the doors, Asmodeus entered the grand hall of Lucifer's castle and finds it empty. Not unusual as Asmodeus was always the earliest to arrive despite always just arriving on time.

Asmodeus sighed, his irritation simmering under the surface as he crossed the empty hall. The grand architecture of Lucifer's castle was designed to intimidate and awe, but after centuries, it had lost its luster for Asmodeus. He couldn't shake the feeling that this entire meeting was just another pointless exercise in futility.

As he approached the long obsidian table in the center of the room, Asmodeus ran his fingers along its smooth surface, feeling the coldness seep into his skin. His thoughts drifted back to the last few meetings—always devolving into the same conversation about Adam.

After conducting countless therapy sessions with them, he was no closer to finding out why Adam was so significant to them. It was as if a part of them were incomplete, like they were missing something important.

It was almost pathetic really.

A loud slam startled him, and he whipped around, his eyes widening as a figure emerged from the very doors he came through earlier.

"Ozzie!" A female voice calls out.

Beelzebub came striding into the room, a wide grin plastered across her face. Her insect-like wings buzzed softly as she flung the doors closed behind her with unnecessary force.

"Early as usual." Beelzebub said with a laugh, her yellow eyes glowing with amusement.

With a bucket of deep friend chicken in one hand and a bottle of mead in the other, Beelzebub made her way toward the table, plopping down in the seat next to Asmodeus without missing a beat. She tore a piece of chicken off the drumstick in her hand and chewed noisily, grinning at him between bites.

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, the scent of fried grease and honey assaulting his senses. "Do you really have to bring that in here?"

"Why not?" Beelzebub replied, tossing the bone onto the table, her grin widening. "It's not like these meetings are formal. Besides, no one’s here yet, except for you, of course. You want a piece?"

Asmodeus shook his head at the offer. Beelzebub was his oldest friend. When he was first starting out as a Sin trying to make something of himself and his ring, she had been the one to show him the ropes. Despite her chaotic nature, there was a certain ease to their friendship that kept Asmodeus from losing his temper around her. Not that she didn’t test his patience.

"I’ll pass." Asmodeus muttered, glancing toward the empty chairs surrounding the table. "Do you think the others will even bother showing up today?"

Beelzebub shrugged, taking another bite of chicken. "Who knows? Satan and Mammon are probably off sulking somewhere, and Belphegor ... well, good luck pulling her out of her lab." She laughed at her own comment, wiping her greasy fingers on the tablecloth.

Beelzebub was the one other Sin aside from Asmodeus to attend every meeting despite the fact that she rarely listened to a word Lucifer said. It wasn't out of respect, but rather a form of curiosity as the subject was usually Adam. In truth, the last thing she wanted was for the Hell Trio to succeed and bring Adam into hell.

But if Adam were to somehow end up in hell ... well, she'll do everything she can to intercept the man.

To keep him safe from the Hell Trio.

And the others.

In her bedroom.

For now, it's just a silly fantasy of hers that she wouldn't be opposed to coming to becoming reality.

An hour goes by and the two Sins just sit there idly chatting away, waiting for the other Sins to arrive. Asmodeus tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, his eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the clock on the far wall. The room still echoed with Beelzebub’s laughter, but beneath his nonchalant exterior, a sense of unease began to gnaw at him. These meetings, though infuriatingly tedious, always left him on edge—especially when he has to see his "parents".

"So," Beelzebub said, breaking through his thoughts. She tossed another chicken bone onto the pile in front of her and leaned back in her chair. "What do you think they’ll come up with this time?

"Your guess is as good as mine." Asmodeus sighed, running a hand through his neon hair. "I don't know why they keep trying, especially when all of their plans so far have failed. It has been centuries and they are still hung up on this guy!"

"Yeah ... weird." Beelzebub awkwardly laughed, fully aware she was no better than them.

Asmodeus shook his head, frustration flickering behind his eyes. "Honestly, you'd think after all this time, they'd fucking get over it. Is he really worth it?"

Beelzebub leaned back, her wings twitching in amusement. "Worth it or not, he’s got a hold on more than just them."

Asmodeus frowned, his mind wandering. "You ever wonder what would actually happen if they succeeded? What would change?"

"Everything." Beelzebub said with an uncharacteristic amount of seriousness.

Before Asmodeus could ask what she meant, the sound of approaching footsteps cut him off. He turned, his gaze shifting toward the door as two familiar figures made an explosive entrance. The doors flung open with such force that when it impacted the walls, it left a sizable dent in the stone.

"This better be fucking worth it Lucifer!" Satan bellowed, his anger radiating from him like an inferno.

"How crude." Belphegor muttered, her tone cold and distant as she followed after him.

Asmodeus let out a frustrated sigh, his annoyance spiking as the two Sins stepped into the room. The atmosphere became tense as Satan and Belphegor joined the others at the table, their presence sending a ripple of unease throughout the room.

"I didn't think you would show up Satan." Asmodeus regarded, his annoyance evident.

"Don't get used to it." Satan scoffed. "Lucifer has been calling non-stop and I'm about ready to tear his twink ass in two!"

"Ha! Phrasing!" Beelzebub says with a smug grin.

"And you Belphegor?" Beelzebub inquired.

"Mammon had some new business idea that he was "dying" to discuss with me in person." Belphegor grumbled, her annoyance at her fellow Sin clear in her voice. "Figured since I have to meet his fat ass, I may as well meet him here with all of you."

The room went silent as the Sins settled into their respective seats. Beelzebub finished off her meal, her wings twitching anxiously. Belphegor looked bored, her eyes scanning the room, and Satan was brooding.

"This sucks." Asmodeus groaned.

"Speak for yourself." Beelzebub retorted, a wide grin spreading across her face as she finished off another drumstick.

Asmodeus glanced up at the clock, his irritation spiking as the hands seemed to tick by slowly. He felt incredibly out of place as the only one that has never had any interaction, let alone, seen Adam. Yet each and everyone here had a stake in that hot topic, no matter how small.

The room suddenly begins to shake and music can be heard coming from outside the room getting progressively louder. The four Sins can feel the ground vibrating underneath their feet and the walls tremble as the volume increases.

"Here we go." Belphegor muttered as the source of the noise came crashing through the door. A bright green carpet rolling itself in and over the obsidian table, its red fringe dancing along the edge.

"Fuck yeeeeaaahhhhhh!"

"Oh fuck me." Asmodeus sighed, placing his head into his hands as a familiar, albeit irritating, voice rang through the air.

In strode Mammon, radiating an aura of over-the-top flamboyance that was impossible to ignore. His presence was accompanied by the thumping beat of a theme song that seemed to follow him wherever he went. Mammon’s outfit was a chaotic mix of flashy colors and ostentatious patterns that somehow made him look even more outlandish against the backdrop of Lucifer's dark, imposing castle.

“G’day, mates!” Mammon bellowed, his voice carrying a thick, playful drawl. “Didn’t mean to keep ya all waiting, but y’know, I had to make an entrance that’d blow your fucking minds!”

As he swaggered in, he tossed a golden confetti cannon into the air, and glitter rained down, adding to the chaos of his arrival. He grinned at the annoyed faces of the other Sins, his bright, flashy grin only accentuating his already unmistakable persona.

"Belly!" Mammon greeted Belphegor, opting to ignore the others as he rushed over to her. "The very doctor that I wanted to see!"

"I am going to kill you." Belphegor hissed, her eyes burning with a fury that Asmodeus and the others could feel.

"Now, now." Mammon chuckled, patting her head, an action that caused the others to wince. "Ya won't be saying that once you've heard my latest proposal that would make us billions!"

"Oh, do tell." Belphegor replied sarcastically. "I'm sure this will be so much better than your last idea."

“Alright, listen up!” Mammon exclaimed, his Australian accent thickening with excitement. “I’ve come up with a brilliant scheme that’ll not only fill our coffers but also make sure the Hellborn stay right where they belong—under our thumb.”

Asmodeus, who had been about to bury his face in his hands again, looked up with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “And what might that be, Mammon?”

"I'll tell you but remember, this is trademarked you hear! So no stealing my fucking idea!" Mammon said as he leaned forward, spreading his hands out theatrically. “Picture this: we start by using Belly’s little concoctions—the ones she’s been brewing up in her lab. We administer ‘em to the Hellborn citizens to make ‘em sick as fucking dogs. Just a touch of illness to get the ball rolling.”

Belphegor shot Mammon a withering glare. “And let me guess, you want to sell them the cure at an outrageous price?”

“Bingo!” Mammon said, snapping his fingers with a flourish. “We create a real epidemic, one that only we’ve got the cure for. It’s a perfect little racket. We get to keep ‘em reliant on us and, more importantly, we rake in the profits.”

"No." Belphegor immediately interjected. "First of all, you're a fucking idiot. And second, my drugs are for pleasure and relaxation purposes only."

"Come on, Belly." Mammon cooed. "What about them fucking cigarettes!? Some losers are saying they're bad."

"I don't give a shit." Belphegor snapped, her temper flaring. "So long as they get a high, that's all that matters."

"Sit your fucking butt down Mammon before I -" Satan threatened, his fist glowing.

Mammon waved a dismissive hand at Satan’s threat, clearly unbothered. “Alright, alright, I get it, chill the fuck out.” He turned back to the table, his grin widening. “But you’ve gotta admit, it’s a fucking brilliant plan. Think of the cash flow!”

Asmodeus could feel his headache worsening by the second. He rubbed his temples in an attempt to ward off the impending migraine. This was exactly why he preferred not to associate with his "family" at all. He had hoped that only Beelzebub was the only one to show aside from him. But of course, that would be too much to ask.

At least Leviathan isn't -

"Eve, darling!" Leviathan calls out as her footsteps could be heard rushing through the halls, getting louder.

"Fuck."

The doors slammed open, and in strolled Leviathan. She was the exact spitting image of the First Mother, save for the missing eye. Leviathan strutted in with the same grace and confidence of the woman she so desperately wanted to love.

"Oh, its just you guys." Leviathan groaned, her voice sounding dejected and disappointed.

Snapping her fingers, Beelzebub summons another bucket of chicken and starts gouging on the food, expecting the true show to begin at any moment now that they've all gathered.

-

"Alright, the Sins are here! Time for us to shine!" Lucy exclaimed excitedly.

"I'll never understand why we have to be the last ones to arrive." Lilith muttered, adjusting her hair. "And why are you using your female form!?"

"The best waits for no one. So they wait for us." Lucy said smugly. "Plus, I've taken quite a shine to this form."

"I'm not going!" Eve declared.

"Yes, you are! You're the only reason Leviathan even shows up." Lucy said, turning to the Mother of Humanity.

"You know I hate that bitch!"

"And Lilith and I dislike Asmodeus, so I don't see the problem." Lucy quipped. "Come on, lets go!"

"Fine, let's just get this over with." Eve muttered, rubbing her forehead.

-

If Mammon's entrance was loud and flashy, then the Hell Trio's arrival was nothing short of dramatic. The grand doors of the hall burst open with a resonating boom, and a blindingly bright light flooded the room, temporarily obscuring the figures entering.

Lucy strode in, her presence commanding immediate attention. Dressed in her finest regalia, he exuded an air of authority and importance that seemed to momentarily elevate the entire atmosphere.

Lilith and Eve followed closely behind, their own dramatic entrance underscoring the gravity of the meeting. Lilith, with her imposing and ethereal presence, commanded respect despite her simmering disdain for her surroundings. Eve, her face set in a mask of reluctant determination, trudged alongside her, casting dark glances at Leviathan.

As Lucy took her seat at the head of the obsidian table, her eyes swept over the assembled Sins, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "I see the full ensemble has arrived. Been awhile hasn't it?" she said with a touch of mockery, clearly pleased with the dramatic flair.

The Sins however, didn't seem as amused.

"Can we fucking start?" Belphegor muttered, her voice dripping with malice. "I've got experiments that need tending to."

Before anyone else could get a word in, Leviathan shot out from her seat and darted over towards Eve and took her hands in hers.

"Eve, darling." Leviathan greeted her fellow mother-in-arms, her voice practically oozing with syrupy sweetness. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages."

"Fuck off Leviathan." Eve spat, her tone scathing. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm married!"

"Oh my sweet darling, still holding on to that delusion I see. You were meant to be with me, not Adam." Leviathan said, leaning down and planting kisses on her arms, trailing them upward. "My sweet Eve."

The atmosphere in the grand hall was palpable with tension. Leviathan's advances were met with Eve’s icy disdain, causing a ripple of discomfort among the assembled Sins.

"Back the fuck up, bitch!" Eve exclaims, delivering a back hand slap to Leviathan's face. "I told you to stay away from me! I'm married! To Adam!"

The blow sends Leviathan flying over the table and across the room, reminding everyone that the Mother of Humanity, while not particularly powerful, wasn't as powerless as she was on Earth.

"Oh, I'm sorry my darling Eve, but you are far more beautiful when you're angry." Leviathan said, standing up and brushing herself off. "I just love how feisty you are!"

"I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't -"

"Okay, that's enough!" Lilith shouts, clapping her hands. "Return to your seat Leviathan."

Leviathan pouted and reluctantly obeyed. She gave one last longing glance toward Eve before returning to her seat.

"Oh Eve, this seat is very much open for you!" Leviathan coos, tapping her lap.

"Leviathan!" Eve growls, her hands clenching.

"Can we just fucking get on with this!?" Satan interjects, slamming his fist on the table, his temper finally boiling over. "What the fuck is so important that you had to blow up my phone with your constant calls Lucifer!?"

"It's Lucy!" Lucy chided as she gestured to herself.

"Lucy, Luciel, Cunt!" Satan roared. "I don't give a fuck about the name!"

"Rude." She adjusted her posture, leaning forward with an air of importance. "So today's topic is about Adam -"

"Again with that fucking cunt!?" Satan exclaims in anger. "You made me come all the way here talk about that asshole!?"

"Chill the fuck out Satan!" Beelzebub growled, her wings twitching. "Some of us are actually interested in what's being said."

"And some of us couldn't care less!" Leviathan retorted, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out.

"No wait!" Mammon interjected. "Lucifer, did my fucking Golden Star appear in hell!? Where is my money maker!?"

Mammon was firmly on the side of wanting Adam in hell. If he could get Adam to work for him, he could easily rake in millions of dollars. Adam's popularity would make him the perfect money printing machine. People from both Heaven and hell would be throwing themselves at his feet and paying him millions to spend just one night with the Golden Star.

He'll make sure to charge Sera double for the punch she gave him.

"Like hell I'm letting you whore out my Adam!" Eve says with her fists clenched.

"Adam is the past. I'm here for you now!" Leviathan replies.

"Leviathan, shut the fuck up." Eve retorts, her voice dripping with venom. "I want nothing to do with you!"

"Hey! If Adam is here, I should get him first!" Belphegor declares.

Since her banishment to hell, Belphegor had found many new ingredients and herbs that were only available in the hell. With them, she had been able to create many new and unique drugs that could send the user to euphoric and even otherworldly experiences. She has even improved on the original aphrodisiac formula, turning it into a highly addictive substance that was sought after by her clientele.

"So you can subject him to your experiments!?" Lilith snaps. "That's not happening!"

"Why do you give a fuck what I do to Adam!?" Belphegor snapped, her anger boiling over. "You're the one who left him!"

"And now I want him back!"

"Well I don't fucking care! He's mine!"

"Guys, calm the fuck down!" Asmodeus interjected.

As the Sins and the original humans descended into a heated argument, Asmodeus tried to intervene, but his attempts were futile. His words were drowned out by the cacophony of raised voices. He sighed, knowing that this would inevitably devolve into a petty squabble.

As usual.

"Enough! All of you!" Lucy slams her cane down on the floor, sending out a wave of angelic power that washes over everyone in the room.

But Satan wasn't intimidated by her display of power, nor was he cowed by her authoritative tone.

"Oh shut up Lucy!" Satan retorted. "Why the fuck am I here? Just to hear you drone on about that fucking cunt again? I'm so fucking sick and tired of this shit! He's not fucking coming!"

"YES HE WILL!" Eve exclaims, jumping from her seat, her voice echoing off the walls of the grand hall. "And when he does, I'll prove it! He loves me and me alone! None of you deserve him!"

"And you do?" Beelzebub spoke up.

Eve quickly turns to face Beelzebub who was giving her a mocking grin, her wings twitching with amusement. Eve narrowed her eyes in response, her fists clenched even tighter.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" Eve hissed.

"Oh please." Beelzebub said, gesturing to Lucifer and Lilith. "Adam wants nothing to do with you especially after since EVERYONE knows that you're sleeping with them."

"That's a lie and you know it!" Eve retorted.

"I know you like to keep appearances with you beating on them and denying it but we all know you're fucking them behind closed doors." Beelzebub replied.

"Beelzebub, that's enough!" Lucy warned.

"All this talk about getting Adam back is nothing but fucking bullshit!" Beelzebub continues, ignoring the threatening tone in Lucy's voice. "Leave the man be in Heaven!"

"NEVER!" The Hell Trio screamed in unison.

"I agree!" Satan announced, earning surprised looks from the others. "Adam should come to hell so I can kill him myself!"

"You tell is as it is Satan!" Leviathan encouraged.

"You're not killing Adam, not while I'm around!" Lucy approaches Satan with her horns growing from his head.

Satan’s eyes narrowed as Lucy’s horns slowly extended from her head, curling menacingly. He stood from his seat, matching her approach with his own imposing figure. The room fell silent, tension crackling in the air like static.

"Big talk for someone who's been on a losing streak for, what, millennia?" Satan sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"You forget your place, bitch!" Lucy retorts, pointing her cane at him. "I'm the King here and you're in my house!"

"I didn't forget shit." Satan said, his aura intensifying. "You may be the strongest, but that doesn't make you fucking invincible. You know as well as I do that if any two of us—hell, maybe even one on the right day—were to fight you, you'd be thinking twice."

A grin spread across Satan’s face, a mixture of arrogance and a challenge. He wasn’t wrong, and Lucy knew it. While she indeed was the strongest, there were limits. Of the Seven Sins, there were four others like him that were once angels, now turned fallen. While none alone could dethrone her, a combined assault would give her pause.

It was fortunate for her that each of the sin had their own beef with the one or the other, making it unlikely they'd ever unite long enough to challenge her. But Satan's words were a reminder—Lucy wasn’t untouchable.

"Careful, Satan." Lucy purred, her voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "You might just inspire the others to test your theory on you. But we both know how fragile alliances are down here."

The room remained on edge, everyone watching the confrontation with bated breath. Only Leviathan dared to move, constantly shifting her seat closer and closer to Eve until she was within range to reach over and grope her, only for Eve to immediately slap her hand away.

Even though the occupants of the room were usually in constant competition or at each other's throats, moments like this reminded them how thin the line between civil discourse and all-out war was.

Belphegor snorted from her seat. "Would you two just fuck already and get it over with?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Lucy and Satan snapped at her in unison, their anger momentarily redirected.

Eve, having had enough of the bickering, slammed her hand on the table. "I don't care what you all think. Adam is coming to Hell, and when he does, I'll take him back. None of you have a claim to him! HE IS MY HUSBAND!"

Coughing into her hand to gain everyone's attention, Lilith addressed the room with a cold, calculating expression. "While the topic of Adam is important, we did call you all here to address your other concerns. Like Leviathan cutting off the fresh water supply to Belphegor's ring thus her drug manufacturing efficiency has been significantly reduced."

"I had to put most of my experiments on hold because of you!" Belphegor points her finger at Leviathan.

"I have a right to cut off the water supply when the ilk from your ring started dumping in my waters!" Leviathan defended.

"Hey Belly, if you fucking needed water, I could sell you some!" Mammon cut in, his signature smirk flashing across his face. "For the right price or deal, of course."

"Like hell I’m paying you, Mammon!" Belphegor snapped. "I’ll take my chances with the chemical dumps in my ring before I give you a single coin."

Mammon shrugged, leaning back in his chair, his Australian accent thickening as he spoke. "Your loss, mate. But when your fucking junkies start dying from bad trips, don’t come crying to me."

"Speaking of drugs, I have to protest this love potion you're making Belphegor!" Asmodeus cut in, raising his hand. "I've outlawed it in my ring but people are still fucking getting their hands on it. This stuff is fucking distasteful! Lust shouldn't be about force! It should be a willing choice and not fucking drugs!"

"Is that right?" Belphegor retorted. "Because the last time I checked, I don't see you fucking protesting the aphrodisiacs and pheromone powders I've been supplying your ring!"

"That's not the point and you know it! Those aphrodisiacs enhance the natural lust between individuals. They are meant to enhance the experience, not take away someone's fucking free will! There's a difference!"

"Bet you'll sing a different tune if you actually had love in your life." Belphegor quipped. "Ain't that right, Lilith."

Lilith's eyes narrowed. While it wasn't common knowledge that Asmodeus was her son, those in the upper echelon were privy to the truth. Belphegor was clearly baiting her, hoping to start a fight, but she was not going to bite.

"Watch your tongue." Lilith growled. "Or I'll cut it off."

"I like to see you try, you dried up -"

"That's ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned towards Lucy as her angelic energy flooded the room once more. Lucy’s voice thundered through the room, cutting through the chaos. Her aura pulsed with raw power, casting an almost blinding light as she stood at the head of the table, her cane still firmly in her grip. The air crackled with tension as her eyes swept across the room, daring anyone to challenge her authority.

“Enough of this bickering!” Lucy’s voice was a sharp command, the sheer force of it silencing the room instantly. “We’re here to address serious matters, and I would like it to be done some time today!”

Satan scowled, but he held his tongue. Beelzebub crossed her arms and huffed, though she did so with visible reluctance. Leviathan rolled her eyes but stopped leaning towards Eve. Mammon’s smirk faded as he leaned back in his chair, seemingly content with the new order of things. Belphegor, who had been about to launch another retort, shut her mouth with a snap.

"Good."

-

The long and arduous meeting dragged on for hours, with each Sin demanding their voice be heard, much to the hell trio's annoyance. They all had their own problems and concerns, each of which was deemed equally important and pressing. The meeting had gone on longer than it had any right to.

However, when the topic shifted to Adam once more, any semblance of structure quickly broke.

"Fuck this! I'm leaving." Satan declared, rising from his chair and storming out of the meeting room. "Call me when its ACTUALLY important."

"Yeah, fuck this noise. You'll get your fucking water Belphegor." Leviathan announces but before exiting the room, she looks over at Eve and gives her a flirtatious smile. "Call me anytime Eve."

"I will never call you. DROP DEAD!" Eve retorts, earning a disappointed pout from the water demon.

"Well, since I have my water, no sense to sticking around. See you fuckers next time." Belphegor says, taking her leave.

Lucy watched as the room cleared out, her patience wearing thin with each departing figure. She cast a withering glare at the remaining Sins, her frustration palpable.

"So do you have my Golden Star?" Mammon asks, turning to the hell trio.

"No, but I have a foolproof plan that -" Lucy began, only for her to be cut off when Mammon raises his hand.

"Yeah, nah. No fucking offense mate but your plans are shite." Mammon says, earning an angry glare from Lucy. "Anyway, I've got fucking places to be. Here's my card."

Mammon pulls out a card from his pocket and flung it towards Lucy. The card goes sailing and cuts into Lucy's top hat, embedding itself in the rim of her hat.

"Call me if you do get my golden money maker." Mammon says, giving them a thumbs up. "I'll be waiting for him!"

Lucy pulls out the card, a vein pulsing in her temple. "The absolute nerve!"

"I have to say, this has been the most productive meeting we've had in a while." Lilith observes, a hint of smugness in her voice.

"This has become such a total buzzkill." Beelzebub groans. "You know what? I'm out too."

Beelzebub gets up from her seat and saunters out of the room, leaving Eve, Lucy, Lilith and Asmodeus behind.

...

"Well then." Asmodeus stands and smooths out the wrinkles in his suit. "If we're all done here, I'll just be -"

"Asmodeus." Lilith voice cuts in.

"Y-yes mom?" Asmodeus asked, suddenly nervous.

Lilith winced, clearly not enjoying having to be referred to as his mother. It was an awkward reminder of their familial relationship. A relationship that she rather not be associated with.

"Stay." Lilith orders, her voice firm.

Asmodeus swallows, nodding as he resumes his seat. "Yes mom."

"Stop calling me that!" Lilith hisses.

"Yes ma'am."

Lilith sighs, massaging her temples as she felt a migraine coming on. She had dealt with many headaches throughout the meeting but nothing compared to the pounding in her head at the moment.

Lucy steps in front of Asmodeus with her arms crossed. "Alright, we've given you the "The Story of hell." Give us your honest opinion."

Asmodeus knew better than to tell the truth. He wasn't going to admit that the whole thing sounded like a poorly written fairytale. He wasn't going to confess that the tale was more a glorified fantasy than reality. And he definitely wasn't going to tell them how the story sounded like a poorly told, melodramatic love story that ended in tragedy with so many plot holes.

"My opinion?" Asmodeus begins, trying his best not to offend the Hell Trio. "It's uhhh -"

"Well!? It is so much better than the bible! We have our side of the story. This is so much better, right!?" Eve asks, leaning forward.

"Well ... It is interesting." Asmodeus replied. "But..."

"But what!?"

"Aren't you ... maybe ... overexaggerating a little?"

Asmodeus shifted uneasily in his seat, feeling the pressure of the scrutinizing gazes fixed upon him. He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Well ..." Asmodeus said cautiously, "It’s just that, from what I’ve read, it sounds more like a complex tapestry of personal grievances and rivalries rather than a straightforward account of events. The narrative seems to be driven by individual agendas rather than an objective recounting of history."

Eve’s face flushed with anger. "Are you implying that our experiences aren’t valid?"

"No, that’s not what I meant." Asmodeus quickly interjected. "It's just that, with all due respect, there’s a lot of personal bias involved. History is often shaped by those who fucking tell it."

"Asmodeus." Lucy calls out in a low threatening voice. "Is this your way of saying you think we're lying?"

Asmodeus quickly shakes his head. "No, not at all. In fact, the way you present your version is quite compelling. But the bible -"

"Great!" Lucy suddenly perks up. "Than we can begin mass producing this book and distribute it to the masses!"

"Oh yes! Let's do that!" Eve claps her hands.

"Wait, what?" Asmodeus exclaimed, taken aback. "But that's not what I said. I'm just saying it doesn't -"

"You know, we could include a bit more information on the angels." Lilith suggested.

"Great idea Lilith!" Lucy replies. "Maybe I can throw in a dirty secret or two about Michael or Sera if I can remember any."

"The book could use another romance scene between Adam and I too!" Eve added.

Asmodeus sighs in defeat. "Never mind."

Lucy, Lilith and Eve immediately go into a planning session, with the Hell Trio excitedly talking over each other and throwing in their ideas. Asmodeus watches them from his seat, wondering why he even bother.

-

Collapsing into his chair after returning home, Asmodeus groaned, his entire body aching from the long and exhausting meeting. It had been a particularly brutal day, one that was thankfully coming to an end. No matter how much time seemed to have passed, he would never get used to dealing with his "family".

Fortunately, with the end of the day coming, it meant that he could look forward to his favorite activity. Taking his phone with him to the bathroom, he draws a warm bath, setting the mood with soft, relaxing music playing in the background.

Once the tub is filled with water, Asmodeus strips himself of his clothes, carefully folding and laying them aside before stepping into the bathtub. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he sank into the warm, bubbly water, relishing in the feeling of relaxation that washed over him.

He than reaches over and takes his phone and starts messaging his "farm boy".

-

Bzzzt.

"Who is that honey?" Azura ask as she laid beside Seth on the bed.

"Oh, its just my pen pal, Ozzie." Seth said, smiling at his phone.

Azura raised her eyebrow. "Ozzie?"

"Yep. Ozzie. He's a great guy." Seth said. "He's a little crude but very funny."

"Oh? Well, how did you meet him?" Azura asks.

"Well, someone in Heaven started this anonymous pen pal program. You send a message and they assign a random pen pal. Then you message each other. We've been talking for a couple months now and from what I can tell, he is a hard worker."

"Huh." Azura replies. "Sounds fun! Maybe I should try it!"

"Yeah! Maybe I can get Dad in on this too!"

Bzzzt.

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Not sure, feel like doing an Adam nightmare chapter.

Chapter 89: The Nightmare's Knife

Summary:

Adam has a bad dream

Notes:

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Nightmares were not a recurring theme for Adam, but their frequency and intensity had been growing in recent years. They range from him simply being alone in a barren landscape, to more vivid scenes where he stands at the edge of the Garden, watching as it withers and dies, the vibrant colors fading to gray as vines twist and suffocate the life around them. In these nightmares, his children and those he loves are distant figures, blurred and unreachable, their voices faint echoes in the wind. Sometimes he calls out to them, but they never answer.

On other nights, he would dream of Lucifer, Lilith or Eve. Each delivering him a nightmare specially catered to his deepest fears. As these nightmares grow more frequent, Adam’s waking hours are consumed by a sense of dread and helplessness.

Each time he awakes, he find himself surrounded by the love of his family. Their tight hold on him, their warm breaths and gentle touches, should be comforting, but instead, it only heightens his unease. He finds solace in their presence, yet the nightmares continue to gnaw at him, leaving him with an unsettling sense of impending doom.

No matter how much he reminds himself that he was never alone, the haunting memories of his dreams linger, like shadows that refuse to be dispelled by the love and light of his family. The darkness from his dreams clings to his mind, making each waking moment feel like a fragile respite between bouts of terror. In the quiet of the night, Adam often finds himself staring at the ceiling, the vivid images of his nightmares replaying in his mind's eye.

This night in particular, his nightmares seem to have taken on a new intensity.

He knows when he is in a nightmare. The familiar chill that seeps into his bones, the way the landscape shifts and contorts beneath him, and the way he can’t escape the overwhelming sense of dread, all signal that he is not in the realm of waking reality.

"Hello Bestie." The voice he dreads the most speaks up from behind him. "We meet again."

Whipping around, he comes face to face with Lucifer, standing on top of Harper's grave — a stark reminder of the pain that has haunted him for so long. Lucifer’s eyes gleam with a cruel amusement, and a smirk plays at the corners of his lips.

"Lucifer." Adam manages to choke out, his voice trembling despite his efforts to remain calm.

But his efforts were all for naught as he laid his eyes on the most distressing sight. Lucifer had Harper's corpse in his arms, dancing around to a slow, haunting melody only he could hear. The sight of Harper’s lifeless body moving grotesquely in time with Lucifer’s rhythm sends a wave of nausea through Adam, yet he can’t tear his eyes away.

"You couldn’t protect her." Lucifer mutters as he continued to dance, his smirk widening. "And you won’t protect the others. They’re all slipping away from you, Adam. One by one."

This is a dream. The Lucifer in front of him isn’t real. Adam knows that, yet the fear is palpable, clawing at his chest. The weight of his despair feels all too genuine.

"Such a shame that Harper had to die." Lucifer laments as he looked upon the corpse in his arms. "I would have very much liked to have her as my wife."

He lets go of her and her lifeless body falls limply to the ground, crumpling in a grotesque heap. The sound of her body hitting the earth sends an eerie echo through the dreamscape, like the last, hollow note of a funeral dirge. Adam feels his knees buckle, his breath caught in his throat as an overwhelming sense of helplessness washes over him.

"No!" Adam cries out, rushing toward Harper’s fallen form, but his feet are heavy, as though weighed down by invisible chains. Every step forward feels like wading through thick mud, and no matter how hard he pushes, he can't close the distance between them.

Lucifer chuckles darkly. "You always were too slow, Adam. Too slow to protect the ones you love. Too slow to act when it mattered most."

Lucifer's words stung him but Adam was stronger than this. He has dreamt of Harper's loss many times, and he had faced that sorrow before.

He has learned to move on, as painful as it may be.

However, this did not deter Lucifer in any way. He smiles as if he’s relishing the effect his words have on Adam.

"Oh relax will you." Lucifer chided. "I know you enjoy being hung up on this cold cadaver. But me personally? I very much prefer my women ALIVE."

Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, Adam ignores Harper's corpse and focus his sights on Lucifer.

"We've been through the same song and dance routine before, Lucifer." Adam says, trying to muster strength despite the overwhelming dread. "Your act is getting stale."

Lucifer chuckles darkly, his eyes twinkling with malicious delight. "You're right Adam. It's time I entertain you with something new."

"Sir!" Lute calls out.

Turning away from Lucifer, he spots Lute rapidly approaching them with an enraged look on her face. Lute’s presence in the dream was unexpected, and Adam couldn't help but feel relief at the sight of her.

Except, there was no semblance of affection directed towards him as she neared him. Instead, the last thing he expected to happen, happened.

She punched him.

Adam staggers back from the force of Lute’s punch, the pain sharp and jarring, as though it’s a bridge between the nightmare and reality. He touches his cheek where Lute’s fist collided, his gaze shifting from Lucifer’s cruel smile to Lute’s stern, unyielding face.

"Get away from him!" Lute shouts as she stood in front of Lucifer protectively.

Seeing Lute stand between him and Lucifer, Adam is thrown into a storm of confusion and fear. The dreamscape around them shivers, distorting into new, unsettling shapes as if the fabric of his nightmare is reacting to the sudden shift in dynamics.

"Lute, why?" Adam’s voice trembles, laden with a mix of hurt and disbelief. "Why are you—?"

"Don't waste your breath!" Lute snaps, her eyes fierce and unwavering. "I won't let you hurt him!"

"Lute! It's me! Adam!" Adam pleads, reaching his hand towards her but slaps it away.

Lute remains unmoved by the gesture, her eyes blazing with an intensity that seems both foreign and familiar.

"What -"

"Dad!"

Looking up, Adam spots Aclima and Vaggie descending from the sky over to Lucifer. The nightmare takes an even darker turn as Aclima and Vaggie land beside Lucifer. Their arms wrapping around Lucifer's in a show of allegiance that twists Adam's heart.

"Are you alright Dad!?" Aclima shouts as she checks over Lucifer.

"Who is trying to hurt you Dad!?" Vaggie points at Adam as she climbs on to Lucifer's back.

The sight of his beloved daughters standing in the defense of Lucifer twists Adam's heart into a knot of confusion and dread. His sense of reality blurs further as his family—his children—seem to be aligned with the very figure of his torment. The nightmare’s grip tightens around him, a cruel mockery of everything he holds dear.

"Stay away from our Dad you bastard!" Aclima shouts at him.

"No! This isn't right!" Adam protests, his voice cracking with desperation. Hearing his daughters scorn him with such fervor was like being struck by a bolt of lightning. Adam felt the sting of betrayal, the weight of his children’s disdain pressing heavily on his chest. "Aclima! Lute! Vaggie! Why are you—?"

"Lucifer!" A familiar cheery voice calls out before the source of the voice manifested out of Adam's peripheral vision.

"No! Not -"

"Lucifer!" Emily cheerfully calls out as she rushes forward and hugs Lucifer with unrestrained enthusiasm. Her presence in this nightmare adds another layer of surreal torment for Adam. Emily, with her innocent demeanor and undisturbed joy, seems utterly out of place in the nightmarish landscape.

Lucifer receives Emily's embrace with an air of bemused satisfaction, as if he has been validated by her presence. He places a hand gently on her head, his smile widening with a mix of amusement and malice.

"Ah, Emily." Lucifer purrs, his voice dripping with mock warmth. "Always such a delight. Thank you for joining the party."

Adam, meanwhile, stands frozen, struggling to make sense of the scene. His heart races as he watches his loved ones act against him, his fears manifested in the people he once cherished.

His confusion soon turns to anger as Lucifer gave each of the four women he was currently embracing a kiss on their lips, each one dripping with venomous satisfaction. The sight makes Adam's blood boil, amplifying his sense of betrayal.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Adam screams, desperation and fury mixing in his voice.

But the dreamscape doesn’t relent. Instead, it shifts, becoming darker and more oppressive. The ground beneath him turns to blackened ash, the sky overhead a storm of churning, malevolent clouds.

"Still haven't realized it eh bestie?" Lucifer mockingly spoke. "This is all too real! You're just too blind to see!"

Tears stung his eyes as Adam stared at the unfolding nightmare. The pain and betrayal he felt from the twisted display of his loved ones, now seemingly aligned with Lucifer, threatened to overwhelm him. His mind raced, struggling to differentiate between the nightmarish illusion and his actual reality.

THEY DON'T LOVE YOU!

Adam's heart pounded violently as Lucifer's voice echoed within his mind, the words piercing through the haze of his nightmare. The cruel statement reverberated through him, feeding his anguish.

ALL OF THEM BELONG TO ME!

Adam’s desperation reaches a fever pitch. He tries to shake off the overwhelming dread, but Lucifer’s words and the horrifying sight before him seem to close in on him from all sides.

"Shut up!" Adam shouts.

"Deny it all you want bestie, it won't change the truth." Lucifer's voice is a chilling whisper now, carried by the winds that swirl around Adam, twisting the nightmare into even more grotesque shapes.

"You fucking bastard!" Adam launches himself from where he is standing, fully intent on attacking Lucifer with everything he has.

But someone stops him.

The hand on Adam’s cassock yanks him back with a sudden, jarring force. He is lifted off his feet, the familiar sensation of weightlessness taking over as he’s swung through the air. The world around him blurs, and a loud, deafening roar fills his ears. The next moment, he is slammed down onto the blackened ash, the impact jolting through him and momentarily knocking the breath from his lungs.

Adam gasps for air, disoriented and pained. He blinks rapidly, trying to clear the stars from his vision, only to find himself staring up at a towering figure.

Adam's heart freezes as he looks up at the towering figure above him. The figure’s presence is both imposing and oddly comforting, casting a long shadow over him. As his vision clears, he sees her

"Mom?" Adam chokes out.

They say that every boy's first love is their mother, and for Adam, this statement rings truer than anyone can ever know. He had always loved his mother, even when she was absent most of his mortal life, he had never stopped loving her. That love only continued to grow when he arrived in Heaven. She had always been there for him, comforting him, encouraging him and giving him strength.

And now here she was.

Siding with Lucifer.

"Don't call me that." Sera's stern tone cuts through the haze of Adam’s confusion, her eyes glowing with an unsettling mixture of anger and sorrow. Her presence in the nightmare feels both surreal and grounding. She stands before him, her imposing figure towering over the distorted landscape of his fear.

Adam’s breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to sit up, but the weight of the dreamscape feels almost physical, pressing down on him. "What’s happening here? Why are they—why are they with Lucifer?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sera says disappointedly. "You're broken."

Words that he has never heard from his mother resonate with painful clarity in the nightmarish landscape. Sera’s voice is uncharacteristically harsh, and the words strike Adam like a physical blow. His chest tightens, the weight of her condemnation adding to the crushing despair of the dream.

"No!" Adam protests, struggling to rise against the oppressive force of the nightmare. "I’ve done everything I can! I’ve—"

Sera's expression doesn’t soften. "Your best isn’t good enough. Look around you, Adam. Your family, your wives, your children—we've all turned against you. You failed them. You failed me."

"No, please, I-"

"You. Are. Useless!"

The nightmare shifts violently, the landscape warping and twisting as if to mirror Sera's words. The world around him began to wither and decay into a twisted mockery of its former self. The colors fade into a sickly pallor, and the trees that once stood tall and proud are now gnarled and blackened.

His heart aches as he sees the faces of his children and loved ones, distorted by the nightmare’s cruel influence, their expressions twisted into ones of anger and betrayal. The sight tears at him, each visage a painful reminder of the bonds he feels he’s failed to uphold.

"You can correct all your mistakes bestie." Lucifer says as he suddenly appears in front of him.

...

"How?"

A blade suddenly manifest in his hand, its shiny steel glinting menacingly under the swirling storm of the nightmare.

"Kill yourself. Stop being a burden."

Adam's hands tremble as he grips the hilt of the blade. The steel is cool and unyielding against his palms, its sharp edge glinting in the dim light. His reflection stares back at him from the polished surface, its face gaunt and tired, its eyes hollow and empty.

He knows he shouldn't.

He knows this is nothing more than a nightmare.

But Adam just wants it all to end.

To escape the suffocating darkness that envelops him.

To put an end to the nightmares and fears that torment him.

He brings the blade up to his chest, the pointed end aimed at his neck. His hands tremble, his mind filled with doubt and fear.

"I'm sorry." Adam whispers, his voice cracking with emotion.

He brings the blade forward, plunging it into his neck.

-

Adam gasps as his eyes fly open. His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His vision is blurry, and his head throbs painfully. He looks around frantically, the nightmare still lingering in the back of his mind.

To his relief, he was being held tightly by the very women that sided with Lucifer in his dream. Their comforting presence reminding him that it was nothing more than a nightmare. He could feel the warmth of their skin against his, the weight of their bodies pressed against him, and the sound of their breathing filling the room.

THEY DON'T LOVE YOU!

But Lucifer's words echoed within him.

Adam shook his head and tried to convince himself that the nightmare wasn't real. He knew that his loved ones loved him. They would never side with Lucifer. He was sure of it.

Yet the lingering doubts continued to gnaw at his heart.

He needed some air.

Carefully untangling himself from the others, Adam slowly gets out of bed. He stands, unsteady and uncertain, the lingering fear from his nightmare making his limbs feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, the action helping to steady his nerves.

Adam walked outside, the cool night air barely soothing the heat of his inner turmoil. He wiped the tears from his eyes, but they kept coming, unbidden, spilling silently down his cheeks. The stars above, usually a source of comfort, offered no solace tonight. Instead, they seemed distant, indifferent, like they were watching him struggle from far beyond his reach.

His feet shuffled aimlessly across the yard as his thoughts churned. Lucifer’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind.

THEY DON'T LOVE YOU!

No matter how much Adam tried to push them away, they clung to him, burrowing deeper with every passing second.

“It’s just a nightmare.” he muttered to himself, trying to find a foothold in reality. “It wasn’t real. They love me. I know they do.” But the words felt hollow, a fragile barrier against the doubt growing inside him.

Adam’s gaze drifted to the dagger, its silver blade catching the moonlight as it lay in Aclima’s pouch which he had taken before he left the room. His heartbeat quickened. He didn't intend to pick it up—at least not at first—but his hands, as if moving of their own accord, reached out. The look and weight of the cold steel was nearly identical to the one he held in his dream.

He stared at his reflection in the polished blade. His face was a mask of exhaustion, dark circles under his eyes, lips drawn tight. A man who had failed. A man who was losing everything.

"They belong to me." Lucifer’s words whispered in his mind again, laced with venom, cutting through his resolve like a blade. Adam squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will away the lingering echoes of the nightmare. But the doubt kept growing.

Would they turn on him, just as they had in his dream? They looked at him with disgust, their eyes filled with hatred.

Was it a dream?

Or was it a premonition?

He shook his head furiously, trying to dispel the thought. “No.” he whispered. “They wouldn’t … they wouldn’t …”

But he couldn’t stop the images from flashing through his mind—Aclima standing by Lucifer’s side, Vaggie and Lute protecting the fallen angel.

And Sera … his mother, the woman who had always been his strength, turning her back on him with eyes full of disappointment. “You’re broken.” she had said. “You failed them. You failed me.”

Adam sank to his knees, the weight of the dagger now unbearable. His chest felt tight, breath shallow and ragged. He felt trapped, suffocating under the oppressive weight of his fears. He pressed the blade against the ground, gripping it tightly as if trying to anchor himself to something real, something solid, but even that felt like it was slipping away.

The temptation to believe Lucifer’s words was there, creeping in slowly, whispering that it would be easier if he just let go. “Kill yourself … Stop being a burden.” Adam’s hands shook violently. His reflection in the dagger’s blade seemed to sneer at him, taunting him with his own weakness.

Tears blurred his vision as he lifted the blade slightly, the point now inches from his chest. “I … I can’t …” His voice cracked, his grip faltering. But the pain, the exhaustion, the nightmares that were growing in frequency—they all screamed for release. For an end to this torment.

He thought of his family, their faces flashing before him—smiling, laughing, alive. But now, all he could see were their twisted expressions from the dream, their betrayal stinging him deeper than any wound.

“What if …” His voice was barely a whisper now, trembling with doubt.

“What if they really don’t love me?”

The weight of the dagger grew heavier as he brought it closer to himself, the point digging into his chest, not enough to break skin, but enough to feel its cold presence. His heart raced, breaths coming in shallow gasps. He clenched his eyes shut, struggling to hold on to the love he knew they had for him, yet the nightmare’s grip was suffocating, the line between reality and illusion blurring.

“I'm so tired.” he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

KILL YOURSELF!

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Will Eve finally get her wish?

Chapter 90: Heavenly Comfort

Summary:

Adam seeks reassurance

Notes:

This chapter is quite lengthy and mostly tame so I hope you don't find it boring.

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Camping outside on the many roofs of Heaven's buildings has given Jophiel a newfound appreciation for the stars. She marveled at how they shimmered like ancient jewels, scattered across the vast canvas of the sky.

Each night, she would lie on her back, wings folded beneath her, and gaze upward as if searching for something deeper hidden in their light. But of course, none of the many stars above could compare to Adam.

Jophiel sighed softly, her thoughts drifting to him as they often did during these quiet moments. Adam was unlike anyone she had ever known—an enigma among men and angels alike. Loving him was both a blessing and a burden, a beautiful paradox that consumed her every thought.

But why a burden you ask?

BECAUSE OF ALL THE WOMEN AROUND HIM!

She was practically on the same level as them in her relationship with Adam but yet, they refuse to let her stay and share their bed with her!

The bed that Adam sleeps in every night.

Jophiel clenched her fists at the thought. It wasn't fair! Each of them had their place in Adam’s life, and each of them held sway over him in ways that made Jophiel’s wings itch with frustration.

They even let Malenia in from time to time! So why was she always the one left out? Why was she the one left to continue watching from a distance, to wait patiently while they got to bask in Adam's presence, touch his skin, cuddle, hear his voice in those quiet, intimate moments?

Jophiel stood abruptly, her wings unfurling in a silent display of agitation. The cool night air brushed against her feathers, but it did little to soothe the frustration burning inside. She knew Adam cared for her—he had said as much in those fleeting moments they had shared. But caring wasn’t enough.

She wanted more.

SHE DESERVED MORE!

Turning her sights back to the Head Seraphim's mansion, she was perplexed to find the many women still soundly sleeping in the shared bed but Adam was missing.

She could have sworn she just saw him laying there a few minutes ago.

Jophiel scanned the mansion's rooms, her eyes darting from one window to the next, searching for any sign of Adam. Her heart pounded with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

Until her eyes caught sight of the familiar golden shine of his wings.

While the shine may not be so obvious without the sunlight to illuminate it, the moonlight cast a soft glow on his feathers, making them stand out against the shadows.

Jophiel’s heart quickened as she observed Adam’s pacing. There was tension in his movement and when he began to mumble to himself, Jophiel's curiosity turned to concern.

That concern soon turned to panic when she saw him pull out a dagger and grip it tightly in his hand, his knuckles white with strain. Jophiel’s heart raced. The sight of Adam holding a weapon was alarming enough, but the way he was clutching it, almost as if it were a lifeline, sent waves of fear through her.

Without a moment to spare, Jophiel unfurled her wings and dove off the roof.

-

NO!

Adam tossed the dagger away with enough force that it embedded itself deep in the ground. His breaths came in ragged gasps and he sank down onto a nearby chair, burying his face in his hands. The weight of his thoughts seemed to press down on him, and his shoulders shook with silent tension.

He refuses to give Lucifer that satisfaction. He had already taken his wives but Adam couldn't let Lucifer take more away from him, not even his peace of mind. He had always been a rock, a source of stability for those around him, but tonight he felt anything but steady.

Jophiel, still hovering unseen, landed softly behind him, her wings folded tightly against her back. She wanted to approach him, to comfort him, but she hesitated, unsure of how to make her presence known without startling him.

She contemplated calling out his name or softly speaking words of comfort, but something in the way Adam trembled made her reconsider.

Instead, Jophiel took a deep breath and gently wrapped her arms around Adam from behind, pulling him into a warm embrace. She pressed her cheek against the back of his head, her wings creating a soft cocoon around them both. The contact was meant to be soothing, a silent affirmation that she was there for him, even if she didn't fully understand his pain.

"Who?" Adam quietly whispers, surprised by the sudden contact.

Adam's body tensed at first, his muscles rigid under her touch. But as Jophiel’s warmth enveloped him, a shuddering sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t pull away; instead, he leaned back into the embrace, finding solace in the simple, reassuring presence behind him.

Jophiel remained silent, her grip gentle yet firm, offering a steady anchor in the storm of his emotions. She could feel the tears that began to dampen her shoulder and she gently stroked his hair, her fingers moving with a soothing rhythm.

"J-Jophiel?" Adam's voice was thick with emotion, his voice cracking as he spoke her name.

Jophiel's heart ached at the sound of his voice, the vulnerability in it tugging at her own feelings of helplessness. She tightened her embrace slightly, as if to hold onto him with all the strength she could muster.

"Yes, it’s me," she murmured softly. "I’m here, Adam."

His breath hitched, and he turned slightly in her embrace, enough to meet her eyes through the dim light. The depth of his exhaustion and sorrow was evident, and Jophiel wished she could take away the burdens he carried.

Adam’s eyes, red-rimmed and weary, searched Jophiel’s face as if trying to understand the full scope of her presence. His fingers lightly brushed against her arms, still seeking reassurance despite the comfort she had already given him.

“I'm sorry you had to see this.” he began, his voice faltering. “I shouldn’t have let it get this far.” Adam finished, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes fell to the floor as though weighed down by the guilt that burdened him.

Jophiel’s heart ached as she listened. She gently cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away the traces of tears that had begun to fall.

“You don’t have to apologize for feeling.” she whispered as she repositioned herself in front of him. "Tell me Adam, what's wrong?"

Adam tries to look away but Jophiel's hands gently guided his face back toward hers. “Don’t hide from me,” she urged softly. "Please."

Adam’s gaze wavered, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his emotions in check. For a long moment, he said nothing, his chest rising and falling in the quiet night air. Then, with a deep breath, he finally spoke.

"Lucifer." Adam said, his voice heavy with the weight of a name that had haunted him for so long.

"Another nightmare?" Jophiel asked. "Is it about ... them?"

She had heard about it from Sera, how they gnawed at him when it happens. Jophiel had been pained to hear it, however, this seemed to be on the more extreme end, especially if suicide was ever an option for Adam. That thought sent a chill through Jophiel, her arms tightening protectively around him.

"No." Adam quietly replies. "It was worse."

"Tell me Adam." Jophiel pleads with him.

Adam’s eyes flickered with hesitation, his lips parting slightly as if to speak, but then closing again as the weight of his thoughts pulled him deeper into silence. Jophiel waited patiently, her fingers still gently resting on his face, urging him to open up.

"He ... he took them." Adam muttered, his voice breaking as the full extent of his anguish poured out. His hands gripped the sides of the chair, knuckles whitening as he spoke. "Lucifer took them all away."

Adam’s face twisted in sorrow, his hands clenching into fists as he struggled to control his breathing. "They left with him and scorned me. My own mother and daughters chose him over me."

Jophiel's heart sank as Adam's words hung heavy in the air between them. She could see the deep pain etched into his features, a pain that she couldn't fully comprehend but desperately wanted to ease.

"Why am I not enough?" Adam's voice was barely audible, a whisper of self-doubt and hurt. "Why do they leave me for him, Jophiel? What did I do wrong?"

Jophiel took a deep breath, her mind racing to find the right words. She gently cupped Adam’s face in her hands, looking into his eyes with unwavering compassion.

"Adam, that dream was nothing but a lie." she began softly, "You're the best man I've ever known. The love you give is more than enough and I promise you, as the Angel of Love, you are enough."

Adam’s eyes were filled with a mix of skepticism and hope as he looked at Jophiel. The way she spoke, so earnestly, was a balm to his wounded spirit. Her words were like a gentle caress, soothing the raw edges of his torment. Yet, a part of him struggled to fully believe it.

“I want to believe that.” he said quietly, his voice wavering. “But it’s hard when the nightmares feel so real. If you had met Lucifer ... maybe you too wouldn't have given me a second thought.”

To Adam's surprise, Jophiel only laughs upon hearing that before she leans forwards and plants a kiss on his cheek.

"You forget Adam." Jophiel says with a gentle smile. "I knew Lucifer before he fell, in fact, I knew him quite well. The ambitious idiot with a burning desire for more, always reaching for the stars that were beyond his grasp. He was driven, yes, but also reckless and consumed by his own pride. It was never about what he could give, but what he could take."

Hearing how Jophiel described him brought a small smile to Adam's face. He mentally slaps himself for forgetting that a lot of the angels in Heaven did know Lucifer before it all.

"I sometimes forget that there was a time when things were different." Adam admitted, his voice a little steadier.

"Exactly. I don't know why your former wives would ever leave you for him but I promise you, I will NEVER trade you for that fool." Jophiel assured him. "And I doubt anyone of us here would make that trade either."

Though frankly, she wishes the others would love him a little less. Their love rivals her own and the jealousy stung, but Jophiel pushed that aside for now. Tonight, she was here for Adam, and that was what mattered.

She was here, helping him through what could possibly be his worst nightmare.

WHILE THE OTHERS WEREN'T!

YES!

ADAM WILL LOVE HER MORE!

Leaning forward, she gently presses her lips to his lips, a tender kiss that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a promise, a declaration of her unwavering support and affection. Adam’s eyes fluttered closed, and for a moment, he felt a little reprieve.

In truth, Jophiel wanted to do more but the sight of Adam's exhausted state drew her to hold back, focusing on providing comfort rather than pushing her own desires. As the kiss ended, she rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed, silently conveying the depth of her feelings.

“Just remember, Adam.” Jophiel whispered softly. “If you ever see him in your dreams again, just think about me. I'll kick Lucifer's ass for you if I have to.”

Adam's lips curved into a weary, grateful smile.

“I’ll remember.” He murmured, his voice soft and full of a fragile hope. "Thank you. I love you Jophiel."

Slowly pulling away, Adam stands and looks at Jophiel with renewed gratitude. The light of the moon softly illuminates his features, highlighting the relief and appreciation in his eyes.

Jophiel returns his smile, though her heart still aches with the intensity of her emotions. She stands beside him, her hand gently resting on his shoulder as if to offer him a grounding touch.

He bids her goodbye and heads back into the mansion. Jophiel stood watching him with a mixture of relief and lingering sadness. Her heart ached with the weight of her own unspoken desires and frustrations, but she was content knowing that she had been there for Adam when he needed her the most.

As Adam disappeared back into the mansion, Jophiel lingered in the quiet night, taking in the calm that followed their intimate moment before unfurling her wings and returning to her camping spot.

-

Before returning to bed, Adam headed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of warm water to drink. Once he grabbed it, he sat down at the dining table and slowly nursed the drink, letting the warmth soothe his frayed nerves.

"Dad?"

Looking up from his glass, he spots Vaggie entering, her eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with concern. The sight of his daughter brought a flicker of comfort to Adam but was quickly washed away when the memory of her holding herself close to Lucifer resurfaced.

Adam's eyes softened as he saw Vaggie. He took a deep breath and forced a small smile, trying to mask the turmoil that still churned inside him.

"Hey, Vagasaurus. Did I wake you?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the underlying fatigue.

"In a way." Vaggie says with a yawn. "Without you in bed, the cold was too noticeable."

Without another word, she makes her way over to him and climbs onto his lap before nuzzling herself into his chest. Adam’s heart ached with a mix of love and sorrow as he felt her small, warm body against him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as if she were the anchor he needed to steady himself.

“Sorry about that,” Adam murmured, his voice soft as he rested his chin on top of her head. “I just needed some air.”

Vaggie looked up at him with sleep-filled eyes. "Another nightmare Dad?"

"Yeah, something like that." Adam sighed, his fingers gently brushing through Vaggie's hair. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, unsure how much he should reveal. The last thing he wanted was to burden her with his own demons.

"Vaggie." Adam began. "Do you ... ever wish to ... find your parents?"

Vaggie looked up at Adam with a curious, slightly drowsy expression. "Why? You're my Dad."

"No, I mean, your actual Dad and Mom." Adam clarified.

"You mean the bastards that tried to sell me?" Vaggie asked, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Adam nodded, mentally slapping himself for realizing too late that he was bringing up a not so fond memory. “Yeah, I guess I do mean them. Do you -”

Before he could continue, Vaggie suddenly shot up and cupped his face before staring intently into his eyes.

If looks could kill, Vaggie’s gaze would have pierced through steel. “Dad.” she said, her voice steady and firm despite her sleepiness. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

IS HE TRYING TO GIVE HER UP!?

LIKE HELL SHE'LL LET HIM!

"What! No! I would never!" Adam’s eyes widened at the intensity in Vaggie’s gaze. The thought of losing her or somehow driving her away from him like in his nightmare was something he couldn't bear. His heart clenched at her words.

"Good!" Vaggie replied, leaning closer. "I won't let you leave me Dad. You're MY Dad!"

THOSE FUCKERS KNOWN AS HER PARENTS CAN ROT IN HELL IF SHE OR HER SISTERS HADN'T KILLED THEM ALREADY!

ONLY DADDY!

Adam's heart swelled with both relief and gratitude. He pulled Vaggie closer, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

"I would never leave you, Vaggie." Adam assured her softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise."

Adam's heart swells with love for his daughter, and he gently kisses her forehead. For a moment, the shadows of his fears are pushed aside by the warmth of their bond.

"Let's get some rest." Adam says with a yawn. "I think we both could use a little more sleep."

Holding her in a princess carry, Adam carried Vaggie back to their room, careful to keep her warm and secure against his chest.

-

Walking through the streets of Heaven with Lute beside him, Adam was still trying to shake off the lingering anxiety from the previous night. Lucifer's words did more damage to Adam than he’d realized, and his heart still ached from the fear and doubt that had plagued him.

As they walked, Lute did as she normally does and carefully observes the surroundings. While this is Heaven, she refuses to be complacent when it concerns their safety.

Normally, Adam would pay no mind but after what happened last night, he saw Lute's careful observation as a sign of her potential discontent. Adam’s thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Jophiel, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that Lute might be hiding something—perhaps even harboring a desire to leave him. This thought gnawed at him as they walked together.

After all, she wasn't like Aclima, who had already taken in the sights of the world, or like Vaggie, who had pursued various activities in search of her passion before becoming an Exorcist. Lute had been bound to him since her creation and had only known life as an Exorcist.

"Lute." Adam began softly, hesitating. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel as though he didn’t trust her, but the thoughts in his head had been eating away at him all morning. "Is there something you want to do ... aside from sparring?"

She didn't stop walking but briefly shifted her eyes toward him. "I'm up for whatever you want Sir."

He took a breath, deciding to press just a little more. "I know you're always willing to follow me, but ... is there something you want?"

Lute gave him a puzzled look before pondering the question he posed. The only thing she ever wants is to be by Adam's side. She doesn't care about grand adventures like Aclima or finding new purposes like Vaggie. Her loyalty is her purpose, her devotion to him unwavering.

"No Sir." Lute replies. "Are you planning on an adventure? If so, we need to get Lady Sera's permission."

Adam chuckled softly, though it was more to mask his unease than from genuine amusement. Lute's response was exactly what he'd expected, yet it didn’t ease the knot of worry tightening in his chest.

Was she choosing to suffer in silence? Was she simply content with her role, or was there something deeper she was not sharing? Adam couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps Lute had convinced herself that her happiness didn't matter, that her existence was tied solely to his well-being.

He wanted to know if she ever longed for something more than being his protector, but he feared the answer—what if she did? Would he be able to give it to her?

...

It doesn't matter. Who is he to dictate what she should be doing? If she truly wants to be something else or if she wants more than what he can offer, it was not his place to deny her those desires. He couldn't continue to project his doubts onto her, nor could he allow his fears to jeopardize their bond.

If her happiness is to be found elsewhere, then he needed to support her in that journey, even if it meant he had to face the painful truth of her potential departure.

"No Lute, no adventure." Adam’s voice wavered slightly as he spoke. "Remember that time I taught you pottery?"

“Yes, Sir. I remember. You were quite patient with me, though I never quite mastered it.” Lute replied with a soft smile.

"Well, have you ever thought of becoming a potter, or something similar?" Adam suggested.

"Only if you are Sir."

He stopped walking, causing Lute to do the same. He looked at her, trying to find the right words.

"Lute ... have you ever thought what you would be if you weren't an Exorcist or my guardian?" Adam ask.

"I wouldn't exist." Lute replies without missing a beat. "I was created to watch and protect you Sir."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his thoughts press against him. "I know and I greatly appreciate that Lute." Adam said quietly. "I don't want you to think I’m unhappy with you. I’m just ... worried."

"Worried, Sir?" Lute’s head tilted slightly, her expression showing mild confusion. "About what?"

Adam hesitated, unsure how to put into words the storm of emotions inside him. "I don’t want you to feel trapped, like you have no other choice in life. I don’t want you to think that your whole existence revolves around me and nothing else."

Lute’s gaze softened, her eyes searching his face. "But Sir, it is not a burden. I was created for this purpose, and I am content with it." She stepped closer, her hand lightly brushing his arm as if to reassure him. "I don’t long for anything else. Protecting you gives my life meaning."

"Content isn't the same as happy, Lute," Adam replied softly. "And I don’t want you to think that you only exist because of me. You’re more than that."

Lute frowned, as though she didn’t understand why Adam was so concerned. "I am happy, Sir, as long as I'm by your side and you are safe. I don't need anything else."

Adam let out a long breath. "What if ... one day, I just left?" he asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them. The very idea was one he hated thinking about, but it was a reality he could not ignore.

LEAVE!?

LEAVE HER!?

To Lute, that scenario was unthinkable, and her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened in shock, and her hand gripped his arm with an intensity that startled him.

"No, Sir. You cannot leave!" she said firmly, her voice steady. "I've literally followed you to hell and back. I WILL find you, no matter where you went. I WILL always follow you!"

YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE!

"Are you trying to fire me Sir!?" Lute ask with aggression. "Am I not good enough!?"

WHO THE FUCK IS TRYING TO USURP HER!?

"I'm not trying to fire you." Adam stammered, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "That's not what I meant at all."

"Then why would you say such a thing, Sir?" Lute’s voice quivered slightly, though her eyes burned with resolve. "I exist because of you. My purpose is tied to you, and I would rather die than live without you."

"I don’t want to leave you, Lute," Adam said softly, placing his hand over hers, hoping to calm the storm within her. "I just want you to know that your happiness matters to me. I don’t want you to feel like you’re only here because of duty."

"Yes, its a duty but I love my duty!" Lute's gaze softened, but her resolve did not waver. "I am happy, Sir, because I am doing what I was created for. I have no desire for anything else. If you’re safe, if you’re protected—that is my happiness."

Adam sighed, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He didn’t want to push her, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this level of devotion, while noble, could also be a burden she wasn’t acknowledging.

"I just ... I want you to know that you're free." he said quietly. "Free to choose your own path, not one that’s been given to you. If you want to leave one day and be -"

"I have chosen, Sir." Lute’s eyes softened again as she released her grip slightly, though she didn’t let go completely. "I choose you. Every day. And I will always choose you. You make life worth living."

THERE IS NO ONE ELSE!

"I love you Sir."

Her words struck a chord deep within Adam, filling him with a strange mixture of warmth and sadness. He realized that no matter what he said, Lute's mind was made up. She had chosen him—her life, her purpose, her happiness—all bound to him in ways that went beyond his understanding.

"I guess I’ll just have to live with that, won’t I?" Adam said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Lute’s lips quirked into a small smile of her own. "Yes, Sir."

"I love you too Lute." Adam replies, giving her a quick kiss on her lips.

They resumed walking in silence, the tension from their conversation hanging in the air. Adam could sense that Lute had returned to her normal state—calm, composed, vigilant. But he couldn't let go of the thoughts swirling in his mind. Was it fair to let her continue like this? To live with such singular focus, when there was so much more to experience?

Well, if she was going to be with him all the way, then he'll make sure to have her experience as many adventures as possible.

-

Something was wrong with her father.

All had pretty much been the same, he and Lute arrived at the training grounds and she eagerly pressed him for a sparring match to which he accepted. However, as they sparred, Aclima couldn't help but find he wasn't giving his all.

Aclima spun her spear in a tight arc, moving with grace and precision as she advanced toward Adam. But there was something off. She could feel it in the way he deflected her attacks—calm, deliberate, but without his usual force. He was holding back.

“Dad.” Aclima called out mid-swing, her voice firm as the tip of her spear grazed his side. “Are you not going to fight me properly today?”

In theory, if she pushed hard enough and went all out, she could quite possibly get a win over her father in his current state but such a win would leave a bitter taste in her mouth. If she wins, it will be when he is at his peak and no less!

Adam stepped back, spinning his spear in a defensive maneuver to parry her next thrust. His movements were still fluid, but his mind wasn’t fully present. He offered her a small smile, trying to brush off her concern. "I’m just trying a different approach. There’s no need to go all out every time."

Aclima’s eyes narrowed as she took a step back, her spear held loosely at her side. “You’re lying.” she said plainly. “What’s really going on?”

Adam sighed, lowering his spear slightly. He knew Aclima could see right through him—she always had. There was no point in pretending. "It’s nothing you need to worry about."

Aclima tilted her head, unimpressed by his response. "It’s not like you to hold back, especially not with me. What’s bothering you?" She paused for a moment, her sharp gaze searching his face. "Is it Lucifer again?"

Adam winced at the mention of his name, a knot tightening in his chest. Aclima knew him best and could always sense when something was wrong. He wasn’t surprised she’d picked up on it so quickly. He lowered his spear, his shoulders slumping slightly as he considered how to explain.

"Aclima, do you ever have thoughts of going back to Earth?" Adam ask hesitantly.

Aclima's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected question. She stopped her movements entirely, her grip on the spear loosening as she looked at Adam with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Back to Earth?" she repeated, her tone reflecting both surprise and confusion. "Sometimes. Why?"

"We've had a lot of fun times on Earth." Adam stated.

"Yes, we did." Aclima agrees.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking and I realized that I pretty much thrust you into the position of General of the Exorcists without asking if you want to." Adam says as he recalled that moment. "And there is no rule barring you from leaving Heaven and -"

"Stop!" Aclima interrupted him, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. “Stop right there, Dad. Are you seriously asking me now after I've been doing this for centuries?"

"Do you think I would just drop everything and leave?" Aclima asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"That's not what I meant." Adam sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m worried that everyone might be missing out on something more fulfilling. I don’t want anyone to feel trapped, especially you. I don't want you to feel obligated to be here with me when you can be out exploring or -"

Aclima’s eyes softened, though she still looked concerned. "Dad, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not trapped. I’m here because it’s where I want to be. If I had wanted to leave or do something else, I would have. But this is my choice. I’m not unhappy with it."

Adam looked at her, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering concern. "I guess I’ve just been worrying too much. It’s hard for me to see you and your sisters so dedicated without knowing if you’re truly content."

Aclima quickly closes the distance between them and pulls him into a hug. "Dad, you're the reason I even want to explore in the first place. I like adventuring, but I love it when I do it with you."

Adam hugged Aclima back, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the sincerity in her words. He could feel a weight lifting off his shoulders as he realized just how deeply his family cared for him, even if their paths seemed constrained by duty and responsibility.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Adam said softly, his voice muffled by Aclima’s shoulder. “I just want to make sure you’re happy and not feeling like you’re stuck in a role that wasn’t your choice.”

Aclima pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of affection and understanding. “I am happy, Dad. This is my choice, and it always has been. And if there’s something I want to explore or do differently, I’ll let you know.”

NOT LIKE SHE'LL EVER CHOOSE DIFFERENTLY!

SHE GETS HER FATHER AND WHAT OTHER JOB WOULD LET HER TAUNT HER MOTHER ANUALLY!?

SUCK IT MOM!

"Come on Dad." Aclima says as she grips her spear once more. "Let’s finish our sparring. I want to see if I can at least make you break a sweat.”

Adam chuckled, the familiar spark of their playful rivalry returning. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got. But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Aclima’s eyes gleamed with determination as she tightened her grip on her spear, ready to resume their sparring match. She lunged forward with renewed energy, her movements precise and powerful. Adam, though still not fully engaged, met her strikes with a mix of skill and careful defense.

As they continued, Adam felt a growing sense of clarity and relief. The conversation with Aclima had eased some of his worries. And as for Aclima, she was right where she wanted to be—by his side, sharing in the adventures of both Heaven and the heart.

-

With his spar with Aclima concluded, Adam went to visit Michael in his office before heading back home to prepare dinner. Opening his door, he stumbles upon Michael throwing daggers at a Lucifer mannequin.

Adam raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight of Michael's rather unorthodox method of stress relief. The room was filled with the faint clang of metal on metal as the daggers struck their target with precision. Michael's face, usually so composed, was set in a rare display of concentration and frustration.

“Hey, Michael.” Adam said, trying to keep his tone light. “Didn’t expect to find you practicing your aim on a Lucifer dummy.”

Michael paused, summoning a dagger and turning to face Adam with a faint smirk. “I find it oddly therapeutic.” he said, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and something more enigmatic. “Besides, it’s a good way to work out some of my frustrations when alcohol isn't enough.”

SEXUAL FRUS-

SHUT UP MALENIA!

Michael still laments that day in Israel when he shot his spears made of angelic power at Lucifer. Of the eight that he made, only one had hit its mark and it wasn't even fatal. Sure, killing him would have become an issue of bureaucracy but it would have been welcomed.

Adam chuckled. “Anything I can help with?”

"Not unless you plan on offering up your body." Michael replies with a wink. Malenia has become more influential in his life or ... at least, that's what he tells himself.

Adam raised an eyebrow at Michael's suggestion. “I’m flattered, but I think I’ll have to pass on that offer. I have to make dinner and who knows how long Malenia will latch on."

Yeah ... Malenia.

Michael's smirk widened, and he casually sheathed his dagger. “Fair enough. But if you ever want to take a few swings at the dummy yourself, you’re welcome to. It’s quite cathartic.”

Looking upon the dummy, Adam felt his feet run cold at the near exact replica of Lucifer. From the features to the malevolent expression carved into the face, it was a striking resemblance that stirred uncomfortable thoughts in Adam. The dummy seemed almost alive in its hostility, embodying the very essence of the torment Lucifer had inflicted upon him.

And Adam wanted nothing more than to take his frustration out on it. His hand clenched involuntarily, his mind flashing back to the nightmares, the relentless taunts and accusations from Lucifer, and the moments of doubt that had plagued him since their encounters. It would be easy to let loose, to let out all the anger he had buried for so long.

Michael noticed the change in Adam's demeanor, his playful smirk fading into something more serious. He crossed his arms, leaning casually against his desk, though his eyes never left Adam. "Still getting to you, isn’t he?"

"Pathetic ain't it." Adam dejectedly says. "Centuries have passed but every now and then, he still haunts my dreams."

Michael's expression softened, an unusual show of empathy for him. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "It’s not pathetic, Adam. The fact that it still affects you doesn’t mean you’re weak—it means you care. And that’s something Lucifer will never understand."

Adam sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the mannequin again. "I keep telling myself I've moved on but it feels like a lie. I've built a life, a family. But he’s always there. It’s like… no matter how far I go, there’s a part of me that he owns."

Michael’s jaw tightened. "He doesn’t own you."

HE'LL NEVER OWN YOU!

Adam wanted to believe that. He really did. But the weight of centuries of torment clung to him like a heavy cloak. Even now, just looking at the mannequin, he could almost hear Lucifer’s voice in his head—mocking, taunting, belittling.

“Then why does it feel like I’m still fighting him?” Adam muttered, more to himself than to Michael. "Even when he's not around, it’s like I’m still in his shadow."

Michael crossed his arms again, his gaze softening as he studied Adam. "Because you're not fighting Lucifer anymore, Adam. You’re fighting yourself. The part of you that believes his lies. The part of you that still doubts your worth."

LET'S SWITCH!

LET ME LOVE HIM!

Michael shook his head to clear Malenia's influence, letting out a sharp breath. He glanced at Adam, sensing the weight of the conversation and deciding to steer it back to something more grounded.

"Come on, let's have a beer." Michael suggest, snapping his fingers and manifesting a cooler.

Adam hesitated for a moment, still staring at the mannequin, before finally nodding. "Yeah ... a beer sounds good."

Adam accepted the beer and twisted the cap off, taking a long sip. The cold liquid was a welcome distraction, and for a moment, the tension in his body eased.

"You know, I was surprised you still wanted beer after having whiskey." Adam remarked. "Is the beer better?"

"No, the whiskey is meant for a more ... intimate occasion." Michael says with a sheepish smile.

"I see." Adam says with a slight blush as he leaned against the wall, eyes drifting back to the mannequin. "Do you think he even cares? That he’s still in my head after all this time?"

Michael snorted, taking a swig from his own bottle. He recalls back to the meetings with the Hell Trio and how every year they kept asking for him.

Wanting him.

Needing him.

And he loved rejecting them.

Michael briefly considers telling him about Lucifer being castrated but he rather Adam not ask him how he knows that.

"Nah, I'm sure he doesn't give a damn about you. He is probably living it up with Lilith and Eve in hell, pretending he's still in charge of everything.” Michael took another swig of his beer.

Adam’s jaw tightened. The subject of his wives was still a somewhat sensitive topic for him. "Don't remind me."

"You're not alone Adam." Michael assures him. "You’ve got people who care about you, and we’re not going to let Lucifer—or anyone else—tear you down. If that shorty ever shows up, you call me and I'll send him packing, assuming of course, you don't send him packing first."

"You really think I can take on Lucifer?" Adam ask.

Michael raised an eyebrow at Adam's question, leaning back and taking another swig from his beer. "Do I think you can take on Lucifer?" he repeated, his tone contemplative. "You've been training with me since Egypt and I've seen your improvement. The real question is whether you believe it yourself.”

Adam smiled weakly, taking another sip of his beer. "Thanks, Michael. I appreciate it."

Michael grinned. "If you ever need to talk—or throw a few daggers—you know where to find me."

Adam chuckled softly, though there was still a heaviness in his chest. He glanced at the Lucifer mannequin one last time.

"Yeah." Adam said quietly. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer sometime."

Michael raised his bottle in a mock toast. "Anytime, Adam. Anytime."

The two clinked their bottles together, and for a brief moment, the weight of Lucifer’s shadow seemed a little lighter.

-

Returning home after everything, Adam immediately headed to the kitchen and started prepping dinner.

The soft hum of the stove and the scent of herbs and spices filled the room, soothing his troubled mind. He began to chop vegetables with a practiced hand, the rhythmic motions helping to clear his thoughts.

As time passed, he failed to notice Sera's return and her entering the kitchen.

Sera entered the kitchen quietly, her footsteps almost inaudible on the marble floor. She took in the sight of Adam working, the familiar domesticity of the scene bringing a soft smile to her face.

"Adam." Sera said gently.

The sound of her voice causes Adam to jolt. Recalling his dream where Sera slammed him onto the floor and stood in Lucifer's defense. Adam’s heart raced for a moment before he turned to face Sera.

"H-Hey Sera." Adam stutters, unable to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

Almost immediately, Sera eyes narrow and before Adam could register what happens next, he suddenly finds himself pinned against the wall. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made Adam's breath catch in his throat.

"Talk to me Adam." Sera demanded.

To think that once upon a time, Sera had insisted that Adam does not call her "mom". Now, hearing him call her by her name was absolutely grating to her ears.

Adam blinked, trying to process how quickly the situation had shifted. One moment, he had been chopping vegetables, lost in thought, and the next, he was pinned to the wall by Sera’s fierce gaze. Her grip wasn’t painful, but the tension in the air made it clear that she wasn’t letting him go until he talked.

"S-Sera, what are you—" Adam stammered, but her glare silenced him.

"Don't call me that." she growled softly, her voice low but commanding. "Tell me what's wrong Adam."

Adam’s mouth opened, then closed. His mind scrambled for words, but none came out. It wasn’t just her tone that rattled him—it was the memory of his nightmares, where Sera had sided with Lucifer, condemning him with animosity in her eyes. But this wasn’t a dream, and her eyes, though intense, held something else.

Concern.

Sera could only draw one conclusion as she inspected his face. The bag under his eyes and the haunted look in them were enough to confirm her suspicion—he hadn’t been sleeping well. She softened her grip on his shoulders, but didn’t step back. Her concern only deepened as she studied him.

Sera knew of his nightmares haunting his sleep. It wasn't uncommon to find him thrashing in bed, drenched in sweat and muttering incoherent words as the nightmares clawed at his mind. All she could do was hold on to him tightly, hoping that her warmth and love would be enough to soothe his troubled mind.

"I'm fine." Adam said quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he tries to look away.

But Sera was having none of that. She quickly cups his chin and forces him to look at her.

"Look at me Adam." Sera's eyes bore into Adam's with an intensity that made it impossible for him to look away. Her hands, though gentle, held his face firmly, ensuring that their gazes remained locked.

That didn't stop Adam from resisting. Countless times he had poured his heart out to her about his fears and insecurities but how could he ever tell her that she was part of the reason why he was feeling this way?

But Sera was having none of that. She was determined more than ever to nip whatever was troubling him in the bud. She pressed her forehead against his, her voice a whisper filled with warmth and concern. “Adam, talk to me. Please."

Adam’s eyes welled up slightly. He could feel the sincerity in her touch and hear it in her voice. Hearing it, he remembers Jophiel's words from earlier.

“You ..." Adam began, his voice cracking. “You chose Lucifer over me."

Sera’s eyes widened, and she drew back slightly, her grip loosening but her gaze still unwavering. The pain in Adam’s voice was unmistakable, and her heart ached at the thought of him feeling this way.

“What?” Sera’s voice was a mix of disbelief and hurt. “Adam, that was just a nightmare. You know I would never choose him over you.”

Adam’s eyes were still clouded with distress. “But it felt so real. In my dreams, you sided with him and ..."

Sera’s expression shifted from concern to deep sadness as she processed Adam’s words. Her eyes softened, and her grip on his shoulders relaxed completely.

“No, Adam.” Sera said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I will never, ever choose Lucifer over you."

Sera's gaze remained locked on Adam's, her voice trembling as she spoke. “You have to know that. No matter what those nightmares show you, no matter how dark they seem, I would never betray you.”

Pulling him close to her, she wraps her arms around him in a tight embrace. Adam stiffened for a moment, overwhelmed by the sudden wave of warmth and comfort. But as Sera’s arms enveloped him, the tension in his body slowly began to ease.

When her wings enveloped him, Adam felt a surge of relief. The soft, feathery embrace of Sera’s wings cocooned him, destroying the image of the cruel, mocking Lucifer that had been haunting his dreams.

"I want you to head to bed immediately Adam." Sera insisted.

"But I was in the middle of cooking -"

"I'll take care of it." Sera interrupted, her voice gentle but firm. "You need rest more than you need to worry about dinner."

Adam hesitated, the weight of exhaustion finally catching up to him. He wanted to protest, but the warmth of Sera’s embrace, her wings shielding him, made him realize how tired he truly was. The scent of the herbs and vegetables still lingered in the air, but even that comfort couldn’t keep his heavy eyelids from drooping.

Sera, sensing his reluctance, gently released him from her embrace but kept one hand on his shoulder. "Please, Adam. I’ll finish up here, just go take a quick nap and when you wake, everything will be ready."

Adam finally gave in with a nod. “Okay ... mom.” He turned to head toward his bedroom, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing.

As he walked away, Sera watched him with a heavy heart. The sight of her son struggling like this made her blood boil. Lucifer’s shadow loomed over him, even now, after centuries. She had done everything she could to shield Adam, to protect him from the torment that her former brother inflicted, but it was never enough.

Still, for Adam to think she would ever choose Lucifer over him was unbearable to her. The very thought made her chest tighten with anger and sadness. She clenched her fists, the heat of her divine fury simmering just below the surface.

How dare Lucifer leave such a deep scar on her son?

How dare he make Adam doubt the one thing that should never have been questioned!

NO ONE LOVES HIM MORE THAN HER!

-

Adam wasn't the only one to have nightmares.

Thanks to being the Joy-Bringer, Emily's own state of emotions are tied closely to the winners and angels around her. Generally, the others in Heaven were normally in a good mood, and Emily reflected their joy effortlessly, lighting up the surrounding with her own laughter and warmth.

So when Adam suffers from his nightmares, she too feels the ripple of his despair. It isn't immediate, nor as intense as Adam's own suffering, but it's there—a shadow that taints the usual brightness in her soul. As Adam wrestles with his demons in his sleep, Emily's own dreams become unsettlingly dark.

However, last night was particularly unsettling as Adam's own turmoil was so strong that she was able to catch glimpses of his dream in her own. A vision of herself hugging Lucifer while Adam stood nearby, frozen in shock, his face etched with betrayal and anguish.

Emily screamed and cried out, trying all she can in hopes that her voice would somehow break through the barrier that separated their dreams and reach Adam's tormented mind. Her pleas echoed through the dreamscape, a haunting melody of desperation and sorrow. But the dream world was a labyrinth, and her cries seemed to dissipate into the darkness, unable to find their way to Adam.

Then when she saw her dream version kissing Lucifer, the horror in Emily's heart deepened. It was as though her body moved without her will, her lips pressing against Lucifer’s with a sickening intimacy that revolted her.

She could feel Adam’s anguish, radiating like a wave of raw pain that crashed into her. His eyes, wide with disbelief, were filled with the unbearable weight of betrayal. In that moment, Emily’s heart broke—not just for Adam, but for herself.

Her entire being screamed out, desperate to stop the nightmare, to shatter the illusion. The image of herself entwined with Lucifer felt like a mockery of her very essence, the embodiment of joy twisted into something dark and vile.

Just when Emily thought she would break under the weight of the nightmare, a sudden jolt pulled her from the dark abyss. Her eyes flew open, and she found herself back in the familiar softness of her bed in Heaven, bathed in the glow of dawn’s light. She was breathing heavily, her chest tight with residual terror.

Her first thought was to immediately find Adam but he had already left the house with Lute. Before she could go after him, Sera had appeared and told her of their duties for the day. She tried to push down the guilt gnawing at her, forcing a smile as she listened to Sera, but her mind was still elsewhere.

Adam.

He needed her.

HE NEEDED JOY!

It wasn't till late afternoon that she would return home, Sera already arriving an hour before her. The weight of the day lingered on her shoulders, but nothing weighed heavier than the persistent ache in her heart. She had spent the entire afternoon trying to shake off the remnants of that terrible dream, but Adam’s anguish, so deeply felt, had lodged itself inside her.

Immediately, she seeks out Adam and went up to their bedroom. Opening the door, she finds him taking a nap but it was all but peaceful.

He lay tangled in the sheets, his brow furrowed in distress, soft murmurs of pain escaping his lips as he twisted and turned. The anguish from her own dream resurfaced in full force. She felt a cold chill creep up her spine, as if the darkness from the dream still lingered in the air, hovering above him like an oppressive cloud.

Without hesitation, Emily crossed the room and dove on top of Adam, wrapping her arms around him, and nuzzling her head into his neck.

Adam stirred slightly under Emily’s weight, his breath hitching as her warmth enveloped him. She could feel the tension in his body slowly ease, though his face remained etched with worry, his brow still furrowed as if the nightmares refused to let go. Emily held him tighter, her fingers gently running through his hair, whispering soft reassurances into his ear.

"It's just a dream, Adam," she murmured, her voice trembling with the remnants of her own fear. "I’m here and I love you."

Adam mumbled something incoherent, but his hands reflexively reached out, gripping onto Emily as if she were the only anchor keeping him grounded in the storm of his subconscious.

She lowers herself slightly and presses her ear against his chest. His heart was racing, pounding erratically beneath her ear. Emily closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of his heartbeat, willing her own steady breaths to calm the storm raging inside him. She whispered again, softer this time, her voice a gentle lullaby.

"You're safe, Adam. You're not alone."

Her words seemed to reach him this time. His grip on her tightened for a moment, then loosened slightly as his breathing began to slow. The tension in his body ebbed, though his brow still creased with the remnants of his nightmare. Emily kissed his neck, a tender gesture meant to soothe, to remind him of the warmth and safety she offered.

-

Adam had thought that after hearing all the reassurances throughout the day, he would finally find solace. But after he had laid down to nap, the nightmares crept in once more and from the shadows emerged Lucifer, his grin as wide and taunting as ever.

"You know, bestie," Lucifer's voice was smooth, but laced with a chilling edge, "I'm starting to think you like seeing me."

Adam's heart pounded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He tried to move, but his legs felt like they were rooted to the spot. The landscape around him seemed to close in, making the space feel smaller and more suffocating.

Lucifer stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "All these reassurances, all these attempts to protect yourself. But deep down, you can't escape me. You can't escape the truth of what you really believe."

The words pierced Adam like daggers, and he felt a crushing weight on his chest. He tried to call out for help, but his voice was trapped in his throat, a silent plea lost in the void.

Lucifer's smirk widened, his eyes narrowing with malicious satisfaction. "You know, it's almost impressive how you manage to keep up this façade. But you and I both know—" he leaned in closer, his breath hot and foul against Adam's skin. "You can't give them the happiness they deserve."

No.

"That's why Lilith left you."

No!

"That's why Eve left you."

NO!

The words pierced Adam like daggers, and he felt a crushing weight on his chest. He tried to call out for help, but his voice was trapped in his throat, a silent plea lost in the void.

"And soon enough, they'll all -"

A bright flash of light appears in front of Adam, cutting off Lucifer’s taunts. The light grows intense, pushing back against the shadows that surrounded Adam. The oppressive weight on his chest begins to lift, and the darkness retreats, giving way to a warm, comforting glow.

The light soon takes shape into the form the Joy-Bringer.

"Adam!" She calls out joyfully as she rushed over to him, her radiant presence brightening the dreamscape even further.

"Emily!?" Adam calls out in surprise.

Lucifer’s face contorts with rage as the light disrupts his sinister smile. “What is the meaning of -"

Before Lucifer could react, Jophiel had appeared behind him, her hands reaching out and gripping his shoulders.

"Well well well." Jophiel's voice was a low, simmering growl, each word dripping with restrained fury. "You got a lot of nerve being here."

Lucifer's eyes widened in surprise and irritation. "Jophiel!"

He pulls away, stumbling back before his movements abruptly comes to a stop when three figures stood in his way.

"How about it Vaggie? Do you want the first swing at him?" Aclima ask.

"Very much so." Vaggie says, cracking her knuckles.

"I'm taking his balls." Lute grins, summoning her rapier.

"I'll get his kneecaps." Aclima says with a sadistic grin.

Lucifer’s eyes darted between Jophiel, the Joy-Bringer, and the three newcomers, his usual confidence faltering under the sudden assault of unexpected opposition. The dreamscape pulsed with a renewed intensity, as if the very fabric of the nightmare was being rewritten by their presence.

Before Lucifer could retort, Jophiel was upon him. She grabs his hands and locks them behind his back, her grip unyielding as she held him in place.

And as promised earlier, Vaggie delivers the first punch to Lucifer's jaw, the impact resonating with a satisfying crack that echoed through the dreamscape. Lucifer's head snapped to the side.

Aclima stepped forward, her eyes glinting with cold precision. "Let's make sure he remembers this."

With a hammer in hand, Aclima brought it down on to Lucifer’s kneecap with a resounding clang. The impact was brutal, and Lucifer's scream echoed through the dreamscape, a mix of pain and disbelief.

Lucifer’s scream of pain reverberated through the dreamscape, but the sounds of agony only seemed to strengthen the resolve of his tormentors.

Aclima’s face was a picture of cold satisfaction as she raised her hammer for another strike. Her eyes never left Lucifer, ensuring each hit landed with precision. The hammer descended again with a deafening clang, and Lucifer’s leg buckled under the force. His body writhed in pain, but Jophiel's firm grip kept him immobilized, his struggles futile against her strength.

Vaggie stood to the side, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination. "Ready for your turn, Lute?" she asked, her voice steady despite the violence unfolding.

Lute smirked, her rapier gleaming ominously in the light. "Fuck yeah." She took a step forward, her blade poised for action.

Watching from the sidelines with Emily hugging him so tightly, Adam immediately brought his hands up to cover Emily's eyes. Even though it was a dream, Adam felt a mix of relief and horror as he witnessed the scene unfold. The violent retribution against Lucifer was both cathartic and unsettling.

-

Despite how violent his dream had become, Adam woke up feeling refreshed and strangely relieved. As Adam regained his bearings, he felt a weight on him and looking down, he find Emily holding him tightly.

Emily looked up when she felt Adam waking and looking into his eyes, she saw none of the fear or dread. Instead, her eyes held a tender, empathetic gaze. "Are you alright?" she said softly, her voice imbued with warmth and sincerity.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from Emily's face. "I think I am now," he replied, his voice still carrying a hint of the earlier turmoil. "Thank you."

The sounds of their stomachs rumbling interrupted the moment. Adam chuckled softly, the tension in his body easing. "I hope dinner is ready."

The two shared a quiet moment of relief. Sensing the newfound joy in Adam’s demeanor, Emily gave him a reassuring squeeze before releasing him.

Entering the dinning area with Emily in tow, Adam was surprised to find a rather lavish feast spread out on the table. The table was adorned with a variety of dishes, each more delectable than the last. There was even a large, intricately decorated cake at the center.

Adam glanced around, taking in the sight of his loved ones gathered around the table. Sera, Aclima, Lute and Vaggie were already seated, chatting and laughing. As he approached, all their attention turned to him.

"I was wondering if you were going to sleep through dinner." Aclima playfully teased as Adam and Emily joined the group.

"Sorry about that." Adam said, his voice light and filled with warmth. "I really needed that nap."

"Here Adam, say ah." Emily says, smiling while holding a forkful of bacon up to him.

"You don't have to feed -" Adam insisted.

"Sir! Let me feed you instead!" Lute interrupted, stepping forward with a forkful of something that looked suspiciously like dessert.

"Hey! Favorite daughter first!" Aclima pushed past Lute and Emily with a forkful of mashed potatoes, grinning mischievously.

"That should be me!" Vaggie declared with a grin, holding up a forkful of green beans.

The playful banter around the table brought a genuine smile to Adam's face. The familiar voices and laughter filled the room with a warmth that seemed to chase away the remnants of his earlier nightmares.

"Alright, alright," Adam chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "You all win!" He opened his mouth, ready for whatever they had to offer.

As the meal continued, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the worries of the day seemed to melt away in the company of those who cared for him. Adam found comfort not just in the food, but in the love surrounding him.

-

"Achoo!" Lucifer’s sneeze echoed through the castle.

"You've been sneezing an awful lot lately." Lilith remarks.

"Well, like you told Eve before, if you're sneezing with no obvious cause, someone is probably talking or thinking about you." Lilith’s voice trailed off as she glanced at Lucifer, who was still sniffling and rubbing his nose. Her expression was a mix of amusement and annoyance.

"Hopefully Adam is thinking about me." Lucifer remarks. "Maybe he is missing me and all the good times we had in Eden."

"Somehow, I doubt that." Lilith snorts.

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Chapter Text

1346 A.D

"Do you think Adam would like this?" Eve asked, holding up a sheer, silken piece of lingerie, the delicate fabric catching the soft light of the room.

Lilith raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. "It looks good but what about this?"

Lilith continued her sentence, pulling out a striking black corset adorned with intricate lace and ribbons. "Something with a bit more bite, perhaps?" she teased, holding it against her body.

Eve's eye twitched at the sight. She knows that she made them promised her the first shot at Adam but she wasn't entirely keen on sharing him with them.

Eve’s fingers tightened slightly on the delicate fabric, her gaze lingering on the black corset as Lilith held it up, her smirk only deepening. Eve forced a smile, masking the irritation simmering beneath her surface.

“I’m sure he’d find that... interesting,” Eve replied, her tone sweet but laced with a subtle edge. She laid the lingerie down carefully on the bed, her hands lingering a moment too long as she fought the rising tide of possessiveness that threatened to spill over.

Lilith’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She could sense Eve’s unease—it was almost tangible in the air between them—but she wasn’t one to back down. “Oh, Eve.” Lilith said in a low, purring voice. “You know Adam has enough love for both of us and than some. There’s no need to feel so ... territorial.”

"That may be true but I'm sure you would much rather have Lucifer's love instead, like last time." Eve snapped back, her voice sharper than she intended. "After all, you did leave MY Adam first."

Lilith's smirk faltered for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "Times have changed Eve." She stepped closer, the tension crackling between them. “You and I both know Adam has always been drawn to adventure, and well ... lets just say, he may be feeling nostalgic for me."

Eve's breath caught in her throat as she glared at Lilith, anger mixing with a deep-seated fear of losing Adam. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I've built a life with Adam. I sired his children. I have earned my place by his side.”

HE SHOULD ONLY LOVE HER!

Lilith leaned in slightly, her expression shifting to one of faux sympathy. “And yet, here we are. Both in hell, waiting for him to come. Let's face it, Heaven has shown that Adam has given up on you but perhaps, The FIRST Man will come YEARNING for The FIRST Woman."

THEY WERE MEANT TO BE!

Lilith chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “Oh, but choices can be so fickle, can’t they? Lets drop the topic of Adam for a moment. How about we focus on you? I mean, just look at you, Eve. You could truly dazzle anyone in that delicate lingerie.” She gestured at the sheer fabric, a playful challenge dancing in her eyes. "Of course, not as well as I could."

Eve could feel her anger rising. The desire to prove herself was burning within her, pushing her to rise to the challenge. She snatched the black corset off the bed, holding it out in front of her. "I'll make Adam fall at my feet!"

HIS EYES SHOULD ONLY BE ON HER!

As the two continued their banter, the tension grew thick. The air was electrified with the intensity of their emotions, and it was clear that both women were struggling to hold back the growing tide of frustration and envy until a certain someone came barging in.

The door to their room slams open and Lucifer strolls into the room.

"Ladies! I have a new plan!" Lucifer announced, his voice booming through the room.

"You do know you're not the only one who can come up with a plan." Lilith says.

"Yes, but mine are foolproof!" Lucifer says with a grin.

"Where have I heard that before." Eve says while rolling her eyes.

"Need I remind you that I was the first one that got Adam into hell that one time?" Lilith added on.

"Anyway." Lucifer says, ignoring their quips. "I was thinking back to Egypt and I realized the plan was foolproof but we didn't execute it well."

Eve and Lilith exchanged wary glances, the tension between them momentarily suspended as they focused on Lucifer, whose energy was both magnetic and infuriating.

“Do enlighten us, oh mighty King of Hell.” Lilith said with a hint of sarcasm, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

Lucifer grins, unfazed by the sarcastic remark. "Instead of giving Adam the choice to eat the apple, we should have just forced him to."

"Thanks Captain Obvious. I'm pretty sure everyone had that thought." Lilith remarked, rolling her eyes.

"So we just have to reuse that plan but this time, we do it right." Lucifer continues, undeterred by Lilith's snark.

"Slavery again?" Eve says. "Why am I not surprised."

"No no no." Lucifer replies, shaking his head. "Chances are, they're probably not letting Adam view the slavery taking place all over. So instead, we need to kill as many people as possible."

"You mean, have an entire country's population die?" Eve asks.

"Maybe more!" Lucifer says.

"I doubt Sera and the others would just idly sit by while it's happening." Lilith comments.

"True but thats where the genius part of my plan comes in." Lucifer replies, grinning. "We make a disease! Surely they would not bat an eye to death by "natural causes"."

"That's your great plan!? HOW DOES THAT GET ME ADAM!?" Eve asks, arching an eyebrow.

"I'm getting to that!" Lucifer says, his grin widening. "So stay with me here. I doubt Heaven really cares how someone dies so if enough people die and become winners, they'll probably bemoan their deaths and if enough winners voiced it out. Surely, Adam will hear about it and choose to investigate!"

"Or, he'll tell Sera and the others and they'll investigate." Lilith counters.

"No, he won't." Lucifer insists. "Not after they had delivered the 10 plagues upon Egypt after our little escapade."

Eve frowned, folding her arms as she mulled over Lucifer’s scheme. “So, your big plan is to unleash a deadly disease and hope Adam gets curious enough to investigate ... without Sera or anyone else knowing?”

Lucifer gave a casual shrug. "Well, it worked before somewhat. Get enough of these souls crying out about their fate and Adam will come. And when he does—" Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with wicked intent—"we’ll be ready.”

Lilith tilted her head, still leaning against the wall, unimpressed. "Ready for what, exactly? To watch Sera tear through hell when she realizes this is your doing?"

Lucifer shot her a sharp look, but Eve interjected before he could respond, her voice filled with skepticism. “Yeah, what's to stop my Adam from being forcefully taken by Heaven again?"

Lucifer’s grin didn’t waver. "Trust me, Eve, once Adam’s back in the thick of things, that old spark between you two will reignite. And as for Lilith and I, —" he glanced at her—"well, Adam might enjoy a little ... reminiscing." He smirked, clearly enjoying his potential future/fantasy.

"Besides." Lucifer continues. "Once Adam realizes that he was meant to be with us, he'll put himself between us and Heaven, leaving Michael and the others no choice but to listen to our demands!"

AND HE'LL ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF IT!

"Now all we have to do is create the disease." Lucifer finished.

"Who we gonna call?" Lilith ask.

-

"BELPHEGOR!" The hell trio shouted as they burst into Belphegor's lab.

Belphegor barely glanced up from her workbench, where a bubbling concoction in a test tube emitted a faint, swirling vapor. Her long, dark hair was tied up messily, and her eyes were half-lidded, a sign of her usual lethargy. She exhaled slowly, clearly unimpressed by the sudden intrusion.

“Ah, the trio of annoyance.” she muttered, her voice low and drowsy. “What brings you to my lab? Need a fix? I’ve got something new—an upper that’ll make you feel like you’re flying through fire.”

Lucifer stepped forward, rubbing his hands together in mock enthusiasm. “As tempting as that sounds, Belphegor, we need something a bit more ... viral.”

Belphegor raised an eyebrow, though her posture remained slouched. “Viral? I’m a chemist, not a bioweapons developer. But if you’re talking about a high that spreads, you’re in luck. I’ve been working on something that—”

“No, no, no!” Lilith interrupted, waving her hand impatiently. “We need a real virus. Something lethal, that can wipe out entire populations and spreads quickly!"

"I've told you fuckers many times already that my drugs are strictly recreational!" Belphegor's eyes flickered with irritation as she looked up from her bubbling concoction. "I deal in highs, not plagues. You want to make the sinners or hellborn squirm? Fine. But I’m not here to create some doomsday disease for you."

Belphegor may be a fallen angel but she still was an angel once. The idea of making a plague that could kill humans was not something she was entirely comfortable with.

The memory of the time they flooded the Earth was still fresh in her mind.

A rather ... distasteful memory.

Eve crossed her arms, her patience wearing thin. “Belphegor, we’re not asking. We’re telling you. You’re going to help us create something that’ll spread like wildfire and send Adam running right into my arms.”

"You got a lot of nerve -" Belphegor started, glaring at Eve, only to cut herself off. "Wait. Adam?"

Lilith smiled, stepping forward to join the conversation. "Adam, the one who's in Heaven right now, but soon to be in hell with us."

Lucifer nodded, a devious grin spreading across his face. "And you'll be helping us."

...

"Tell me more."

-

"I see. So basically, you want me to create a disease so lethal that it could kill humans in droves and spread fast and far." Belphegor says, sitting down on her chair and resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Exactly." Eve replies.

"And than you three believe Adam will come down from Heaven to investigate and then, I don't know, fall back into the arms of his past lovers and best friend?"

"Something along those lines." Lilith says.

"... Alright." Belphegor says.

"Really? Just like that?" Lucifer questions. He normally wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but something about this seems too easy.

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for love." Belphegor says with a shrug.

HER OWN LOVE!

No doubt if this crazy plan of theirs work, she doubts Adam would be all that eager to be with the hell trio. So in the end, this might work in her favor.

SHE'LL BE THE HERO HE NEEDS!

Belphegor’s eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and determination. “But I have my conditions.” she added, leaning back in her chair, a playful smirk forming on her lips.

Lilith's curiosity piqued. “Conditions? What do you want?”

“I need access to the finest ingredients.” Belphegor replied, waving her hand dismissively. "Specifically from Mammon and Satan's rings. Oh and also, some of Lucifer's blood. None of which I will be paying for."

Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting the demand. “My blood? What for?”

Belphegor leaned forward, her interest sparking as she elaborated. “It’s simple. I need it to create a pathogen that’s both potent and undetectable. A fallen angel's blood will be the perfect base for the virus, and I think we can all agree that the King of hell here is the strongest among us."

"You're one as well!" Lucifer exclaims.

"I mean, sure, I could use mine but I figured yours would work better since you've always been stronger." Belphegor says with a smirk. "Unless, of course, you're afraid of a little needle."

Lucifer's eyes narrow.

"Oh, I didn't think the king here is scared of a little pinprick." Lilith teases.

"Fine, fine." Lucifer concedes.

"And as for my final condition, I don't want my name being associated with this at all." Belphegor states.

"Why not?" Eve asks.

"Let's just say, I'm a little shy." Belphegor replies. "Besides, I'm sure you three would want ALL the credit. After all, this plan sounds pretty ingenious. I'm sure Adam would love it."

Belphegor extends her hand out to them, a swirl of malevolent energy surrounds her hand.

"Do we have a deal?"

Lilith was the first to take Belphegor's hand.

"Deal."

Lucifer followed suit.

"Deal."

Eve stared down at the offered hand.

If this worked, Adam would be hers and hers alone.

With her resolve set, Eve took Belphegor's hand.

"DEAL."

Lucifer exchanged glances with Lilith and Eve, clearly pondering the unusual willingness of Belphegor to cooperate, though the conditions weren’t too outrageous. He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“We’ll get you everything you need, including a vial of my blood.” Lucifer agreed, still eyeing Belphegor with suspicion.

Belphegor smirked, satisfied with his compliance. "Then it's settled. I’ll get started as soon as the ingredients arrive."

Eve rolled her eyes impatiently. "Whatever. Just make sure it works. Adam will come running, and once he’s in Hell, well ... we’ll take care of the rest."

Belphegor didn’t respond, focusing instead on her preparations. The hell trio watched her for a few moments before turning to leave the lab, Lucifer already plotting how to obtain the rare ingredients from Mammon and Satan’s territories.

As the door closed behind them, Belphegor sighed, her smirk turning into a thoughtful expression. She walked over to her shelves, fingers tracing over the dusty vials and texts that lined them.

Adam in Hell?

She’d seen enough of hell trio's obsession with him to know this plan could either go very well ... or very wrong. And if Adam was foolish enough to fall into their trap, perhaps there would be an opportunity for her, too.

A sly grin crept across her face as she thought of how this could play into her own hidden desires.

"Adam, Adam, Adam ..." she mused, tapping her chin. "There is so much I want to show and experience with you."

She holds up a bottle containing aphrodisiacs.

"Soon."

-

1347 A.D

Entering Belphegor's lab, the hell trio were surprised to find boxes filled with infected rats and jars of infected flies.

"Belphegor, what's all this?" Lucifer asks, staring at the various creatures.

"You guys wanted a virus and I have provided." Belphegor says.

"Uhhhh, you said you're going to make a virus." Eve states.

"I am." Belphegor replies. "And I did."

"THAT'S NOT A VIRUS! THAT'S RATS AND FLY!" Lilith exclaims, disgusted at the sight.

Belphegor could only shake her head at their naivety.

"Rats and flies are the carriers of the disease. Or do you plan on running around with a syringe and poking everyone you come across?" Belphegor explains, rolling her eyes at their lack of imagination.

"Wait, are you telling me these animals have the virus!?" Eve asks.

"Yup. These guys are ready to spread the disease across the globe." Belphegor answers. "I'll leave it to you three to decide where you want to deploy them."

Lucifer could only nod, his mind racing as he began planning their next move.

-

Exiting a portal in Europe, Lucifer, Eve, and Lilith find themselves outside of a small town. The streets were lined with shops and homes, with a large cathedral in the distance.

"Welcome to "Europe"!" Lucifer announces, gesturing grandly to the medieval town.

"Hmmm ... lots of people and it seems to be a trading hub as well." Lilith remarks as she studies the town. "This is a good place to release the virus and have it spread from here."

"So are we dropping the rats and flies now?" Eve asks.

"That's the plan. This place is big enough and it seems to be thriving." Lucifer replies.

Eve’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she surveyed the bustling town square. Vendors hawked their wares, children played in the cobblestone streets, and townsfolk moved about, unaware of the dark plans unfolding just beyond their sight.

Eve places the box of rats near the entrance to the town and takes off the lid.

"Come on, you filthy rats! Go spread the disease!" Eve commands.

The rats quickly scamper off into the town.

"Good job, Eve!" Lucifer praises.

"As she lifts the lid, the rats, startled and disoriented, spill out into the street. They scurry in every direction, disappearing into the nooks and crannies of the town. Eve watches with a mix of fascination, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Now for the flies,” Lucifer says, pulling out a small pouch filled with tiny, shimmering insects. He casts a spell, sending the flies swirling into the air like a dark cloud, their buzzing an ominous undertone to the lively atmosphere of the town.

“Do you think they’ll notice?” Lilith asks, a sly smile creeping onto her face.

“Of course not.” Lucifer smirks, his eyes gleaming with malice. “They're idiots."

The trio retreat to a safe distance and watch as people in the town start getting bitten by the infected rats and flies.

"How long till we can see the results?" Eve asks.

"Soon." Lucifer replies.

...

"I am now just realizing but your "foolproof" plan has the same flaw it had with the Egypt one." Lilith says.

"That is ...?" Lucifer asks, not bothering to turn around as he looks over a map of the world.

"How will we know when Adam shows up?" Lilith clarifies.

"Don't worry!" Lucifer excitedly says. "Adam will eventually investigate and trace it back to this town where we will be waiting with open arms!"

SEE YOU SOON, ADAM!

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Sudden influx of winners!?

Chapter 92: The Plague Bearers

Summary:

Ewwww ... the Pestilence

Somebody call SCP-049!

Notes:

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Chapter Text

1348 A.D

St. Peter stood at the gates of Heaven, facing a crowd of souls freshly departed from the Earth below. Their faces still bore the weight of terror and confusion, their clothing and skin ravaged by the effects of the bubonic plague. The crowd buzzed with frantic energy, panic rippling through them as they tried to comprehend their sudden shift from life to death.

"Everyone, please remain calm!" Peter called out again, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "I know this is all new to you, but you're in Heaven now!"

A ripple of disbelief passed through the crowd. Some glanced at each other, their eyes wide with fear. Others looked down at their hands, as if expecting to see the blackened sores and boils that had marked their demise. Instead, they found themselves whole and healed, yet the lingering memories of death were too fresh, too overpowering.

"Heaven?" a woman shrieked, her eyes wide with terror. "But my children! Where are they?!" She grasped the front of her tattered dress as if it were the only thing grounding her to reality.

"I was told the plague was a punishment!" a gaunt priest cried out, shaking his fist. "How could we be in Heaven if we died in sin?"

"It's a lie!" yelled another man. "This can't be real!"

St. Peter raised his hands, trying to appear calm and authoritative. "I understand you're all frightened. The plague was devastating, but you're free of that now. No more suffering. Please—"

A man stepped forward, his eyes wild with fear. "I didn’t receive last rites! My soul's condemned!"

The crowd’s unrest swelled into chaos. People shoved each other, arguing, crying, and begging for explanations. Some knelt down, weeping uncontrollably, while others seemed too overwhelmed to speak.

"Need some help Petey?" Adam calls out as he approached with Lute in tow.

"Yes, please!" St. Peter says, relieved.

"Don't worry, I'll sort things out." Adam reassures.

Tapping his halo, Adam sends out a message to all Exorcists, informing them of the sudden increase of souls entering heaven and that he needed their help. Within minutes, the Exorcists in its entirety arrived and Adam delegated their efforts. Sending each of his daughter to comfort and guide the souls into smaller, more manageable groups. The Exorcists moved swiftly and efficiently, their presence exuding a calm that began to settle over the panicked crowd.

Aclima approached the woman who had cried out for her children, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Your children are safe.” She said softly, her voice soothing. “Heaven is vast, and family reunions are frequent here. Give us time to help you find them.”

The woman’s face crumpled in relief as she nodded, allowing Aclima to guide her away from the mass of people. The rest of the Exorcists followed their General's example and began working together, easing the fears of the recently departed and helping them accept their new reality.

"Heaven have mercy on me!" The priest frantically shout. "Forgive me! I've suffered enough from the pestilence!"

Adam was about to approach him when Lute raised her hand. "Allow me Sir."

"... Go easy on him." Adam says, a small smile forming on his face.

"No promises." Lute says.

Approaching the priest, Lute places her hands on the man shoulders and vigorously shakes him.

"Stop whining! You're not in Hell!" Lute shouts.

"BUT I HAVEN'T RECEIVED LAST RITES!" the priest exclaims.

Rolling her eyes, Lute decide to take on a more physical approach and starts slapping the man silly.

"WAKE UP AND REALIZE YOU'RE IN HEAVEN!" Lute shouts.

Adam wonders if he should intervene but he decides to let Lute handle things. He turns to St. Peter, who looked visibly relieved to have some help.

"You're a lifesaver Adam." St. Peter says.

"So what is going on Petey?" Adam asks, a bit worried.

St. Peter looks back out at the crowd of souls. "Its so odd. The rate of humans dying suddenly rose and they all kept talking about this disease, the "Pestilence". We've never seen something like this happen before."

"Pestilence? Is that what they called it?" Adam ponders.

St. Peter nods. "Yes. They kept saying how the disease was a punishment from Heaven."

"From Heaven!? What the -" Adam stops himself from swearing. "Who could have possibly spread this idea around?"

-

"That's right! Heaven is punishing you all for your sinful ways!" Lucifer shouts from a podium in the middle of town square, with Lilith and Eve observing from close by.

As Lucifer’s voice echoed through the town square, the crowd before him shifted uneasily, murmurs of fear and uncertainty rippling among the huddled masses. The sick and dying lay scattered around the square, their groans barely audible under the weight of Lucifer’s accusations. His grin widened, feeding off the terror that spread like wildfire among the humans.

Lucifer lifted his arms high, his voice dripping with malice. "The plague, the sickness—it's all Heaven's doing! They deem you unworthy, unfit to walk this earth! Their wrath is upon you for daring to defy their hypocritical rules!"

A man in the crowd stepped forward, his gaunt face pale and covered in sweat, eyes bloodshot from fever. "Why would Heaven punish us like this? What have we done?"

Lucifer chuckled, stepping down from the podium with slow, deliberate steps, drawing nearer to the man. He crouched before him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you see!? Heaven has no mercy! They're intolerant of any sin, even the smallest transgression. The holiest amongst you, your priest, succumbed to the disease as well! What hope do the rest of you have!?"

"How can you be so sure!?" A woman shouted from the back.

"Where is Heaven than to save you!?" Lucifer shouts, gesturing to the sky.

Lucifer's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. "Heaven is not what you believe it to be. It is a place of hypocrisy and injustice, and this plague is their way of showing their true nature. Look at the history people! Heaven cast one of their own out for simply giving a fruit to the humans! I mean, come on! It was just a fruit and the plan was foolproof so -"

Lilith coughs loudly, signaling Lucifer to get back on track.

"Errrr ... what was I saying again?"

"HEAVEN IS HYPOCRITICAL!" Eve shouts, exasperated.

"OH RIGHT!" Lucifer says.

As Lucifer continued to fan the flames of hysteria, Lilith and Eve exchanged a look of amusement. They had expected the humans to panic and become fearful and so far, it seemed to be going off well. Even Lucifer seemed taken aback by the intensity of the crowd's response, his speech growing louder and more agitated.

"He is certainly enjoying himself." Eve remarked.

Lilith nodded, watching Lucifer with a thoughtful expression. "My husband has always been a showman."

Lucifer, pacing back and forth like a caged lion, whipped his cloak behind him dramatically, drawing even more attention to his every move. “Do you see the heavens opening to save you? No! They are content to let you die, to suffer, and burn under their so-called divine justice!” His voice rose to a fever pitch, the crowd’s fear giving way to anger, an emotion easier to manipulate.

“You know what I think?” Lucifer shouted, his voice a cruel whisper now, as if sharing a secret. The crowd leaned in. “I think it’s time you stopped waiting for Heaven to save you. I think it’s time you looked elsewhere for your salvation ...”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd, the seed of doubt planted. Lucifer’s smile turned sharp, a glint of victory in his eyes.

"So what say all of you!? With your dying breaths, go spread the word! Get up right in their faces and shout the truth! Heaven is not coming for you!" Lucifer declares. "Go far and wide!"

-

"I implore to all of you that we should set up an investigation into this matter. This "Pestilence" that is currently ravaging through Europe over the past year." Raphael stated to the council. "Unlike diseases in the past, this Pestilence seemingly appeared overnight and has been spreading like wildfire. The souls that have been arriving to Heaven has spiked up dramatically."

"I fail to see the issue." Uriel says. "This isn't the first time a disease has swept through the human population and while the efficacy of the disease is quite shocking, it is merely a part of the natural order. Humans are fragile creatures, and their mortality is a constant cycle. They live, they die, and in between, they spread whatever ailments they carry."

Raphael shook his head, his expression serious. "Uriel, you underestimate the gravity of this situation. This is not just another illness; the reports from the mortal realm indicate that it is unlike anything we have witnessed before. The speed at which it spreads and the brutality of its effects are alarming."

"That may be but humanity will not die out because of it. If anything, their numbers will dwindle for a while then bounce back." Uriel dismisses.

"I'm more concerned about the disease's origin rather than its effect." Michael interjects. "As much as I hate to admit, this doesn't seem to be natural. While diseases can mutate, this seems too fast."

"I'm inclined to agree." Jophiel says. "And dying within a span of 2 to 7 days? That is unheard of!"

"Why are we even concerned with this disease origins or how it spreads!? What we should be concerned with is stopping it!" Emily exclaims.

Raphael nodded in agreement with Emily, his urgency palpable. "Exactly! We must act swiftly. The mortality rate is staggering, and we cannot afford to be complacent. What if this Pestilence is a precursor to something worse? We must investigate its source, its nature, and, if necessary, intervene."

Sera, who had been quietly observing the debate until now, finally spoke up. Her voice was calm, yet it held a weight that commanded attention. "I understand both sides of this discussion, but let’s not forget the impact of our actions stemming from out past interventions -"

A loud voice outside the council chambers alerts them to someone's arrival.

"Sir, you can't just -"

The door to the council chambers slammed open, revealing a disheveled Adam, who quickly scanned the room before coming to a rest on Sera. Lute tugs at his cassock, trying her best to keep him from running in. However, it was useless as Adam strode in and stood at the center of the room.

"Adam. You know you're not -" Sera starts but was cut off.

"I know, I'm sorry but this is urgent!" Adam pleads. "I've noticed an uptick in my descendants coming to Heaven and I thought it was simply because more of them were living a pious life but apparently, more people are dying than ever before!"

"Yes Adam, we were discussing that matter before you interrupted us." Sera says.

"So why aren't any of you doing anything?!" Adam exclaims. "From what I understand, this disease has been around for at least a year and no one told me!"

"What is there to do? This is simply nature taking its course." Uriel dismisses.

"Nature? They're dying en masse!" Adam's voice trembled with barely contained frustration.

"Adam, that's enough." Sera said firmly. "We can discuss this when we're at home."

"This shouldn't even be a discussion! THEY'RE DYING!" Adam continues, ignoring Sera. "Let me work together with Raphael! Together, I'm sure we can come up with a cure and -"

"No." Sera interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Despite what the others may think, there has been no hard evidence that this disease was man-made or made by some malicious entity. It is simply nature at work and we will not interfere with it."

"Sera ... Mom, please. At least let me go to Earth to investigate its origins! Please!" Adam pleaded, his voice desperate. "If I can -"

GO TO EARTH!?

WITH THAT DISEASE AROUND!?

"Adam, that is enough!" Sera says, her voice rising. "But since we're on the topic of Earth, I will not permit you any further "Adventures" to Earth for the foreseeable future. Not until this disease has subsided. Am I understood?"

"They need me!" Adam exclaims, stomping his foot.

"Heaven needs you more!" Sera snaps, before immediately looking remorseful. "Please understand Adam. Those winners that have just arrived may have suffered perhaps one of the worst ways to go, but they have nothing to fear now. They are safe in Heaven and they are being well cared for. But they may not see it and you can help them settle into Heaven. Assure them that all is well."

"This is just like the flood all over again!" Adam accuses, his voice heavy with hurt.

"That was different." Sera sighs, feeling frustrated and conflicted. "This disease is not of our making and I've kept my promise to you that we will never do something like flood the Earth ever again. The rainbow was a symbol of that promise."

The flood was a painful reminder of the devastation that had been wrought upon his children. "You think that just because they’re here, they’re safe? You think they’re happy?" His voice cracked with emotion, anger and sadness swirling together. "They’re scared, Mom! They’re afraid of what’s happening on Earth. They need reassurance that their families are safe. They didn't choose to die to this disease, and yet here they are, separated from their loved ones."

Sera’s expression softened, but her resolve remained firm. "I know it’s hard, Adam. But sometimes, being safe means letting go of what you think you can control. The natural order has its own way of restoring balance. You have to trust that."

"If I can just deliver a cure -" Adam tries to reason.

"Than when will it end Adam?" Sera questions. "Will you cure cancer as well? Or diabetes? Heart disease? Will you stop aging and death? Where does it end, Adam? You cannot save everyone, and I refuse to let you put yourself at risk for something that may very well be a trial for them."

Adam opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words. The weight of Sera’s questions hung in the air, suffocating the urgency he felt. He wanted to argue, to protest that this time was different, that this disease was unnatural, a distortion of what life was supposed to be. But the truth was, he had no answer for her.

"Each intervention we make changes the course of existence, Adam. And sometimes, not for the better." Sera continued, her voice softening as she searched his face for understanding. "It can create ripples we cannot foresee, disrupting the delicate balance of life and death. Your descendants have survived such threats before and will continue to do so."

"You talk about balance as if it justifies their suffering!" Adam retorted, the frustration rising again. "What kind of life is it to just simply survive!? What about their happiness? They didn’t ask for this. They’re losing everything!"

"We didn't ask for sin to be introduced into the world, Adam. Yet it happened." Michael counters. "You of all people should understand that not everything is set in stone."

"No! I agree with Adam!" Emily voices her opinion. "It is unfair and cruel for humanity to be subjected to this disease! Why don't we use our powers to help them!?"

"We can’t save everyone!" Uriel interjected. "If we intervened every time a catastrophe struck, we would be constantly embroiled in human affairs, stunting their growth and evolution. If it were Lucifer who had introduced this disease, then the question would be different, but as of now, we cannot intervene."

"But didn't we intervene during the Egypt incident!?" Emily challenged. "How is this any different?"

"Did you forget Lucifer's involvement in that matter!?" Uriel retorted. "Lucifer was the reason that the Israelites were enslaved so it was our duty to right that mistake."

"Enough." Sera states.

"But Mom -" Adam tries.

"Adam, I said ENOUGH." Sera repeats, her tone leaving no room for further argument. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent battle of wills playing out.

Adam knew better to push the subject, especially when she had taken on that tone. It was a tone that had been used only a few times during his long life, but the consequences were always the same.

"Fine." Adam whispered, his voice strained with resignation. He turned away from the council, his shoulders slumped, and began to walk toward the door. Lute stepped forward, a sympathetic look in her eyes, but Adam waved her off.

Before he could leave, Sera called after him, her voice softer now. "Adam, there are still ways to help, but this disease … this "Pestilence" ... it’s not your battle to fight."

Adam stopped, glancing back at her with a mixture of anger and sorrow in his eyes. "Then whose battle is it? Who’s going to fight for them?"

Sera's face softened as she took a step toward him. "Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight by stepping back. Trust that humanity can endure. They’ve proven themselves resilient before."

Adam gave her a small nod, his gaze downcast. Without another word, he left, the heavy doors closing behind him. Lute followed close behind, her wings fluttering anxiously as she tried to catch up with him.

-

"Is he here yet?"

"No."

...

"How about now?"

"No."

...

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Belphegor sighed in frustration, rolling her eyes at the Sin of Gluttony sitting next to her. Beelzebub, with her usual calm demeanor, had been asking her the same question every minute for the past hour as she gnawed at a watermelon.

"I'm just saying ... maybe you missed him." Beelzebub replied through a mouth full of seeds and juicy fruit.

"Oh for fuck sakes, Bee, he is NOT here YET." Belphegor groans, her patience wearing thin. She glared at the other woman, who continued to chew loudly, oblivious to her irritation.

"Do you have to eat like that!?" Belphegor snapped, her eyes narrowing.

Beelzebub stared blankly back at her, swallowing the bite of fruit. "Like what?"

"So ... so ... loud!" Belphegor growled. "It's annoying."

"Well, I'm hungry." Beelzebub huffed, taking another bite of her snack.

Belphegor threw her hands up in exasperation. "You're always hungry!"

Beelzebub shrugged, seemingly unbothered, and reached for another slice of watermelon from the pile she'd brought. The bright red juice dripped down her chin as she took an enormous bite, her sharp teeth slicing through the fruit. "That's kinda the point," she mumbled through a mouthful, barely glancing up.

Belphegor pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to soothe the growing headache. "I swear, if you ask me one more time if he's here—"

Beelzebub blinked at her innocently. "Is he—"

"NO!" Belphegor yelled, her wings flapping furiously.

Beelzebub laughs. "I was joking, Belphie."

Belphegor sighs. "Why did I even bring you?"

"Cause I'm your only option." Beelzebub replies.

"Right ..." Belphegor rubs her forehead.

For the past year since the Hell Trio had released her creation on to the humans, Belphegor has been camping out on Earth, waiting for Adam to show. All in the hopes of intercepting him before the Hell Trio can get to him. As for Beelzebub, it was more so for safety than anything. She wasn't worried about Lilith or Eve. It was Lucifer she was concerned about.

Of all the Sins, Beelzebub was the one she trust the most to have her back and the both had one thing in common.

Wanting Adam.

Alive.

Satan would have been good muscle to have around but there was a high chance of him fighting and possibly killing Adam. Mammon would be quick to bring Adam to his ring and probably ... "rent" him out. Asmodeus and Leviathan couldn't be counted on so Beelzebub was her best choice.

"Boy, Lucifer is really hamming it up about the disease." Beelzebub notes, looking towards the town where Lucifer is encouraging the sick to travel and spread.

"Yup, its all going according to plan." Belphegor replies, planting herself beside Beelzebub and joining her in watching the Hell Trio. "Adam should arrive soon enough and follow the trail of the sick back to this town."

"If Sera even lets him out of Heaven in the first place." Beelzebub mumbles. "The High Seraphim's one rule about him was that he could never leave without her permission."

"I have faith in Adam to break that rule. He has done it before and I'm sure he'll do it again." Belphegor replies, a smirk growing. "Just a matter of time."

Beelzebub nods, continuing to munch on her snack, her mind turning to thoughts of what she would do once she reunites with Adam. Ranging from begging him to cook for her again to the idea of just telling him to go back to Heaven. In truth, she doesn't believe Belphegor will treat Adam well and she'll do all she can to make sure he is safe if she can't convince Adam to go back to Heaven.

Though, there is a dark side in her that is telling her to take Adam for herself.

AND NEVER LET HIM GO!

"Oi, Bee, whatcha thinking about?" Belphegor asks.

"Hm?"

"You're making a face." Belphegor points out.

"Oh ... nothing." Beelzebub replies. "Just remember Adam's cooking."

"His cooking is to die for." Belphegor moans.

"I'm surprised Lilith even dumped him." Beelzebub jokes.

"I'm more surprised Lucifer didn't go after him first." Belphegor says, chuckling.

"Ah well, its their lost." Beelzebub mutters.

"Exactly." Belphegor grins.

"And our gain."

"Indeed."

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Adam wants out!

Chapter 93: Jumping Through the Stars

Summary:

Adam is going to Earth!

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Over the next few days, the number of winners kept growing with each passing day that the "Pestilence" continued its rampage. Adam and the Exorcists struggled to keep up with the growing influx of the newly arrived winners. Many of which were disoriented and frightened, their deaths sudden and violent. A few appeared in shock, their hands trembling as they clung to the last moments they remembered on Earth. Others wailed, begging for answers that Adam and his girls simply didn’t have.

Adam moved from group to group, offering as much comfort as he could, but the words began to feel hollow. There was only so much he could say to ease the suffering of those who had just lost everything. The Exorcists seemed to share his burden, their eyes reflecting the pain of those they were meant to help.

Adam soon returns home and mulls over a makeshift board with piles upon piles of statements from the winners describing the events surrounding their deaths. Above all else, he wanted to find the one who was spreading the misinformation and tacitly encouraging them to spread the "Pestilence" across the Earth.

But he was getting nowhere, many of them got their information from second hand sources and many didn't want to talk. Adam sighs and rubs his eyes, feeling frustrated and weary. He managed to narrow it down to an area in Europe where the disease seemingly originated from but he'll need to go down there to investigate if he wants more info.

As Adam stared at the scattered papers on his makeshift board, his thoughts raced. The pieces of the puzzle were there, but they refused to come together. Frustration gnawed at him, the weight of the situation pressing down heavily. The Pestilence had spread faster than anything he’d seen before, and the disorientation of the new arrivals was unsettling. Heaven was supposed to be a place of rest, a sanctuary—but instead, it felt like chaos.

His fingers lingered over the map of Europe pinned to the board, eyes narrowing on the circled region. The trail led back there, but the specifics were murky. None of the winners he’d questioned seemed to have a clear understanding of what had happened. Their memories were fragmented, the trauma of their deaths too fresh to allow for clarity. He felt like he was chasing shadows.

"A short man dressed in white, preaching about Heaven punishing them and telling them to spread the word, possibly unknowingly spreading the disease." Adam read the winner statements out loud, trying to find the connection.

As he pondered, the door to his room opened and Aclima walked in before promptly collapsing onto the couch, exhaustion lining her face. Adam paused and glanced at her, worry filling his eyes.

"I think I've met every winner in existence today." Aclima sighs, closing her eyes and covering her face with her arms.

"Are you alright?" Adam asked, walking over and kneeling beside her, gently patting her head.

"I will be." Aclima mumbles.

Adam sighs and continues his stroking. "I know this is difficult but thank you for helping."

"I'm just glad we're using a shift system now. Lute just took over and she is going ham on the ones with hysteria which is basically all of them." Aclima replies, groaning. "I don't blame them though, but it is hard to calm people who are convinced that their souls are destined for hell."

Snapping his fingers, Adam conjures up a blanket and tucks Aclima into it, careful not to disturb her wings. "Get some rest, okay?"

Aclima smiles and nuzzles her cheek against his hand. "To be honest, I half expected you to run to Earth while everyone is busy dealing with the influx of winners."

...

"I would never." Adam says with a sheepish smile before leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Goodnight, my little explorer."

Adam waits until her breathing becomes steady and her expression softens.

Thanks to his daughter, he now had a foolproof plan.

-

"I swear, we didn't have to wait this long for him to show back in Egypt." Eve groaned, tapping her fingers impatiently against the table. "Adam is taking his sweet fucking time."

"What are you talking about? We had to wait DECADES back in Egypt and its only been two years so far." Lilith replies, shrugging. "Still, maybe not enough people are dying for them to notice."

Eve hums, nodding.

"If we really have to, I could send a couple of these rats over to China." Lucifer offers, his finger tracing the outline of the Asian country on the map. "With their population, I'm sure its enough to get his attention."

Lilith leaned back, her arms crossed as she gave Lucifer a sidelong glance. "You're always so quick to throw lives into the grinder, aren't you? We're not trying to start a global catastrophe that will get Sera, Michael and the others breathing down our necks."

"I mean, if killing half of Europe doesn't get their attention, what's another couple million to add?" Eve shrugs, laughing. "I say, let Lucifer do his thing."

Lucifer grins, giving Eve a wink who shudders in disgust in return.

"How about letting Satan release some of his experimental "pets" around the globe to really entice Adam?" Eve suggested. "I heard he created something called a "Chimera" that is supposed to be quite vicious."

"Nah, if Heaven gets wind of that, they'll know we're on Earth and they'll come rushing." Lilith shakes her head. "Lets just wait it out."

"Fine, fine." Eve sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "But this is taking forever."

Lucifer chuckles, shaking his head at her childish behavior.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ADAM!?

-

Sera may have underestimated the impact of the disease. With the sudden increase in winners, their demands and needs had risen accordingly. Paperwork, housing, counseling, and a multitude of other necessities needed to be taken care of. On top of that, Emily was still insisting that their intervention was necessary despite the council's resolution.

Alongside Emily, Adam and the Exorcists had also taken it upon themselves to manage the newly arrived winners which did help to alleviate some of the burden. But the pressure was still present, and it showed in her face. Sera sighed, running a hand through her hair. Her wings fluttered, sending a light breeze throughout the office.

Everyone was on edge.

"Mom?" Adam's voice came from her office door.

Sera looked up and her eyes softened as she saw her son standing there, a worried look on his face. His gaze was fixed on her and she could see the concern reflected in them.

Sera nodded, ushering him to come in.

Stepping in, she quickly notices Vaggie on his back as he entered. The sight of the two together brought a warm smile on to her face.

"Hi Grandma!" Vaggie calls out with a wave.

"Is everything okay?" Adam asked, carefully approaching her desk.

Sera nodded, offering him a smile before reaching out to pull him into a hug. Sera wrapped her arms around Adam, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. For a moment, the weight of the day felt lighter with him near. She drew in a deep breath, the scent of familiarity and home grounding her.

"It's just been a long day," she murmured, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "Nothing I can't handle."

Adam frowned, his brow creasing. "I know you, Mom. You’re always saying that." He glanced at the scattered papers on her desk, the overwhelming workload evident. "But this—it's a lot, even for you."

Sera exhaled softly, her wings shifting in response to the stress she tried to hide. "It’s part of the job, Adam. Especially now. We didn’t expect this many winners coming in so quickly." She paused, glancing at Vaggie perched on his back. "But it’s not something you need to worry about."

Vaggie’s smile faded as she clung tighter to Adam’s shoulders. "We do worry, though."

"And I appreciate that." Sera replied gently. "But everything will be okay. You, your father and your sisters have been a great help. We'll get through this soon."

She hoped.

"So what brings you by?" Sera asked, her wings folding back behind her. "Not that I mind, but you've been very busy yourself, lately."

"Oh ... right." Adam rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "I was thinking back to what was said during that council meeting and I'm still a little hung up on it. May I leave Heaven for awhile?"

Sera's grip on Adam tightens and she gives him a stern look. "Adam, I've already told you that I'm not permitting any trips to Earth."

"I know, I know. I was thinking about the Moon! Can I go there with Vaggie for a bit? Just to clear our minds."

Vaggie looked at her father in surprise, not expecting the turn in their conversation.

Sera raised an eyebrow. "The Moon?"

...

It didn't seem like a bad idea. The Moon was a safe distance from Earth and a nice change of scenery. And he had Vaggie with him so she could keep grounded. Plus, he probably needs this break away from Heaven and everything that was going on. She can only imagine the stress he has been under trying to help all the new winners.

"Very well, you may go. But no wandering off to Earth you hear me!" Sera relents.

"Of course Mom! I would never on purpose!" Adam replies with his fingers crossed.

-

"You never told me we were going to the Moon Dad!" Vaggie yells, clinging to her father's back as they made their way outside.

"Well, you know me. Always keeping it a surprise." Adam laughs.

Once outside, Adam raises his hand quickly creates a portal to the Moon. Vaggie clung tighter to Adam's back, her fingers digging into his cassock. Adam chuckled softly, his hand steady as he stood before the swirling portal. The gold and white vortex shimmered, casting a strange light over the pair.

"Don't worry, it's not like we’re staying long." Adam says with a mischievous tone underlying his voice.

"Wait, what does that mean?" Vaggie asks, confused.

Without another word, Adam gathers angelic power in his hands and casts it around him, enveloping himself and Vaggie in a soft golden glow. He then steps through the portal he creates, the sensation of being weightless hitting them both immediately as they emerged on the other side. The Moon’s surface stretched out before them, a vast expanse of white and gray beneath a sky filled with countless stars. Vaggie gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the breathtaking sight before her.

Looking to the side, the Earth gleamed like a distant gem, suspended against the blackness of space. Vaggie loosened her grip slightly, her awe overtaking her.

"Whoa ..." she breathed, the sight of the Earth leaving her speechless for a moment. "It's so beautiful."

Adam smiled softly, watching her reaction. "Yeah, it really is, isn’t it? You get a whole new perspective up here." He turned his gaze back to the vast lunar landscape. "It's almost like as if the disease on Earth isn't spreading at all."

Vaggie nodded, still mesmerized by the view. "I'm glad we came here."

"Good, enjoy it while you can Vagasaurus." Adam chuckles.

"Hm?" Vaggie glances at her father, a questioning look in her eye.

"You'll see." Adam says cryptically.

Adam squints his eyes at the Earth. Unlike Vaggie who looked at the Earth in amazement, Adam seemed to be calculating and studying it. His mind turning with thoughts and plans.

"Alright! I've got it!" Adam exclaims as he pulls Vaggie close to him. "Ready Vaggie?"

"Ready!?" Vaggie asks, confused. "Ready for what!?"

"Just a game." Adam sheepishly says. "A jumping game!"

Holding Vaggie tightly to him, Adam starts jumping up and down, each jump sending them higher into the air, their feet kicking off the lunar surface with increasing force. The first jump sends them soaring a few feet into the air, leaving small clouds of lunar dust in their wake. Vaggie looks confused, her arms instinctively tightening around Adam's neck.

"Dad! What are you doing!?" Vaggie yells, her voice panicked.

"Trust me, Vaggie," Adam responds, grinning as they ascend even higher with each successive jump. "It's an adventure!"

With angelic power gathered in his legs, the final leap launched them into the stars. Vaggie looked down in disbelief as the Moon shrank beneath them. They were weightless again, the dark expanse of space stretching all around. Ahead, the Earth loomed larger and larger, its swirling clouds and vast oceans glistening in the sunlight.

"Dad!?" Vaggie cries out, her panic growing.

"Woohoo!" Adam exclaims, his own excitement and adrenaline starting to pick up.

"You're insane!" Vaggie screamed, but there was laughter in her voice.

As they hurtled toward Earth, the atmosphere began to glow faintly around them, the friction of reentry beginning to build. Adam adjusted their trajectory effortlessly, guiding them through space as if it were second nature. The warmth of their angelic aura shielded them, creating a bubble of protection from the harshness of reentry. Vaggie laughed as the thrill of the descent overwhelmed her, her fingers digging into Adam's shoulders.

"Brace for impact, Vagasaurus!" Adam calls out.

Ahead, the landmasses came into view. The air around them screamed with the heat of reentry, but Adam’s laughter rang out, clear and fearless. Vaggie tightened her hold on him, her initial panic dissolving into pure adrenaline as they cut through the sky like meteors, the vast continent of Europe sprawled out beneath them. She could see the greens and browns of forests and plains, and the deep blue veins of rivers threading through the land.

"Hold on!" Adam shouted over the roar of the atmosphere, his eyes twinkling with exhilaration.

Adam steered their descent toward a quiet countryside, far from any cities or towns. The wind whipped around them in a dizzying blur, but Vaggie’s trust in her father kept her calm.

Just before they hit the ground, Adam flared his wings wide, their golden glow bursting outward. The impact was softer than Vaggie expected. They landed with a gentle thud in the middle of a sprawling meadow, wildflowers dotting the lush green landscape. Vaggie blinked, her heart still pounding from the wild ride.

Vaggie stood for a moment, dazed and a little disoriented. She was surprised by how quickly her surroundings had changed. "What the hell Dad!?"

"Oops, looks like while jumping, WE jumped too high and escaped the Moon's gravity and just so happen to crash onto Earth!" Adam chuckles, not a single scratch or blemish on his body. "And it just so happens that we landed in Europe where I've deduced that the disease originated from. What a total coincidence!"

Vaggie's mouth fell open. She stares at her father in disbelief, her arms still trembling slightly from the adrenaline rush. "You can't be serious!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. "You planned that?"

Adam grinned mischievously, shrugging in that carefree way he always did. "Planned? Nah. It was totally an accident." he said with a wink, brushing some imaginary dust off his cassock. "Your Grandma said we can't go to Earth but well ... accidents happen."

Vaggie rolled her eyes.

Now, what she should do is contact Sera, Aclima or Lute and let them know of their ... accident. But knowing her father ...

"You chose to take me because I wouldn't rat you out, didn't you?" Vaggie asked, narrowing her eyes at her father.

"Yes, and I was correct, wasn't I?" Adam says with a grin.

Vaggie sighed, her expression softening. "Yeah, you were." She smiled despite herself, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I knew I could count on my Vagasaurus!" Adam says, picking her up and kissing her cheek. "Now, lets go! We'll be back in Heaven before you know it and your Grandma will be none the wiser."

"Go where?" Vaggie asked as she climbed onto his back.

"To go find the man in white."

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Bee: Was that a shooting star?

Chapter 94: Lurking in Rot

Summary:

Adam finally discovers the town where the Black Death originates from.

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All around the Hell Trio, the streets were littered with the sick as they walked through the city. People lay in the gutters, their faces pale and their breaths shallow, bodies twisted with agony as the plague ravaged through their veins. The once vibrant city had become a mass graveyard, thick with the stench of death and decay. Cries for mercy filled the air, but none of them paid attention.

Lilith sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose at the thick stench. Her revulsion was barely hidden as she nudged a corpse arm out of her way with the toe of her shoe.
"This is grotesque." Lilith muttered, her face twisting into disgust as some of the sick tried reaching for her, pleading for help.

"You say that as if the sinners in hell are any better." Eve chuckles, her hand swatting a dying man away from her.

"Look, the last thing I need is for their drool, snot or whatever else is leaking out of their body to touch me." Lilith replies with a look of utter revulsion on her face. "I'm trying to look my best here."

"I don't get why you two are so concerned with how you look." Lucifer says as he strides confidently ahead, not a single hint of unease or concern in his voice.

"Aren't you worried? Adam could literally show up at any moment and first impressions are everything!" Lilith retorts, her hand brushing some dust off her dress.

"You two first impressions are already down the toilet." Eve snickers. "I don't think it's going to get much worse."

Lucifer rolls his eyes and continues his confident march forward, his hands behind his back as his gaze scans the streets. He takes a deep breath and sighs.

"I do hope that Adam arrives soon. I'm quickly getting bored of the scenery." Lucifer says with a pout. "At least in Egypt, we could tan ourselves."

"How much longer do we have to wait!? We're literally wiping out a huge portion of the population and Adam still isn't getting the message." Lilith groans.

"Relax Lilith, only a couple of million have died so far and there are HUNDREDS of millions." Lucifer chuckles. "Give it time."

-

While it only had been an hour or two at most since he and Vaggie had arrived on Earth, he felt like he was on borrowed time. Every minute spent roaming felt like a countdown, the ticking clock looming overhead. Fortunately, he was making progress on where the disease originated from. The closer he got to the source, the more villages he passed, each more sick and decrepit than the last.

Riding horseback, the two had been traveling down a winding road that cut through the rolling hills, passing the occasional abandoned wagon or discarded bundle of clothes. Bodies littered the ground, bloated and covered in flies.

Vaggie was accustomed to death thanks to her job as an Exorcist but to see that state of someone after their death unnerved her. The sight of decaying bodies, their skin stretched tight over bones or bloated with rot, was not something one could grow fully numb to.

Their bodies were nothing like Harper's where Heaven's power kept her body from decaying. She clenched the reins of her horse, her eyes narrowing as they passed yet another lifeless body discarded like trash along the road.

"This place ..." she muttered, her voice tinged with unease. "It's like death chased every last one of them down."

Adam, believing in Vaggie's innocence, assumed that her revulsion stemmed from a lack of exposure and experience. He slightly regrets bringing her with him and wonders if he made the right decision.

"Just focus on the road. We'll find the man in white, have a little talk and then we'll be home." Adam says, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Though in truth, he had no idea what to say to this man once he meets him.

Vaggie sighed softly, her gaze remaining fixed on the road ahead. "Right."

They rode onward, the afternoon sun beating down on them, casting long shadows across the landscape. Adam's gaze roamed, taking in the desolation around him. Every house they passed had its door wide open, a sure sign of the plague. He could see the bodies inside, their limbs contorted and their faces twisted in agony.

The path wound further into the heart of the land, every turn revealing more devastation. An oppressive silence had settled over the area, punctuated only by the buzzing of flies and the distant cawing of crows. Each house seemed to tell the same grim story, a family trapped and consumed by the sickness that lingered like a curse.

As they reached a hilltop, Adam pulled his horse to a stop, gazing down at the valley below. In the distance, he spots a town and the devastation was evident even from here. A murder of crows circled over the town, their cawing echoing in the otherwise quiet landscape.

"That must be where it all started." Adam mutters, squinting his eyes.

"Would the man in white still stay in the town considering what has happened? Maybe he too had succumbed to the disease." Vaggie suggests, also staring at the town.

"Perhaps, but there is only one way to find out." Adam says, urging their horse forward.

-

"I'm so bored Belphie!" Beelzebub whines, laying on the ground as she munches on some ribs.

"Just keep stuffing your face like you always do." Belphegor grumbles as she continued to scan her surroundings.

"There is only so much comfort I can find in food right now." Beelzebub groans, her stomach endlessly rumbling.

Belphegor rolled her eyes and gave Beelzebub a light nudge with her foot. "Then why don't you go hunt down whatever vermin are still alive like before? Maybe you'll find something more exciting than the ribs you've gnawed down to the bone."

Beelzebub sat up, feigning hurt. "It’s not my fault I have to keep myself entertained while we wait." She tossed the stripped bone aside and stretched, yawning. "Besides, those farm animals were already dying when I ... "mercy" killed them. Their meat was payment for me ending their suffering."

"Whatever you say." Belphegor grumbled, giving her a glare.

As Beelzebub licked her fingers clean, she turned her gaze towards the direction of the town before coming to a sudden realization. "Oh fuck! Does this mean I'm infected too!?"

"You've been eating them for a few years and only now you ask that?" Belphegor groans.

"Yeah, well, it just came to mind now." Beelzebub shrugged, licking her teeth.

"If you weren't dead, you'd be dead by now." Belphegor says. "This disease only affects mortals."

Beelzebub nodded slowly, satisfied with that answer.

The distant sounds of hooves alerts Belphegor and she quickly perks up. Turning her attention towards the sound, she squints her eyes and focuses. She spots a horse galloping its way towards the town with two riders upon its back.

"Adam." Belphegor whispers, her eyes narrowing.

"Adam!?" Beelzebub exclaims, sitting upright and turning to face Belphegor. "He's here!?"

"Oh yes." Belphegor grins. "Fucking finally."

Hearing Adam’s name from Belphegor’s lips, Beelzebub broke into a wide grin, her hunger for excitement suddenly outshining her hunger for food. She dusted herself off, standing beside Belphegor as they both fixed their gaze on the approaching horse.

"Finally, our patience is rewarded," Belphegor murmured, her smirk growing sharper. "And he’s not alone, it seems."

Beelzebub squinted, recognizing the smaller figure clinging to Adam. “That’s ... his daughter, isn’t it?”

"Yeah, Vaggie. I recognize her." Belphegor remarked. "She was there when I first tried weed."

"Weed?"

"Oh yeah." Belphegor chuckles. "It was a good day."

As the pair drew nearer, the two Sins could make out their features clearly. Belphegor could see the tension in Vaggie's eyes and the determination in Adam's. Beelzebub chuckled, her anticipation building. Turning their sights back to the town, they dreaded what was coming in the opposite direction.

The Hell Trio were en route. Fortunately, they have yet to take notice of Adam's arrival.

"Fuck." Belphegor mutters. "I don't like the looks of this. Quick Bee, take this!"

Belphegor hands her a vial of black liquid with a swirl of gold. Beelzebub stared at the vial curiously, her gaze shifting between the approaching rider and the vial in her hand.

"What is this?" Beelzebub asks.

"Its the disease mixed with Lucifer's blood. Just somehow apply it on Adam, make him drink it or get him infected in anyway." Belphegor orders.

"But you just said this disease doesn't affect us!" Beelzebub argues, gesturing to the vial.

"This is the only that can because I used Lucifer's blood as the base!" Belphegor argues. "Be careful with it cause it can affect us too. I'll go distract the Hell Trio while you infect Adam!"

"You never told me we would be infecting Adam!" Beelzebub whines, clutching the vial tightly.

"You want Adam in hell, don't you?"

"... Yes?"

"Then infect him and drag his ass down to Hell with you!" Belphegor barks as she turns back to the direction of the Hell Trio. "His daughter should be easy to deal with."

Beelzebub suddenly finds a lump in her throat. She clutched the vial, feeling the weight of her task settle in. She’d waited so long to see Adam again, but infecting him with something so dangerous felt wrong, even if it meant having him in Hell with her. Part of her wanted to smash the vial right then and there, but Belphegor’s words echoed in her mind.

You want Adam in Hell, don't you?

It was a hard question, with an answer she was still wrestling to find.

Beelzebub took a shaky breath, her fingers running over the cold glass of the vial. A conflicted frown darkened her face as she watched Adam and Vaggie approach the town, Adam's eyes scanning the buildings with steely determination. She felt the anticipation pulsing in her chest, but that little voice in her mind kept nagging at her.

Would she really bring harm to Adam, even in pursuit of a plan that meant he’d be by her side? The mere thought of him falling sick under her influence—suffering because of her—was almost too much to bear. She didn't want to hurt him; she left Heaven because she couldn't stand seeing him hurt by her.

And now?

"Damn it." Beelzebub muttered under her breath.

Belphegor was already gone, leaving Beelzebub to make her decision.

Was she really prepared to betray her feelings and go through with this?

Holding the vial tightly, Beelzebub felt a surge of doubt mingling with her longing to be with Adam. She stared at it, the swirling dark liquid almost daring her to act. Her mind raced with what-ifs, the possible outcomes spiraling into visions she couldn’t easily shake.

Yes, she wanted Adam by her side.

His love and his cooking, his soft hair and his gentle smile, his touch and his warmth.

She wanted to wake up with him by her side.

To hear his laughter and watch him as he slept.

To hold him.

Kiss him.

Be with him.

TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

But more than anything, she wanted Adam to be happy.

Her gaze shifted from the vial, to the town, to the distant figure of Adam riding closer and closer. Her eyes burned with tears, the emotions inside her bubbling over. She was torn, unsure of what to do.

If she went through with this she could finally have Adam close, maybe even just within reach of the life she’d dreamed of. But she could see the other side just as clearly—he would suffer, and for what? To live in a place where she had to constantly be vigilant against her fellow Sins and the Hell Trio? Worrying for days on end about his safety?

Not to mention the possibility of him resenting her for even going through with this.

Inhaling deeply, Beelzebub closed her eyes, clutching the vial so hard her knuckles whitened. Her mind churned with the memory of why she left Heaven in the first place, the reason she had distanced herself: she couldn’t bear to be the source of Adam’s suffering, then or now. To see him in pain because of her again would be unbearable.

And yet, this may be her only chance—her only chance to have him close, to share even a shadow of the life she wanted with him. She stood there, feeling time crawl as she weighed the vial in her hand. The dark liquid inside seemed to pulse, almost alive, as though it were tempting her, promising an easy solution. She closed her eyes and forced herself to imagine the consequences fully: Adam weak and suffering, looking at her with hurt and betrayal, all because she chose to infect him and take him to hell.

But her imagination quickly changed and she could see Adam in hell, his strong and kind presence bending even the darkest forces around him, reshaping them into something softer. She saw herself at his side, laughter on his lips and warmth in his eyes. She could picture him cooking for her again, the scents of food filling the bleakness of Hell, giving it a strange, comforting glow. In this vision, he was happy—somehow, against all odds, he was content, even if they were far from Heaven.
A reality where she wasn't hungry.

She felt a pang in her chest, one that grew as she saw Adam drawing closer. Her fingers tightened around the vial, and a tear slipped down her cheek as she weighed her heart.

Was she willing to sacrifice Adam's happiness for her own?

But she could make him happy, right?

...

"Adam!"

-

As the Hell Trio neared the entrance to the town, they were stopped by an unexpected visitor.

"Belphegor!?" Eve exclaims, surprised at the Sin's sudden appearance.

Belphegor folded her arms, feigning nonchalance as she blocked their path.

"I was wondering if the three of you had infected yourselves or something." Belphegor chuckles, leaning against a fencepost. "You guys have been missing from hell for quite some time now."

"As you can see," Lilith gestures around her, the ruins of the once vibrant town. "We've been busy."

"So I see." Belphegor smirks. "Any who, it's been a couple of years now and I honestly doubt Adam will come so maybe its time to call it quits?"

"You underestimate the love he has for humanity." Lucifer chuckles. "I'm confident he will show up soon."

"And I think you're overestimating the love he has for humanity." Belphegor retorts. "Besides, if he really loved them, he would have shown up a long time ago."

"Are you trying to insinuate that my Adam has changed?" Eve asks, her tone taking on an edge.

To imply that Adam had changed would mean that there was a possibility that Adam had fallen out of love with her.

WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE!

Belphegor knew better than to challenge Eve head-on with Lucifer around, so she shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just saying, people grow and change. Maybe Adam isn't as ... motivated as he used to be." She raised an eyebrow at Eve, testing her patience, hoping to buy Beelzebub a little more time.

"Why are you even here Belphegor?" Lilith asked, eyeing the Sin curiously. "To find you outside of your lab is very unusual."

"Well, is it wrong for me to come check out my handiwork?" Belphegor defensively replies. "I just came out here to admire my work. I can't help it if the three of you were also here."

The trio's gaze was suspicious, but they didn't question Belphegor further.

"Well, it doesn't matter, we're on our usual walk around the town when you showed up." Lilith shrugs, continuing her walk forward. "Now, if you excuse us-"

"Wait!" Belphegor shouts, her expression turning serious.

"What is it Belphegor?" Eve asks with a look of annoyance on her face.

Belphegor was starting to sweat nervously. She couldn't stall forever and the Hell Trio would certainly figure her out soon.

"Um ..." Belphegor mutters, searching her mind for an excuse.

"Well?" Eve asks, raising an eyebrow.

"The ... The weather's great today isn't it?" Belphegor nervously chuckles, scratching the back of her neck.

The trio gave her an incredulous look before simply brushing past her, leaving her behind.

"Fuck." Belphegor whispers to herself. "Bee better not mess up."

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Next on BP: Bee's choice.

Chapter 95: Sin’s Reunion

Summary:

Bee makes a choice.

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Dismounting from their horse once they were near the town, Adam and Vaggie continued on foot towards the town. But before they reached the town, an unexpected familiar figure emerged from the nearby bushes, startling the two.

"Adam!"

"Bee!?" Adam exclaims in surprise, his eyes widening.

Vaggie was immediately on high alert, her hand reaching for her dagger as her eyes narrowed at Beelzebub.

"Bee! I haven't seen you in ages!" Adam excitedly exclaims, running over to her and pulling her into a hug.

Beelzebub froze for a moment, surprised by Adam’s hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, her face softening as she embraced him tightly. She could feel the weight of the vial pressing against her, the dark liquid still tucked in her grip, but for now, she pushed the thought aside. Her heart raced, and she found herself unwilling to let go.

How she had missed this warmth, this feeling of being near him. The years melted away in that moment, leaving her clinging to him as if nothing had changed.

And the hunger!

The hunger was subsiding!

"Where have you been!? Mom told me that you left to do some "soul-searching" and then you just disappeared." Adam says, pulling away. "Did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"Um ..." Beelzebub was at a loss for words, her grip on the vial tightening. "You see -"

"Dad!" Vaggie pulls Adam away, positioning herself between him and Beelzebub. "Get behind me!"

"Vaggie? What are you -" Adam blinks, confused.

Unlike Adam, Vaggie knew what Beelzebub was. As part of the Exorcists, she recognized her as one of the Sins in hell, however, unlike the other Sins, Beelzebub's fall and subsequently being declared a Sin was kept secret from Adam. Sera had decided that if he learnt of her fall, he may try to visit her and get himself into trouble.

"Oh right! You two never met before!" Adam chuckles, pulling Vaggie to his side. "Beelzebub, this is my daughter, Vaggie."

Beelzebub tries to put on her most non-threatening smile, though she had a feeling it wasn't working. "Uh, nice to meet you, Vaggie."

Vaggie kept her stance firm, her eyes narrowing at Beelzebub with distrust. She wasn’t fooled by the friendly introduction. Adam might see her as the friend he remembered, but Vaggie saw someone far more dangerous—a Sin cloaked in innocence.

"Sorry about this Bee. Just with everything that has happened recently with this disease has everyone on edge." Adam apologizes. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh you know, duties and all." Beelzebub shrugs, keeping her tone light. "Sera sent me to investigate this disease."

"She did!?" Adam asks, surprised.

With how much he had pleaded to Sera and the others during their council meeting to intervene, he didn't think they would do so. But to hear that they did was a pleasant surprise.

Beelzebub quickly realized the opportunity her lie had created and leaned into it, hoping it would buy her the time she needed to sort through her own conflicted feelings.

"Yeah, she was concerned about the sudden influx of souls too." she said, trying to sound casual. “I mean, you know how she is—doesn’t want to risk getting her feathers ruffled if this turns out to be something serious. So she sent me down to investigate.”

Adam’s face softened, clearly relieved to know that at least someone else from Heaven was willing to step in and investigate. "That's ... that's actually great to hear." he murmured. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, then glanced down at Vaggie, whose tense expression hadn’t changed.

For Vaggie, this situation was not ideal. She hadn't expect that they would meet a Sin in their adventure, and even more so, she didn't want her father anywhere near the Sin. If one Sin was here, the chances of there being another was high. She could only hope that Lucifer wasn't one of them.

"We should go Dad." Vaggie mutters, tugging Adam's arm.

"Go? No way!" Adam exclaims, pulling his arm free. "With Bee here, maybe we can finally find the man in white!"

"Man in white?" Beelzebub blinks, caught off guard.

"Yeah, apparently, he is the reason that the newly arrived winners think that Heaven is the source of the disease." Adam explains. "Heaven's retribution for their sinful ways."

For a moment, Beelzebub considers telling Adam the truth about the Hell Trio’s involvement. She opened her mouth, feeling the urge to warn him about Lucifer, Eve, and Lilith's scheme and the true nature of the disease. But as the words hovered on her lips, her mind whirred with the possible consequences.

But despite how long apart they've been, the look of determination in his eyes was one she knew all too well. If he told her of their involvement, he'll no doubt double down on his search for the Hell Trio and put himself in danger. And with Vaggie being the only one to protect him, Beelzebub doubted she could keep him safe.

USE THE VIAL!

...

She could use the vial on him right now.

Infect him and take him with her.

Vaggie won't be able to stop her.

Heaven would blame the Hell Trio.

...

But she couldn't do it.

She couldn't hurt Adam.

Her mind screamed at her to act, the opportunity dangling in front of her, tempting her. She felt the glass warm in her grip, as if the disease itself were urging her to act. Her mind reeled with the vision she had imagined before, where she could be with him, his warm embrace, soft kisses and love a promise that life would somehow, impossibly, be alright.

A life where she didn't have to constantly feel hungry.

"Bee?" Adam's voice snapped her back to the present, his gaze filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I ..." Beelzebub stuttered, the pressure of her decision weighing on her. She could feel the lump growing in her throat, her hands clammy as her heart raced. Her mind felt jumbled, thoughts colliding with each other, and she struggled to breathe.

Vaggie took notice of Beelzebub arms tightening around something in her hands, and a spark of alarm flashed through her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but her instincts screamed at her that it was dangerous. Her protective instincts flared up, and she took a firm step forward, positioning herself defensively in front of Adam.

“What’s that?” Vaggie demanded, her voice edged with suspicion.

Beelzebub froze, suddenly all too aware of the vial in her grip. She could feel its chilling weight, as though it held every ounce of her own hesitation and longing. Swallowing hard, she forced a smile, hoping to keep up her charade.

“Oh, this?” She held it up casually, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just a little ... drink. You know.”

Adam nodded, seeming to take her at her word, though Vaggie’s glare remained unyielding. Her sharp gaze flitted from Beelzebub’s face to the vial in her hand, mistrust written clearly on her face.

Adam, sensing the tension between the two, placed a reassuring hand on Vaggie’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Vaggie. Bee’s always been a little ... quirky.”

"Quirky!?" Beelzebub scoffs.

"Yeah, quirky." Adam chuckles. "Anyway, let's work together to find the man in white!"

In this moment, Beelzebub made her decision.

"You need to leave Adam. You and Vaggie." Beelzebub says seriously, tucking the vial back into her pocket.

"What!? No way Bee!" Adam shakes his head. "If anything, I have a better chance with you helping us!"

"Sera tasked me with investigating this disease." Beelzebub lies, hoping it will be enough to convince Adam. "You don't need to get involved."

"But if we work together-"

"No, you two need to leave."

"Dad, let's go." Vaggie insists, pulling him away.

"Bee, please ..." Adam begs, his voice growing desperate.

"Just listen to me Adam! You have to leave!" Beelzebub pleads.

"NO!" Adam shouts, startling her. "My descendants -"

Before Adam could continue, someone else had slammed into him.

"BESTIE!"

-

"Really, the weather is pretty nice!" Belphegor chuckles nervously, trying to stall the Hell Trio as they continued walking unimpeded. "Maybe you should walk the other direction! Yeah, I think that's a good idea. How about you go back-"

Belphegor was cut off by a shout coming from a distance away.

"Quirky!?"

"Is that Beelzebub?" Lilith mutters, recognizing her voice.

Hearing Beelzebub’s voice, Lucifer, Eve, and Lilith stopped in their tracks, their gazes shifting toward the direction of the shout.

“Yes.” Lucifer replied, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “And it sounds like she isn't alone.”

"First Belphegor and now Beelzebub?" Eve muttered, glancing between the voices and Belphegor. "Who is next? Satan?"

Belphegor tried to force a smile, throwing her hands up in a dismissive gesture. "She’s just here for ... field research! Yes, she’s been helping me do research on how diseases spread. She’s very thorough, you know."

"Beelzebub? Really?" Lilith raised an eyebrow, her suspicion sharpening. "You're a horrible liar, Belphegor."

Lucifer and Eve glanced at each other, both having come to the same conclusion.

"Can you watch her, Lilith? We'll go see what Bee is up to." Lucifer instructs, placing a gentle kiss on Lilith's forehead.

Lilith smiles and nods, her eyes flickering with interest as she watched Lucifer and Eve head in Beelzebub's direction.

Belphegor gritted her teeth, frustration bubbling up inside her as her plan unraveled. She tried to step forward, to call out and distract them again, but Lilith’s gaze bore into her, holding her in place. Lilith folded her arms, a smirk playing at her lips.

"Go on, Belphegor." Lilith said, her tone laced with mocking amusement. "Tell me more about this ‘field research.’ I’m curious."

Meanwhile, Lucifer and Eve moved quickly toward the sound of Beelzebub’s voice. They arrived just in time to witness Beelzebub holding Adam’s shoulders, her expression desperate as she urged him to leave. Adam, however, looked both confused and defiant, his determination unshaken.

Eve was the first to be shocked. There stood the love of her life, the one that she had waited centuries for. His appearance now took her by surprise and for a few moments, she could only stare, her heart racing with a mix of disbelief and joy. It felt surreal to see him again after all this time, standing right there, so close she could almost touch him. A flood of memories, of moments they had shared in Eden, washed over her, and her usual sharpness dulled, replaced by a vulnerable longing that she tried to suppress.

Lucifer, however, was not so stunned. Instead, he was quick to act, fearful of losing this golden opportunity. Unfurling his wings, he launched himself into the air, shooting forward like a rocket and closing the gap between himself and Adam in an instant.

"My descendants -"

"BESTIE!"

Lucifer collided with Adam, arms open wide, tackling him in an embrace that nearly sent both of them sprawling. Adam staggered but kept his footing, barely able to process the sudden impact before he found himself trapped in Lucifer’s grip. Vaggie and Beelzebub looked on in shock, unable to react fast enough to the chaotic scene unfolding before them.

"I knew it!" Vaggie screamed, unsheathing her dagger, pointing it at Beelzebub. "You're with them!"

"No! I -"

Vaggie quickly took the air as a tree log came soaring at her, narrowly missing her. Turning her attention towards the direction the log came from, she spotted Eve dusting her hands.

"You're one of Aclima's, aren't you?" Eve says, her eyes narrowing at Vaggie. "At least you don't look like a knock-off of that bitch!"

"You don't get to talk about my sister that way!" Vaggie says as she dives forward with her dagger.

-

Adam's initial surprise morphed quickly into alarm, then anger. With a sharp exhale, he wrestled himself free from Lucifer’s hold, shoving his former friend back with surprising force. Lucifer stumbled, catching himself just in time, eyes wide with astonishment. Adam’s strength was a shock, far greater than what he remembered from their time in Egypt.

He was strong then, but now, he was stronger.

Recovering, Lucifer straightened, an odd, almost hurt smile lingering on his face as he met Adam’s fierce glare. Without hesitation, Adam clenched his fists and lunged, throwing a punch filled with angelic power aimed straight at Lucifer’s face. The blow connected, sending Lucifer reeling back with a burst of energy that lit up the twilight.

"Wow Adam!" Lucifer laughs, wiping the blood from his nose. "That actually hurt a little."

"So you're the bastard in white! The reason my descendants are sick and dying!" Adam growls, his anger growing.

"Is that what they are calling me? That's not a very flattering name." Lucifer chuckles.

Adam's patience had already run out. He swung another punch, which Lucifer sidestepped easily, his grin never faltering. Lucifer's dodge was smooth, his wings flicking back just in time to evade Adam's fist. But Adam was relentless, pressing forward, each step thudding heavily against the ground.

“You’ve grown stronger, Bestie!” Lucifer remarked, a hint of surprise slipping into his voice as he took another blow that forced him back.

Lucifer can only imagine how much it would take to tame such raw power in bed.

Around them, trees snapped like matchsticks, branches cracking as Lucifer staggered back into them. Adam advanced, his fists raining down like hammers. He gripped one of the broken tree limbs, swinging it with a force that cracked against Lucifer’s guard. Splinters flew as Lucifer barely managed to deflect the makeshift club, but even so, the blow sent him stumbling.

“All this death, all this suffering, AND FOR WHAT!?” Adam screamed, his anger palpable.

Lucifer regained his balance, wings flaring behind him as he raised his hands in mock surrender. “I would call but you know, no halo.” Lucifer cheekily replied.

“You bastard!” Adam snarled, charging forward. He swept up a boulder from the ground and hurled it at Lucifer. “You are the most hated being in all of creation!"

Lucifer rolled aside, the boulder crashing against the ground where he’d stood moments before, scattering rocks and dust. As he got up, he reached out, summoning a surge of his own power. He clenched his fist, causing the earth beneath Adam’s feet to tremble, roots snaking up to bind his ankles. Adam’s reaction was immediate; he tore through them with a raw surge of energy.

"So the disease may have been a little overkill but hey, it got you here didn't it?" Lucifer chuckles, his voice taunting.

"They're dying!" Adam shouts, exasperated by the lack of remorse Lucifer had. "You are killing my descendants and you don't even care!"

"Oh come on Adam, the population isn't gonna suffer that much!" Lucifer brushes off. "Besides, they're like a dime a dozen, just wait a couple of years and they'll pop right back up."

"You sick fuck!" Adam flies forward, aiming a fist at Lucifer's head.

Lucifer's grin never left his face. He sidesteps Adam's punch and grabs on to the hem of his cassock before twirling, using the momentum to toss Adam far. As Adam soared through the air, Lucifer fired off a ray of dark energy that struck him in the chest. The blast threw Adam into one of the many stone buildings in the town, collapsing a portion of the roof on him.

-

Vaggie held her dagger tight, her heart pounding as she faced off against Eve. Every instinct in her screamed caution, knowing Eve’s reputation from Aclima’s teachings and Lute's experience. Vaggie knew her enemy well: Eve was powerful, skilled, and deeply unhinged.

Eve sneered, moving into a fighting stance. “You’re what my so-called daughter has been training all these years?”

Believing that Eve is underestimating her, Vaggie leaped forward with her dagger, striking swiftly. Eve sidestepped, her movements fluid and precise, her eyes gleaming with a cool amusement. Vaggie was thrown off by Eve’s calmness—Aclima had trained her to expect rage, a relentless fury from Eve. But instead, Eve looked entirely in control, as though she were barely exerting herself.

"Is that all you've got?" Eve taunted, her voice calm, even amused. "Did Aclima even train you? I expected something a little more ... passionate. Like what's her name ... Lute, I think?"

Vaggie gritted her teeth, feeling her frustration rise. Eve's lack of intensity was unnerving, a silent taunt in itself. Eve moved with a lethal elegance, effortlessly parrying Vaggie’s strikes, her gaze cold and calculating. Every attack Vaggie launched was met with a controlled, almost dismissive deflection.

While Vaggie's skills were not something to scoff at, she fails to realize was that she lacked the one advantage her sisters had over her.

She looked nothing like Aclima.

Without that advantage, Eve had no reason to let her emotions boil over. Unlike her encounters with Aclima or Lute, whose very presence seemed to stir up Eve’s deeply buried resentment and rage, Vaggie’s attacks were met with an almost cold indifference. Eve wasn’t angry—she was simply efficient, calculating, and focused solely on disarming her opponent.

Vaggie’s every move was met with Eve’s effortless dodges and counters. Vaggie knew she had to shift her approach, to find some way to use the environment to her advantage. Darting back, she took in the surroundings: stone buildings lined the narrow street, old wooden barrels lay scattered nearby, and the town well stood a few yards away. She quickly devised a plan, her mind racing as she tried to anticipate Eve’s next move.

Eve raised an eyebrow, watching Vaggie with a hint of amusement. “Let's just get this over with. Adam is waiting for me and I need you alive for insurance.”

Ignoring the taunt, Vaggie seized one of the barrels and launched it in Eve’s direction. The barrel crashed against the ground, shattering and splattering the muddy contents everywhere. Eve stepped aside, avoiding most of the debris, but the distraction gave Vaggie enough time to move in close. She slashed with her dagger, aiming for Eve’s shoulder, but Eve leaned back, grabbing Vaggie’s wrist and twisting it.

With a wince, Vaggie fought against Eve’s grip, feeling her arm strain under the pressure. Desperation flared within her, and she swung her leg up, kicking Eve in the shin. Eve’s expression shifted briefly, a flicker of irritation crossing her face, but she didn’t release her grip.

Instead, Eve used the force of Vaggie’s kick to pull her off balance, spinning her around and shoving her against a wall. Vaggie’s back hit the stone hard, knocking the air out of her lungs. She struggled to regain her breath as Eve approached, an unsettling calm in her gaze.

Vaggie gritted her teeth, refusing to back down. Her fingers closed around a loose stone on the ground, and without hesitation, she hurled it at Eve’s face. Eve ducked, but it bought Vaggie the moment she needed to slip out of reach and sprint toward the well.

Eve’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Is that it?"

Vaggie positioned herself near the well, the stone rim solid and sturdy. She took a defensive stance, her dagger poised. Eve circled around, her movements graceful and measured, as if enjoying the chase. Vaggie could see Eve’s mind working, calculating every possible move she might make.

In a swift movement, Eve lunged forward, aiming to disarm Vaggie. Vaggie twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding Eve’s grasp. She swung her dagger in a wide arc, forcing Eve to step back momentarily. But Eve’s composure remained unshaken. She adjusted her stance, her gaze never leaving Vaggie.

Realizing she couldn’t overpower Eve directly, Vaggie decided to change tactics. She retreated until her back was against the well, feigning a cornered stance. Eve smirked, clearly seeing Vaggie’s act as desperation.

“Good! You've finally given up.” Eve taunted, taking deliberate steps closer.

As Eve moved in, Vaggie sprang her trap. With one swift motion, she used her weight to push herself up onto the well’s edge, gaining the high ground. She kicked out, aiming to knock Eve off balance. Eve sidestepped, but Vaggie’s maneuver forced her to back away, giving Vaggie a split second to regain control of the situation.

Vaggie leaped down, aiming to drive her dagger down at Eve, but Eve caught her wrist mid-air and twisted it, causing the dagger to slip from Vaggie’s grip and clatter to the ground.

Eve smirked, but her amusement quickly turned to surprise as Vaggie, undeterred, used her free hand to grab a fistful of dirt and throw it into Eve’s eyes.

"My eyes!" Eve hisses in pain.

Eve recoiled, momentarily blinded, and Vaggie took the opportunity to retrieve her dagger. She lunged forward, using every ounce of her strength to drive the blade toward Eve’s side. Fortunately, she finds her mark, and the blade sinks deep into Eve's side, a pained gasp escaping her.

Vaggie felt the warm rush of blood as the blade plunged through flesh and muscle, her heart pounding with adrenaline. She didn't give Eve a chance to recover. She yanked the blade free, ignoring the blood that spattered across her face, and brought the blade down again. Instead, Eve grabbed Vaggie's wrist, her grip like iron, and twisted her arm painfully.

For the first time, Vaggie saw a flicker of annoyance in Eve’s gaze, a hint that her calm exterior was starting to crack. But Eve’s strength was undeniable. She lifts Vaggie up effortlessly and swings her in a one-hundred and eighty degree arc overhead, slamming her down into the ground.

Stars flashed across Vaggie's vision as her body made contact with the hard-packed dirt, pain exploding across her back and shoulders. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, but Eve wasn’t finished. Eve knelt down to pick up the dagger and slams Vaggie into a wall, holding the tip of the dagger near her right eye.

"You know what they say." Eve says with her reddened eyes from the dirt.

"AN EYE FOR AN EYE!"

-

"Ummm ... should we go see what all that noise is?" Belphegor says, uncomfortable with the silence.

"No." Lilith says, her voice laced with irritation. "They can handle themselves."

"... If you say so." Belphegor says with a frown.

Lilith sighed, her patience wearing thin. She had brought Belphegor a good distance away from the town so as to ensure that Belphegor didn't disturb the others. But with the racket coming from the town, Lilith can't help but wonder what the hell was going on.

"So are you going to talk?" Lilith demands, her sharp gaze fixed on Belphegor.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I think my ear popped." Belphegor says with a chuckle.

"Ugh." Lilith groaned.

Hopefully Eve and Lucifer will return soon with good news.

Notes:

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Chapter 96: Eye For An Eye

Summary:

Eye for an eye.

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Chapter Text

He needs to calm down.

"Bestie!"

His anger is not helping him.

"Are you under here Bestie?"

He's being reckless.

"Where are you hiding!?"

He needs to remember his training with Michael.

"Do you need mouth to mouth? I'm more than happy to provide it!"

Focus.

After falling into this building, Adam quickly scrambled and hid himself below the wooden floorboards. Not long after, Lucifer flew in through the hole his crash had made and started to look for him.

Adam's eyes darted around, his heart racing as he struggled to formulate a plan. His instincts screamed at him to flee, to hide, to put as much distance between himself and Lucifer as possible.

He remembers him breaking his wings.

The sound of the crunching bones was still fresh in his memory.

"Bestie!?"

But he was stronger than before and if he didn't deal with Lucifer now, he knew this twisted game would continue, leaving more of his descendants suffering. Adam forced his breathing to slow, focusing his mind and quieting the storm of emotions within him.

"I hope you didn't die or something."

NOW!

Adam's hand breaks through the floorboards and grabs at Lucifer's ankle, yanking him down through the floorboards and slamming him into the basement floor below. The impact sent a tremor through the ground, dust and debris raining down around them. Lucifer staggered but quickly regained his footing, his grin undeterred as he dusted himself off.

Adam didn’t wait, lunging forward with an elbow aimed at Lucifer’s jaw. Lucifer managed to block, deflecting the strike to the side, but Adam used the momentum to spin around and deliver a crushing kick to Lucifer’s ribs. The impact reverberated through the cramped basement, sending Lucifer sliding back until he hit the stone wall with a thud.

Lucifer's smile only widened as he recovered, a glint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. He pushed off the wall, charging forward with unnatural speed. In a flash, he was behind Adam, driving a knee into Adam’s lower back, forcing him to his knees. Adam grunted in pain but twisted around, catching Lucifer’s leg and yanking him off balance. Lucifer stumbled, and Adam capitalized on the opening, landing a hard punch to his temple that knocked him sideways into a pile of broken beams.

Both men were panting now, one side locked in silent fury while the other in growing lustful anticipation. Adam’s fists clenched as he took a step forward, his stance poised and ready, while Lucifer’s grin finally faltered, replaced by a more calculating expression.

He couldn't believe how much stronger he had gotten.

HOW MUCH MORE PERFECT CAN HE BE!?

HE MUST HAVE HIM!

With a crazed gleam in his eyes, Lucifer lunged forward, his body morphing mid-air into a black panther, sleek and menacing. He pounced with claws outstretched, slashing in a deadly arc. Adam rolled to the side, narrowly dodging, and swung a fist that connected with the panther’s flank. The impact was brutal; Lucifer was knocked back, crashing into a wooden pillar that splintered under his weight.

Lucifer’s form shimmered, shifting again, this time into an enormous viper, his scales gleaming a sinister white. His coils circled around Adam, constricting with bone-crushing force. Adam struggled, feeling his ribs compress under the pressure. Gritting his teeth, he braced his feet against the viper’s scales, using all his strength to wrench himself free, pushing until he broke through the crushing grip and stumbled backward, gasping for breath.

The snake recoiled, then snapped forward with lightning speed, fangs bared. Adam’s reflexes kicked in; he grabbed a piece of broken wood, holding it like a spear, and drove it forward. The sharp end pierced the viper’s side, eliciting a furious hiss as Lucifer was forced to revert to his human form, clutching the wound with a snarl.

“I just love it when you play "Hard to Get" Adam.” Lucifer panted, his voice laced with both irritation and admiration. He straightened, the wound on his side already beginning to mend, his eyes blazing with dark energy.

Adam didn’t respond, his focus absolute as he observed Lucifer’s every movement. Without a moment’s pause, he sprinted forward, his fists a blur as he launched a series of rapid punches. Lucifer dodged each one with a frightening precision, sidestepping and weaving like a phantom, his own movements graceful yet deadly.

Lucifer’s hand shot out, gripping Adam’s wrist with an iron grip. With a wicked smile, he twisted, pulling Adam into a powerful spin and throwing him across the basement. Adam’s back collided with the stone wall, a crack echoing through the confined space as pain radiated through his body. But he forced himself to stay on his feet, quickly regaining his balance.

Without hesitation, Lucifer surged forward again, his form shifting into a massive black wolf, muscles rippling under his fur as he lunged at Adam. Adam raised his arms in a defensive stance, and the wolf’s claws scraped against his forearms, tearing through cloth and grazing flesh. Adam gritted his teeth against the pain, but as the wolf closed in for another attack, Adam countered, slamming an elbow into the side of Lucifer’s muzzle, forcing the beast back with a yelp.

The wolf staggered, morphing again into a monstrous bear, towering over Adam with claws as sharp as daggers. Adam braced himself, ducking under the bear’s swipe and throwing a powerful punch into its gut. The bear let out a deep, guttural growl, stumbling back. Adam seized the moment, grabbing a loose beam and swinging it with every ounce of his strength. The wood splintered against the bear’s skull, sending Lucifer reeling.

Unfurling his wings, Adam flies upward through the narrow hole that he created with Lucifer's body earlier and as soon as he did, he turns around and fires off a blast of Holy Light. Not at Lucifer but at the support pillars that were holding the structure up.

After making a swift exit, the house collapses with a resounding crash, the dust rising and the wood cracking and creaking as it settles. Adam waits for a few moments before making his way over to the debris. Fully intent on ending his former friend.

"Ahhh!"

Adam whips around, eyes wide at the sound of his daughter's scream.

"Vaggie!"

-

"AN EYE FOR AN EYE!"

Eve's shout filled the air as she stabbed Vaggie's angelic steel dagger into her eye. The blade pierced her eyeball, a torrent of blood spraying forth, splattering across the dirt. The pain was excruciating, white hot agony ripping through her. She let out a piercing scream before falling to the floor, writhing on the ground, clawing at her face.

"Ahhh!"

Stepping on Vaggie's back, Eve slowly pulls the dagger out of her socket, a wet, sickening sound accompanying it. Vaggie lets out another scream, her face contorting in agony. She struggles to breathe, the pain overwhelming her.

Eve holds up the dagger with the eyeball still impaled on the end.

"Don't worry." Eve says, her tone condescending. "You'll have a matching set soon enough."

Tears blurred Vaggie's vision as her remaining eye struggled to focus. The blinding pain was nearly unbearable, but somewhere in her mind, the fury burned stronger. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to look up at Eve, every inch of her screaming in defiance.

But a glare was all she could muster.

Eve was unimpressed, her face a mask of cold indifference.

"I don't like that look in your eye." Eve sneered, her voice low and menacing.

Eve once again, stomps on Vaggie's back, causing her to wince and let out a hiss. She brings the dagger up, hovering it inches above Vaggie's remaining eye. Vaggie tenses, waiting for the inevitable.

"Vaggie!"

Adam was about to fire off a blast of Holy Light at the woman standing over his daughter. However, he stops, noticing a familiar face.

A face he wished was anyone else.

"Eve!?"

"ADAM!" Eve shouts, turning toward him with a wide grin. "Sorry, I'm a little dirty but I'll make myself pretty for you later. I'm almost done here."

Eve never intended to get her hands and body bloodied because she wanted to look her best for when Adam arrived but seeing him now, she found herself torn between pride and frustration. Her plans to exact slow, methodical revenge on Vaggie in lieu of Aclima clashed with the desire to bask in Adam’s long-awaited return. Eve straightened, wiping a smudge of blood from her cheek as she let out a sigh, rolling her shoulders as if she’d been doing nothing more strenuous than a bit of yard work.

Eve's nonchalant attitude toward the situation ignited Adam's fury. He could see Vaggie on the ground, one eye bloodied and shut, her face pale and twisted in agony. Rage and disbelief surged within him, drowning out all rational thought. The woman he once loved, the woman he shared a life with was now standing over his wounded daughter as if nothing was amiss.

"Get away from her!" Adam shouts, charging and slamming into Eve, pushing her off his daughter.

"Vaggie!" Adam shouts, dropping down to his knees next to her, pulling her close.

Eve's anger finally spilled fourth.

"Adam!" Eve screams, her face turning a deep red. "You ... you hit me!?"

In her entire existence, never before had Adam got violent with her. Not once in their mortal life, not even in their worst arguments, had he ever laid a hand on her. Eve’s fury bubbled, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity as she watched Adam cradle Vaggie.

THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE HER AND ADAM'S HEARTFELT MOMENT!

This was supposed to be their reunion, their triumphant return to each other’s lives. She had imagined countless scenarios of what it would be like to see him again, but this — him attacking her, defending someone else — was never one of them.

Adam held Vaggie tightly, his hands trembling as he saw the extent of her injuries. Blood streamed down her face, her body bruised and battered, and her remaining eye fluttered weakly as she struggled to focus on him.

“I’m here, Vaggie.” Adam whispered, his voice breaking as he stroked her hair, trying to comfort her through the pain. Watching the blood seep from her eye socket, tears began to well up in his own eyes, his emotions a mix of sorrow and rage.

"Adam! I'm right here!" Eve says, her anger rising.

LOOK AT ME!

Adam's focus remained entirely on Vaggie, his grip around her tightening protectively as he held her. He glanced over her injuries, his heart sinking deeper with each fresh wound he noticed. Her face was pale, her breaths shallow, but her hand managed a weak grasp on his, as though she were trying to reassure him despite her agony.

Eve couldn't believe what was happening.

HEAVEN HAS CORRUPTED HIS LOVE FOR HER!

Eve's anger turned to a burning rage, her mind racing with possibilities. How had it come to this? How could Adam choose someone else over her, his beloved? They had been destined for each other since the beginning of time. Everything they had been through, the trials and tribulations they had endured, the love and the joy and the passion. How could he turn his back on all of that for some child!?

SHE WAS HIS FUCKING WIFE!

...

But its fine.

She can fix him.

“Vaggie, just hold on, okay? I’ll get you out of here.” he murmured, his voice trembling. He brushed his fingers against her cheek, a soft glow emanating from his hand as he tried to ease her pain with what little healing power he could muster.

"Not so fast bestie!" Lucifer's voice cuts through in a sing-song tone. "You had me worried for a moment earlier."

Before Adam could react, a white serpent snaked its way around Adam's biceps and chest, pinning his arms to his side and constricting his wings. Eve smirked, watching as Lucifer wrapped himself tighter around Adam, squeezing him until his joints cracked and popped. Vaggie's eyes widened as she watched in horror, unable to help him.

"Quite a familiar situation ain't it Adam?" Lucifer chuckled, his tongue flicking across Adam's ear. "You, bound and another one of your daughters injured because of you. I sure hope the ending isn't the same as last time!"

"No." Vaggie whimpered, her remaining eye pleading with Adam.

The buzzing of insect wings interrupted the moment as Beelzebub landed in front of the rather gory scene. She had been trying to follow after Lucifer and Adam as they battled and ended up losing sight of them. However, when she caught sight of the scene before her, the Sin froze.

"Bee! Help us!" Adam pleaded.

Adam expected Beelzebub to act immediately, to leap in and tear Lucifer away, to stand between them and this hellish situation unfolding.

Beelzebub’s heart twisted at the sight before her. The desperate look in Adam's eyes, Vaggie broken and bloodied on the ground, Eve watching with that twisted satisfaction, and Lucifer—the very cause of this chaos—smiling like a snake satisfied with its prey. The weight of the vial still tucked in her pocket felt heavier than ever. Her fingers tightened around it, a conflict raging inside her.

She glanced at Adam, his pleading eyes piercing through her, filling her with a surge of guilt and longing. Everything she wanted, everything she had dreamed of, was right there—but not like this. Not through pain and betrayal, not by being the reason Adam suffered again. Her loyalty to him, to the dream of a life with him, a life without harm, swelled up, overtaking the dark whispers in her mind.

She wants to help him.

But Lucifer's eyes narrowed at her, a warning in his gaze.

"I—" Beelzebub choked out, her words catching in her throat.

"Bee?" Adam pleaded.

She swallowed hard, her decision made. She looks away, unable to bear seeing the pain and confusion in Adam's eyes, knowing what she was about to do.

"I'm sorry."

"Bee!?"

"So Adam really is here!" Lilith says as she arrives with Belphegor in tow.

"Woah, the First Man is here!?" Belphegor says, feigning innocence. "Beelzebub, why didn't you tell me!?"

"It's a shock to see you." Lilith says as her and Beelzebub's eyes meet. "But since you're here, I guess it helps to ensure Adam's compliance."

Adam looked up at Beelzebub, sadness in his eyes.

"You're with them?" Adam asked.

Beelzebub remained silent.

"Bee!? Please tell me that's not true!"

"Oh and I see we have another one of Aclima's here." Lilith says, eying Vaggie as she laid on the floor face down.

"Don't touch her!" Adam says, struggling to break free.

"We won't." Lucifer says. "But only if you come with us."

"NO!" Vaggie manages to croak out, her eye full of fear.

Adam mind was suddenly thrown back to Egypt, where Harper had given everything for him, her last breath sacrificed in a moment of desperate love and protection. Now, seeing the same look in Vaggie’s eyes—determination mingled with agony—cut deeper than any physical wound. He felt a surge of protectiveness that momentarily drowned out his own pain and fear.

He would not let another one of his own suffer, not like this.

"Vaggie!" Adam shouted, his voice laced with panic. He couldn't let her die, he couldn't fail her.

He can't let what happened to Harper happen again.

"I'll go with you!" Adam pleads. "Just please ... don't hurt her."

"Dad! No!" Vaggie says, weakly reaching out to him.

Lilith stomps down on Vaggie's hand.

"AGH!" Vaggie screamed, the crushing pain forcing her back down.

"That's enough talking from you." Lilith hisses. The last thing she wanted was for Adam to suddenly be inspired and choose to defy them.

"Let's go." Lucifer says, his snake like body tightening around Adam.

"Don't worry ... Vaggie was it? I'll make sure to take care of him." Eve says, kneeling next to her. "Tell Aclima that I called her a bitch."

"Belphegor, a portal, please." Lilith says.

"Right." Belphegor replies, conjuring a portal.

Lilith and Belphegor stepped through first.

"Let's go Adam." Lucifer says, his tone firm.

"Don't worry honey, I promise to free you from Heaven's lies." Eve says, following after him.

Adam struggled as Lucifer dragged him toward the portal, his heart heavy with sorrow. He couldn't fight back lest Vaggie was killed, but his soul cried out at the thought of leaving her. It was the same helplessness he had felt all those years ago in Egypt, and now he was being forced to endure it again.

"... Dad!" Vaggie calls out, her hand outstretched.

Adam looked back at her, the tears falling freely. He wanted nothing more than to stay with her, but he knew it wasn't an option.

"I love you Vaggie." Adam says, his voice thick with emotion.

"No." Vaggie whimpers, her heart breaking as she watched him near the portal.

Beelzebub couldn't let this be the end. She may not be the cause of Adam's sadness but what is the point if she stands by and does nothing? With a fierce resolve, Beelzebub finally took a step forward, a mix of fury and determination igniting within her.

She couldn’t let this go on. She had come too far, had held on to the hope of a life with Adam for too long, and there was no way she would allow these twisted plans to tear him apart. She takes the vial from her pocket, holding it tightly.

Adam's love had saved her once, now it was her turn to save him.

She unscrews the cap of the vial.

"Come on Adam!" Eve says, dragging him along. "I promise you'll love what I have in store for us once we're in hell."

Adam could only dread what she meant by that.

He didn't want to go.

But he had to.

For Vaggie.

"Oh no, I tripped!" Beelzebub cries out.

As Beelzebub "stumbled", she threw herself forward, allowing the vial to fly from her hand. The liquid glinted ominously as it spun through the air, splattering its contents directly toward Lucifer and Eve. The moment the disease-laced concoction made contact, a sizzling hiss filled the air as it seared both of them. Lucifer’s grip slackened on Adam as he recoiled, rubbing at his burning eyes. Eve, who had been holding Adam’s arm, shrieked as the liquid splashed across her face, covering one of her eyes in a burning sting.

"YOU IDIOT!" Eve screamed, clawing at her face, which was already beginning to turn an angry red where the liquid had touched her skin. She stumbled back, her composure lost in her frantic attempt to wipe it away.

Adam seized the brief opportunity and bolted to Vaggie’s side, lifting her up with a protective arm around her. She clung to him, her battered body weak, but her remaining eye blazing with relief at his touch. "We're going home!"

"Come back Adam!" Eve cries out.

Summoning every bit of energy he had left, Adam channeled his angelic power and cast his hand forward, calling forth a blindingly radiant portal. Just as they were about to step through, Beelzebub glanced at him one last time, guilt flickering in her eyes. Adam met her gaze, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over him. Despite her allegiance, she’d chosen to help him, to risk everything for a chance at redemption in his eyes.

With a final nod, Adam stepped into the portal, carrying Vaggie away from the Hell Trio and the madness they had wrought. The portal snapped shut behind them, leaving Beelzebub standing alone amidst the chaos.

With Adam and Vaggie's safety secured, she turned to the two remaining members of the Hell Trio, who were still struggling to recover. Eve was crouched on the ground, her hand pressed against her eye while Lucifer stood beside her, wiping at his own burning eyes. She charges forward and with her arms spread wide, she tackles both Eve and Lucifer through the portal back to hell.

-

The second the two had entered Heaven, Adam wasted no time in bringing Vaggie over to Raphael. Bursting into his office, Raphael looked up, momentarily taken aback by the sight of Adam carrying Vaggie, her bloodied form cradled carefully in his arms. His initial shock faded quickly as he took in her injuries, the severity of them etched across her face and the empty, bleeding socket where her eye had been. Without hesitation, Raphael motioned for them to follow him, leading them to a quiet room with a soft bed prepared for healing.

“Set her down here.” Raphael instructed, his tone calm yet urgent as he prepared himself to heal her. Adam laid Vaggie gently onto the bed, his hand lingering in hers as he whispered assurances, his own face pale and eyes heavy with worry. Vaggie clung to him weakly, managing a faint smile even through her pain.

Raphael placed a hand over her injured eye, his fingers glowing with a soft, golden light that began to soothe her wounds. “Vaggie, try to relax.” he murmured, his voice warm and steady.

Adam stood by, his gaze fixed on Raphael's work, his hands shaking as he struggled to process everything that had happened. The weight of his decisions, the chaos they’d faced, and the pain inflicted on his daughter all washed over him in an unrelenting wave.

Vaggie lost an eye because of him.

Vaggie almost died because of him.

Adam let out a sob, his emotions finally crashing through his attempts at a brave face. Vaggie had been through so much, and the thought of how close he had been to losing her was overwhelming.

He reaches up to rub the sweat from his face and quickly grows concerned when he felt an unknown liquid by his lips.

"... Raphael?"

Raphael looked over and froze, his gaze landing on the black stain coating Adam's fingers. Even though it was a small amount, he could detect the angelic power that had been used.

"Is that -" Raphael inspected the wound closely, the realization dawning on him as he saw the way the skin was beginning to blister and ooze. "This is the Pestilence!"

Immediately, Adam bolted out of the room and into an adjacent one before locking it, effectively isolating himself.

-

With the use of Holy Light on Earth being detected, Michael was quick to inform Sera and the others once he had received the report. Immediately, an emergency council session was called to order. However, when they used their monitors to hone in on the location, they were perplexed to find it empty. There were clear signs of a battle, the ground ripped up, and the houses destroyed.

But no assailants or victims.

"Is this the work of Lucifer or one of the Sins?" Jophiel asked, her eyes narrow as she surveyed the scene.

Everyone in the council pondered this question for a few moments before an urgent call came through for Sera. Tapping her halo, she answers the call.

"Raphael, where are you!? This emergency meeting has -"

...

"WHAT HAPPENED!?"

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Adam, Eve, Lucifer are sick.

Chapter 97: The Wages of Fear

Summary:

Heaven's reaction to Adam being infected.

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When Vaggie opened her eye, she finds herself in the room with Aclima and Lute by her bedside. Concern is written all over their faces, and the moment her eye flutters open, they both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Vaggie, are you okay?" Aclima asks, leaning forward to inspect her wounds. "How are you feeling?"

Vaggie slowly sat up, her head pounding. She was still in pain, and her eye socket burned, but she could feel the strength returning to her, her wounds healing thanks to Raphael.

"Like I've been hit by Michael." Vaggie groaned, trying to sit up. Her body ached, her wounds healing and leaving her exhausted.

"Oh, so not that bad." Lute jokes.

Vaggie smiles a little.

...

"I'm sorry! Eve -" Vaggie starts but Aclima cuts her off with a finger to her lips.

"Forget about my bitch of a mother. We have plenty of time for that another day. Just focus on your recovery."

"Where is -"

"Last I heard, Dad is isolating himself in one of the wards." Aclima says, her tone low.

Vaggie's breath catches in her throat.

"He ... he has the Pestilence." Aclima whispers.

"No." Vaggie croaks out, her chest tightening.

Aclima and Lute were equally distraught, the implications of what this meant weighing heavily on their hearts. Aclima was quick to pull her sister into a hug, squeezing her tight. Vaggie's arms wrapped around her, burying her face in Aclima's hair, tears forming in her eye.

"Raphael is working hard on his recovery so I'm sure things will be well." Aclima whispered, her voice thick with hopeful emotion. "Not like this is the first time he ever got sick."

"I'm so sorry." Vaggie whimpered, her hands trembling as she clung to Aclima. "I should have stopped Dad from going on this damned adventure. I should have contacted you immediately after we got to Earth. I should -"

"Don't think about what you should have done, just focus on what you will do." Lute said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Besides, we all know him. There was an equally good chance any of us would have done the same as you did, no matter how reckless it was. I know I was a victim once or twice."

"The stories I could tell of our "spontaneous" adventures." Aclima agreed, letting out a sigh. "Dad is just so stubborn. He can be a real pain sometimes."

Vaggie chuckled a little, the tears still flowing.

"But we still love him."

Vaggie sniffles, her grip on her sister tightening.

"Yeah, we do."

-

"Where the fuck is Adam!?" Lilith questioned.

After Beelzebub, Eve and Lucifer came tumbling back to Hell into hell through the portal, she was surprised that Adam wasn't with them. It had only been a minute at most since she and Belphegor had crossed over, and she had expected to see Adam restrained or at least nearby. Instead, there was only confusion and frustration.

Eve was on the ground, clutching her face in pain, Lucifer wiping a strange black substance from his eyes, and Beelzebub ... looking oddly calm despite the other two's state.

"Where is Adam!?" Lilith repeats, her eyes locked onto Beelzebub, her patience rapidly deteriorating.

"There was an accident and Adam escaped. Before I could stop him, the angels were arriving and I got us out of there." Beelzebub lies with a smirk. "Talk about bad timing, am I right?"

Lilith’s eyes narrowed, a mix of suspicion and frustration flashing across her face as she looked Beelzebub over. Her usual sharp instincts were buzzing, but she couldn’t immediately pin down what felt off. She crossed her arms, taking a step toward Beelzebub, her gaze unwavering.

“An accident?” Her voice was icy, disbelief heavy in her gaze. “We spent years waiting and preparing, and you’re telling me all it took was a little accident for Adam to slip away?”

"Shit happens." Beelzebub says as she shrugs. "We got very unlucky."

"And what exactly -"

"My eyes!" Lucifer whined.

Lilith rolled her eyes and walked over to Lucifer, pulling out a bottle from her cleavage. She pours some water onto a rag and then holds it up to his face.

"We'll discuss this later!" Lilith hisses at Beelzebub.

As Lucifer proceeded to wipe at his eyes with the rag, Lilith went over to pick Eve up and hoist her over her shoulder. Eve was too dazed and hurt to protest, her face a mess of burns and scratches from the more potent Pestilence variant. Once the Hell Trio had left, Beelzebub let out a breath of relief, slumping back against the wall. She hadn’t been sure what kind of reaction she would get, and her heart was still racing.

"What the hell happened?" Belphegor asked, appearing beside her.

"I had the vial. When Adam was being dragged away, I "tripped" and spilled it on to them." Beelzebub replied. "An accident, right?"

Belphegor sighs, her gaze following after the three. "So Lucifer and Eve are infected now and it won't be long before they come banging at my door for the cure. Still, you had your chance to infect Adam but you didn't take it?"

How could Beelzebub ever tell her that she didn’t want to hurt Adam. Even with her longing to keep him close, she knew she couldn’t force him into Hell through pain. Her heart thudded as she recalled the way Adam had looked at her, his trust, his relief—she couldn’t betray that, no matter how much it cost her.

But in hell, she had a reputation to uphold, and admitting her hesitation would be akin to suicide.

"I didn't think the plan was well thought out." Beelzebub says. "And with those three around, I don't have the confidence that we'll succeed."

"What!?" Belphegor snapped, turning back to her, her eyes blazing. "It was the perfect plan! What are you playing at!? Do you realize how much work I had to do to get that stuff made and for how long!?

"Yeah, well, maybe if you actually could have distracted them for longer than a minute, things would have turned out differently." Beelzebub replies, her own irritation rising.

As much as Belphegor hated to admit it, the Hell Trio had indeed been a wildcard, unpredictable and focused on their own agendas. They had managed to disrupt the plan without even trying, and her attempts at distraction had fallen flat.

"Ah fuck, whatever!" Belphegor says, rubbing her temple. "I got to go make the cure for those three."

She leaves, disappearing down the hallway, leaving Beelzebub alone with her thoughts. She sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned against the wall. She couldn't shake the look in Adam's eyes as he was being dragged away, the way he had pleaded with her, the fear and desperation on his face.

How could she ever face him again?

"Adam ..."

-

When Raphael realized that Adam had been infected, he was quick to bring him into a specialized ward seal off the entire ward, effectively isolating him from the outside world. No angel could simply teleport in and out, and none could enter or leave without risk of contamination except himself. It was standard protocol and every angel was fully aware of it, but even still, considering that it was Adam, there was one who was firmly opposed to it.

Sera.

The High Seraphim knew the rules, and yet she wanted nothing more than to break them.

After Raphael had notified her and the others of the situation via halo, she had immediately attempted to teleport directly into the ward, only to be denied by Raphael's angelic barrier. Against her better judgement, she continued her attempts to enter through the conventional way and there was no end to the others' exasperation as they tried to stop her.

"You can't go in there!" Jophiel exclaimed, rushing over to her side. "Raphael said he is infected with the Pestilence! He is the first known case of an angel being infected, and there is a high risk of contagion!"

"I don't care" Sera growled, her voice tight with determination as she tried to push past Jophiel. "That's my son in there!"

"We can't allow you access into Adam's ward!" Uriel said, blocking her path. "You can see Vaggie, she has been cleared -"

"Vaggie isn't the one that is suffering alone! It is Adam, and I will not stand here and do nothing while my son is in pain!"

WHY DIDN'T SHE LISTEN TO HERSELF!?

WHY DIDN'T SHE BREAK HIS WINGS!?

NOW THERE WAS A CHANCE ADAM COULD DIE!?

Uriel lunges at her and catches Sera by the arms, locking her in place with an iron grip. The strain of holding her back was evident in Uriel's face, his eyes wide with concern. Sera struggled against him and almost immediately, she broke free, throwing Uriel aside.

"Stop Sera!" Jophiel summons several beams of light that wrap around her wrists, binding her and holding her back. The light flickered, straining under the Seraphim's raw power, but held fast.

Sera pulled, testing the strength of the light and then glared at Jophiel, her eyes dark and dangerous. Jophiel swallowed, her heart pounding at the rage written across the Seraphim's face. In normal circumstances, Jophiel and her siblings would be fools to ever dream of restraining one of the most powerful angels. But these were not normal circumstances, and there were far greater risks at stake.

"I love him just as much as you do!" Jophiel pleads. "But please! See reason! Raphael -"

The beams of light of Jophiel’s making trembled under Sera’s sheer might, fraying like threads stretched to their limit. Sera’s eyes blazed with an intensity that seemed almost inhuman, a reflection of a mother’s raw, unfiltered fear. It was not a fear that Heaven often witnessed; it was a fear that stripped her of her composure, that transformed her from a divine figurehead into a woman terrified of losing her child.

And with that fear, came a strength that shook the heavens.

The light bindings broke.

With a fierce cry, Sera ripped free from the bindings. Jophiel and Uriel rushed forward, attempting to hold her back, but Sera's fury blazed brighter than any chain they could conjure. Her wings flared, a radiant burst of power that sent them both staggering backward, their own angelic forms dimming in the face of her incandescent wrath.

"Stand aside!" Sera’s voice was both a plea and a command, trembling with a desperation that no force in Heaven or Hell could quell. "I will not lose him—not again, not ever!"

Raising her hands, angelic power flowed fourth and caked both Uriel and Jophiel. Bringing her hands together in a clapping motion, the two slammed into each other and were subsequently thrown back into the distance.

Michael who was standing at the entrance to the hospital, quickly reached up and tapped his halo, sending out a call to the Exorcists who were on standby nearby. "I'm authorizing the use of heavy force! Your priority is to stop Sera at all costs!"

Immediately, hundreds upon hundreds of Exorcists descended upon and around the High Seraphim. They formed a defensive line between Sera and the sealed ward, each brandishing their angelic weapons, swords and spears. Their faces were set in grim determination, fully aware of the gravity of what they were being ordered to do.

But none of them had ever faced an opponent like Sera.

Considering that none of them had ever pulled a win over their father, their odds were looking grim.

Sera stood at the edge of their line, her eyes burning with an incandescent fury. Her wings unfurled behind her, radiating a golden brilliance that bathed the entire corridor in an intense, searing light. It was not the light of Heaven’s grace—it was the raw, unfiltered power of a Seraphim mother who was willing to tear through Heaven itself for her son.

The two unconscious bodies of the Seraphims did little to assuage the Exorcists doubts and fears. But they knew what was at stake and while it pained them that their father was infected, they knew this was necessary.

Their father wouldn't want the Pestilence to spread no matter the cost.

With a resounding battle cry, the Exorcists rushed forward, a coordinated wall of angelic might, their weapons gleaming in the light. The air crackled with energy as they closed in, each step heavy with resolve, knowing the impossible task before them: to hold back the High Seraphim herself.

"Move!" Sera's voice was a thunderous roar, shaking the walls. Her hand swept forward, and a wave of blinding, searing light blasted out, hitting the Exorcists head-on. The front line was flung backward, their cries cut short as they were slammed into the walls, their light armor cracking under the force.

Still, more Exorcists pushed forward, their faces set in determination, their weapons raised. They formed a tight formation, the second wave surging forward to fill the gaps left by the fallen along.

"Ready!" One of them shouts. "Fire!"

All at once, they launched their spears, a rain of angelic blades that hurtled towards Sera. Hundreds of spears that blotted out the light, an unstoppable assault aimed to impale. Were it the regular sinners they face or an aspiring Overlord, it would be an effective tactic.

But they faced a Seraphim.

The Head Seraphim.

They knew their tactics and weapons would be ineffective but as Michael had informed them earlier, their role was not to incapacitate her but to exhaust her and her powers.

Sera raised a single hand, and a burst of energy rippled outward, the force so immense that it halted the rain of spears midair. They hung suspended, inches from her skin, each one quivering as though it were alive and trying to resist her. She clenched her fist, and the spears dissolved into dust, dissipating into the air like nothing more than particles of light.

The Exorcists hesitated, glancing at one another, a flicker of doubt visible on their faces. Despite their training, their weapons, and their purpose, the sheer magnitude of Sera’s power had shaken them to their core. But their duty to protect their father and Heaven from an unknown plague that could consume it kept them resolute.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Sera let out a breath, attempting to steady her emotions. She wasn’t a monster; these Exorcists were her grandchildren, too, each one cherished and loved in their own right. But the thought of Adam suffering alone, of the Pestilence ravaging him without her by his side, drowned out all reason.

She had lost him once when he left Eden and she refused to lose him again.

"Stand down!" Sera's voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of Heaven. "Do not make me hurt you!"

Were Adam around to witness this, he would have been proud for despite the overwhelming odds and the terror gripping their hearts, the Exorcists did not waver. Those with their swords drawn stepped forward, their faces solemn and set with the knowledge of what was coming. Those who had just lost their spears were ready to use their fists.

They were not the strongest, not the most skilled, and certainly not the highest rank. But they were brave, and that was what mattered.

-

"So Lute has your Bishop cornered but if you move your rook here ..." Aclima pointed to the chessboard, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she guided Vaggie through the strategy. She tapped one of the squares with a quick, precise motion.

"If you move your rook here," she said, "you can set up a discovered attack on Lute's queen. You have a chance to turn the game around, but you need to be careful of her knight."

Vaggie’s brow furrowed in concentration. She studied the pieces carefully, trying to see the moves Aclima saw. Across from her, Lute leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping idly on the table as she watched them with an amused smirk.

"You know," Lute drawled, "I’ve never seen anyone coach their opponent mid-game. You’re making it too easy for her, Ma'am."

Aclima shot her a grin. "And let you dominate her in her first game ever? I won't have it."

Vaggie glanced between the two of them, a competitive fire igniting in her eye despite her injuries. She hadn’t wanted to play at first, not after everything that had happened. Her eye throbbed with the memory of pain, and the patch covering her wound itched. But sitting here now, listening to Aclima’s advice, she felt a flicker of normalcy return.

Vaggie moved her rook to the suggested square, setting up the attack. "I think I’ve got you cornered, Lute."

"Oh?" Lute leaned forward, her smirk widening into a grin. "Let’s see about that."

Lute leans forward, her eyes studying the board intently. Thanks to her countless matches against Adam, she was a near master at the game. She could have easily won the chess match in seven moves or less but Aclima stepped in and decided to even the playing field, giving Vaggie a fighting chance. Lute raised an eyebrow, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as she considered her options.

Chess was one of the few things she was better than Aclima at but that didn't mean her General was bad at the game. Lute had played a lot more and could always rely on the experience she had gained from playing against Adam, a master chess player. But even with that experience, Aclima was a formidable opponent, and Lute couldn't afford to take this lightly.

Lute’s eyes flicked back to the board, studying the new configuration. Vaggie’s move had been a good one—thanks to Aclima’s guidance, she had managed to set up a clever trap that put pressure on her queen. Lute couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride for Vaggie. It reminded her of Adam’s strategic thinking, the way he always managed to find a way out of a tight spot.

But Lute wasn’t about to lose, not even in a friendly game. She leaned back, feigning nonchalance as she drummed her fingers on the table. “Alright, Vaggie,” she said with a grin. “You’ve got me on the ropes. But let’s see if you can handle this.”

She slides her knight forward, placing it in a position that blocked Vaggie’s rook and threatened her remaining bishop. The move was subtle but effective, setting up a fork that would force Vaggie into a difficult choice: save her bishop or protect her rook.

Aclima’s eyes narrowed slightly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Well played, Lute.” she said. “But you left your king vulnerable.”

Vaggie blinked, looking back at the board with a fresh perspective. She hadn’t seen it before, but now it was clear as day. Lute’s aggressive maneuver had left an opening—a small, almost imperceptible gap in her defenses. Vaggie’s hand hovered over her queen, and she glanced at Aclima for reassurance.

“Go for it.” Aclima urged softly. “Trust your instincts.”

Taking a deep breath, Vaggie slid her queen across the board, placing it directly in line with Lute’s king. It wasn’t checkmate yet, but it forced Lute to react, to move her king out of the way.

“Not bad, Sergeant.” Lute said, raising an eyebrow.

Vaggie’s lips curled into a small smile, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

The game continued, each move a delicate dance of strategy and counter-strategy. Lute’s smirk faded into a look of concentration as Vaggie held her own, maneuvering her pieces with a newfound confidence. Aclima watched with a proud smile, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them.

It was a hard-fought battle, but in the end, Lute made a final, sweeping move with her queen, trapping Vaggie’s king in a corner. “Checkmate.” she declared, sitting back with a satisfied grin.

Vaggie studied the board for a moment, her eye widening in surprise. She had been so focused on defending her own pieces that she hadn't noticed the subtle maneuvering Lute had done, maneuvering her queen into the perfect position to trap her king.

"That was a good game, Vaggie." Aclima says, leaning back in her chair. "If only your opponent wasn't Lute. But still, a valiant effort."

"Your turn General. I could use a challenge after that warm up." Lute says, grinning.

Aclima rolls her eyes but stands up and walks over to the other side of the table and sits down. "Let's see what you've got."

Vaggie couldn't help but feel a little relieved at the intermission. The game had been intense and the pressure had been high. Even though the outcome had been a loss, it was a comforting experience to have a momentary distraction while she recovered. She leaned back in her chair, the tension slowly leaving her body.

"Say, if you two are here, than who is watching our sisters?" Vaggie asked.

"Don't worry about it." Aclima assures. "Michael said he needed them for something which is why Lute and I are here."

-

Not long after his self imposed isolation, Raphael came into the room and escorted Adam to a proper ward for quarantine. The ward was large, spacious, and furnished with everything he could need during his stay. While Raphael was not one for extravagance, he had ensured that the ward was the best they had, with the highest quality furnishings and the latest technology.

But Adam barely noticed.

The room was silent except for the faint humming of the ward’s machinery and the quiet beeping of the heart monitor. Adam lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the familiar ache of guilt gnawing away at him. Raphael had made sure the ward was secure, every possible precaution taken to contain the Pestilence. But Adam’s thoughts were far from the immediate danger of the infection coursing through his veins.

Instead, he kept replaying the moment he saw Vaggie, her face bloodied, the eye socket hollow and raw, her body wracked with pain. He clenched his fists, a wave of anguish flooding over him. The image wouldn’t leave him, no matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut.

The door to the ward opened, and Raphael stepped inside, his expression solemn. He was holding a clipboard, but his attention was focused entirely on Adam.

“How are you feeling?” Raphael asked, his tone gentle, like he was speaking to a fragile child.

Adam didn't respond, his mind a haze. His eyes were unfocused, gazing up at the ceiling as if there was something interesting above him. His hands were clenched into fists, and his breathing was ragged. Raphael sighed and sat down on the chair next to the bed, his expression softening.

"Adam." Raphael says, his voice soft.

Again, Adam doesn't respond. It was as if he couldn't hear him, his mind trapped somewhere far away. Raphael frowned and placed his hand on Adam's shoulder, shaking him slightly. But it seemed like the former man had gone into a sort of catatonic state, his eyes glassy, his face devoid of emotion.

Raphael decides to continue his examination regardless.

As Raphael carefully examined Adam, he took note of the initial signs of the Pestilence that had begun to manifest. Adam's skin, once a warm, healthy tone, had taken on a sickly, grayish hue. Tiny black veins spread across his arms and neck, branching outward like webs. His breathing was shallow, labored, each inhale sounding more strained than the last.

Raphael leaned in closer, his gaze lingering on the blackened patches that had started to form along Adam’s collarbone and jawline. He placed a gentle hand on Adam’s forehead, feeling the unnaturally cold skin under his fingers. In his countless years, Raphael had seen this disease ravage mortals, but witnessing it within an angel was almost surreal.

After recording his findings, Raphael spoke again, hoping to break through the fog clouding Adam’s mind.

“Adam,” he murmured, his voice soft yet firm. “You need to stay with me. Focus on my voice.”

Adam blinked slowly, his eyes still distant, but a flicker of awareness returned to them. His gaze shifted to Raphael, a faint glimmer of recognition and pain in his eyes.

"Vaggie." he rasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. "It was my fault."

Raphael squeezed Adam’s shoulder, grounding him. “Vaggie’s alive, Adam. She will recover. You need to focus on yourself right now, okay? Just breathe, and try to stay calm."

Adam swallowed, the words barely registering. All he could see was Vaggie, her bloodied face, her hollow eye socket. He shook his head, unable to speak, his throat constricted with guilt. He wanted to scream, to cry, to run out and find her.

To beg her forgiveness.

But if he spreads the Pestilence to her or anyone else, then what would be the point?

-

All around Michael, the thousand upon thousand of Exorcists lay sprawled on the floor. Some were unconscious, some groaning in pain, but none were able to rise to their feet. All of them had fought valiantly and despite sending wave after wave of them, Sera had been relentless. She stood out in the open, her wings unfurled, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

He had hoped that the several battalions of Exorcists would have at least tired her out but it was clear he had underestimated the High Seraphim’s resolve. Michael stood before her now, the last barrier between her and the door to Adam’s ward. He was one of the strongest and perhaps the most skilled warrior in Heaven.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that he would win.

But Sera was no push over and should she and him clash, the results could be disastrous. There was no telling how much damage could be caused by their battle, and it was a risk he was not willing to take.

Which is why he hasn't stepped in yet.

But he knew he couldn't let her pass, no matter the cost.

"I will not move."

Michael’s voice was calm, but there was a hardness to it, a resolve that mirrored the unyielding stance of the High Seraphim before him. Sera’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face.

His only hope was that the potential consequences of their battle would outweigh her desperation to see Adam.

"Move."

Her voice was a growl, a low, dangerous rumble that echoed in the empty corridor. Michael shook his head, his expression unwavering.

"No."

"MOVE!" Sera roars, and the walls tremble at the fury of her cry. Her eyes are ablaze, a blazing inferno that threatens to consume anything that stands in her way.

Michael squared his shoulders, meeting Sera's burning gaze with a steady calm, though his heart pounded in his chest. He understood all too well the anguish in her eyes—the desperate, all-consuming love that drove her—but he also knew the responsibility he bore. The spread of the Pestilence, even among angels, was uncharted, and it fell to him to uphold Heaven’s safety.

"What are you doing Sera!?" Emily's voice cuts through the air like a knife.

Both Sera and Michael turn to see the young Seraphim standing at the entrance, her eyes wide with shock. Taking in the surroundings, she spots the numerous unconscious and subdued Exorcists strewn about, along with Uriel and Jophiel propped up against a wall.

"How could you!?" Emily's voice is trembling with disbelief, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Emily's small frame seemed dwarfed by the chaos surrounding her. Her usually cheerful expression was replaced with a deep, hurtful confusion. She looked up at Sera, her gaze full of a rare disappointment, the kind that cuts deeper than any blade.

"You hurt them." Emily’s voice was quiet but filled with raw emotion, a tremble in every word. "These are our family, Sera. They love Adam too—why would you do this?"

Sera’s wings drooped slightly, the fire in her eyes dimming as she turned to face Emily. For a brief moment, a flicker of guilt washed over her face, but it was quickly replaced by that unyielding resolve. She took a step forward, reaching out as if to comfort Emily, but the younger Seraphim flinched back.

"I had no choice." Sera said, her voice softer now but still firm. "You don’t understand, Emily. I can't lose him! ... not again."

NEVER AGAIN!

Emily's breath hitched, and she clenched her fists. Her wings, small compared to Sera's, fluttered with nervous energy. For once, her usually radiant presence was dimmed, shadowed by the heavy atmosphere of the corridor. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and stepped closer, her voice trembling but steady.

"You think I don't understand?" Emily’s eyes welled up, but she refused to let the tears fall. "I love Adam too! We all do! Every single one of us, Sera. That’s why we’re here, standing in your way. Because we know that if you go in there—if you break the quarantine—you could make everything worse!"

"You think I don't know that?" Sera growls. "It's killing me to not be by his side, to not help him! All while he suffers alone. I know I'm being selfish, that my actions are rash. But -"

Emily rushes forward, not to restrain her but to hug her, wrapping her arms tightly around the older Seraphim. "I love him too," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "And I want him back just as badly as you do."

"We all do." Michael added. "So please, let Raphael treat him."

"..."

"Please, Mom." Emily's voice was barely a whisper, but the raw emotion behind it was palpable. She clung to Sera, her wings trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Surveying the pain she had wrought, seeing the faces of the unconscious Exorcists and the pain in Michael's eyes, Sera's heart twisted in her chest. It was the first time since Adam had left Eden that she felt like a failure, an absolute disappointment. And now, if Adam saw what she did, would he be ashamed of her? Would he despise her?

She had no doubt that Adam would forgive her. But the thought of disappointing him—of being a mother who couldn't control herself and put others at risk—was unbearable. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, releasing the tension from her body. Her shoulders slumped, her wings drooping as she looked around at the destruction.

"Forgive me." Sera whispers.

Without another word, Sera gathers her power and sends it out in a wave, her angelic power slowly washing over the fallen Exorcists along with Uriel and Jophiel. It washes away their wounds, healing them with ease. With each wound she healed, Sera felt her guilt grow, a crushing weight on her shoulders.

"I'll never forget this." Sera whispered.

"None of us will." Michael said, his voice stern but not harsh. "And Adam will never hear of it. Poor guy is already stressed enough as it is."

Sera turned her gaze towards him, and for the first time since they had clashed, the fire in her eyes had dimmed, replaced with a tired sadness. She nodded, unable to speak, and took a step back, away from the sealed ward. The Exorcists stirred, groaning as their consciousness returned. They slowly rose to their feet, glancing around the corridor with a mixture of relief and shock.

And just like that, the crisis that many had dreaded was averted.

"If only I had pushed harder for us to cure humanity." Emily mutters to herself.

-

Raphael soon emerged from the hospital, the seal fading away behind him. He scanned the scene with a clinical eye, his expression inscrutable as both his siblings and the Exorcists all camped outside, waiting with bated breath for his news. He approached Sera, and without a word, he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. He gave her a sympathetic smile, and then he turned to the others, his face resolute.

"Adam will make a full recovery. However, the infection will take a few weeks to fully purge from his system so until then, I will need to keep him here and monitor his condition." Raphael announces. "And if you're going to fight, please do it at the training grounds. These floors are very hard to clean."

Hearing the news, everyone lets out a collective sigh of relief.

"Also, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Bad news." Michael says.

"The Pestilence that Adam was infected with isn't the same variant as the one that is currently ravaging Europe and those around it." Raphael states. "It was modified and strengthened with the use of angelic blood."

Everyone froze at those words.

Uriel leans in, curious. "How is that possible?"

"I'm currently running tests to trace the source. So far, all I know is that the strain is stronger, deadlier, and the only one of its kind that can affect angels. It was fortunate that Adam was the only one infected and he had not spread it to Vaggie or someone else. Unlike her, Adam's immune system was able to resist the disease long enough for me to develop a cure."

While logically, Adam being the only one infected was a positive thing, the idea that it was considered a "fortunate" event didn't sit right with everyone.

ADAM MUST BE SAFE!

"From this, I can conclude that while the Pestilence may or may not be manufactured, this particular strain was definitely engineered." Raphael says. "There are only a handful of angels and former angels that can engineer such diseases, and one of them is in hell."

"Belphegor." Uriel spits out with disdain. "But even so, I can't imagine that lazy bum doing this. She has always been about relaxing and I don't see how this benefits her."

"We can't rule out that Lucifer put her up to this." Jophiel chimes in.

"Perhaps." Raphael sighs. "But until I determine whose blood was used, we have no proof of who is responsible. I can't rule out that maybe one of our own did this."

"What is the good news than?" Emily asks, trying to lift the mood.

Raphael smirks and reaches into his lab coat pocket, pulling out a vial of glowing liquid. He holds it up for everyone to see.

"This is the cure." Raphael says, his tone laced with pride.

"You mean -" Sera whispers, her eyes widening.

"Yes." Raphael smiles. "If I start mass-producing now with your authorization, we will be able to distribute the cure to all the humans with the help of the Exorcists. It may be too late to save some, but the vast majority can be saved."

"We can save the sick!" Emily says in excitement, her eyes lighting up with joy.

"We can't -" Sera begins to protest.

"Do it for Adam." Raphael urges, cutting her off.

"Adam?" Sera echoes, her voice soft.

"Yes." Raphael nods. "Mentally ... he isn't responding well. What with what happened and Vaggie, he hasn't taken it well."

Sera had half a mind to push past Raphael and run in to see Adam, but she held herself back. She knew if she did, she would not leave, and Adam would be exposed to her. The last thing she wanted was to add on extra emotional stress to him if she got infected.

"Please Mom!" Emily begged, her eyes pleading. "If Adam hears that humanity was cured thanks to his efforts, it'll make him happy and that's what we all want!"

...

"Mom?"

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Eve and Lucifer sick?

Chapter 98: The Gamble of Love

Summary:

Lilith playing nurse to Lucifer and Eve.

Adam recovers.

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Chapter Text

"AD—achoo!" Eve sneezed violently, clutching a silk blanket around her shoulders. Her once vibrant, confident demeanor was reduced to a pale, feverish shell. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, glaring weakly at Lucifer, who was sprawled on the opposite side of the room.

"My plan was fool—" Lucifer coughs violently, his voice dry and cracked, barely louder than a whisper. He tried to sit up but collapsed back onto the bed, his wings limp and dusted with sweat. "If only those two hadn't shown up."

Lilith works at wiping the sweat from Lucifer's brow, her touch sharp and efficient rather than tender.

"Yes, yes." she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Blame the angels. Blame fate. Blame anyone but your own brilliance, Mr. Morningstar."

She presses a cool cloth to his forehead, her violet eyes flicking toward Eve, who let out another pathetic sneeze.

"And you," Lilith added with a smug smirk. "The Mother of All Humanity, laid low by a plague. Guess that is why you're the SECOND woman."

"You sure are enjoying our suffering a lot." Eve’s raspy voice cut through the room like a rusty blade, her glare almost daring Lilith to continue. Despite her weakness, there was still a flicker of defiance in her eyes, though it was betrayed by the way she tugged the blanket tighter around her shivering frame.

Lilith didn’t miss a beat, placing the cloth back in the bowl of water with a satisfied clink before moving over to wipe at Eve's forehead. “Who? Me? I would never.”

She absolutely enjoyed it.

Eve was always so smug about the fact that she birthed all of humanity while she herself was still struggling to conceive a single child with Lucifer. To see her laid low like this was a small victory Lilith wasn't above savoring.

As for Lucifer, well, she has always lamented the fact that he was immensely more powerful than her. Yes, she was his Queen but she could never quite shake the feeling that he held all the control. Seeing him reduced to this feeble state, weakened by a plague, brought a strange satisfaction. The roles were reversed, and for the first time in centuries, she had the upper hand.

Thank you Belphegor.

"Time for you medicine!" Lilith cheerfully announced much to the other two's dismay.

"Fucking Belphegor." Eve hisses, dreading the taste of the concoction.

Lucifer, too weak to do much but glare, growled under his breath. "Once I'm better, I'll ..." His words trailed off, weak and bitter, but his attempt to sit up again failed miserably. He slumped further into the bed with a heavy sigh.

Lilith smirked, the satisfaction of her position evident in her every movement. She picked up the foul-smelling, dark liquid that Belphegor had created, grimacing at the pungent odor before glancing at the two bedridden figures. 

With a mocking flourish, she poured the thick, black liquid into a cup, holding it out for Lucifer to take. "Come now, Morningstar. Don't be such a baby."

Lucifer, despite his suffering, lifted a hand weakly to swat the cup away which did little but only served to excite Lilith more. The power dynamics in their relationship were shifting, and she couldn't help but revel in it. Seeing Lucifer—once the king of Hell, now reduced to a pitiful, fevered mess—was a sweet, if momentary, pleasure. He had always been so sure of himself, so far above the others. Now, he was helpless, and she, for once, was the one in full control.

Grabbing his cheeks with one hand, she turns his head to face her before squeezing hard, forcing his mouth open and pouring the vile medicine into his mouth. Lucifer gagged, his face twisting in disgust as the bitter liquid slid down his throat. He tried to spit it out, but Lilith held him firmly, her grip unyielding.

"You're in no position to argue, dear." she purred, her voice a mockingly sweet lullaby as she gently patted his cheeks. "Now, swallow it down. You want to get better, don't you?"

Eve groaned, rolling her eyes as she watched the scene unfold. She could feel the heat of her fever burning her skin, and every moment that passed made her wish for her strength to return and to take her anger out on the city for losing Adam.

AGAIN!

"Your turn, Eve." Lilith said with a mock cheerfulness, turning toward the bedridden woman. Her eyes glinted with a sharp, playful malice as she approached with the next cup of foul liquid.

Eve's glare was lethal, but she didn't have the strength to put up much of a fight. Her body trembled, the fever racking her, leaving her too weak to push Lilith away. She didn’t speak, but her eyes spoke volumes of the resentment she felt.

"Don’t think I’m enjoying this, darling." Lilith purred, her voice a smooth blend of amusement and mock sympathy. "But someone has to make sure you two don’t die on me. The medicine tastes awful, but it will help ... probably."

"Just let me die." Eve spat. "I'll just respawn the next day anyway."

"Now now, you heard Belphegor, she can't guarantee that to be the case. It was made with Lucifer's blood so it might permanently kill you." Lilith leaned in closer, her voice softening just slightly, but there was no compassion in it. "Wouldn't that be tragic? Dying because you couldn't even manage to swallow a simple dose of medicine."

Eve's gaze burned into Lilith, but her hands shook as she reached for the cup, too exhausted to resist. Lilith supported the cup, placing the drink at her lips, watching with an almost clinical curiosity as Eve hesitated. With an audible gulp, she took the drink, her face twisting in distaste.

"See? Not so bad." Lilith chirped, wiping her hands off theatrically.

"Why the fuck did Belphegor even make that stupid version?" Eve says while resting against the bed's headboard.

"She said it was for a 'Special Occasion'. No doubt she was probably going to use it to poison Mammon or someone else." Lilith deduced.

Eve let out a dry chuckle, her strength rapidly diminishing as the vile liquid settled in her stomach. “A ‘Special Occasion’ huh? I’d say this qualifies."

Lucifer, still struggling to hold himself upright, let out a pained laugh as well, though it quickly turned into a coughing fit. “If they think some plague will take me down, they got another thing coming.” His voice, though weak, carried the weight of decades of contempt for the chaotic dynamics within hell.

"They just had to come to Earth and try to kill us when Adam was so close to being mine!" Eve exclaimed weakly.

"That's Hell for you." Lilith says before examining the two bedridden figures before her eyes settled back on to Eve.

For so long, she had wanted to embrace the First Mother and claim her. But Eve was always adamant that the first person to ever touch her in that way will be Adam and anything more than a hug was still unacceptable despite the many millenniums' that had passed. And Eve has proved her loyalty time and time again ... violently.

But now, in this weakened state, Lilith saw a rare opportunity, though she knew Eve would resist with every ounce of her being but that only made the game more enticing. She imagines Eve's barely contained expression of pleasure as she resisted, her loyalty to Adam clashing with her vulnerability.

SO EXCITING!

Considering Eve's weakened state and the fact that she was barely lucid, Lilith could see no flaw in her otherwise foolproof plan.

Lilith slowly approached Eve, a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. She could feel the shift in power, the delicate balance in her favor now that both Eve and Lucifer were too weak to resist.

"You know, Eve." Lilith began, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation. "You seem so awfully cold, perhaps I could share my warmth with you." She let her words hang in the air, a provocative suggestion that she knew Eve would most likely find repulsive. But that was part of the thrill—pushing Eve’s boundaries while she was vulnerable, seeing just how far Lilith could go.

Perhaps even, all the way.

Eve’s fevered eyes narrowed as she struggled to sit up, her hands shaking with fury. “Touch me, and I swear I will—"

Lilith ignored Eve's threat, her smirk only deepening as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Eve’s skin as she raised her hand, tracing it up Eve's arm.

"Oh, you’ll what, darling? I can see it in your eyes—how much you want to resist, but there is no need to suffer like this. You've held back for so long, but what if I told you, Adam won't know, that we could—"

Before Lilith could finish her sentence, Eve, in a burst of raw, feverish strength, swatted Lilith's hand away and headbutted her directly in the forehead with such force that it sent Lilith stumbling back, her eyes widening in shock.

"Don't ever try that again." Eve growled, her voice hoarse but fierce. The defiance in her eyes was enough to make Lilith pause. Despite her weakened state, Eve's fury burned bright, and for a moment, Lilith actually hesitated.

Eve's breath was ragged as she lay back down, her body shaking from both fever and anger. "Adam will be the first to touch me. So don't fucking test me." she said, her words a threat wrapped in vulnerability. "Not now, not ever."

Lilith steadied herself after the headbutt, her hands rubbing her forehead where Eve had struck her. She wasn't exactly eager to push the confrontation any further, but the frustration simmered beneath the surface.

One day she'll break through.

One day she'll sleep with Eve and Adam.

One day.

But not today.

Lucifer could only weakly chuckle at what had just happened. After all, Lilith should have known better than to try and seduce Eve without him. He was the cream of the crop and without him, Lilith stood no chance. Sure, Eve rejected him as well but she was only playing hard to get is all.

-

Several weeks of isolation passed in a slow, agonizing haze for Adam. The monotony of the ward began to wear on him, its pristine walls and constant hum of machinery becoming a kind of prison. Though his physical symptoms of the Pestilence gradually receded under Raphael’s diligent care, the emotional toll lingered like a festering wound.

Adam's guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. He replayed the events leading up to his infection in his mind over and over again, dissecting every moment, every decision that had led to Vaggie's injury and his current isolation. Each time Raphael visited, Adam would offer only curt responses, his shame refusing to let him engage more than necessary.

Raphael, for his part, remained patient. He brought books, music, and other forms of entertainment to alleviate the monotony, but Adam's mood remained sour. It wasn't until he was finally released from the hospital that he began to show signs of improvement.

As soon as was given a clean bill of health, Seth and Azura were the first people to greet him in a very startling way, reminiscent of the way he would often greet Seth.

" HEY DAD!" They shouted from behind him.

Adam jumped, startled by their sudden appearance. He spun around, his wings instinctively flaring before folding back in embarrassment. Seth and Azura stood there, grinning ear to ear, each holding out a bouquet of wildflowers hastily tied together with twine. The sight of their cheerful faces tugged at something deep within Adam, momentarily lifting the heavy weight of guilt from his shoulders.

“What are you two doing here?” Adam asked, his voice rough from weeks of silence. He glanced between them, his expression softening despite himself.

“Bringing you these, duh!” Azura said, thrusting the bouquet into his hands with exaggerated flourish. “You’ve been locked away forever, and we missed you.”

“And we thought you could use some cheering up.” Seth added, his grin faltering just slightly as he studied Adam’s face. “You, uh, don’t look so great, Dad.”

Adam sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked down at the flowers, their delicate petals brushing against his fingers. The gesture was a sweet one, and it was hard not to smile despite the dull ache in his chest.

"I've ... done a lot of reflecting—"

"Never mind that! Come on, there is something we need to show you!" Azura urged, already pulling him forward by the arm.

"Come on, let's go!" Seth encouraged.

Adam felt a flicker of curiosity replace the heavy fog of guilt. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and though his body still ached with the residual exhaustion of his illness, he allowed them to lead him away. The sight of his children’s bright faces and their insistence on distracting him from his brooding brought a small, tentative smile to his lips.

"Where exactly are we going?" Adam asked, his voice softening as they hurried along.

"You’ll see!" Azura said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It’s a surprise. Just trust us, okay?"

After travelling for some minutes, the trio arrived at the training grounds and immediately, Seth opened the doors while Azura pushed Adam in.

"Oh Grandma!" Azura called out. "Someone is here to see you!"

He didn't think his children would be that eager to see him get berated by a certain High Seraphim. Still, he was going to get it from her sooner or later so he might as well get it over with.

He expected disappointment.

He expected anger.

He expected Sera to reprimand him for going against her instructions.

But nothing prepared him for what came next.

The sound of hurried footsteps and a muffled sob greeted Adam as he entered the room. Before he had a chance to react, Sera was on him within seconds and threw she her arms around him, pulling him into a fierce embrace that nearly knocked the wind out of him. Her wings wrapped around them both, as if it were trying to dig into him, desperate to hold him tight.

Adam stood frozen for a moment, his mind struggling to process what was happening. He had expected fury, disappointment, or at least a stern lecture. Instead, his mother held him with a desperation that spoke of sleepless nights and unending worry.

HE'S ALIVE!

So many nights since Adam's isolation, Sera had been unable to rest, haunted by the thought that she might lose him again. It was unlike any of the other situations Adam had been in.

If it involved the Hell Trio, she had the power to wrestle him free from their grasp.

If he had been missing, she had Uriel to locate him and act immediately.

But with the Pestilence, there was nothing she could do but hope that Raphael could save him. The feeling of helplessness was foreign to her, a Seraphim accustomed to commanding and protecting. For the first time in millennia, she had been powerless, and the weight of it had crushed her. Now, with Adam standing before her, alive and whole, all the emotions she had bottled up came rushing to the surface.

Adam slowly raised his arms, hesitating before wrapping them around Sera in return. The embrace felt suffocating yet comforting at the same time, and he wasn't sure how long they stood there. Feeling her tremble slightly against him, Adam tightened his grip, his own emotions threatening to spill over.

"I'm so sorry," Adam said, his voice wavering. "For everything."

Sera pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her hands cupped his face, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks as she studied him intently, as if committing every detail of his face to memory.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." Sera whispered, her voice hoarse from emotion. "When Raphael called, I thought ..."

I WANTED TO BREAK YOUR WINGS!

"I'm sorry." Adam repeated, his voice thick. "I didn't mean to -"

"I know." Sera cut him off gently, her gaze softening as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his face.

"Adam!" The voice of Emily called out, causing Sera to reluctantly pull away.

Adam looked over and Emily flew right into his face, tackling him with a tight hug. She nuzzled her face against his, tears already streaming down her face.

"We were so worried about you." Emily said, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "Thank goodness you're safe."

Adam smiled despite himself, wrapping his arms around h er and resting his chin atop her head. After a few moments, Sera gently nudged Emily away, clearing her throat.

" Come on Emily, everyone else would like a turn with him too." Sera reminded.

"Everyone else?" Adam echoed, his eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Dad!" A chorus of voices called out from behind Sera.

Sera stepped aside to reveal the entire Exorcists army waiting just beyond her, filling the training grounds. Each face bore a mix of joy and relief, and as Adam looked around, he was met with a wave of welcoming smiles. Streamers hung haphazardly from the ceiling, a massive banner bearing the words "Welcome Home, Dad!" stretched across the back wall, and the scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air.

Before Adam could properly take in the scene, Sera pushed him forward into the welcoming arms of his daughters, who rushed toward him with infectious enthusiasm. One by one, they engulfed him in a sea of hugs, laughter, and overwhelming affection. The Exorcists—his daughters—each had their own unique flair, but they shared a universal sense of warmth and devotion toward their father.

“Dad, you’re finally out!” cried one, her silver hair catching the light as she squeezed him tightly.

“We missed you so much!” said another, tugging at his sleeve with a grin that made Adam’s heart ache with bittersweet emotion.

“Did Raphael give you enough food? You look so thin!” a third chimed in, fussing over him like an overprotective mother.

Adam stood in the center of it all, frozen for a moment as he processed the scene. The weight of their love was as overwhelming as it was healing, and for the first time in weeks, he felt something other than guilt—he felt ... relief.

Adam couldn’t help but laugh—a small, shaky laugh that gradually grew into something genuine. “A party, huh? All of this ... for me?”

"Of course Dad! You're a hero!" An Exorcist named Beth says as she holds up a sign, written in red crayon and decorated with hearts, that reads 'I Love You, Dad!'

"A hero?" Adam echoed, the word sending a twinge of guilt through him.

"Didn't Emily tell you?" Layla asked ask she continued to hug his side.

"Emily?" Adam turns around to face her.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you." Emily says, scratching the back of her head sheepishly. "Thanks to you, we were able to make the cure for the Pestilence and with the help of the Exorcists, we've distributed the cure to the humans across the world."

Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. His knees nearly gave out as the weight of Emily's words settled over him. He blinked, staring at her in disbelief, trying to process the monumental impact of what she had just said.

"The Pestilence is over?" Adam asked, his voice a mixture of awe and confusion. His gaze swept over the crowd of Exorcists, each face beaming with pride and love.

"Yes!" Emily nodded vigorously. "Raphael used your blood to create the cure. Without you, it wouldn't have been possible. You're the reason millions of people are now alive and well!"

Adam's mouth opened, but no words came out. He glanced at Sera, who stood a little apart from the group, her expression a blend of pride and lingering concern. Her tear-streaked face softened as she stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder, knowing what he wanted to ask.

"You said we couldn't interfere." Adam paused, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at Sera. "What changed?"

"You did." Sera's reply was gentle but firm. "The agony we all felt while you were held up in isolation was ... excruciating. Not because we thought we lost you, but because we could do nothing to help you. I hold so much power and yet ... all I could do was stand by and wait."

She reached out and cupped his face in her hands, her touch gentle, reassuring. "You sacrificed so much, Adam. And it was because of that and some persuasion from Emily and Raphael that I was willing to put aside our rules for once."

But mostly because there was a high chance that Lucifer was involved with the disease making but he doesn't need to know that.

Adam couldn't hold back his tears anymore. They poured down his face, a silent river of grief and regret. He closed his eyes, struggling to contain the tumultuous emotions within him. His tears were met with gentle hands and warm embraces from the daughters who surrounded him. The Exorcists closed ranks, their overwhelming affection forming a cocoon of love around Adam. He was the center of their universe, their father, their everything—and in this moment, the weight of their adoration crushed his guilt beneath its sheer magnitude.

"Thank you all so much." Adam said, his voice barely a whisper as he clung to the daughter nearest to him, burying his face in her hair. "I don't deserve your love."

"You're wrong, Adam." Sera shook her head. "You deserve it more than anyone else."

Every Exorcists in the room nodded, each face reflecting the same sentiment.

THEY WILL NEVER STOP LOVING HIM!

-

"I ... I don't know about this." Vaggie whispered as she looked herself over in the mirror.

"You look great Vaggie and if Dad's response is anything less than positive, we can blame Lute for her poor taste in fashion." Aclima reassured her.

"The eyepatch is cool!" Lute said defensively. "I personally think it suits her and so will Sir!"

"An eyepatch with an 'X' on it? What a way to remind everyone and Vaggie herself that she lost her eye. Really nice job, Lute." Aclima said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"With that eyepatch, sinners will be shitting their pants the moment they see her!" Lute added, ignoring the dig.

Vaggie sighed, her hands trembling as she adjusted the eyepatch Lute had insisted she wear. The garment felt foreign, the unfamiliar sensation of the leather strap digging into her temple reminding her of her injury. Her reflection stared back at her, the once-familiar face now marred by the loss of her eye.

“I don’t want Dad to see me like this and blame himself even more.” Vaggie muttered, her voice tinged with doubt.

“Vaggie,” Aclima said softly, stepping closer. “This isn’t about him blaming himself. It’s about showing him that you’re strong, that you’ve recovered, and that you’re still you.”

“Exactly!” Lute chimed in, throwing an arm around Vaggie’s shoulder. “This eyepatch is your mark of honor. You survived against that bitch, lost an eye, and you’re still standing."

Vaggie turned away from the mirror, crossing her arms over her chest. “But what if—"

"Do you really believe Dad will stop loving you just because of this?" Aclima interrupted, her tone firm yet gentle.

“Of course not.” Vaggie replied, though her voice wavered. She knew her father's love was unwavering, yet the insecurity lingered, a shadow cast by her recent trauma.

“Then that’s all that matters,” Aclima reassured her, her expression softening. “He’s going to see how strong you are, how much you’ve overcome. And he’s going to be proud, not just of your resilience, but of your courage to face him, to face everyone, despite it all.”

Vaggie nodded, taking a deep breath. She looked back at her reflection, her gaze lingering on the eyepatch. Slowly, a sense of resolve settled over her. The eyepatch wasn’t just a cover for a wound—it was a symbol of her survival, her fight, her story.

"Alright, let’s go. I’m ready," Vaggie said, her voice steadier than before. She turned to Aclima and Lute, a determined look in her eye.

Lute grinned. "That’s the spirit! And remember, anyone gives you trouble, they answer to me."

Aclima rolled her eyes at Lute’s enthusiasm but smiled, leading the way as they walked towards the area where the celebration was held. It wasn't long until the trio found themselves surrounded by Exorcists, who cheered as Vaggie entered.

A chorus of cheers erupted as Vaggie stepped into the room, her nerves momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the Exorcists’ enthusiasm. The sight of her sisters clapping and shouting words of encouragement tugged at her heart. Despite her insecurities, their acceptance , their love, their belief in her, brought a smile to her face.

Aclima and Lute stayed close by her side, each offering a reassuring pat on the back as the crowd parted to let them through. Vaggie’s eye scanned the room, searching for the one person whose opinion mattered most in this moment. She spotted Adam near the center, surrounded by a small group of his daughters, who were chatting animatedly with him.

"Dad!" Vaggie called out, her heart pounding in her chest.

Almost immediately, the entire venue went quiet as Adam turned toward the sound of Vaggie's voice. His eyes widened when he saw her, the room's silence amplifying the moment. The crowd parted further to give her space, and Vaggie hesitated for a brief second, her confidence wavering under the weight of his gaze.

Then Adam smiled—a wide, genuine smile that melted away her fears. He took a step forward, his wings slightly unfurling as he reached out to her. "Vagasaurus." he said, his voice filled with warmth and relief.

Her insecurities bubbled to the surface for a moment, and she raised her hand to the eyepatch self-consciously. "I—I know it looks—"

Before she could finish, Adam crossed the remaining distance between them and pulled her into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her protectively, his warmth grounding her.

" You look great. " he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"But my—"

"Doesn't matter." Adam said firmly, pulling back just enough to look at her. His gaze softened, and he cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over the spot where the eyepatch met her skin. "You're my Vagasaurus and I love you no matter what."

Vaggie blinked, her eyes brimming with tears. She hugged him again, burying her face in his chest. "Thanks, Dad."

"And, for the record, the eyepatch is badass." Adam added, his gaze flickering briefly to the eyepatch.

Lute sticks her tongue out at Aclima, who rolls her eyes with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Vaggie let out a small laugh, the tension that had weighed so heavily on her chest easing at Adam's warm words and the playful antics of her sisters.

"Guess its our General who has a poor taste in fashion." Lute declared triumphantly, folding her arms with a smug grin.

Aclima shook her head, her expression softening as she watched the exchange. "Fine, Lute. You win this round. But don’t let it go to your head."

The Exorcists surrounding them began to cheer again, their voices rising in a chorus of support for Vaggie. Some called her name, others whistled, and a few clapped enthusiastically.

Looking around, Adam felt an overwhelming sense of pride and gratitude swell in his chest. Despite everything that had happened—the guilt, the pain, the near-losses—this moment reminded him of what truly mattered.

Family.

...

And he keeps risking them .. . for what?

He lost Harper.

He nearly lost Lute and Vaggie.

All because he wanted to go on an adventure.

It was fortunate that luck was on his side .

But for how long?

How many more times will he get lucky before the odds shift in the wrong direction?

How many more times would he gamble with the safety of those he loved before fate finally decided to deal a blow too heavy to bear?

As the Exorcists gathered around, each vying for his attention, the thought weighed heavily on his mind. His gaze flickered from face to face, searching for the answers.

Each of their smiling faces were quickly haunted by the image of their lifeless body.

Dead.

All because of him.

The thought was suffocating, the weight of his past decisions bearing down on him. He has always tried to look forward, never back, but right now, he can't help but take a glance back.

So many mistakes and tragedies could have been avoided ...

If he never left Heaven.

"I ... I don't think I want to adventure anymore."

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Extermination squared

Chapter 99: Adam Claus?

Summary:

Time for revenge!

Notes:

Okay, a few things.

1) I'm very grateful to both KnivesOuch and Angst_bb_angst. They did a collab recently and KnivesOuch drew BP Jophiel while Angst_bb_angst drew FMD Jophiel.

Link to the image: https://x.com/Drawlody/status/1866539804248445000/photo/1

2) Thanks to Michael_Afton_The_Menace for his Christmas themed idea that you'll read later in this chapter.

3) I hope you like this chapter. I don't feel like its the best but I also don't see how I can improve it. Anyway, please enjoy.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1349 A.D

There was something wrong with Adam. He could taste it in the beer and whiskey that Adam usually supplies him. Michael paused mid-thought, staring into his cup with a puzzled frown. The liquid was fine at first glance—amber-colored, the scent rich and earthy, just as it had always been. But there was something off, an almost imperceptible bitterness that lingered on the tongue long after swallowing.

After Adam's bold declaration that he didn't want to adventure anymore, no one was more ecstatic than Sera. While the High Seraphim didn't outwardly show it, Michael knew her well enough to tell she was happy that Adam finally decided to put a halt on his adventures.

The announcement that he no longer wished to adventure should have felt like a victory for Heaven, yet it left a bitter taste in Michael's mouth—just like this damn drink! Adam’s vitality, his fiery spirit, seemed diminished, replaced by a subdued, almost listless demeanor. Adam wore a smile like he usually did, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Michael had seen him laugh at the Exorcists’ jokes, engage in their games, and even flirt with Jophiel, yet something felt hollow about it all. It was as though Adam were performing the role of himself, rather than simply being.

Michael’s gaze flicked toward Adam, who sat a short distance away, surrounded by Exorcists eagerly recounting their latest training escapades or their day-to-day. Adam listened intently, nodding and offering small chuckles at their more dramatic embellishments. On the surface, it was the same Adam he’d always known—charismatic, kind, and deeply invested in his family.

But Michael saw the cracks.

They were subtle, but they were there. As they talked to him, a momentary flicker of his adventuring light would appear. A certain glint in his eyes, the mischievous grin that tugged at his lips, and the subtle lean of his body, all gave away to a man who wanted to go on an adventure. But as quickly as it came, it was gone, suppressed, and Adam would go back to listening to them.

"Michael, a word." Raphael appeared beside Michael, his face etched with concern. The Angel of Healing leaned in close, lowering his voice to ensure their conversation remained private. "I have the results."

Hearing that, Michael stood up, leaving his drink and followed Raphael into a nearby room.

"It was a little hard to pinpoint since so much was mixed in to whatever was used to make that Pestilence that infected Adam, but I was able to narrow down whose blood was used in its making." Raphael said as he opened a file on his tablet and handed it over to Michael.

"... Lucifer." Michael's eyes scanned the report on the tablet Raphael handed him. The confirmation that Lucifer’s blood was at the root of the Pestilence didn’t surprise him but rather, it angered him like never before.

SO LUCIFER WAS THE REASON HIS DRINKS WERE SHIT!

"That idiotic brother of ours." Raphael grumbled. "I doubt he was the one to engineer the Pestilence, but he definitely played a part in it."

Michael let out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking his head as he scrolled through the data.

"Its time I paid him a visit."

-

It was that time of the year again.

"Table? Check. Chairs? Check. Tea and cookies? Check." Lucifer looked over the table. "Okay, I have everything set. Now all we have to do is wait for her."

Just like nearly every exterminations before, as midnight slowly approached, the Sinners and Overlords of Pentagram City started barricading themselves in their home or moving to the outskirts of Pentagram City where the Exorcists don't usually bother checking. Only newly arrived Sinners who haven't learned about the Exterminations were left ignorant, to be hunted and eliminated by the Exorcists in hopes of buying those who knew more time.

And while every Overlord and Sinner hides away in fear, the Hell Trio once again prepares to welcome the eldest daughter of Adam and Eve to their gathering, hoping to glean even the smallest morsel of knowledge she has about Adam.

"I hate this so much." Eve grumbled, crossing her arms as she slumped into one of the chairs. "Every year, we cater to that brat, and for what!?"

"As I recall, you're the one who looks forward to this day the most." Lilith pointed out, remembering how Eve would sometimes spend days looking out at the clocktower, as if she could speed up the countdown through sheer will.

"Well, yeah, when she talks about Adam ... AND ONLY ADAM!" Eve's words trailed off, her tone tinged with both frustration and longing. She glared at the intricately set table as though it had personally offended her. The delicate glass cups, the perfectly arranged cookies—it all felt like an elaborate mockery of her desperation. "I don't want to hear about how he and her invented the 'Eden' special ... again!"

JUST DIE ACLIMA!

"Not to worry ladies, I've been practicing my snappy comebacks." Lucifer reassured them, rifling through his pockets . "Just give me a minute, and ... there! No need to thank me!"

After fishing through his pockets, Lucifer presents to Lilith and Eve a crumpled piece of parchment with hastily scrawled lines on it. His grin was triumphant as he held it up like it was a sacred scroll. The writing, however, was anything but divine. It was a list of “duck-related comebacks” complete with poorly drawn doodles of ducks in the margins.

Lilith stared at the parchment, her lips curling into a sneer. “Are you serious? This is your big plan?”

Lucifer waved the paper dramatically, clearly unbothered by her lack of enthusiasm. “Oh, ye of little faith! These are going to knock her flat! She’ll 'quack' under the pressure!”

Eve groaned, dragging her hands down her face.

Lucifer smirked, clearly delighted by her reaction. “You’re just jealous because you know these zingers will be the highlight of the evening!” He jabbed a finger at one particularly bold line on the parchment. “This one? ‘Why don’t you waddle back to your daddy?’ PURE GOLD!”

"I DON'T WANT HER TO GO BACK TO DADDY!" Eve yelled, slapping the paper out of Lucifer's hand. " I WANT HER DADDY TO COME TO ME!"

Lucifer pouted, looking down at the discarded paper. "You know, its not easy coming up with these duck-related puns. You could've shown some appreciation."

"Ughhh ... You left Adam for him?" Eve turns to Lilith, gesturing to Lucifer.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." Lilith muttered. "Though, in hindsight, maybe I should have taken a longer look at my options."

She cast a side-eye glance at Lucifer, who was now attempting to smooth out the crumpled parchment, muttering something about "ducktastic comebacks."

"Why do I even bother?" Eve sighed deeply, shaking her head. "We have one chance a year to glean something—anything—about Adam, and every year, that whore daughter of mine takes it and rubs it in my face!"

"Relax Eve! I'm sure this year will be different! I can feel it! " Lucifer reassured her, patting her on the shoulder.

As Lucifer’s words hung in the air, a distant bell rang from the Heaven Embassy—a clear, piercing sound that echoed across the grim expanse of Pentagram City. The trio stiffened, each reacting in their own way. Eve’s lips curled into a sneer, her fists tightening against the pristine tablecloth. Lilith straightened, her eyes narrowing as she adjusted her posture, a mix of disdain and anticipation flickering across her face. Lucifer, on the other hand, clapped his hands together with mock enthusiasm.

“Ah, right on time!” Lucifer grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. " Showtime!"

Lucifer sits between Lilith and Eve, a wide smile plastered across his face. Eve glares at the portal forming in the sky over Pentagram City. Lilith, on the other hand, keeps her expression carefully neutral. The Hell Trio watched as the portal opened, its shimmering edges expanding and growing.

However, instead of the familiar form of Aclima that usually came first, what emerged was a blinding flash of light, causing Lilith and Eve to flinch back and shield their eyes. Lucifer, on the other hand, squinted, his brow furrowed in confusion as he focused his vision.

"... Michael?" Lucifer muttered in disbelief.

It was the last thing Lucifer uttered before Michael, glowing with a fierce radiance, descended like a comet through the portal, his form wreathed in the unrelenting light of Heaven’s wrath. The Hell Trio barely had time to react before he slammed into Lucifer with the force of a divine meteor. The impact shattered the elegant tea setup, splintering the table and sending tea cups and cookies flying in every direction.

Lucifer's special throne-like chair was obliterated as his body was driven downward, crashing through the floor of his own castle. The sheer force of Michael's descent carried them through layers of reinforced stone and into the depths below, the noise of their collision a deafening cacophony that reverberated across Pentagram City.

When Lilith and Eve came to their senses, their gaze turned downward, peering into the smoking hole that was formerly where Lucifer sat .

"... Fuck." Both Lilith and Eve said in unison.

-

Sitting in front of her monitor overlooking hell with a steaming hot bowl of soup, Sera couldn't help but smile as the footage showed the massive hole Michael had made with his descent. Sipping her soup, she adjusted the angle of the camera feed, zooming in on the hole before having the camera follow them into the Wrath Ring.

This had been a good year for Sera. Adam had declared he didn't want to adventure and now, Michael was delivering a much-needed reminder to Lucifer about the consequences of overstepping his bounds. While the soup Adam had made for her lacked its usual spark, the events unfolding before her more than made up for it. The satisfaction of seeing Lucifer get his comeuppance warmed her heart more than the soup could.

Normally, she would be more reluctant about sending an attack force on Lucifer, knowing that he could make things difficult. After all, a cornered Lucifer was a potentially dangerous Lucifer. However, he and his wives have gotten too bold lately for her liking. You would think that the beating she and the others had dealt to them back in Egypt would have deterred them from any future schemes, but no, they kept trying to pull one over on Heaven.

They killed Harper.

They tried kidnapping Adam but instead, they kidnapped Lute.

They tried again and succeeded but fortunately, they managed to rescue Adam.

Then they created a disease that ravaged Europe and many more, took Vaggie's eye and nearly kidnapped Adam, AGAIN!

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

With the confirmation from Raphael that Lucifer's blood was a factor in the creation of the Pestilence, the decision for this Extermination Day to involve an assault on Lucifer was an easy choice for her and the council to make. Michael eagerly volunteered himself to face their brother while Uriel and Jophiel oversaw the Extermination in person.

The last thing they needed was a surprise attack from any of the other Sins on any of the Exorcists that could alarm Adam when he returns from Eden .

With each sip of her soup, Sera's satisfaction only deepened. The live feed displayed the Wrath Ring in full view, the city with its population of imps and others scattered in chaos and panic. The buildings shook with the force of the ongoing battle. Explosions, blasts of fire, and flashes of divine energy tore through the sky, lighting up the city in an array of bright colors.

While it was true that their contract with Lucifer stipulated that the Hellborn were off limits, that rule only applied to the Exorcists. Their personal involvement was framed as a direct punishment for Lucifer's repeated transgressions.

The collateral damage?

A necessary consequence of dealing with someone as persistent and treacherous as Lucifer and his wives. If anything, this would work to their advantage. The different Sins would no doubt be unhappy that themselves and their Rings could possibly be a target should their King become too reckless.

...

There was definitely something off with the soup though.

Sera takes another sip and frowns slightly. It lacked the usual zest that Adam's cooking brought—though it wasn’t terrible, it felt ... flat.

Sera set it aside, narrowing her eyes at the bowl. She wants to enjoy the show that Michael was putting on but her attention kept being drawn to Adam’s cooking. Even on his worst days, it had always carried a spark—an undeniable warmth and care that infused every bite. This ... this was just soup. Bland, unremarkable, and unsettlingly hollow, as though something essential had been left out.

In fact, his cooking overall hadn't tasted the same since his declaration to stop adventuring. While Adam's change of heart brought Sera immense relief, it seemed to have dulled his creative spark. His usual zest for life, which often bled into the flavors of his food, had waned, replaced by an almost mechanical repetition of the motions.

Sera sighed, standing up and pacing the room. The monitor still displayed Michael's glorious clash with Lucifer, their powers lighting up the Wrath Ring like a firework show. While it was satisfying to watch Michael deliver justice, her thoughts remained with Adam. This self-imposed restraint felt like it was slowly eroding the essence of who he was.

But this was what she wanted .

...

Right?

No more adventures.

No more putting his safety at risk.

No more near-misses.

No more fear that one day, she might lose him.

...

It's fine.

Adam just needs more time to adjust.

-

For a battle maniac like Michael, the opportunity to take out his pent-up aggression on the former Seraphim was a gift. And with his alcohol tasting off lately, his mood was especially sour, making him eager to unleash his frustrations. As Lucifer's battered form slammed into the rocky terrain of the Wrath Ring, Michael landed lightly a short distance away , a smirk playing across his lips.

Lucifer groaned, pushing himself up from the ground, his usual smug grin replaced with a grimace of pain. "Is this how you say hello now? No dinner, no drinks, just straight to the foreplay?" He coughed, spitting out a glob of gold ichor onto the cracked ground.

"You should know by now, brother, that I don’t waste time with pleasantries when it comes to you." Michael tilted his head, his expression cold. "Besides, you're the reason I haven't been enjoying my drinks lately."

Lucifer blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about? "

Michael snaps his fingers and a gold piece of paper appears in front of Lucifer. As the paper unfurled itself, it revealed the lab results of the Pestilence that infected Adam and the glaring ingredient at the core of the sickness—Lucifer's blood.

" Care to explain ?"

Lucifer's eyes widened, his expression shifting from confusion to a mix of anger and realization. "It wasn't me! It was -"

BELPHEGOR!

But the words died on his lips. He felt his throat tighten, and a phantom pressure around his vocal cords reminded him of the contract he had made with her. He couldn’t say her name, couldn’t even hint at her involvement. The implications of his silence pressed heavily on him, and he hesitated, his lips parting and closing like a fish gasping for air.

"So it was you." Michael snarled, mistaking Lucifer's silence for guilt. "I should have known only you'd stoop to new lows."

Michael cracked his knuckles, the light radiating from his form intensifying as his fury built.

"So causing the enslavement of thousands of people back in Egypt wasn't enough for you, was it?" Michael's words dripped with venom. "Now you've caused the death of millions just to try and take MY best friend away!?"

"YOUR BEST FRIEND!?" Lucifer growled, absolutely hating that Michael dare declare himself Adam's best friend.

Michael's smirk widened, feeding off Lucifer's anger. "That's right. MY best friend!"

Michael’s words ignited a fire in Lucifer’s chest, his pride and rage flaring simultaneously. He clawed himself upright, brushing dirt from his tattered coat. His crimson eyes blazed with unrestrained fury as he sneered at Michael, baring his teeth like a cornered wolf.

"How dare you." Lucifer growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can replace me? Adam was mine before he ever even knew your name."

Michael laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that echoed throughout the Wrath Ring. He took a slow step forward, his aura pulsing like the heartbeat of a star. "Oh, I’m sorry, little brother. Did I hit a nerve? Is the big, bad King of Hell jealous that Adam doesn’t talk about you anymore?"

Lucifer lunged, wings snapping open in a blur of movement. He swung a fist aimed directly at Michael’s smirking face, but Michael caught it mid-air with ease, the impact sending a shockwave rippling across the terrain. Lucifer’s other hand drew a blade of dark energy, slashing it upward in a streak of black fire. Michael deflected with a flick of his wrist, summoning a shimmering golden sword that clanged against Lucifer’s weapon, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap.

"You’ve gotten weaker, Lucifer." Michael taunted, tightening his grip on Lucifer’s fist and twisting it. The sound of bones creaking under pressure made Lucifer snarl in pain. "Or maybe you’ve just forgotten what it feels like to fight someone with real power."

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed as he gritted his teeth, a defiant growl rumbling in his throat. Despite the pain radiating from his twisted arm, his lips curled into a smirk, the familiar cockiness creeping back into his demeanor.

“Forgotten? Please, Michael.” Lucifer sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I’ve just been ... quacking off the rust.”

Michael’s brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face for a split second before understanding dawned. His eyes rolled, his expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. “Oh Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s smirk widened, and in the blink of an eye, he twisted his body unnaturally, slipping free from Michael’s grip with a flourish. He sprang backward, landing nimbly on a jagged rock outcropping. His wings unfurled in a grand display, black feathers catching the crimson light of the Wrath Ring’s perpetual storm.

“What can I say? I’m winging it!” Lucifer spread his arms theatrically, dark flames igniting along his fingertips. “Or perhaps you’d prefer I ‘fly south’ for the winter?”

Michael sighed deeply, his patience visibly thinning. “You never change, do you?”

“Oh, but I do!” Lucifer’s form shimmered, his body morphing and stretching until he was no longer himself but a massive, obsidian-feathered raven. His beady eyes glinted with malice as he let out a chilling caw, launching himself toward Michael with talons extended.

Michael sidestepped with ease, bringing his radiant sword up in a fluid arc. The blade sliced through the air, meeting the raven’s attack with a burst of light that forced Lucifer to veer off-course. The ground trembled as the transformed devil slammed into the dirt, his feathers scattering like shards of black glass before reforming into his humanoid form.

“Was that supposed to be impressive?” Michael asked, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

Lucifer dusted himself off, his grin undeterred. “Not impressive? I’d say it was fowl play.”

A dagger made of angelic power manifested in Michael's hand and with a flick of his wrist, he hurled it at Lucifer, the blade slicing through the air like a lightning bolt. It struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, piercing straight through Lucifer's left shoulder.

"Enough with the puns Lucifer. They aren't funny."

Lucifer winced, his fingers instinctively curling around the dagger buried in his flesh. He yanked the blade free, tossing it to the ground , watching it dissipate into a shower of gold sparks.

In a plume of smoke, Lucifer transforms into a snake, his pristine white scales glinting ominously in the dim red light. His serpentine form slithered across the rocky ground with lightning speed, coiling and striking with deadly precision. Michael barely flinched as the snake lunged, its fangs dripping with venom. With a swift motion, he caught the serpent by the neck, his grip unyielding despite its desperate thrashing.

"Still relying on tricks." Michael said, his voice calm but laced with disdain. He slammed the snake into the ground with enough force to shatter the surrounding stones, a burst of divine light radiating from the impact. The serpent's body dissolved into a cloud of black smoke, becoming an electric eel that sent a jolt of electric energy through Michael's hand, forcing him to let go.

Quickly shifting back to his humanoid form, Lucifer sprang backward, putting some distance between them. But before he could react, a blast of Holy Light surged toward him, slamming into his chest. The burning light seared his skin, sending Lucifer tumbling back with a guttural growl. He skidded across the jagged terrain, leaving a trail of scorched earth in his wake before being slammed into a large building.

The next thing he knew, Michael was in front of him, his sword sheathed and his fists alight with a fierce glow. The first punch connected with Lucifer’s jaw, sending a spray of ichor into the air. Michael didn’t stop, delivering blow after blow that crackled with divine energy, each one driving Lucifer deeper into the crumbling building behind him. Dust and debris exploded outward as the structure groaned under the strain, the concrete buckling beneath the onslaught.

Michael continued un relentingly, his rage boiling over as he drove Lucifer deeper and deeper into the wall, the building crumbling around them. Finally, his fist stopped mere inches from Lucifer's bloodied face. His chest heaved, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as the dust settled, his radiant eyes filled with fury.

"What happened to you, Lucifer? What happened to the brother I knew and once loved?" Michael's voice trembled slightly, his anger and sadness warring inside him.

In this moment, Lucifer was reminded of the old days when the two of them would stand together as comrades, brothers in the light of Heaven. Those memories, though distant and blurred by centuries of bitterness and pride, flickered faintly in Lucifer’s mind. For a fleeting second, the malice in Lucifer's eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of something almost human—regret, or perhaps longing.

But it was gone as quickly as it came.

ONLY ADAM MATTERS NOW!

Lucifer is the Sin of Pride .

He would always be the Sin of Pride.

With the golden ichor pooling in the back of his mouth , he spit s , spraying the substance across Michael's face.

"Fuck you." Lucifer spat, his voice hoarse and raw.

Michael didn’t flinch as the ichor splattered across his face. Slowly, he straightened, the divine light around him intensifying as if in response to Lucifer’s defiance. He wiped the ichor away with the back of his hand, his golden gaze boring into his brother’s bloodied face.

"You always did know how to ruin a moment." Michael muttered, his tone cold and cutting.

Bringing his fist back , he drove it into Lucifer's face with all his might. A loud crunch echoed across the battlefield as his knuckles made contact, and Lucifer's body was driven clean through the structure. Debris and broken concrete exploded outward, raining down in a shower of shattered stone.

As Lucifer laid there in a pile of rubble, Michael approached slowly, his boots crunching against the fractured ground . He loomed over his brother before slamming his boot down onto his chest , the impact forcing the air from his lungs in a choked gasp.

"You're lucky Heaven still wants you alive. Otherwise, I would've already ripped your throat out." Michael said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned forward, applying more weight to his foot. Lucifer let out a grunt of pain as the pressure on his chest increased. "Now listen closely, little brother. I'll only say this once: Remember that we WANT you alive, not that we NEED you. And trust me when I say that our patience is running thin. "

Lucifer gritted his teeth, blood and ichor dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he glared up at Michael. The angel’s radiance was nearly blinding, the embodiment of everything Lucifer had once been, everything he had abandoned. That flicker of regret was gone now, swallowed whole by his seething pride and the venom that coursed through his veins.

Michael’s words echoed in his ears, sharp and laced with the weight of Heaven’s authority.

Want.

Not need.

The insult stung, though Lucifer would never show it for he knew in his heart that Heaven may claim otherwise but he knows they NEED him! But Lucifer was different.

He didn't need Heaven.

He didn't need Michael.

HE ONLY NEEDED ADAM!

Michael could see his words had struck a nerve, even if Lucifer masked it behind his defiance. The faint twitch of an eye, the clenching of his jaw—it was enough. Raising his foot, Michael brings it down, stomping on Lucifer's chest once more, hard enough to send cracks spiderwebbing across the ground.

"Do what you want with these Sinners and Hellborn but if I hear you stirring trouble again on Earth or come after Adam, I will end you." Michael's voice was a low, dangerous growl, each word punctuated by the divine authority that Lucifer had once wielded but now found oppressive. "Be happy with what you have or I will personally see to it that you have NOTHING. No kingdom, no power, not even your wives."

Lucifer flinched at the mention of losing Lilith or Eve. His expression shifted slightly, the anger in his eyes giving way to something else—fear.

Fear was a rare emotion for Lucifer, buried deep beneath layers of arrogance and defiance. But Michael knew exactly where to dig, exactly what to say to pry it loose. The mention of Lilith and Eve struck like a blade through his already fragile pride, and for a split second, the King of Hell was laid bare.

Before Michael could fully savor the sight, a large swath of hellfire rushed past his face, missing by mere inches. Michael jumped back, narrowly avoiding the blast, which was quickly followed by another. Bringing his blade up, he blocks an attack from a burning black sword.

"Michael!" Satan snarled, his eyes burning with hatred.

Michael’s expression hardened as the black blade clashed against his own, sparks of divine light and infernal flame scattering into the air. He shoved Satan back with a forceful swing, sending his once brightest student backpedaling several steps.

"Satan." Michael spat the name like venom, his voice dripping with disdain. "Here to offer Lucifer a hand?"

Satan couldn't care less about the state Lucifer was in. If anything, this was his chance to finish off the prideful fuck and claim what he believed should have been his all along—the throne of Hell.

LUCIFER DOESN'T DESERVE IT!

But Satan was the Sin of Wrath and when he saw Michael, his wrath ignited like an unquenchable blaze, narrowing his vision to one singular target. Michael was more than just his former teacher; he was the embodiment of everything Satan despised—the perfection he could never attain, the authority that had cast him down, and the figure that he needed to surpass if he were ever to truly achieve his ambitions.

Satan lunged forward, his infernal sword burning brighter, fueled by his rage. Each swing of the blade carried the weight of centuries of hatred, each strike a scream of defiance against the authority of Heaven. Michael parried with practiced precision, his movements calm and measured, the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You used to wield that blade with such grace. But now you swing it like a club." Michael taunted, dodging a reckless overhead strike. "How far the mighty have fallen."

"Shut up!" Satan roared, his sword arcing toward Michael's head.

Michael sidestepped with infuriating ease, his blade coming up to meet Satan's in a blinding clash of light and fire. The force of the impact sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield, scattering loose debris and causing the ground beneath them to crack and buckle.

"You know." Michael said, his tone almost conversational as their blades locked. "I used to think there was hope for you. That maybe after a couple of centuries, you would mellow out and see the error of your ways. But now? You're just a rabid dog." With a quick twist of his wrist, he forced Satan's blade down, the tip embedding into the fractured ground.

Satan snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't talk to me about hope, Michael! You stripped that from me the day you cast me down. The day you chose that pathetic amalgamation of dust and clay over your own kind!"

Michael’s gaze hardened, his golden eyes narrowing as Satan's words cut through the din of their battle. With a sharp motion, he shoved Satan back, the force of his divine strength enough to send the Sin of Wrath staggering.

"You chose this path, Satan." Michael said, his voice cold, but there was an undertone of something else—disappointment, perhaps, or pity. "Your downfall was written the moment you let your rage and anger consume you. Adam didn’t take anything from you. You threw it away."

Satan growled, his grip tightening on his blade as hellfire erupted around him. The heat was blistering, turning the air between them into a shimmering haze. "Spare me your sanctimonious drivel. You talk about choices, but what choice did I have? I was your student. The best even! But you chose a human over me. A FUCKING HUMAN! How could I possibly accept that! ? "

Satan’s fiery blade swung toward Michael in an arc, forcing the Seraphim to leap back. The clash of their weapons sent a shower of sparks cascading into the air. Lucifer, still sprawled on the ground, watched the exchange with narrowed eyes.

"All I ever wanted was to stand at your side as an equal, to share in the glory we could have built together! But you turned your back on me the moment Adam appeared!”

WHY ADAM!?

Michael blocked another strike, his blade singing as it deflected Satan’s wrath-fueled blows. The smirk that had earlier danced on his lips faded, replaced by an icy glare. “You wanted equality, but your pride demanded superiority. Don’t twist your ambitions into some noble cause. This was always about you—your power, your ego.”

Satan’s eyes flared with infernal light, and his movements became more erratic, more reckless. Each strike carried the weight of millennia of rage, and each missed blow only fueled his fury further.

Michael weathered Satan's ferocious assault, his movements deliberate and fluid, each counterstrike cutting through the haze of hellfire with the precision of a master. The clash of their weapons resonated like thunder, rippling through the ruined battlefield.

“You think this rage makes you strong?” Michael said, his voice rising over the din of their battle. “It blinds you, Satan. It’s why you’ll never defeat me. You’re not a warrior anymore—you’re a tantrum wrapped in flames.”

Satan roared, his infernal power surging, the ground beneath him splintering as his wrath threatened to overwhelm the already unstable terrain. “SHUT UP!” he bellowed, the sheer force of his voice causing nearby rubble to quake. “You don’t get to judge me—not after everything you’ve done. Not after I lost my hand because of that daughter of his!”

HE'LL KILL EVERYONE OF THOSE FUCKING EXORCISTS!

Michael dodged a wide, reckless swing, stepping forward and driving the hilt of his sword into Satan's jaw with brutal efficiency. Satan staggered, black ichor dripping from his mouth, but he refused to fall. His eyes, twin suns of fury, bore into Michael with unrelenting hatred.

"I'll never forgive you, Michael." Satan spat, his words tainted by the ichor dribbling from his lips.

"You're hardly the first to hold a grudge against me." Michael said, eyeing his wayward brother still laying in the crater, watching. "And I doubt you will be the last."

With a closed fist, he strikes Satan's cheek. His punch sends him stumbling back, blood and ichor spraying into the air. Satan tries to steady himself, but his feet slip out from under him, and he crashes to the ground .

The Sin of Wrath struggles to get back up, his rage giving him strength, but it isn't enough. Before he can rise, Michael appears above him, his sword hovering over Satan's left arm. The blade sinks into flesh, drawing a howl of pain and rage.

"Maybe you'll finally learn to temper that rage of yours once you lose both of your hands." Michael said, his voice cold.

Satan snarls, his teeth bared like a wild animal as he thrashes. But Michael's blade cuts deeper, and the scent of ichor fills the air. Before Michael can cut deep enough, Lucifer lands a left hook to Michael's cheek, his fist blazing with hellfire, followed closely with a right hook, catching Michael off guard.

"Lucifer!?" Satan growled, his eyes going wide with surprise.

Clasping his hands together, Lucifer brought his fists up, striking Michael's chin with an uppercut. The impact was enough to stagger the Seraphim , and he was thrown backward. He crashed through a building, creating a new hole, and the structure crumbled around him. Lucifer rushes to Satan's side and yanks the sword from his arm , tossing it aside where it dissipates in a flurry of holy sparks.

"I thought you of all people would have given Michael what he deserved." Lucifer sneered as he crouched beside Satan. His voice was laced with mockery , but his crimson eyes gleamed with triumph. "All that talk about being his best student but I suppose you're too weak, certainly not as strong as me. It's a shame really."

Lucifer was a bastard.

Satan was well aware of that fact.

He was the Sin of Wrath, not Pride.

But even Satan was flummoxed at how prideful Lucifer could be, even after being beaten down to the brink of defeat. For a moment, Satan lay there, bloodied and seething, glaring up at Lucifer with unfiltered contempt. The King of Hell still managed to smirk, his bruised and battered face twisted into something smugly victorious.

“I don’t need your help." Satan growled, his voice ragged from pain, but he forced himself upright, his injured arm trembling.

Lucifer rolled his eyes with exaggerated disdain. “Oh, of course. You were doing so well on your own.” he replied, dripping with sarcasm. He leaned back on his heels, his hellfire momentarily flickering out as he exhaled.

"Have you already forgotten that I was the one that stopped Michael from stomping his foot through your chest!?" Satan retorted. While it was unintentional, it was still a fact.

Lucifer’s smug grin faltered for only a moment before returning with double the arrogance, his teeth glinting in the glow of lingering hellfire. "You’re welcome, by the way." he quipped, rising to his feet with slow, theatrical flair. "If it weren't for me, you would -"

Lucifer was cut off when a blade of pure light erupted from the ground beneath his feet, narrowly missing his torso as he leapt back with a curse. The divine weapon shot upward like a spear, piercing the sky and sending a cascade of sparks showering down upon them.

Michael emerged from the crumbling wreckage, his wings unfurled in a blazing display of divine might. His armor was streaked with blood and grime, his face shadowed by the remnants of dust, but his eyes burned brighter than ever. Within seconds, Michael had closed the distance between himself and Lucifer. The next thing Lucifer knew, he was on the ground , the wind knocked out of him.

Satan couldn't register the speed at which Michael moved, let alone the strength behind the blows. One minute, Lucifer was standing beside him, and the next, he was being sent flying through the air before landing with a loud thud . Lucifer’s body crashed into the cracked earth with a bone-jarring impact, a trail of dust and debris rising like a funeral shroud in his wake. Michael didn’t give him a moment to breathe.

Michael delivered repeated blows to Lucifer mid-section , his fist glowing with the intensity of his angelic power. Each punch landed like a battering ram, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the fractured ground and causing Lucifer to convulse in pain. When Lucifer shifted his arms to shield his torso, Michael quickly switches to battering his face instead.

Satan was no stranger to violence, but this was a new level of brutality, even for him. It was like watching an artist at work, the way Michael seemed to revel in the sound of bones cracking beneath his fist.

Lucifer tries to throw a punch, but Michael catches his fist and immediately delivers a bone shattering punch to his elbow, breaking the joint with a sickening crack. A howl of pain tore from Lucifer’s throat as his arm bent at an unnatural angle, hellfire sputtering and dying around him. Michael’s expression remained cold, detached, as though he was chiseling a statue rather than beating his brother into the dirt.

Lucifer’s pride refused to let him stay down. Gritting his teeth against the agony, he lashed out with his remaining good arm, summoning a wave of hellfire to burst upward in a column of flame. Michael was quick to grab his arm and redirect the blaze towards Satan instead .

Satan took to the skies, cursing loudly as the inferno licked at his heels.

"What the fuck, Lucifer!" he snapped. Looking back down, the King of Hell was suddenly rapidly approaching him, Michael having thrown him up towards Satan like a shotput.

Satan’s eyes widened just in time to see Lucifer’s battered form colliding into him mid-air. The impact was catastrophic—a collision of pure wrath and pride—and it sent both of them tumbling like comets wreathed in flame. They smashed into the distant ruins of a once-proud tower, the structure giving way beneath their combined weight. Stone, steel, and fire erupted in a cacophony of destruction, a shockwave rippling outward as the broken remnants of the tower crumbled around them.

Satan coughed out a mouthful of blood and ichor, rolling over and shoving Lucifer off of him with a disgusted snarl. “For fuck’s sake, you’re dead weight, you arrogant bastard!” His ribs throbbed, some clearly cracked, but his wrath flared hot enough to dull the pain.

Lucifer, sprawled out on the rubble, let out a wheezing laugh, blood running from his split lips. “Dead weight?” He smirked, spitting a glob of ichor onto the stone beside him. “I’ll take that as a compliment, coming from a man who couldn’t even keep his footing against Michael.”

Satan hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously as he loomed over Lucifer. He was ready to snap the other Sin in half, consequences be damned. But before he could, a blast of pure divine energy struck the ground in front of him, throwing him back.

Michael landed a short distance away, his wings outstretched, and his armor and sword coated in ichor and blood. His eyes burned with authority, and the light around him grew blinding, the very air pulsing with power.

"I hope you two learned your lesson." Michael said, his voice a low rumble, laced with a subtle warning. "Satan, I suggest you go get your arm fixed."

"Fuck you." Satan hissed.

"And Lucifer, the deal still stands. The Exorcists will not target the Hellborn ." Michael added, ignoring Satan's response. "But remember, if I hear about you trying anything on Earth again, I will be back."

"You won't." Lucifer wheezed, his voice ragged from the beatdown.

"I better not." Michael said, before taking off and disappearing into the sky, leaving the two Sins in a pile of rubble and ruin.

Satan glances over at the weakened King of Hell and considers finishing the job. His fingers twitched, his hellfire still burning faintly along the edge of his blade. For all of his contempt toward Michael, he found it hard to resist the opportunity presented before him. Lucifer was vulnerable—battered, broken, and, for once, quiet. The King of Hell had spent millennia lording his Pride over everyone, including Satan, and now he lay crumpled at Satan’s feet like an offering.

It would be so easy.

Or would it?

Lucifer seemed to sense it, his crimson eyes flickering up to meet Satan’s gaze. Even in his broken state, even with one arm twisted at a grotesque angle and blood streaming from his mouth, there was still that unrelenting spark of defiance. That insufferable arrogance.

For a brief, fleeting moment, Satan considered striking him down. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the faintest whisper of hesitation. His whole body ached with the need to strike, to carve that smug look off Lucifer’s face for good. But as he loomed over his rival, his mind flashed back to Michael’s words, to the disdain that had dripped from the Seraphim’s voice.

'You’re not a warrior anymore—you’re a tantrum wrapped in flames.'

Satan’s fists clenched, the hellfire around him flickering like a heartbeat—erratic and unsteady. The desire to finish Lucifer off roared within him, louder than the howling winds and crumbling ruins. And yet ...

Michael’s words cut deeper than any blade.

The realization made Satan’s teeth grind with frustration. If he killed Lucifer now, he wouldn’t be proving his strength—he’d be proving Michael right. A tantrum. A rabid dog that bites because it can’t do anything else.

That bastard was still teaching him, even now.

Satan spat, his saliva mingling with the pool of ichor at his feet.

He wouldn't do it.

Not like this.

Once upon a time, he could have gone toe to toe with Michael and make him break a sweat. But the years had been unkind, his form and technique fading as his rage consumed him. In his current state, he wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on Michael, let alone best him in combat. Even Lucifer, battered and broken, was still more of a threat.

It was infuriating.

He needed to beat Lucifer when he is at his best, to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was superior, that his power surpassed even the King of Hell and that Michael should have chosen him over Adam. He wouldn’t settle for a hollow victory, not here, not like this.

With a low growl, he forced himself up , his battered body protesting with each movement. The temptation lingered, but it was overridden by the burning desire to prove himself. He needed time. He needed to regain his strength, to sharpen his skills, and to be better.

Better than Lucifer.

Better than Michael.

BETTER THAN ADAM!

He turns and leaves.

-

"LAH LAH LAH!" Eve shouted out.

"And Emily taught me the Eden special that she used on Dad and -" Aclima continued with a smirk.

"LAH LAH LAH!" Eve interrupted once again.

Lilith had her face in her palms. After Michael had carried her husband off to who knows where, Aclima showed up shortly after and the three of them proceeded with their usual tradition of talking. Of course, in less than a minute, Eve was already trying her best to tune out all the details about Adam's sex life which didn't involve her which was pretty much all of it.

Aclima, however, was more than eager to share every lust-filled detail, even going so far as to describe Adam's technique in vivid detail. Eve tried to block her ears, but when the subject is about Adam, Eve couldn't help but want to listen and Aclima took full advantage of that.

THIS IS FOR VAGGIE'S EYE!

If it weren't for the fact that Eve was here or that it was currently Extermination day, Lilith would actually be quite interested in hearing about the Eden special. But with Eve's constant 'Lah lahing', Lilith could hardly hear a word of it.

"Dad let out his load and I could barely -"

"Shut up you whore!" Eve finally burst, slamming her palms against the table, rattling their drinks. "And stop having sex with my fucking husband!"

"He isn't your husband!" Aclima countered, slamming her own hands on the table. "Not anymore!"

"He still loves me more! You 'll never replace me !" Eve shouted.

"I'm his fucking favorite!" Aclima snapped back.

"I'm the only one who can satisfy him!" Eve retorted.

"You've got nothing compared to me! I've fucked him on the ceiling, and in the bathroom, and -"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Eve screamed, throwing a tea cup at Aclima.

Aclima easily dodged the flying cup, laughing triumphantly as Eve's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Ha! Missed!" Aclima teased.

"I did not raise you to be a whore!" Eve growled.

"You didn't raise me at all!" Aclima retorted.

"I should have drowned you when I had the chance! Then your father would still be happily married to me!" Eve ranted.

"Dad doesn't love you anymore, you fucking hag!"

"Bitch!"

"Cunt!"

"Am I interrupting?" Michael ask after flying out of the hole he and Lucifer made.

The girls turned their heads to see the Seraphim, covered in blood and grime, walking up to their table.

"Just the usual." Lilith started. "... My husband, is he-"

"He's alive." Michael reassured. "Unfortunately."

"Thank goodness." Lilith sighed.

She had no doubt in her mind that Heaven wouldn't kill Lucifer but the thought that Lucifer might not survive Michael's assault had lingered in the back of Lilith's mind, though she would never admit it out loud. For all his flaws—and there were many—Lucifer was still her husband.

"Aclima, where is Vaggie?" Michael ask, changing the subject.

"Vaggie? Oh, uh, last time I saw her, she was leading squadron C in Cannibal Town." Aclima responded.

"Alright." Michael said before looking to Eve and Lilith. "And I'm still expecting my numbers at our next meeting."

With his piece said, Michael turns and takes to the skies in the direction of Cannibal Town.

"Right." Lilith looked back at Eve and Aclima, who were staring at each other like a pair of feral animals.

-

Stabbing a retreating cannibal Sinner in the back, Vaggie watched as it fell over and died, her spear covered in blood. The chaos of Extermination Day roared around her—the cries of Sinners dying in droves echoed through Cannibal Town. Vaggie had been tasked with leading Squadron C to kill as many cannibals as possible.

Her team of Exorcists had carved their way through Cannibal Town’s twisted streets, leaving bodies in their wake. The Sinners who hadn’t fled to the outskirts were now reduced to broken, twitching forms scattered across the cobblestones. It was a gory sight, but every Exorcist has long grown accustomed to such things.

Before ordering her squadron deeper into the town, she glanced up at the sky and saw a familiar figure swooping down. It was Michael, and the sight of him put her on edge. She had heard the news that Michael would be joining them this year, and while the idea of working alongside the Seraphim was enticing, his presence was still intimidating.

The normally drunkard Michael was sober and serious.

“Michael.” Vaggie greeted stiffly, forcing herself to remain composed despite the ache in her limbs from hours of relentless fighting. Her spear rested loosely in her blood-streaked hand, the tip still dripping crimson. “What brings you here? I thought you were handling Lucifer.”

Michael wiped his bloodied knuckles on the edge of his sleeve with a nonchalance that sent shivers down her spine. “I was. And now I’m here to handle something else.” His eyes flicked to her, sharp and scrutinizing.

Vaggie immediately understood that she was that 'something else'.

"Layla, you're in charge, continue the mission." Vaggie ordered, her voice firm and commanding.

Layla gave a stiff nod, and the rest of the Exorcists began clearing the streets, leaving Michael and Vaggie alone.

"You wanted to speak with me?" Vaggie asked, turning her attention back to Michael.

Michael was silent for a moment, the gears clearly turning in his head. He places both of his hands on her shoulder, his grip gentle.

"Vaggie, I need you to fix your father." Michael said.

"... What?" Vaggie's mind froze. "What do you mean 'fix'?"

"My drinks Vaggie! The drinks that your Dad provides me don't have the same kick! It doesn't give me the same satisfaction anymore!" Michael whined, shaking Vaggie. "You've noticed it right!?"

While she wasn't a drinker, the food that her Dad has been cooking lately had definitely tasted ... off. It wasn’t something anyone could point out explicitly, but there was a hollowness to it, a lack of spark that had once defined everything Adam touched. For as long as she could remember, her father’s cooking had always felt alive—infused with something unnameable but unmistakable.

But ever since he stopped adventuring, ever since he settled into a quieter existence, that spark had dimmed. Vaggie had brushed it off at first, assuming he was just tired or distracted. Yet hearing Michael of all people validate it now sent an uneasy ripple through her.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Vaggie ask.

" The last adventure he ever went on was with you. He is probably still feeling guilty about your eye or something ." Michael replied, his tone sounding very matter of fact. " I don't know and I don't care how you do it but get your father to start adventuring again!"

"But Grandma -"

"Forget Sera! I can handle her." Michael reassured, waving a dismissive hand. "You want your father happy don't you!?"

Vaggie couldn't deny it. Despite the horrors of their last adventure—her injury, the chaos, and the harrowing moments where she thought she'd lose her Dad forever—those memories still carried a sense of vibrancy. Her father had lived during that adventure, even if it had nearly cost them everything. Now, though, Adam seemed hollow, as though he had surrendered a part of himself along with his desire to explore.

Vaggie shifted uncomfortably under his stare. A part of her resented the implication—that it was her responsibility to “fix” Adam. But another part of her knew Michael was right. If Adam had dulled his spark for her sake—because of what happened during that last adventure—then perhaps she was the only one who could pull him back.

Michael clapped her on the shoulder, a triumphant smirk playing at his lips. “Good girl. Let me know when you’ve worked your magic. And if you need anything—permission, resources or a cover for an impromptu adventure—just call me.”

He took to the skies before she could reply, his golden wings cutting through the dim, blood-tinged sky of hell. Vaggie remained rooted in place, watching him disappear over the horizon. Her thoughts churned with conflicted emotions.

Fix her father?

Get him to adventure again?

It wasn’t like she could just march into the house and declare, “Dad, it’s time for you to climb a mountain or dive into the sea again.” Adam was stubborn in a quiet way. He would smile, hug her, and simply refuse.

But Michael was right about one thing—Adam wasn’t himself. He was pretending, burying something deep inside. If Vaggie wanted her father to live, not just survive, then she’d have to figure out a way to remind him of what he was missing.

And as much as she loved Sera—her grandmother wasn’t helping. Adam’s domesticated, adventure-free life was everything Sera had ever wanted for him. Safe, secure, uneventful. Vaggie clenched her fists, her jaw tightening. She couldn’t ignore the truth anymore: Sera’s version of “safety” was slowly killing him.

"If only there was a compromise." Vaggie whispered as she continued to mull over her dilemma.

-

For the first time in his afterlife, Adam didn't explore Eden .

Instead, after having set up their place of rest with Emily, he simply chose to lay there , his mind drifting aimlessly. To anyone who didn't know him well, Adam seemed to be at peace—his face relaxed, his breathing steady. But inside, Adam felt anything but. He was adrift, caught in a limbo he couldn’t quite name, and for the first time, he didn’t know how to climb his way out.

He’d always been a man of action, of movement. The Earth itself had called to him—its mountains, its rivers, its hidden places waiting to be discovered. And even here, in the afterlife, the pull of curiosity had never truly left him.

He still knew there was more to the universe than what was before him. There were still secrets and mysteries beyond his comprehension, and the desire to explore burned within him. Even the grass and dirt beneath him seemed to whisper invitations, urging him to dig, to uncover, to do something.

Which is why he now suffers as he tries to snuff out the spark within.

Eden was his greatest test with its endless mysteries and the countless wonders hidden within its lush, vibrant landscape. Each trip to this place was like diving into a vast, glittering ocean, and the urge to explore, to dive deeper, to find every secret that Eden hid within, was as irresistible as ever.

Adam’s memories of his previous ventures across Eden tugged at the edge of his consciousness—a whisper, a promise of something more. He’d discovered rivers of liquid crystal, mountains that sang when the wind passed through them, and forests filled with bioluminescent creatures that made the night glow like day. Each moment had felt alive, electric, as though the universe itself were opening its arms to him.

But now ... now he ignored those whispers, forced himself to lie still and let the world pass him by. A world where he didn’t chase the horizon, where he didn’t burn with the need to know and to create? A bitter smile curled at the corner of his lips.

His thoughts wandered to Harper, Lute and Vaggie. Each of them had paid dearly for his curiosity and his passion. The pain they endured, the trauma they suffered.

How could he justify any of it?

He could always explore Heaven but there was no mystery in its perfection. Every blade of grass, every gleaming tower, every river of light—pristine, predictable, and ultimately empty. Heaven offered no surprises, no challenges, nothing to conquer or discover. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t alive.

Eden, on the other hand, called to him. Its untamed wilds, its shimmering secrets, its promise of something more. The pull gnawed at his very being, a quiet hum beneath his skin that refused to be silenced. And if Eden alone simply pulled at his soul, the Earth itself was a siren song.

Yet Adam forced himself to resist it, to stay still, to let the world pass him by.

He must.

For all those he loved.

“It’s fine.” Adam whispered to himself. His voice barely rose above the rustling leaves of Eden. “It’s fine.”

But it wasn’t.

He knew it.

Everyone who knew him well knew it.

And it scared him more than he dared to admit.

-

Vaggie had a plan.

It wasn't foolproof, but she couldn't think of anything else. It would either work or it wouldn't. And if it didn't work, then Vaggie was fresh out of ideas so she had to make it work.

Knocking on the door the the High Seraphim's office, Vaggie waited patiently.

"Enter." Came the voice of the High Seraphim.

Stepping into the room, Vaggie shut the door behind her and approached her Grandmother's desk. The High Seraphim was sitting at her desk, going over some paperwork.

"Grandma, I have a request." Vaggie started.

"Oh?" Sera asked, putting down her pen and giving her full attention to her granddaughter. "What is it?"

"Well, with how Dad has been lately ... I would like to take him on an adventure." Vaggie said.

Sera’s brows lifted, a mixture of surprise and mild suspicion crossing her face. “An adventure?” she echoed, her voice calm but carrying the weight of generations of judgment. “Vaggie, your father—”

“—needs it.” Vaggie interjected firmly, cutting her grandmother off. Sera’s eyes narrowed slightly, but Vaggie held her ground. She wasn’t going to be talked out of this. “I know what you’re going to say, Grandma. That he’s safer now. But can’t you see what it’s doing to him? Surely you've noticed?"

Sera’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Adam is adapting, Vaggie. After everything he’s been through, he deserves peace. You think he is suffering but in reality, he is merely adjusting.”

Vaggie sighed, frustrated by her Grandmother's dismissal.

"He’s pretending for you, but it’s killing him.” Vaggie shot back .

The words hung heavy in the room. Sera’s gaze hardened, but Vaggie wasn’t intimidated. She clenched her fists, channeling every ounce of determination she had into her stare.

“This isn’t about guilt over my eye.” Vaggie continued, her voice softer now. “It’s about who Dad is. He’s not someone who sits still. He needs to move. He needs to see, to discover, to live.” Her eyes burned with emotion as she stepped closer. “Please, Grandma."

Sera regarded her granddaughter in silence, her piercing gaze searching Vaggie’s face for any sign of weakness or hesitation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she let out a slow sigh and leaned back in her chair.

"Very well." Sera said.

"Really?" Vaggie was shocked, and her grandmother's next words didn't help her regain her composure.

" However, I will be coming along as well." Sera declared, standing up from her seat. " And I choose where we go."

"I ... alright." Vaggie conceded, knowing her grandmother wouldn't take no for an answer. "Where are we going?"

" It'll be a surprise." Sera replied with a grin, stepping around the desk. "Now go on and inform your father."

-

"Vaggie, you don't really have to do this. I am perfectly fine staying at home." Adam argued, trying his best not to sound ungrateful.

"Dad, you need this." Vaggie replied, her tone gentle but firm.

"She's right Sir. I need my sparring partner in his best condition ." Lute added as she pushed at his back.

" You have Aclima though, don't you?" Adam countered, glancing over his shoulder.

" I can't be sparring with Lute all the time Dad." Aclima chimed in. " I'm busy and Lute would probably go overboard with anyone else other than us."

"So where are we going then?" Adam ask, turning his head back to the front.

"No need to worry about that." Vaggie replied. "Just know that we are going on an adventure with Grandma."

Adam blinked. “Wait, your Grandma agreed to this!?"

His steps faltered, and for a moment, the entire group paused in the middle of the pathway. Vaggie and Aclima exchanged quick glances while Lute smirked faintly, arms crossed in amusement as she watched Adam process the information.

“Yes, Grandma.” Vaggie confirmed, folding her arms and standing her ground.

Adam turned to her, incredulous. “You're pulling a prank on me aren't you? You must be. What is the punchline?"

"Nope, no punchline." Vaggie denied.

"She said she'll even come along this time." Aclima added .

"And choose where we go." Lute finished.

"... I must be dreaming." Adam whispered, rubbing his forehead.

"You aren't." Vaggie reassured.

Never before did Sera accompany Adam on any of his adventures. She was the one who preached stability, peace, and staying far from danger. For her to tag along—and to pick the destination, no less—was incomprehensible. Adam opened his mouth, then closed it again. For the first time in ages, a spark—small, hesitant, but undeniable—lit up behind his eyes.

Well ... one adventure shouldn't hurt.

-

Sera was ready to snuff that spark of adventure within Adam out completely. After researching the area they were going to, she had picked the absolute worst place for an adventure.

Humanity was still recovering from the ravages of the black death. While they had been cured of the disease, many dead bodies littered the countryside, leaving the survivors with plenty of work to do. Add on the scarcity of food and resources and there was a whole world of misery for Adam to explore.

All she had to do was show Adam the devastation and misery that humanity was enduring. Sera knew Adam well enough to anticipate his every reaction. While his curiosity was boundless, his compassion often outweighed it. He would see the ruins of villages, the hollow eyes of the survivors, the weight of their grief and struggle—and he would no longer feel the pull of adventure. Instead, he would turn away, reminded of the cost of curiosity.

Because for every time he tries to go on his adventures, he just keeps reminding the Hell Trio that they could target Adam on Earth. And its because of his adventures that the Hell Trio keep trying.

JUST STAY IN HEAVEN ADAM!

"Mom?" Adam called out, breaking Sera from her thoughts.

"Adam, you're here. Good." Sera smiled, getting up from her seat . "Ready to set out?" she asked, her tone bright and composed. She glanced at the trio behind Adam—Vaggie, Aclima, and Lute—all wearing expressions ranging from cautious optimism to restrained curiosity. Adam, however, seemed hesitant, his posture uncertain.

"Mom, are you sure about this?" Adam asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You’ve never—”

“I’m perfectly sure.” Sera interrupted, her smile unwavering. “I thought it was time I shared in one of your ... adventures."

Adam was still having trouble believing it. But the expression on his mother's face was unyielding. If anything, it was the look of a person who had already made up their mind and had no intention of backing down.

Lute, standing slightly behind Adam, leaned in with a smirk. "Don't question it, Sir. If Lady Sera says she's coming, she's coming. And I'm sure you'd rather have her at your side than not."

Lute wasn't wrong. With the High Seraphim by his side, the possibility of danger was pretty much zero. Adam couldn't help but concede.

"Then let's be off. We have a long way to go." Sera said, opening the portal.

"So, where are we going?" Aclima ask, the eagerness in her voice apparent.

"You'll see soon enough ." Sera replied, not bothering to elaborate.

-

Stepping out of the portal, the group found themselves greeted by a landscape that seemed drained of life and color. The air was heavy, carrying the faint, acrid scent of decay. The once-vibrant fields were now barren, their soil cracked and dusted with ash. In the distance, the skeletal remains of a village sat in eerie silence, its broken roofs and charred timbers jutting out like jagged teeth against the gray sky.

Adam froze in place, his breath hitching as his gaze swept over the desolate scene. His spark, so recently rekindled, flickered dangerously. This wasn’t the adventure he had imagined. This wasn’t the thrill of possible discovery or the wonder of untamed beauty. This was devastation, suffering, and loss laid bare.

Vaggie and Aclima exchanged uneasy glances. Even Lute, who usually wore a veneer of unshakable confidence, seemed subdued by the oppressive atmosphere. Only Sera remained unaffected, her expression calm and resolute as she stepped forward.

"Its hard to believe this all happened because of Lucifer, Lilith and Eve." Sera said, gesturing around the land.

" ... The pestilence was their doing ?" Adam ask, confused.

"I'm afraid so." Sera nodded. "After examining the Pestilence that was in you, Raphael found Lucifer's blood used in its creation. And if that weren't enough, Michael confronted Lucifer, who had no qualms about bragging about his accomplishments."

Adam’s fists clenched at his sides, the tension in his body visible as he surveyed the devastation. The barren fields, the lifeless villages—it was an all-too-vivid reminder of what had been lost. He could hear the faint cries of survivors in the distance, echoing through the empty expanse. Each sound pierced him like a blade, cutting through his resolve.

“How ... how many people?” Adam’s voice wavered, trailing off as he forced himself to meet Sera’s gaze. He knew the damage was extensive but ... the magnitude of it hadn't fully sunk in until now.

“Millions.” Sera replied bluntly, her tone carrying the weight of the truth. “Lucifer and his wives unleashed this plague to sow chaos and despair among humanity. It’s one of their most egregious offenses.”

Adam’s stomach churned. He had faced horrors before, but this level of suffering—this calculated cruelty—was something else entirely. His thoughts drifted to Vaggie’s injury, to the countless lives that had been destroyed because of the Hell Trio’s relentless pursuit of him.

“This is why I told you to stop adventuring.” Sera continued, stepping closer to Adam. Her voice softened, but her words were pointed. “Every time you venture out of Heaven, they see an opportunity. They’ll stop at nothing to target you, to hurt those around you. And this” —she gestured to the wasteland around them— “is the result.”

Aclima, Lute and Vaggie was surprised at how harsh Sera’s tone had become. Her words were like a scalpel, cutting deep into Adam’s fragile resolve. The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of the desolation around them pressing down on the group like a tangible force.

Adam took a shaky breath, his hands trembling at his sides. He looked at the land, at the hollow shells of villages, and the faint outlines of graves hastily dug and barely filled. The cries of orphans, the gaunt faces of survivors—it all played out like a symphony of despair, and Adam felt the full brunt of it.

For a long moment, Adam said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the distant ruins, his mind churning with the enormity of it all. How many more were just like this? In front of him was only one small fragment of the pain and suffering Lucifer and his wives had inflicted. And the worst part? It was all tied back to him, directly or indirectly.

Vaggie’s heart sank. This wasn’t how she wanted things to go. She glanced at Sera, whose expression was one of quiet satisfaction, and felt a spark of frustration. Her grandmother might have been right about the danger, but she didn’t understand what this was doing to Adam.

But then, as Adam’s gaze lingered on the ruins, a flicker of something else appeared in his expression. Determination. Resolve.

Compassion like never before.

“No.” Adam said, his voice firmer now. “I can’t let it end like this.”

Sera’s eyes narrowed. “Adam—”

But he ignored her, turning instead to the trio behind him. His gaze was steely, his jaw set.

"Will the three of you help me?"

Vaggie, Aclima, and Lute exchanged glances. Each carried the weight of their own concerns, but none of them hesitated for long.

“We’re with you, Dad.” Vaggie said first, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her.

“Of course! Someone has to keep you out of trouble." Aclima added with a grin, though her attempt at levity barely masked the tension in her voice.

Lute simply nodded, her ever-watchful gaze shifting between Adam and Sera. She crossed her arms. “I go where you go, Sir. Always.”

Adam nods and creates a portal back to Heaven. "Go find your sisters and ask them if they'll help. This is strictly voluntary."

"Alright, see you soon!" Vaggie said, before rushing through the portal. Aclima and Lute followed after her.

"Adam, what are you planning?" Sera asked.

Sera was right in that his compassion often outweighed his curiosity, but she had underestimated how deeply rooted it was in Adam’s identity. For all his guilt and weariness, Adam wasn’t someone who could stand idly by and let suffering fester. The desolation before him wasn’t just a tragedy—it was a challenge, a call to action that he couldn’t ignore.

Adam only smiles before grabbing her hand and pulling her through the portal.

-

To the surprise of no one but Adam, every one of his daughters accepted the call. Soon the training grounds were bustling with activity, as the daughters of Adam prepared for something unprecedented. Adam stood at the center of the organized chaos, his spark fully reignited. His mind whirled with ideas and solutions, each one more creative than the last.

Adam's goal was clear. To give the people hope, he needed to do what had never been done before. And with his daughters' help, he was determined to do it.

Sera observed from the edge of the training grounds, her expression unreadable. She hadn’t anticipated this. Her plan to snuff out Adam’s spark had backfired spectacularly, and now, instead of retreating into himself, Adam was rallying his family. Worse, his fire seemed brighter than ever, fueled by a righteous determination to repair what had been broken.

But all things considered, perhaps it was better this way.

All Adam asked of her was to let him have one day a year to make the world brighter. He would spend the rest of it with his family in Heaven, safe and sound. And during this one day where he leaves, she could focus everyone's effort in it, ensuring Adam's security and minimizing the risks involved.

It wasn’t the perfect outcome Sera had envisioned, but it was a compromise she could accept. After all, ever since she relented to his ambitious plan when he first proposed it to her all those months ago, the soup he made for her had regained its warmth and flavor, brimming with the care and joy only Adam could cultivate.

For Adam, It wasn't the same type of adventure that he had once thrived on, but it was an adventure nonetheless. A different kind of journey, one fueled not by the thrill of discovery but by the boundless depths of his compassion. For Adam, it was more than enough.

Adam’s plan was bold, perhaps even mad. With the Exorcists' help, he would create gifts—simple but meaningful tokens—crafted with care and love. Toys for children, tools for rebuilding, food for the hungry, and blankets for the cold.

Each gift would be unique, tailored to the recipient, and a reminder that they were seen and cared for. Many had asked why Adam didn't just instantly create the items with a snap of his fingers. He had the power to do so, after all and if not him, there were others willing to do so for him.

But much like cooking, the process of creating these gifts was just as important as the final product. Adam believed that putting time, effort, and care into each item imbued it with a kind of magic no divine power could replicate. It wasn’t about the efficiency of creation—it was about the love and thought behind it.

When Emily heard of Adam's ambitious project, she was quick to pull in the other Seraphims as well to aid Adam, especially Uriel who Sera was more than happy to 'volunteer' his services.

Tools clanged, fabrics rustled, and laughter broke through the otherwise intense focus as the daughters of Adam and the Exorcists worked together to bring his vision to life. Adam sketched designs for toys, from simple carved animals to intricate clockwork creations. He oversaw the crafting of blankets, warm and soft, stitched with symbols of hope and protection. Tools and supplies for rebuilding were packed with care, labeled in languages the recipients would understand.

It took nearly a year of hard work, but finally, the day arrived. December twenty-fifth. The gifts were wrapped, the deliveries were planned, and the excitement was palpable. The Earth was a huge place but Adam had enough people willing to help.

"Oh no you don't!" Sera says, stopping Adam from going through the portal. "Not without a disguise!"

Adam blinked at Sera, confusion flickering across his face. “A disguise? What for? I’m just delivering gifts.”

Sera crossed her arms, her expression firm. “You think you can stroll through the world looking like you? I'm not taking any chances! If Lucifer, Lilith, or Eve get even a whiff of what you’re up to, they’ll find some way to ruin it.”

THOUGH IT WILL BE THEIR LAST IF THEY TRIED!

Adam sighed, glancing at the gifts piled neatly behind him. “Alright, what kind of disguise are we talking about? A cloak? A mask?”

Sera grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Wait here.”

Before Adam could protest, Sera vanished through a side door. He exchanged bewildered glances with Vaggie and Aclima, who had been quietly observing the exchange.

“You’re doomed, Dad.” Vaggie teased, suppressing a laugh.

Aclima smirked. “Whatever she comes up with, you’re wearing it. No backing out now.”

Moments later, Sera returned holding a red coat trimmed with white fur, a matching hat, and black boots. She thrust the outfit into Adam’s arms, her smile triumphant. “Here. Try this on.”

Adam unfolded the coat, eyeing it skeptically. “Mom, this is … a bit much, don’t you think?”

“It’s perfect.” Sera declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. “It’ll keep you warm, and no one will recognize you.”

With a resigned sigh, Adam slipped on the coat and hat, fastening the buttons. The ensemble fit snugly, and the fur trim tickled his neck. He tugged the hat low over his brow and turned to face the others.

“Well?” he asked, spreading his arms.

Vaggie’s laughter burst forth first, quickly followed by Aclima’s. Even Lute, who had been standing stoically nearby, couldn’t suppress a smirk.

“You look ... jolly.” Aclima managed between giggles. "May as well give yourself a name for your disguise as well!"

Adam sighed, tugging at the coat and hat, clearly unsure how to react to the chorus of laughter. “A name, huh? Well, if I’m going to look this ridiculous, I might as well embrace it.” He paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “How about ... Santa Claus?”

The room fell silent for a moment, the laughter fading into consideration.

“Santa Claus?” Vaggie repeated, tilting her head. “That’s ... not bad, actually.”

Aclima nodded, her smirk growing into a full grin. “Yeah, it fits. Mysterious, kind of magical. Plus, it’s got a nice ring to it.”

"All of you as well are wearing a disguise as well!" Sera announced to the Exorcists who had gathered for this mission. "You're all going to be Santa's Little Helpers."

The Exorcists groaned in unison, their protests drowned by Sera’s unwavering command. The Exorcists reluctantly shuffled forward to receive their assigned “helper” outfits. Each one was a simple green and red tunic with matching hats and little jingling bells sewn along the hems.

“I am not wearing bells.” Lute declared flatly, crossing her arms and glaring at Sera.

“Oh, yes you are.” Sera retorted, her tone sweet but brooking no dissent.

“You’ll jingle and you’ll like it Lieutenant!” Aclima added with a grin, giving Lute a playful nudge as she donned her own set.

Vaggie sighed, rolling her eye as she examined her own outfit. “I guess if Dad can pull off that ridiculous coat, we can survive one night of jingling.”

Adam chuckled, adjusting the fur-trimmed hat atop his head. “That’s the spirit, Vagasaurus!"

As the Exorcists reluctantly donned their helper outfits, Adam turned to inspect the final preparations.

Adam’s grin widened. “This is perfect, Mom. Thank you.”

"Just ... be careful.” Sera reminded him.

Emily, who was eagerly bouncing on her heels, couldn't wait to get started. As soon as the portal opened, Emily immediately dove through the portal with several presents in hand. The idea of spreading joy to the entire world was a thrill.

Their first stop was a snow-covered village on the brink of despair. The fields were barren, the houses in disrepair, and the people gaunt and hollow-eyed. Adam stepped through the portal and took a deep breath, the cold air stinging his lungs. The scene before him was bleak, but it only strengthened his resolve.

Emily, already glowing with excitement, flitted through the village, her presence like a spark igniting hope in those she encountered. Children, drawn by her laughter and radiant aura, emerged cautiously from their homes. They gasped in wonder as she handed out small gifts—colorful wooden toys and warm scarves—and their smiles began to light up the dreary surroundings.

While she wished she could do more for each person, Emily knew the significance of even the smallest gesture. She knelt down to hand a little boy a carved wooden horse, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the gray, lifeless landscape. The boy’s eyes widened as he clutched the toy, his thin arms trembling with gratitude.

Adam approached the adults, offering tools and supplies. With his soothing voice, he reassured them that better days were coming. The villagers were hesitant at first, but as they accepted the gifts and saw the joy spreading among their children, their gratitude overflowed.

"Who are you?" an elderly man asked, his voice trembling with emotion as he held a hand-carved cane Adam had given him.

Adam hesitated, glancing at Emily, who gave him an encouraging nod. With a small smile, he said, "I'm Santa Claus."

The name spread quickly through the village, whispered from one grateful soul to the next. By the time Adam and his team moved on to the next location, the village was already a different place—filled with warmth, laughter, and the flickering light of newfound hope.

As the night wore on, Adam and the Exorcists visited countless villages, cities, towns and countries. With each delivery, they spread cheer and relief. They left behind not only the physical gifts, but the indelible impact of seeing their suffering and taking action. Rich or poor, young or old, every person felt the touch of compassion from the mysterious "Santa Claus" and his helpers. It wasn't long before stories of "Santa Claus" began to circulate, whispered by grateful survivors

With every gift given, every smile earned, Adam felt his spark burn brighter. This wasn’t the adventure he was used to—there were no treasures to uncover, no mysteries to solve—but it was something greater. Something that would live on long after the last gift was delivered.

By dawn, their mission was complete. Adam returned to Heaven exhausted but exhilarated, his red coat dusted with snow and soot. The Exorcists were buzzing with stories of the joy they had witnessed and helped spread, and Emily practically glowed with pride as she recounted every detail to Sera.

Adam was ready to call it a night, but someone tapped him on his shoulder. He turned and Jophiel stood before him, holding a plant up high between them. Adam looked up and his eyes widen in surprise at the plant.

"Mistletoe? Why -"

"I'm making this a tradition." Jophiel grins widely and leans forward. "Kiss me, Santa!"

Without warning, Jophiel pulls Adam into a fierce kiss. For a moment, everything around him—the noise of the Exorcists celebrating, the lingering snowflakes melting against his coat, the faint glow of the rising sun—faded into the background. It was unexpected, yet not entirely unwelcome. Adam blinked, startled, but didn’t pull away immediately.

When Jophiel finally stepped back, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something deeper. "I've got my own present for you tonight."

Aclima and Lute were quick to cut in and separate the two.

"You can't kiss Sir! I haven't kissed him yet!" Lute yelled.

"Eldest daughter first!" Aclima added.

"Too bad, I hold the mistletoe and I say I get to kiss him." Jophiel shot back.

Aclima and Lute quickly shot each other a look before looking back at Jophiel and her mistletoe.

"Get it!" Aclima shouted, the two launching themselves at Jophiel.

"Nooooooo!" Jophiel screams as she tries to get away, laughing all the while.

The sound of laughter filled the halls as the three wrestled over the mistletoe, Adam and the others watching in amusement. Even Emily dove into the fray, giggling as she snatched the mistletoe and held it high above her head, dodging playful grabs from Aclima, Lute, and Jophiel. The Exorcists cheered, their earlier exhaustion forgotten as the playful chaos unfolded before them.

"Are we doing this again next year?" Vaggie asked as she sat next to Adam with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Only if you and your sisters are keen on helping me again." Adam answered, smiling at the scene in front of him.

The warmth of Adam's smile spread to Vaggie, who leaned back in her chair, savoring the hot chocolate. "I think you'll have a hard time keeping us away. That was ... something else. And seeing you like this again, Dad? It's worth everything."

Adam's smile grew as he glanced at Vaggie, her words settling deep in his heart. He took a sip from his own mug, savoring the warmth and rich flavor of the hot chocolate. The hall around them buzzed with the hum of laughter, clinking mugs, and the occasional squeal as someone got tackled in the mistletoe melee.

Vaggie leaned her head against Adam's shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “You know, Dad, I think you might’ve started something big. All those people talking about Santa Claus ... I wouldn’t be surprised if it becomes a tradition down on Earth.”

“Maybe it will." Adam chuckled, resting his head lightly against hers. "Well, if its going to be a new tradition, its going to need a name."

Adam brought his hand to his chin as he mulled over the thought.

Vaggie nudged him gently. “Come on, Dad. You started this. What should we call it?”

"... You know what? I want you to name it."

Vaggie tilted her head back, surprised by Adam’s sudden declaration. “Me? Are you sure, Dad? This was your idea, your—”

Adam placed a hand on her shoulder, his smile warm and unwavering. “Yes, you. This wasn’t just my idea. If it weren't for you, I'll probably still be stuck at home. It’s only right that you give it its name.”

Vaggie looked thoughtful, her gaze drifting to the lively scene in the hall—the joy, the laughter, the warmth that filled the air despite the chill outside. This was the first time she had ever needed to name anything, it was usually Adam's role to name things. But the weight of this moment felt different, significant. She bit her lip, pondering.

The day had brought gifts, hope, and joy. It had reminded her of the warmth of family, of giving, of finding light in the darkness. And it was all tied to the spirit her father carried with him, the spark they had fought so hard to rekindle.

"Christmas." Vaggie said at last, her voice steady and certain. She glanced at Adam, her eye bright with emotion. "Let’s call it Christmas."

Adam’s eyes softened, his smile widening as he nodded. “... Christmas."

The name seemed to settle into the air, resonating with everyone in the room. The laughter and chatter quieted as the word passed from one person to the next.

"Christmas." Aclima repeated, testing the sound of it before breaking into a wide grin. "Yeah, I like it."

"Feels fitting for some reason." Lute agreed with a rare, genuine smile.

Even Sera, standing quietly at the edge of the room, found herself nodding in approval. The name carried a warmth and simplicity that seemed to capture the essence of everything they had accomplished that night.

The room erupted into cheers and applause. The Exorcists clinked their mugs together, laughter and joy spilling over like a tide. Vaggie felt a swell of pride as Adam pulled her into a hug, his gratitude unspoken but deeply felt.

And so, the tradition of Christmas was born, not as a holiday of perfection or divinity, but as a celebration of humanity's resilience, the power of giving, and the simple act of kindness.

-

Satan needed treatment and he wanted it NOW!

Kicking the doors open to one of the hospitals in the Wrath Ring, Satan makes a beeline to the front desk. Satan, still in his large demonic form, towered over the receptionist at the desk, glaring down at her.

"Doctor! Now!" Satan growled.

" I-I'm sorry Mr Satan, Sir, all of our doctors were sent out to help the imps after your fight with-"

"You're telling me there's no one available?!"

"N-No! Except ..." The receptionist words drift off as she cast a sideward glance in the direction of a particular office.

Following the receptionist's eyes, Satan's attention is caught by a plaque reading "Dr. Y" and behind that door was an hybrid incubus Baphomet demon peering over at them with a look of concern and dread. He was slender and sharply dressed in a white and red coat that gave him an almost eerie formality. He had an elongated head and two horns that seemed to be as long as its own arms. What was most peculiar about this demon was the lit candle situated between his horns.

"So there is a doctor!" Satan said as he began stomping his way towards the office.

"Ah, Sir, Dr. Y is not-AAAAH!" the receptionist's words are cut short when the demon lord's massive tail flings the entire reception desk, and the receptionist, across the room.

Dr. Y watched with trepidation as the Sin of Wrath barrel ed down the hallway towards his office. He closes the door with the faint hope that it would be enough to hold back the impending destruction, but he had hoped for too much.

In an instant, the door is shattered and a giant claw grabs Dr. Y, pulling him face-to-face with a furious Sin of Wrath.

"Fix. M y. Arm." Satan growls, baring his fangs.

Dr. Y nods rapidly and Satan releases his hold on him and plops down on a nearby chair, its legs barely able to hold his weight. Dr. Y adjusted his coat nervously, his thin fingers trembling as he rummaged through his desk for medical supplies that weren’t even remotely equipped to handle the Sin of Wrath. He pulled out a stethoscope, a clipboard, and a pen that immediately snapped in half from his shaking grip.

“W-well, Satan.” he began, forcing a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his beady eyes. “I must remind you that I’m ... uh ... not really that kind of doctor, you see, I'm actually a therapist and -.”

Satan’s glowing eyes narrowed dangerously, his broken arm resting awkwardly on the splintered remains of what used to be a waiting room bench. “Do I look like I need therapy!?” he snarled, his voice like grinding stones.

Dr. Y flinched, his candle flickering as if threatening to extinguish itself. “N-no, of course not! You’re the very picture of emotional stability!” he stammered, scribbling nonsense onto the clipboard in an attempt to stall. “But, um, I do believe a stable and CALM mind can aid the body in ... ah ... healing faster?”

Satan growled low in his throat, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. “Just fix my arm.”

“Yes, right, of course!” Dr. Y squeaked. He darted to a cabinet, pulling out a mismatched assortment of bandages, salves, and what appeared to be a large bottle of liquor.

“Now, Satan, this may sting a bit.” Dr. Y said as he poured a generous amount of liquor onto a piece of cloth and dabbed at the exposed wound.

Satan let out a low hiss, his tail lashing. He gritted his teeth as the alcohol seeped into the ragged tear in his flesh. Back in Heaven, all wounds and injuries were healed automatically overtime , and the sensation of pain was nearly nonexistent. But Michael just had to remind him that the rules were different now.

Now he had to play by the rules of Hell, where nothing healed without effort—or, in his case, a terrified "therapist" with no clue what he was doing. Satan barely tolerated the treatment, the sharp pain only fueling his simmering wrath.

Dr. Y could sense the impending rage building up inside the Sin before him, and he rushed to continue. But he was clumsy and nervous, dropping the salve container with a loud clatter. Satan’s eyes narrowed further, glowing brighter, his aura pulsating with raw fury.

"Get on with it!" Satan snarled, his voice a low growl that made the walls tremble.

“Yes, yes, of course!” Dr. Y stammered, his candle flickering wildly as he scrambled to recover the salve. He opened it with shaking hands and smeared the glowing green paste onto Satan’s wound. The moment it touched the exposed flesh, steam rose from the contact, accompanied by an acrid smell.

Satan grunted, his jaw clenched tightly. "What is that supposed to be?"

"A-a healing salve." Dr. Y explained, forcing a smile. "Works wonders for superficial injuries and ... and promotes balance within your ... um ... chakras?"

Satan blinked, his massive brow furrowing. "Chakras?"

Dr. Y nodded vigorously, sensing a tiny glimmer of interest. "Yes! Chakras! You see, the energy centers of your body—aligned properly—can significantly aid in recovery. And as the Sin of Wrath, your ... energy is particularly, ah, potent but chaotic. Aligning it could speed things up."

Satan leaned back slightly, his curiosity piqued despite himself. “Go on.”

Dr. Y seized the opportunity, setting aside the salve and producing a small crystal from his coat pocket. “This is a grounding stone." he said, holding it up like it was the key to the universe. "It helps channel your rage into focused power. If you just—uh—hold it for a moment ...”

Satan eyed the crystal suspiciously but snatched it out of Dr. Y’s trembling hands. Michael's words about him being a "tantrum wrapped in flames" echoed in his mind, and while he hated to admit it, a small part of him wanted to prove his former mentor wrong. The stone seemed laughably small in his massive claws. He squeezed it experimentally, expecting it to shatter, but it held firm.

“You’re saying this ... pebble will help?” Satan growled.

“Oh, not just that! Combined with ... um ... guided breathing exercises, it can help redirect your wrathful energies!” Dr. Y said, his words spilling out faster than his brain could organize them. "Take a deep breath in, feel the anger gather, and then exhale slowly, imagining it ... flowing out of your chakras!"

Satan stared at him, incredulous. “You expect me to breathe my anger out of my "chakras"?”

Dr. Y nodded, sweat trickling down his elongated face. “Yes, precisely! Think of it as ... sharpening a blade! Your rage is the fire, but this technique tempers it into steel.”

The Sin of Wrath sat in silence for a moment, the room heavy with tension. Then, with a loud huff, he leaned back and closed his eyes, clutching the crystal tightly.

Dr. Y froze, watching Satan carefully. “Inhale deeply ... and exhale slowly ...” he murmured, almost hypnotically. “Feel your power flow, steady and controlled...”

To Dr. Y’s utter disbelief, Satan began to follow along. His massive chest rose and fell, the growls in his throat subsiding into a low rumble. The air in the room seemed to shift, the oppressive weight of Satan’s wrath easing just slightly.

After a few moments, Satan cracked one eye open, glowering down at the tiny imp. “This better not be some kind of joke.”

“N-not at all!” Dr. Y stammered, relief flooding him. “You’re doing ... incredibly well, Satan! Just keep at it, and I’ll, um, secure your arm with a bandage while you ... channel.”

Satan grunted but allowed Dr. Y to work, the aura of rage around him dimming—if only slightly. For the first time since the Sin of Wrath had stormed into his office, Dr. Y felt a sliver of hope that he might survive the encounter.

And perhaps, just perhaps, Satan might walk away with a slightly more aligned chakra—or at least an arm that worked.

"Your name." Satan growls.

"P-pardon?"

"I want to know your name."

"O-oh. Yes. Uh ... my name is Yogirt."

Satan's eye twitches as he processes the name, before nodding slowly. After some time had passed with Satan continuing his breathing exercises, Dr. Y was finally able to finish applying the bandage and give the arm a final look over.

Satisfied with his work, Dr. Yogirt stepped back, his knees weak and his candle dimmed from the strain of dealing with Satan. “T-that should do it, Lord Satan. Your arm should heal fully within a few days if you, um, avoid excessive use ... I hope.”

Satan flexed his bandaged arm experimentally, a grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth. The pain was still there, but dulled. For once, he didn’t feel the immediate urge to incinerate everything in sight. The crystal still rested in his massive hand, its smooth surface warm against his palm. After pocketing the crystal, Satan reaches out and grabs Yogirt, his hand completely engulfing the trembling demon.

"You shall be my personal doctor." Satan proclaimed, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the tiny office. Yogirt froze, his candle flickering wildly as his elongated face twisted into a mixture of terror and disbelief.

“P-personal doctor?” Yogirt stammered, his voice barely above a squeak. “L-lord Satan, I—I’m honored, truly, but I’m not—”

“You don’t get a choice.” Satan interrupted, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. “You’ve proven yourself useful. From now on, you’ll tend to my wounds, guide my ... chakras, and ensure my rage remains focused. Consider it an upgrade from whatever pathetic life you had before.”

Yogirt gulped, his thin fingers clutching at Satan’s grip in a futile attempt to breathe. “Y-yes, of course."

Satisfied with his answer, Satan releases Yogirt before heading for the door. "Come along then."

As Satan turned away, Yogirt found himself staring at the gaping hole that had been the door. A shudder ran down his spine at the memory of the receptionist flying across the room. He could see the shattered fragments of the waiting room bench scattered across the hallway and the reception desk in a heap of debris.

"I'm going to regret this." Yogirt mutters under his breath as he followed Satan, his wings flapping listlessly.

Notes:

Next on Beyond Paradise: Adam and Michael

So the next chapter will probably be the last Heaven chapter for awhile.

After that, I want to focus on the Hell Trio and the Sins all the way up to Charlie. Go through the day to day in Hell.

Chapter 100: The Weight of the Shield

Summary:

Christmas 2: Electric Boogaloo

Warning: This chapter contains Adam x Michael ... the gay kind (I promise that this is a one time thing ... unless?)

If you're wondering why there is gay in this ... well ...

Notes:

HOORAY! ANOTHER BIG ASS MILESTONE!

CHAPTER 100! ITS FINALLY HERE!

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When I started this in April last year (2024), I never thought BP and its AU would become what it is today and its thanks to all of you for reading, pitching me ideas and your positive comments that kept me going.

Seriously, you guys are the best!

To commemorate this occasion, I'm throwing all the fanart I've gotten into this chapter for us to look back on!

This first one is by ashura-all. God, I hope Eve hating Aclima becomes canon in the show just for the lols

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Next is by Drawlody or also know as Angst_bb_Angst

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(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

1369 A.D

"No way in hell Adam!" Michael chided as he shook his head. "Of all the plans you've ever had, this has to be the craziest! Sera would literally demote me and tear me a new one for agreeing to something so stupid."

"Only if she finds out!" Adam begs. "Please Mikey!"

Adam, on his knees, clasped his hands together in mock prayer, his expression a perfect mix of desperation and determination. "You're the only one who can help me pull this off! I've already tried asking Uriel and he said no. Sure, Mom would never approve but—"

Michael raised a hand, cutting Adam off mid-sentence. "You think you can just sweet-talk me into risking Sera's wrath? This isn't like all those other times I've covered for you!"

Adam clasped his hands together and leaned in, his expression both pleading and mischievous. "But it's for a good cause, Mikey!

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" Michael snaps.

HOW IS DELIVERING CHRISTMAS GIFTS TO HELL A GOOD IDEA!?

Michael's exclamation reverberated through the chamber, his wings flaring out in a dramatic gesture that emphasized his frustration. His normally calm demeanor was crumbling under the weight of Adam's ridiculous request. The Seraphim glared down at the First Man, who remained stubbornly on his knees, his expression unwaveringly earnest.

"They're in hell for a reason Adam! They don't deserve gifts!"

Adam sighed deeply, rising to his feet but not backing down. "Mikey, they might be in Hell, but that doesn't mean they're beyond hope. What's wrong with showing a little compassion?"

The idea came to him when he remembered Cain and Hannah. Sera had been quite adamant with him that Hell is Forever but when he last met the two, their eyes told a different story. Cain wasn't the same man he once was when he committed the first murder. The anger, the hatred—it had all but evaporated, replaced with a quiet acceptance. And Hannah, the serial cheater who had seemed irredeemable on the surface, now stood by Cain's side as a loyal companion.

Their love was proof to Adam that even the damned could change.

If only Sera and the others in Heaven could see it but their initial acts were so unforgivable that no one even bothered to check if they had grown beyond their sins. Adam couldn't stand the thought that Cain could be condemned forever without anyone giving him a second chance. And Hannah—her love for Cain proved redemption wasn't just a lofty ideal but a real possibility.

While Adam saw hope in them, Michael and the rest of the Heaven Host saw nothing but sinners who have earned damnation. Michael shared in their view that a momentary glimpse of good could not erase an entire lifetime of sin or sins that were simply unforgivable. While Adam may have been fooled by a brief encounter, Michael wasn't about to let his friend's naïve optimism lead him into a colossal mistake.

"Adam," Michael began, his voice softer now, but still firm, "you always want to see the best in people. It's one of your strengths—and one of your greatest weaknesses. Cain and Hannah might look like they've changed, but they're still in Hell for a reason. You can't just barge in there and play Santa Claus!"

"They helped me Michael!" Adam insisted, his voice filled with conviction.

"And had it been anyone else, they wouldn't have!" Michael folded his arms across his chest, his tone laced with exasperation. "Adam, don't mistake a self-serving act for genuine redemption. They helped you because they saw a benefit to themselves, not because they've truly changed."

"You don't know that!" Adam's voice rose, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he faced Michael's unrelenting stance. "You didn't see them like I did! You didn't hear the way Hannah talked about love. You didn't see how Cain looks at her, like she's the only thing keeping him sane in that hellhole. They've changed! And if they can change, maybe the rest of my children and their children have as well!"

How many were like Cain and Hannah, how many of Adam's children were trapped in Hell, forgotten and written off as irredeemable? Adam's mind raced with the possibilities. If Cain, the first murderer, could find love and peace, then maybe others could too. Maybe the souls trapped in Hell were not entirely lost, but merely waiting for someone to believe in them.

"What's next Adam!? Are you going to advocate for Eve as well!?" Michael shot back, his tone sharp and dismissive. "You said it yourself! You've seen what she did and tried to do! She laid waste to everything in Hell and when in front of you, she acts like a damsel in distress! Don't let nostalgia fool you into thinking there's still good left in any of them!"

Michael didn't enjoy being this harsh with his best friend, but he needed to kill this topic as quickly as possible. The last thing he needed was for Adam to continue this line of thinking and start wanting to see his other children in Hell. He knew that would only lead to disaster.

Adam took a long pause before responding, his eyes narrowing as he processed Michael's words. He let the silence stretch between them, his jaw clenched as his hands relaxed at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but laced with steel.

"Okay." Adam starts. "You're right, one act doesn't change a lifetime of sin. But that's why I need your help. Michael, please, help me deliver these gifts to them. Think of it as a way to reward and encourage them for the good they've shown, however small. If we want to see more change, more growth, we need to give them something to strive for."

"We've told you many times that its a futile endeavor!" Michael groaned, rubbing his temples as if trying to massage away the headache Adam's idea was giving him. "You really think handing out gifts is going to inspire eternal souls damned for their ways to suddenly redeem themselves? In a place where they can indulge every temptation and impulse, and never face the consequences?"

EXCEPT WHEN WE EXTERMINATE THEM!

"It's not about the gifts themselves." Adam explained earnestly. "It's about the gesture. A reminder that they're not forgotten, that someone still believes in them."

...

"Even if its just me."

"Adam." Michael started, his tone softer now. "You're just giving them false hope. Do you realize how cruel that is? To dangle the false idea of redemption in front of souls that can never escape Hell? What happens when they realize it's a lie? When they understand there's no salvation waiting for them, no light at the end of the tunnel? They'll hate you for it."

"Then let them hate me!" Adam snapped, his frustration boiling over. "I'd rather give them false hope than no hope at all. If one small gesture can make even a single soul reconsider their choices, isn't it worth trying? Maybe they won't all change, but what if some of them do? Isn't that better than just writing them all off?"

"They should have changed while they were ALIVE!" Michael retorts. "I'm telling you, Hell isn't a place for hope, Adam. It's designed to crush it."

"And yet, Cain and Hannah found love in each other," Adam countered, his voice steady but passionate. "If love can survive there, doesn't that mean hope can, too?"

"They'll never see Heaven!" Michael's declaration hung in the air like a heavy weight, pressing down on Adam. The First Man's gaze didn't waver, his resolve unshaken even in the face of his friend's grim pronouncement.

"Maybe they'll never see Heaven." Adam admitted after a moment, his tone quieter but no less determined. "So if they can't make it to Heaven, then let me bring a piece of Heaven to them."

"Even if Heaven can't forgive them," Adam continued, "even if they're destined to stay in Hell forever, maybe, just maybe, a little compassion can help them be better, even where they are. It may be Hell but that doesn't mean they can't find a better version of themselves there."

Michael sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to summon every ounce of patience he could muster. "You don't get it, Adam. Redemption isn't just about feeling better or finding love in the middle of damnation. It's about atonement, repentance, and facing the consequences of your actions. You think a sack of gifts and your bleeding heart is enough!?"

"I'm trying to remind them they're still human!" Adam shot back, his voice tinged with frustration. "Yes, they've sinned. Yes, they've done terrible things. But they're not demons, Michael. They're my children. My blood. I can't just forget about them because it's easier that way."

Michael sighed again, his wings drooping slightly as he folded his arms.

"Empty platitudes Adam." Michael continued with a tired shake of his head. "You can talk all about redemption and atonement, but there are three prime examples sitting on a throne in Hell that will prove your point wrong. Eve, Lilith and Lucifer have already wronged you in the worst possible ways, and they don't regret it."

"And I have two examples that show me that it is possible." Adam fires back. "Not everyone can be redeemed, Mikey, but everyone deserves a chance to try."

The First Man and the Seraphim stared at each other, the tension between them crackling like lightning. For a moment, it looked as if the argument would come to blows. Then, with another sigh, Michael shook his head and turned away, his wings folded tightly behind his back.

"Fine." Michael groaned, his voice laced with resignation. "Fine, Adam. But this isn't some mission of mercy. We're only going to go in, give them their gifts, and leave. No speeches, no grand gestures, no promises of redemption. Just ... do your thing and then we're out of there."

Adam's face lit up with a grin so genuine and wide that it made Michael regret his decision instantly.

"Thank you, Mikey!" Adam clasped Michael's shoulders, ignoring the Seraphim's glare. "You won't regret this, I promise!"

"I already do." Michael muttered under his breath, pulling away and flexing his wings. "Let's just hope this doesn't end with Sera demoting me."

Adam, ever the optimist, ignored the jab and rushed off to gather the gifts he had painstakingly prepared.

 


 

"You said "Yes"!?" Aclima shouts in disbelief as she, Lute and Vaggie barged into Michael's office. "What were you thinking!?"

Michael groaned as he leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you all have to do this now? I've barely had a moment to regret my decision in peace."

"Regret isn't going to save you from Grandma's wrath!" Aclima shot back, arms crossed as she stared him down. Her dark eyes burned with intensity, a reflection of her shared concern. "Do you have any idea how dangerous this is!?"

Lute slammed a hand on the desk, her icy composure cracking. "Sir, forgive me, but are you out of your fucking mind!? Gifts? To Hell? Do you realize how easily this could blow up in our faces?"

"And what do you expect me to do?" Michael snapped, his patience fraying. "Adam wasn't going to let this go. He'd have done it with or without my help, and then we'd be dealing with him sneaking into Hell on his own! At least this way, we can keep an eye on him."

"You could have called for us or called Grandma, she'll definitely set him straight." Vaggie muttered, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"You really think any of you or Sera could have stopped him?" Michael ask, raising an eyebrow at the trio. "How many times has he gone behind her back already!?"

"Too many." Aclima groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "That doesn't mean you encourage him!"

All four had their palms to their faces as they groaned in unison. The room practically vibrated with the collective exasperation swirling around them.

Michael finally broke the silence, his wings shifting in discomfort as he addressed the group. "Look, I get it, okay? This plan is insane, reckless, and probably the dumbest thing I've agreed to in centuries. But Adam gave me THAT look! No one could have said no!"

The three of them reluctantly nodded, each recalling the infamous "Adam look" that had gotten them all into trouble at least once. It was a mix of childlike innocence, sheer determination, and an unshakable belief that what he was doing was right and perfectly fine. Resistance was futile when faced with that level of earnestness.

"So you three are going to help me ensure that this little ... "adventure" of ours goes smoothly." Michael finished, leaning forward with a stern expression.

 


 

Three loud knocks came at Cain and Hannah's door. Cain and Hannah froze at the sound. The heavy, deliberate knocks reverberated through the modest structure they called home. Cain rose from his chair, his gaze sharp as he exchanged a wary glance with Hannah.

"Expecting anyone?" he asked, his voice low.

Hannah shook her head, her fingers tightening around the edges of the quilt she was mending. "Not unless Mom has finally decided to pay us a visit." she muttered, her tone edged with both annoyance and frustration.

Approaching the door, Cain peers through the peephole and what he saw made him freeze in disbelief.

"Dad?"

The door to their home suddenly burst open and Adam struts in with excitement, holding a sack slung over his shoulder. His face lit up with a grin that seemed almost too bright for the dim and somber atmosphere of Hell.

"Merry Christmas!" Adam announced, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he stepped inside.

"Merry what!?" Cain asks, bewildered.

"Merry Christmas!" Adam repeated. "Sure, I'm a little late but hey, better late than never, right?"

Followed closely behind Adam was Aclima with a cooked turkey in her arms, Lute balancing a tray of what appeared to be steaming hot pies, and Vaggie carrying a basket of brightly wrapped packages. Michael, looking utterly miserable, stood by the door.

"Remember Adam! You only have two hours!" Michael grumbled, before turning to head out and wait outside. "Two hours, then we're out of here. No exceptions."

Cain's mouth hung open as he took in the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him. "Dad, what is this? Some sort of joke? Did you finally lose it up there?"

"What? Never heard of Christmas!? I started it a couple of years back." Adam says, smiling proudly.

"That was you!?" Cain blurted out, his tone equal parts incredulous and accusatory. "The whole thing with trees and lights and ... what was it, stockings? People in Hell have been talking about some weird holiday nonsense seeping down from Earth."

"Cain, who is—Dad!?" Hannah interrupted as she stepped into the room, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before her. "What in Hell is going on?"

Adam turned to her with an even broader grin. "Hannah! Merry Christmas to you too! I brought gifts, food, and FAMILY!"

Adam brushes past them, followed by Aclima, Lute and Vaggie. He ushers Aclima to place the turkey on the table while Lute arranged the pies and Vaggie started placing the brightly wrapped packages in a neat pile near the hearth. Cain and Hannah could only watch, completely dumbfounded as Adam's whirlwind of energy transformed their humble abode into something unexpectedly lively.

"Did you know that Dad invented Christmas?" Cain asked Hannah, his voice dripping with disbelief as he gestured toward the chaos unfolding in their home. Hannah blinked, her gaze bouncing between the table now laden with food and the brightly wrapped packages near the hearth.

"Wait... that Christmas? The one everyone in Hell has been whispering about? The holiday about giving gifts and singing songs and—" She paused, pointing at the brightly adorned wreath Adam had just hung on their wall. "That Christmas?"

"Yup, and now we're here." Aclima interrupted the two, giving them a knowing look. "Let's not ruin this day by talking about unnecessary things OUTSIDE of the family."

Adam clapped his hands together, turning to his children with a grin that somehow managed to radiate warmth even in Hell's eternal gloom. "Let's eat!"

The tantalizing smell of roasted turkey mingled with the tang of sulfur, an odd but somehow comforting combination. Adam busied himself carving the turkey, chatting away as if he hadn't barged into Hell with a sack of gifts and the full weight of Heaven's disapproval behind him.

Cain and Hannah exchanged glances, their skepticism not entirely erased by the sudden influx of food and festivities. But when the delectable smell wafted through the air and reached their noses, their apprehension was quickly replaced with anticipation.

Adam sliced into the turkey with practiced ease, the meat steaming as he cut through its golden-brown, perfectly crisped skin. He piled the succulent slices onto a platter, the rich aroma of roasted herbs and buttery juices filling the room.

"Try this." Adam said, offering Cain and Hannah each a plate loaded with turkey. The meat practically melted on the tongue, its tender texture infused with hints of rosemary, thyme, and a subtle smokiness that balanced the savory depth.

Cain raised an eyebrow but took a cautious bite. His eyes widened as the flavors burst in his mouth, a warmth spreading from his chest to his fingertips. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed.

Hannah followed suit, closing her eyes as she savored the bite. "I don't remember the last time I tasted something so juicy." Her voice softened, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her usually guarded demeanor.

Adam grinned, piling more food onto their plates. "It's Christmas! Everything should taste this good!"

Cain hesitated before picking up a slice of the golden-brown apple pie. The crust was flaky and buttery, crumbling gently beneath his fork. The filling was a perfect balance of tart apples and sweet caramelized sugar, with just a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg to warm the palate. He took a bite and couldn't help but close his eyes, memories of Earth creeping into his mind.

Hannah reached for the pecan pie, marveling at its glossy top studded with perfectly toasted pecans. The filling was rich and gooey, a symphony of molasses, brown sugar, and a whisper of vanilla that lingered long after the first bite. "It's like ... happiness baked into a pie." she murmured, her expression softening as if the taste itself was comforting her soul.

Aclima, Lute and Vaggie wasted no time helping themselves to the feast as well. Aclima cut into the turkey's drumstick with a satisfied smirk, savoring the savory juices that dripped down her fingers. "You've outdone yourself, Dad. This is ridiculously good."

"This is a very special occasion." Adam responded, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lute couldn't resist grabbing a slice of the cherry pie. The vibrant filling oozed from the flaky crust as she took a forkful. Her eyes widened slightly at the burst of tart cherries balanced with the perfect sweetness. The delicate hint of almond extract lingered on her tongue, softening her usually sharp demeanor. "Not bad." she muttered, though her expression betrayed her genuine enjoyment.

Vaggie opted for the bread pudding, its golden top glistening with a drizzle of warm caramel sauce. As she took her first bite, the custard-soaked bread dissolved on her tongue, revealing layers of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg. She let out a small, involuntary hum of delight.

Adam continued to pour his heart into this unorthodox celebration.

"Try the cranberry sauce!" Adam encouraged, spooning a vibrant red dollop onto Cain's plate. The sauce was tangy and sweet, with a slight zest of orange peel that danced on the tongue. Cain hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and took a bite, the refreshing sharpness surprising him in the best way.

Hannah reached for a bowl of mashed potatoes, their creamy texture offset by a swirl of golden-brown gravy that shimmered invitingly. Her fork sank easily into the buttery mound, and when she tasted it, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment.

"By the way, what is with all the presents?" Hannah asked, gesturing to the brightly wrapped parcels stacked near the fireplace.

"They're my gifts to you and your brothers and sisters." Adam explains. "I'm lucky to even be in hell for these two hours so I'm hoping you two could give these out to them. How are they anyway?"

At that question, Vaggie coughs, drawing Adam's attention away from both Cain and Hannah. The duo quickly notice the threatening stare that Aclima and Lute were giving them. A stare that warned them not to talk about the annual Exterminations.

"Oh, you know." Hannah started, trying to think of a way to not lie, but still keep the truth a secret. "Haven't really seen them all that much and Hell is pretty big."

"But we'll make sure to give the gifts out to them." Cain finished.

"Surely you've seen some of them right? Like Nathan or Cedric or—"

Suddenly, the sound of a plate breaking draws Adam's attention away again but this time it was to Lute who had seemingly dropped it.

"Sorry Sir, I wasn't paying attention." Lute apologized.

Lute bent to pick up the shards, her movements sharp and deliberate as if the task was a convenient distraction. Vaggie stepped in to help, the two exchanging a brief, meaningful glance before returning to their places.

"So about—"

"Dad!" Aclima quickly interrupts. "Don't forget you wanted to give them your presents. Time is ticking after all."

Adam glanced at Aclima, who was now sporting a tight smile, her tone a little too cheery. He frowned but nodded, letting the interruption slide. "You're right." he said, pulling the sack of gifts closer.

He handed a brightly wrapped parcel to Cain, who took it with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. "What's in here?" Cain asked, shaking the box lightly. It made a faint rattling noise.

"Open it and find out." Adam said, his grin widening.

Cain tore into the wrapping paper with the enthusiasm of a child, revealing a simple but meticulously crafted wooden box. Inside, he found a collection of tools—a hammer, a chisel, and other implements. They were small but exquisitely made, with polished handles and a faint sheen on the metal. Cain's breath caught as he ran a finger over the smooth surface of the chisel. "These are … beautiful." he murmured.

"Figured you might like something to work with." Adam said, his tone casual but his eyes gleaming with pride. "You always had a knack for creating things, even as a kid. I thought it might give you something constructive to focus on."

Cain's grip on the tools tightened. He looked at his father, then back at the gift, a flicker of emotion crossing his face before he quickly masked it. "Thanks, Dad." he said quietly.

Adam turned to Hannah, handing her a smaller package. She unwrapped it to reveal a delicate necklace with a simple silver charm shaped like a heart. She held it up, the dim light catching on the polished metal, making it glint faintly.

"The last time I was here, I noticed you didn't wear much jewelry." Adam explained, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I thought you might like something subtle. It's not much, but—"

"It's perfect." Hannah said softly, cutting him off. Her voice full of warmth as she slipped the necklace over her head and adjusted it so the charm rested against her collarbone. "Thank you, Dad."

Adam beamed at the sight of Cain and Hannah accepting their gifts, his heart swelling with a quiet satisfaction. He reached into the sack again, pulling out several more parcels and leaving hundreds more in his sack. Each one was carefully labeled, the names scrawled in Adam's unmistakable handwriting.

"These are for the others." he said, handing the remaining gifts to Cain. "You'll make sure they get to the right people, won't you?"

Cain hesitated, his fingers brushing the rough paper. "Dad ..." he started, his voice heavy with the unspoken truth. But the way Adam looked at him—so full of hope and trust—made him bite back his words. Instead, he nodded. "We'll take care of it."

"Good." Adam said, his grin returning. He clapped his hands together, surveying the room. "Now, let's eat some more before Michael drags me out of here."

The mood softened, the tension dissolving as they all returned to the table. The food became the centerpiece of their brief reunion, each bite accompanied by stories, jokes, and laughter.

 


 

"Five hours." Satan grumbled, tapping his finger on the table. "FIVE FUCKING HOURS! Does he think we've got nothing better to do!? When I get my hands on that pompous, feathery—""

"Oi, relax, mate, maybe he's off countin' his duckies. Or polishin' that apple cane."" Mammon drawled, leaning back in his chair. His accent dripped with mockery as he tossed a handful of cursed coins into the air, catching them with a greasy grin. "Time's money, though. Reckon we oughta charge 'im interest for wastin' ours."

The Sins save for Lucifer were sitting around a long table waiting for their quarterly meeting to start. Though Lucifer was the one that made these meetings mandatory, he was, as usual, late.

"He is probably fucking those two bitches of—" Beelzebub started before being interrupted by Leviathan slamming her fist on the table.

"NOT MY EVE!" Leviathan shouted, her voice a shrill crescendo of rage.

"For fucks sake Levi." Asmodeus muttered, rolling his eyes. "Get over it already. Eve doesn't love you!"

"She does!" Leviathan screeched back, her face twisted with hatred. "It's only a matter of time before I claim her as mine!"

"Lucifer had eternity to woo her and he still hasn't made any progress." Asmodeus countered. "Face it Levi, Adam is the only one Eve has ever loved and she isn't going to change her mind anytime soon."

"S-Shut up!" Leviathan sputtered, her face reddening. "I just need more time! I just know Eve put up those walls of hers to protect herself. To guard her purity from the corruption of Lucifer and Lilith and only I can be the one to save her."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Asmodeus drawled, looking bored as he examined his nails.

Beelzebub's wings buzzed irritably. "THIS IS SO BORING! If Lucifer's late, it's because he's—" She froze mid-sentence, her nose twitching.

A faint, familiar scent cut through Hell's stench, its sweetness catching her attention. She sniffed the air again, her eyes narrowing—a scent that didn't belong, a scent that burned, a scent that she had longed yearned for. It was sunlight on dew-kissed grass, the crisp tang of a storm-swept sky, and beneath it all, the warm, grounding musk of fertile soil.

...

"ADAM!"

The others fell silent, turning as Beelzebub jumped up from her chair, her wings buzzing in agitation. Everyone blinked, the silence broken only by the sound of Mammon's coins hitting the floor. Beelzebub slowly closed her mouth as she realized everyone was staring at her.

"Ummm ..." Beelzebub started.

"What the fuck are you on about, Bee?" Mammon drawled, raising an eyebrow. "You're starting to sound like Eve."

"Um ... nevermind, forget I said anything!" Beelzebub responded, quickly looking to the door. "I gotta go! Tell Lucifer I had something come up!"

Beelzebub quickly makes a beeline for the door. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, but she didn't care.

ADAM WAS IN DANGER!

Lucifer and his bitches were late and for whatever reason, Adam was in Hell. She hates that she had drawn to the worst possible conclusion but that was the only thing she could think of.

THE HELL TRIO ARE AFTER HIM!

The remaining Sins stared at the door long after Beelzebub's abrupt exit. Mammon broke the silence with a snort, scooping his fallen coins off the obsidian floor. "Maybe I heard wrong but did she just say Adam?"

"Yeah." Belphegor grumbled, sitting upright for the first time during the meeting. She glanced at the door, then shrugged. "I'm going after her."

"What about the meeting?" Asmodeus asked, his tone mildly curious.

"Fuck the meeting!" Belphegor responded, standing up. "Everyone is here and Lucifer is late. Besides, not like he has ever said anything meaningful. Whatever Bee is up to is immensely more interesting than this shit-show."

Mammon clicked his tongue, watching Belphegor lazily stretch before shuffling after Beelzebub. He tossed a coin in the air and caught it between his fingers, considering his options. On one hand, Lucifer would throw a fit if too many of them bailed, but on the other hand ... he didn't miss out on the fact that Beelzebub called out Adam's name. If his golden star was in Hell and he manages to get his hands on him, there is no telling how much profit he would make.

"Yeah, nah, I'm not missing out on whatever's got Bee riled up," Mammon said, kicking back his chair as he stood. He turned, heading towards the exit with a smirk. "This should be good."

"You all can't just leave!" Asmodeus protested. "What will we tell Lucifer—"

"We tell him nothing!" Satan grumbled, slamming his fist onto the table. "He has the audacity to call these pointless meetings and not even show up? This is his fault!"

"Uhhh, Mr. Satan, sir." Yogirt, the therapist imp that Satan had appointed to be his personal therapist, suddenly spoke. "If I may, anger is one of the most destructive emotions, and as a result, causes you a great deal of stress. Remember, anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Perhaps, instead of indulging in this frustration, you could take a moment to—"

Satan growled, rubbing his temples. "Yogirt, if you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to use you as a stress ball."

The imp shrank back, gulping audibly. "Understood, sir. Maybe later."

"I attend these meetings for Eve, but without her here, what's the point?" Leviathan grumbled, getting up as well.

Asmodeus looked at his remaining companions as they began to file out. Which left Asmodeus as the sole remaining Sin and he imagines the Hell Trio will not be all that pleased about this. And no way in Hell is he going to sit here and answer for everyone.

"Fuck this." Asmodeus grumbled, leaving the room and following the rest.

 


 

Beelzebub travelled as fast as she could to the Pride Ring, her wings buzzing with worry. The fact that the Hell Trio were so incredibly late could only mean that they had found Adam and it was up to her to save him. She would do everything in her power to protect him and ensure his safe return to Heaven!

...

Maybe not an immediate return. After all, she was going to valiantly save Adam from the clutches of the Hell Trio and no doubt she'll sustain some injuries here and there. Adam being who he is would no doubt insist on nursing her back to health and it would be rude of her to refuse his generosity. So it would make sense that the least she could do was to have dinner with him, which could lead to other meals, which could lead to spending more time together, which could lead to a relationship, which could lead to him eventually marrying—

"Beelzebub!"

Her wings stalled, the sudden voice pulling her from her fantasy. Beelzebub blinked as Michael landed directly in front of her with a not so graceful impact. Looking past him, she can see a house in the distance and the unmistakable silhouette of the First Man through the window.

"Michael!" Beelzebub started, keeping her gaze focused on the house. "Long time no see! But uhhh ... I'm a little busy and—"

"You're not going any closer to that house." Michael stated.

Beelzebub's eye twitched slightly. With Michael here, Adam's safety was pretty much guaranteed and while it should have brought her relief, she felt her heart sink. Her heroic fantasy later turned romantic had been dashed before she could even realize it.

What she should do is turn and walk away.

Miss out on the food he had brought with him.

Ignore the smell of his musk.

Forget the warmth that his smile brings her.

She should do the right thing and just walk away now that her fears were quelled and leave Adam alone.

But every part of her body rebelled against the thought. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest, a bitter frustration rising in her throat as she stared at the house, the longing in her eyes burning brighter than the Sun itself.

Putting on a forced smile, she tries to act as nonchalant as possible.

"Come on Michael, its me!" Beelzebub says with a chuckle. "Just thought I drop by and say hi to my—"

"After what you and Belphegor pulled back on Earth?" Michael retorts, glaring at Beelzebub. "Not a chance."

Beelzebub mentally groaned.

Of course, Michael had to bring up her and Belphegor's actions. And of course, it had to be when she was so close. Sure, she shouldn't have taken part in Belphegor's scheme ... BUT SHE HAD TO! If Belphegor's plan had succeeded and she wasn't part of it, who knows what Belphegor would have done with Adam.

Or if the Hell Trio's plan had worked and they had gotten their hands on Adam ... she could have been Adam's knight in shining armor and save him from the clutches of the trio. He would see her as a hero and he would be so thankful for her rescue. It would have been a storybook reunion.

...

SHE SHOULD HAVE LET THE HELL TRIO KIDNAP ADAM!

"As much as I like to believe that our idiot of a brother was the one that made the disease, I know for a fact he isn't smart enough to manufacture it." Michael states, drawing Beelzebub's attention back to the conversation. "When Adam told us of yours and Belphegor's involvement, it didn't take me long to connect the dots."

"Hear me out Michael, I was there because—"

Beelzebub gets cut off when Michael stabs the ground with his sword, a burst of angelic power radiating off the blade. It was clear to anyone looking that the anger was clear on Michael's face.

"I will not hear any of your lies or your excuses!" Michael snapped.

Beelzebub was the only Sin that Michael and his siblings wanted to believe that would have risen above temptation and with time, would have cured her own affliction. How she chose to exile herself from Heaven in the beginning was a noble and admirable start, but after learning that she took part in the plot involving the Pestilence was disheartening.

Though Adam tried to word it in such a way that Beelzebub was helping him and Vaggie at the time, her involvement in the matter was the last straw. She had truly fallen in the eyes of Heaven and would no longer entertain the notion that Beelzebub was different anymore.

"You allowed the suffering and the murder of millions!" Michael shouted.

Beelzebub's wings stilled, her forced smile crumbling as Michael's accusation hung in the air. A flicker of regret crossed her face, then a grimace, followed by a flash of defiance. Her hands clenched at her sides, the sting of Michael's words echoing through her soul.

SHE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!

How could he possibly know what she went through!? He's never been in Hell for longer than a day and had the luxury of living his life free from the temptations of this endless hunger that haunted her! He didn't have to attend boring quarterly meetings or put up with Lucifer and his bitches and their shit!

SHE DID ALL THIS FOR ADAM!

TO PROTECT HIM!

...

But Michael's opinion wasn't the one she covet.

"I did what I had to do, Michael!" Beelzebub growled. "If I didn't, Adam would have—"

"—stayed in Heaven!" Michael finished, his expression hardening. "Not stopping Belphegor or Lucifer and his wives is one thing, but to be an active participant in their plot?"

"You don't understand!" Beelzebub cried.

"No, I do not and I don't want to." Michael snapped, his voice sharp and full of righteous indignation. "Leave now and don't ever show yourself around Adam again."

It was foolish of her to think that Michael of all people would have understood. Her hands trembled, her teeth clenched. She couldn't stand the way he was looking at her, his disappointment a heavy weight in her chest. Adam would never look at her like this, she knew that.

SHE JUST HAS TO TALK AND CONVINCE ADAM THAT WHAT SHE DID WAS RIGHT!

Beelzebub tries to take a step forward only to stop as the point of Michael's sword pricked her neck.

"Beelzebub, don't test me." Michael warned.

The two stared each other down, the tension mounting. Beelzebub swallowed, a drop of sweat running down her forehead. Her wings hummed angrily, her jaw working as she fought the urge to snap back.

As much as she wanted to get to Adam, Michael was an obstacle that would prove difficult. Even with her strength and speed, her chances of overcoming Michael and his skillset were slim. She could try to fight her way to Adam, but even with the best case scenario, she wouldn't get very far and if anything, she probably won't live long enough to even see him.

"Fine." Beelzebub relented. "I'll—"

"Bee! Wait up!" Belphegor interrupted, her voice becoming clearer as she got closer. Beelzebub freezes at the sound of her voice. Of all the times for Belphegor to show up, it had to be now and from the look of growing anger on Michael's face, things were only going to get worse.

"I see your back up arrived." Michael grumbled, turning his attention away from Beelzebub and toward Belphegor.

"Shit." Beelzebub muttered, turning her head to the direction Belphegor's voice was coming from. "Michael, its not what it looks like! I'm not with her—"

"Well, well, well. What's all this, then?" Belphegor drawled, her eyes gleaming with amusement as they flicked between Beelzebub and Michael. "Didn't think HE would be the reason you left so frantically."

Michael's jaw clenched. "You should have stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of, Belphegor."

Belphegor snorted, shoving her hands into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. "Aww, you wound me, Mikey. And here I was, thinking you missed me."

Not wanting to escalate things, Beelzebub quickly steps up and tries to steer Belphegor away. The last thing she needed was for Belphegor to realize that Adam was nearby and be drawn into a fight with Michael.

"Bel, let's—"

"No." Belphegor grumbled, her voice growing cold as her eyes locked onto Michael. "Our "esteemed' brother is here and I want to know why."

Michael didn't respond.

"You're not the type to come down here unless there's a good reason." Belphegor continued, stepping up beside Beelzebub. "You didn't come all this way to chat, did you?"

"It doesn't matter why I'm here." Michael snapped. "Now, leave."

"It does." Belphegor countered. She stepped closer, her grin widening as she saw the faint flush of anger in Michael's cheeks. "Why would you come to this hellhole?"

"I'm warning you Belphegor." Michael growled, tightening his grip on his sword. "My purpose here doesn't concern any of you. I have no interest in fighting you."

"Oh, now I'm even more curious. The battle maniac Michael refusing to fight?" Belphegor purred. She took another step, the tip of Michael's sword pressing against her chest. "Are you hiding something Mikey?"

Belphegor was now practically nose-to-nose with Michael, her smirk never faltering despite the lethal blade between them. Beelzebub could feel the tension rising like a storm about to break, and she knew if she didn't act fast, this was going to spiral into something neither of them could walk away from unscathed.

"Bel, seriously, we should—" Beelzebub urged, gripping Belphegor's arm.

But then, a boisterous laugh cuts through the air, making all three of them freeze. A laugh originating from the house in the distance. It was a hearty laugh that everyone present could recognize anywhere. Almost immediately, Belphegor's eyes went wide, her pupils dilating as she turned her head and locked her gaze onto the house.

Belphegor's voice dripped with venomous delight as she whispered ominously.

"Hiding."

Her gaze snapped back to Michael, her grin widening into something feral.

"SOMEONE!"

Michael didn't wait.

The moment Belphegor's eyes darted back toward the house, he struck. His sword flashed, moving faster than thought, aiming straight for her throat. Belphegor didn't hesitate, dropping low as the blade cleaved the air over her head. Belphegor twisted, her body folding unnaturally as she slid backward with a lazy smirk. The blade cut through empty space where her neck had been an instant before.

"That was close. Guess I was right." Belphegor mused, her tone calm despite the murderous glint in her eyes.

ADAM IS HERE!

Ignoring Michael which could possibly be fatal, Belphegor refocuses her attention back to the house and starts making a break for it. With a single beat of his wings, Michael blurred forward, appearing directly in Belphegor's path before she could take more than a few steps. His sword flashed downward, forcing her to veer to the side at the last possible moment. The ground where she had stood an instant earlier cracked and splintered beneath the force of his missed strike.

"YOU WILL NOT TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" Michael roared, his voice thundering through the air like a divine command.

His show of force did little to deter her and as he was about to charge forward, a huge hand slams down in front of him. Looking up, Beelzebub gives him a sad smile, her expression somewhat apologetic. She had taken on her full demon form and was ready to go to war for what she wanted.

"Sorry Michael." Beelzebub says before looking to Belphegor. "GO GET ADAM!"

She didn't want to be the bad guy.

She never wanted it to come to this.

But no matter what happens today, it was clear that any goodwill Heaven had towards her was gone the moment Michael looked at her with that burning disappointment.

So be it.

THEN SHE'LL AT LEAST HAVE ADAM!

With her towering form looming over Michael, Beelzebub clenched her massive claws and lunged, forcing Michael onto the defensive. The force of her strike sent a shockwave through the air, dust and debris exploding outward. Michael barely had time to dodge, his wings carrying him upward in a swift maneuver, but Beelzebub was already moving, her speed belying her enormous size.

Meanwhile, Belphegor wasted no time. With Michael momentarily distracted, she sprinted toward the house. Every muscle in her body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. She could already taste victory. Adam—her prize, her subject—was so close.

Michael gritted his teeth. He had to stop them both. Adam was unprepared for this and if Belphegor reached him first ...

With a burst of angelic energy, Michael pivoted mid-air and launched himself at Belphegor. But Beelzebub, anticipating his move, intercepted him, her clawed hand wrapping around his leg and slamming him into the ground. The impact left a crater beneath him. With her hands clasped together, she brings it down with enough force that could have split mountains.

Michael barely managed to roll out of the way before Beelzebub's enormous fists slammed into the ground. The force of her strike sent a shockwave tearing through the barren Hellscape, splitting the ground and kicking up a storm of dust and debris. Michael shot up into the air before immediately diving back down, his sword flashing as he pierced Beelzebub's hands, pinning them to the ground.

Beelzebub screamed in pain, blood spilling from her punctured palms, but her screams were cut short as Michael wrapped his arms around her snout and lifted her gigantic form off the ground, swinging her around with a grunt of effort. He takes aim at Belphegor as she sprinted toward the house and, with a powerful heave, hurled Beelzebub straight at her.

Belphegor barely had time to register what was happening before a massive shadow overtook her. With a resounding crash, Beelzebub's massive body slammed into her, sending both of them tumbling across the Hellish landscape like a meteor colliding with the Earth. Dust and debris shot up, momentarily obscuring them from view.

"Fuck! Bee! Get off me!" Belphegor snarled, her voice muffled under the weight of her sister's titanic form.

"My hands!" Beelzebub howled, thrashing wildly and clawing at the ground with her bloody palms. "Fuck! FUCK!"

 


 

"Hey! Slow down!" Mammon shouted as he sprinted after the others, his boots kicking up dust as he struggled to keep pace.

"Slow down!?" Satan hissed. "You were a good twenty feet ahead of us a moment ago."

"Fuck me! How was I suppose to know Bee and Bel could move that fast?!"

"You are an idiot." Leviathan commented, flying slightly behind Satan.

"Still, I don't think we should be messing around in Lucifer's ring. If he finds out we—" Asmodeus started, but was immediately interrupted by a loud scream coming from Beelzebub in the distance.

Everyone stopped, their heads snapping toward the noise.

"Was that—" Asmodeus began.

"Yeah." Satan growled, his eyes narrowing.

Satan didn't waste another second. His wings flared out, and with a single powerful beat, he shot forward at breakneck speed, the others scrambling to follow. Beelzebub's scream had been raw, filled with pain and fury—something that didn't happen often. And the fact that she had to scream at all meant only one thing.

Something was wrong.

The four Sins didn't even get halfway there before a gigantic form came crashing down a few yards in front of them, sending a shockwave through the ground that nearly knocked them off their feet. A cloud of dust and debris billowed outward, obscuring their vision for a moment before slowly settling.

As the dust cleared, Beelzebub lay sprawled out in her demonic form, her massive body groaning in pain. Her wings twitched feebly, her clawed hands dug into the cracked earth, still dripping with golden ichor from where Michael had impaled them.

"Fuck! Bee! Get off me!" Belphegor snarled, her voice muffled under the weight of her sister's titanic form.

"My hands!" Beelzebub howled, thrashing wildly and clawing at the ground with her bloody palms. "Fuck! FUCK!"

"Bee!" Asmodeus was the first to recover, rushing toward her with genuine concern. "Shit, what the fuck happened!?"

Beelzebub coughed, pushing herself up with a trembling arm. "Michael ... that bastard!" she growled, wincing at the pain lacing her hands.

Satan's gaze darkened immediately. "Michael." he repeated, his voice low and sharp.

Satan's eyes burned with barely restrained fury as he processed the scene in front of him. Beelzebub, a powerhouse among them, was bleeding, shaking, and struggling to push herself off the ground. Belphegor, still pinned underneath her, was cursing up a storm, her usual laziness replaced with raw frustration. And the mention of Michael was all it took to set Satan's blood boiling.

"Where is he?" Satan growled, stepping forward with murderous intent.

"Not far." Beelzebub spat, managing to roll off Belphegor and onto her knees. She cradled her injured hands, the golden ichor of angelic wounds still dripping onto the ground. "Bastard threw me like a damn ragdoll."

"I'LL DO MORE THAN THAT!" Michael's voice boomed from above.

The Sins barely had time to react before a blinding column of golden light shot down from the sky, slamming into the ground between them with the force of a divine hammer. The sheer power of the impact sent a shockwave through the land that knocked the Sins to the ground. As the light dissipated, Michael stood in its wake, his sword gleaming with celestial fire, his wings spread wide in righteous fury. He was battle-worn but unyielding, his armor bearing scratches from his clash with Beelzebub, yet not a single hint of fatigue marked his expression.

"If you believe this gathering is enough to deter me, you are sorely mistaken." Michael stated.

Satan was the quickest to recover and before the others could react, he lunged forward, his fist wreathed in hellfire. The ground beneath his feet cracked and scorched as he rocketed toward Michael with all the force of a comet.

Michael barely moved.

At the last second, he shifted his weight, sidestepping Satan's charge with effortless grace. The moment Satan's fist passed through empty space, Michael brought his elbow down on the back of Satan's head with brutal precision, sending the Sin of Wrath crashing into the ground like a meteor.

"Fucking hell!" Mammon gasped, his eyes going wide. "I'm outta here! I didn't sign up to fight fucking Michael!"

"Adam is here!" Belphegor hissed.

It was a calculated risk to announce that Adam was here in Hell. After all, she wasn't all that keen on sharing the First Man with her siblings. But getting past Michael alone would prove a challenge. Each of the Sins had some degree of self-preservation and knew that they couldn't take on Michael. But that self-preservation didn't eclipse the influence that Adam had on them.

They each wanted Adam for their own reasons, and now that they knew he was here, the Sins had a choice: risk their hides in a battle against Heaven's greatest warrior, or let the opportunity of a lifetime slip through their fingers.

Michael's expression darkened at Belphegor's words, his grip on his sword tightening. "You will not lay a single hand on him."

But it was too late. The name Adam had already ignited something dangerous in the Sins.

Mammon, who had been ready to run, hesitated for just a second too long. He thought about the wealth that could come from having Adam in his pocket—contracts, favors, even his soul, if played right.

HIS GOLDEN STAR!

Leviathan, who was already barely holding back her ferocity at the Angel who killed her, felt the fires of wrath burn hotter in her chest. Adam, the man who continues to hold Eve's heart centuries after her death, the man that caused her beloved's suffering, would finally receive the justice he deserves.

SHE'LL PRESENT HIS HEAD TO EVE AND WIN HER HEART!

Satan, whose anger and rage was already boiling over, saw red. The thought of Adam, the man who took everything from him, was so close made him see stars. His hands trembled, his nails digging into the scorched Earth. The very air around him grew thick with the smell of smoke and brimstone.

HE'LL DESTROY THE MAN WHO RUINED HIS LIFE!

Satan, with renewed vigor, pushed himself up and swung a backhand at Michael's legs. With a beat of his wings, Michael easily glided over the attack but as he took to the air, he felt a fist not belonging to Satan strike him across the face. The blow nearly knocked him out of the air, his eyes widening in surprise.

The other Sins all stared in awe and surprise as the weakest among them was the first to deal a blow. Asmodeus, who never knew Michael or his power outside of the stories told, felt a strange mixture of exhilaration and horror at what he had just done. His hand bruised slightly from the impact, a testament to the sheer power Michael wielded even when merely struck. He had thrown that punch out of impulse, drawn by the intoxicating thought of Adam finally within his grasp.

Asmodeus never knew Adam.

He has never even seen him, despite Eve's many portraits and murals of the First Man. He knew nothing more than the stories, the myths, and legends that surrounded the man. But that very name carried more weight to Asmodeus than anyone else.

His own history.

His own existence.

His own story.

IT ALL INTERTWINED WITH ADAM'S!

All of Asmodeus life, all the love and adoration he's craved, the acceptance he yearned for, all of it was denied. Eve never tried, Lilith saw him with disgust and Lucifer had no qualms with casting him aside. And all because he was nothing like the man whom he had never even met.

And now, Adam was here, within his reach, and if he presented him to them.

...

Then maybe they would finally like him.

"Nice one Ozzy!" Mammon praised. In a puff of greenish smoke, Mammon's demon form emerged, his frame stretching as extra eyes blinked open along his face. His jester-like form twisted, his elongated fingers twitching with excitement as his golden, arachnid-like legs unfurled from his back. With a wicked grin, he cracked his knuckles.

"Reckon it's my turn, then." Mammon purred, his voice carrying an eerie lilt as he took darted forward.

Michael wiped the trace of blood from his lip, his expression grim as he analyzed the rapidly shifting battlefield. He was outnumbered, but that wasn't what concerned him the most.

It was their hunger.

Michael had no doubts. If they got their hands on Adam, if they even so much as touched him—Adam wouldn't just be in danger. He would be consumed.

Mammon's sharp golden spider like legs came down toward Michael in a blur, each strike whistling through the air with deadly precision. Michael twisted his body mid-air, parrying the first leg with his sword and narrowly dodging the second that nearly skewered his shoulder. The force of the impact sent tremors through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and retaliated.

With a blinding flash, Michael's sword ignited, wreathed in holy fire, and he swung in a wide arc. Mammon barely managed to recoil in time, his golden legs retracting as the flames licked dangerously close to his flesh. The attack left a molten scar on the Hellish ground where it struck, and the heat alone made Mammon hiss.

"Cheeky bastard!" Mammon spat, shaking off the near miss.

Before Michael could press his attack, a dark blur shot toward him. Leviathan. Her tail lashed out like a whip, striking with the force of a tidal wave. Michael raised his sword just in time to block, but the sheer force sent him crashing through a jagged outcrop of obsidian rock.

Michael grunted as he skidded to a halt, his armor dented, but he didn't have a moment to recover. The Sins were relentless.

Satan was already upon him, his hellfire-infused fist barreling toward Michael like a meteor storm. Michael ducked the first swing, the sheer heat singing his hair, but the second caught him in the ribs, sending a sharp crack through his armor. He clenched his jaw to suppress the pain, twisting midair and slamming the pommel of his sword into Satan's temple.

Satan staggered back a step, but instead of reeling in pain, he grinned—a vicious, unhinged expression.

"Is that all you've got?!" Satan hissed, his voice laced with manic delight as he feels he has the upper hand.

Michael exhaled sharply, regaining his footing as he quickly scanned his surroundings. Beelzebub had recovered, still clutching her wounded hands, but her rage had only grown. Belphegor, though shaken, was already creeping around the battlefield, undoubtedly looking for a way to slip past him toward Adam. Asmodeus, despite his earlier hesitation, was brimming with an unsettling determination, flexing his bruised hand as though preparing to strike again.

And then there was Mammon and Leviathan, both watching him with predatory grins, waiting for the next opening.

And despite what he just went through, Michael could only smile. There wasn't many in Heaven that could match him in a fight and the number of times he was allowed to go all out were few and far between. The thrill of the fight, the rush of adrenaline, the pure, raw strength that flowed through his veins.

With a slow, measured exhale, he rolled his shoulders, his armor shifting with a metallic hum as he adjusted his grip on his sword. Golden flames surged around him, crackling like a wildfire given purpose. His wings, though battered, unfurled to their full span, casting an imposing silhouette against the scorched sky.

And then, with a smirk, Michael spoke, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Alright, you bastards." He lifted his sword, angling the blade toward them as light coalesced around him. "Let's see if you can make this fun."

Mammon lunged first.

His golden legs clicked against the ground as he darted forward, moving with unnatural, erratic speed. The air around him crackled as reality bent to his will—currency, contracts, and shattered promises swirling in a chaotic storm around him. The weight of debt, the essence of greed, manifested in green chains, lashing toward Michael's limbs in an attempt to bind him.

Michael reacted instantly. His blade flashed, slicing through the first set of spectral chains before they could tighten around him. With a swift pivot, he drove his elbow into Mammon's chest, sending the Sin staggering back with a sharp grunt.

"Fucking hell—" Mammon wheezed, but Michael didn't let up.

In a blur, he spun toward Leviathan, who had already launched herself at him. Her tail lashed out, the force behind it enough to shatter mountains. Michael ducked at the last second, feeling the gust of displaced air nearly rip him off his feet.

Seizing the moment, he grabbed her tail mid-swing—a move that would have been suicide for anyone else—and yanked.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME—!" Leviathan screeched, twisting wildly, but Michael used her momentum. With inhuman strength, he swung her like a flail, her body colliding with Asmodeus just as he tried to get a clean shot in.

The two Sins crashed together, tumbling across the battlefield in a tangled heap.

Michael didn't hesitate. He turned just in time to parry a direct strike from Satan. The sheer force of it sent a shockwave through the air, cracking the ground beneath them. Their arms trembled from the impact, but neither gave an inch.

Satan's muscles bulged, his face contorting with rage as he fought for control. If it had been the Satan of the past, he would have just kept going at Michael with brute force, but thanks to his therapy session with Yogirt, Satan was able to think a little more clearly.

With their blades locked, Satan charged up a breath of hellfire. Though it was subtle, Michael noticed the faint glow behind his jaw. Dropping his strength, he shifted his footing, throwing Satan off balance and getting behind him. He grabs Satan by the back of the head and aims Satan's impending release of hellfire toward Mammon, who had just managed to regain his footing.

A torrent of searing flames erupted from Satan's mouth, engulfing Mammon in a column of molten fire. The Sin of Greed let out a strangled yelp as he flailed backward, his golden spider legs desperately trying to bat the flames away, some even melting into slag from the heat.

"OI! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING WANKER!" Mammon screeched, stumbling away and frantically patting at his now-smoking limbs. "YOU BURNT ME, YOU STUPID OVERGROWN CHILI PEPPER!"

Satan blinked, then snarled. "DON'T FUCKING BLAME ME, BLAME HIM!" He gestured wildly at Michael, who had already moved onto his next target.

Beelzebub, despite her injuries, was next. She had her jaw clenched tight, her bleeding hands trembling, but the rage in her eyes burned like twin suns. She flexed her claws and shot forward with dizzying speed. Her wings beat the air with such force that the ground beneath her cracked apart. Michael barely had time to brace himself before she was on him.

A clawed hand shot toward his throat.

Michael dodged left, but Beelzebub anticipated it. Twisting in mid-air, she slammed her knee into his ribs, sending him careening into the fractured ground. Michael crashed into the shattered earth, the impact leaving a jagged crater beneath him. Dust and debris rose in a thick cloud, obscuring his form for a brief moment. Beelzebub was about to go in when she quickly noticed a beam of holy light shoot up through the dust cloud.

Beelzebub jumps back to avoid the beam but it proves to be her undoing as in the time it took for her to jump back, Michael had flown out of the crater and towards her legs. He tackles her by her legs and lifts her up high before slamming her down onto the ground, followed up with him diving straight onto Beelzebub's stomach. Beelzebub groaned loudly as the air and the contents of her stomach came up with a painful heave. Food, bile, and blood came up, staining her face.

Before Michael could press his advantage, a strong pressurized jet of water hit him straight in the chest, forcing him away from Beelzebub and sending him rolling a few feet. Michael barely had time to recover before Leviathan was on him again, her movements fueled by the sheer rage she had been barely containing. The pressurized water wasn't just ordinary liquid—it carried the crushing weight of the ocean's abyss, forcing Michael onto his knees as he dug his sword into the ground to keep from being swept away.

"Hey Mikey!" Belphegor calls out.

Michael turns his head, surprised to find Belphegor had managed to sneak up so close. She grins at him, a strange powder in her hand. Before Michael can react, Belphegor blew the powder into his face.

A flash of pain exploded behind his eyes.

Michael's vision was completely engulfed in searing white. He stumbled backward, his wings flaring out for balance as a sharp, burning sensation lanced through his skull. His grip on his sword slackened, and for the first time in the battle, true vulnerability crept into his posture.

Belphegor's grin widened as she dusted off her hands. "That's right, Mikey. Breathe it in real deep." Her voice was sweet, saccharine, and full of venom. "A little concoction I've been working on for a while. It's got a nasty little kick—designed specifically for you glowing lot."

Michael clenched his teeth as he fought to shake off the effects, but his limbs felt sluggish, his thoughts momentarily hazed. His sword was still in his grasp, but his movements were delayed, as if he were trapped underwater.

And the Sins knew it.

Satan wasted no time. He lunged, his fist wreathed in hellfire, and slammed it directly into Michael's gut. The impact reverberated through the battlefield like a thunderclap. Michael swings his sword in his general direction but Satan easily sidesteps the sluggish attack, grinning savagely.

Mammon cackled. "Ah, now this is a fight I like! Let's see how the big, bad warrior of Heaven does when he's swinging at shadows!"

He braced himself, focusing not on sight but on sound—the rustle of movement, the shift of air pressure, the faintest vibrations in the ground. The Sins were loud. Predictable. And if they thought he was helpless just because he couldn't see—

A blow slammed into his ribs from the left—Leviathan's tail. He barely had time to steel himself before Mammon's elongated, clawed fingers raked across his armor, attempting to pry it loose. A third hit, a knee to his back, knocked him off-balance. That was Satan, no doubt.

Michael growled, pushing through the pain, his wings snapping outward with a powerful burst. The force sent some of them reeling, but not far enough. They were like jackals, circling a wounded lion.

Then, Beelzebub struck.

Michael barely registered the shift in air before a colossal weight smashed into him from above. Her massive foot pinned him to the ground, the pressure crushing, as though he were being forced between two tectonic plates.

CRACK.

The earth beneath them split from the sheer impact, sending tremors through the battlefield.

Michael coughed, golden ichor splattering onto the ground. His grip on his sword remained firm, but the weight of the blow had left his arms trembling.

"Still breathing, Michael?" Beelzebub mocked, her voice thick with exertion but filled with cruel amusement. "Hate to admit it, but you're one tough bastard."

"Let's fix that." Belphegor purred, stepping in as the others tightened their circle around him.

Michael knew what was coming.

A flurry of blows—fists, claws, tails, hellfire, water blasts. The Sins descended upon him in a relentless, merciless barrage. Each strike sent shockwaves through his body, battering his armor, testing the limits of his endurance. They were clearly in no rush to kill him. They wanted to break him.

Michael gritted his teeth, every impact sending jolts of pain through his battered body. He refused to scream, refused to give them the satisfaction. The Sins pressed in closer, their blows relentless, their laughter ringing in his ears.

Then, amid the chaos, Leviathan coiled her tail tightly around his waist. She grinned, her sharp teeth flashing as she lifted him into the air with an almost gleeful malice. "You always looked down on us, Michael," she sneered, tightening her grip until the pressure threatened to crack his ribs.

With a heave, she swung him around like a ragdoll before slamming him into the ground with earth-shattering force. The impact sent fissures racing outward, golden ichor spraying across the battlefield.

Michael gasped, pain lancing through his body. His wings twitched, his fingers curling around the hilt of his sword—but it was yanked from his grasp before he could react.

Mammon laughed as he dangled Michael's sword between his fingers, twirling it with mocking ease. "Oi, look at this beaut, eh? Not bad craftsmanship—kinda gaudy for my taste, though. Bet I could get a fortune for this in the right circles."

Michael forced his head up, his vision still swimming. His body was battered, his armor dented, but his resolve remained unshaken. He tried to move, but Leviathan's tail constricted further, locking him in place.

"That's enough playing around." Satan cracked his knuckles, stepping forward, his entire body wreathed in hellfire. "Let's put the bastard down for good."

The other Sins closed in, their expressions predatory.

Michael's breath came in ragged gasps. His body screamed at him to stay down, but his spirit refused to yield. He clenched his jaw, his muscles coiling with a last reserve of strength.

Then, Leviathan made a mistake.

She laughed.

Her grip slackened just a fraction in her arrogance, just enough for Michael to move.

In an instant, he twisted and bit down—hard.

Leviathan's eyes went wide as pain exploded up her spine. Michael's teeth sank into her tail with the force of divine wrath, crushing scales and drawing a pained, guttural scream from the Sin of Envy.

"AAAGGHHH, YOU FUCKING—"

She released him instantly, flinging him away as she recoiled in agony.

Michael hit the ground, but this time, he rolled with it, landing on his feet. Quickly, he unfurled his wings, extending them to their fullest before taking to the skies. Hovering in the sky with his wings outstretched, multiple eyes opened on each wing, scanning his surroundings before charging up with holy light.

"Shit." Beelzebub muttered under her breath.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Satan shouted, remembering he had seen this before.

Beams of holy light fired off in rapid succession, streaking down like divine wrath itself. The Sins scattered, barely dodging the relentless barrage. The beams carved through Hell's scorched landscape, searing through rock and sulfur alike, leaving molten craters in their wake.

Michael hovered above, his many eyes scanning for weaknesses, his body still aching but fueled by raw defiance. His golden ichor dripped from his wounds, but his grip on his power never wavered. The Sins, powerful as they were, had underestimated him.

Mammon skittered sideways, barely avoiding a beam that scorched the edge of his arm. "FUCK! Oi, maybe we bit off more than we can chew—" he started, but Leviathan snarled, clutching her injured tail, her pupils slitted with sheer fury.

"DON'T YOU DARE RUN, MAMMON!" she screeched, her hands glowing with a deep, abyssal blue. She slammed her palms together, and the air around them shifted. A tidal wave of corrosive water erupted from the ground, roaring toward Michael with the force of an oceanic tempest.

Michael braced himself, his wings snapping forward, forming a protective barrier of divine energy. The water crashed against it, sizzling and evaporating instantly, but the force still pushed him back midair.

Satan, seizing the opportunity, let out a guttural roar and lunged forward, summoning all his fury. His entire body became wreathed in an inferno of hellfire, his muscles bulging with raw power. With a single, devastating leap, he soared straight toward Michael, fist cocked back, flames licking at the edges of his knuckles.

Michael decided that enough was enough. He flies straight at Satan, his own fist cocked back. As their fists met, the air itself split with a cataclysmic explosion of energy. The sky above flickered between the oppressive crimson of Hell's eternal twilight and bursts of golden radiance, clashing in a violent display of power.

 


 

Aclima, Lute and Vaggie peered out the window. They could barely make out the Sins but they did see Michael firing off beams of Holy Light while in the air.

"What are you all doing?" Adam asked as he entered the room they were in.

Quickly, the three drew the curtains close and turned to him. "Just ... admiring the view, Sir." Lute said quickly.

"Yeah Dad, not often we get to see a red sky." Aclima agreed, nodding her head.

"Did you see anything out there? The ground has been shaking a lot just now." Adam asked, frowning slightly as he stepped toward the window.

Vaggie, standing nearest to him, quickly blocked his way with a nervous chuckle. "Its just earthquakes like Cain said earlier, Dad. Nothing to worry about. But you really shouldn't go outside right now. Just in case. Better safe than sorry, am I right?"

Adam gave her a confused look, then shrugged. "I guess. But still, I do want to know what's causing so much tremors."

"Dad, lets not waste this time talking about tremors. There is only so much time left before we got to go. Best we spend it with Cain and Hannah, right?" Aclima asked, hoping to get Adam away from the window.

"You're right!" Adam said, turning his attention back to the dining room. "I still gotta teach Hannah how to cook!"

Aclima, Lute, and Vaggie shared a collective sigh of relief as Adam turned away from the window. The moment he left the room, they quickly exchanged tense glances. The tremors had only gotten worse, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Michael was locked in a serious battle with something—or more likely, someone.

"I don't like this." Vaggie muttered, her grip tightening on the hilt of her weapon. "Should we have told him?"

"And what? Risk him running out there?" Aclima shot back in a hushed whisper, crossing her arms. "You know how he gets. If he found out Michael was fighting the Sins, he'd throw himself into the fray without thinking."

"We should trust Sir Michael to handle himself." Lute added, giving a quick glance out the window. "I have no doubt he will prevail. Besides, we should be focused on protecting Sir."

The three of them nodded in unison, then glanced out the window one last time before joining Adam and the others.

 


 

Satan's face contorted with pain as an unnatural CRACK echoed across the battlefield.

His entire arm snapped backward at a grotesque angle.

His roar of fury became a cry of agony as the bones in his forearm shattered under the overwhelming force of Michael's punch. He was sent hurtling backward, crashing through jagged obsidian formations, skidding across the molten ground before coming to a halt in a smoking crater.

The other Sins froze.

Even Mammon, usually quick with a quip, stared in stunned silence.

Beelzebub's jaw tightened, her bleeding hands trembling as she watched Satan groan and clutch at his broken arm, his body twitching from the sheer shock of the injury. Leviathan's tail flicked erratically, her rage momentarily eclipsed by disbelief. Belphegor, usually lounging with smug amusement, stiffened, her sharp eyes darting between Michael and the fallen Satan.

"Fuck! I ain't dying for this!" Mammon was the first to break the stunned silence, his spider-like legs clicking as he took a few frantic steps back before turning and sprinting away, abandoning the battle.

"Mammon! Get back here you coward!" Leviathan screeched. "We can—"

Another barrage of holy light rained down from above, forcing Leviathan to abandon her rant and dive for cover.

Beelzebub barely had time to process the way things were spiraling out of control. One moment, they had Michael pinned. The next, Satan was lying broken in a crater, Mammon had already made a break for it, and Michael was back in the sky, raining down holy retribution like a vengeful God.

And worst of all—she was still empty-handed.

Adam was right there. A stone's throw away. But with Michael holding the line, she couldn't get past.

Damn it all.

Her hands ached, golden ichor still dripping between her fingers. She couldn't fight at her full strength like this, and every second she wasted here was a second closer to losing her one and only chance to—

"Tch." she clicked her tongue in frustration, already making a decision she hated. This wasn't working, and Michael wasn't going down anytime soon. She had underestimated just how far the bastard would go to protect Adam.

"Bel! Asmodeus! Grab Satan, we're retreating." she barked, her voice echoing with authority.

"What?!" Belphegor looked up, shocked. "But Bee, we're so close—"

"We won't be close to anything if we die here. Retreat." Beelzebub cut her off, her expression hardening.

The Sin of Lust wanted to argue but even he realized the futility of their efforts. With Satan down and Mammon fleeing, they had no way to break through Michael's defense. He cursed under his breath before darting off to help Belphegor get Satan out of the way.

Leviathan, clutching her tail, glared daggers at Michael, her blood boiling.

"You'll pay for this!" she hissed. Her voice was filled with such venom that it could have melted the skin off an ordinary man.

Michael, however, did not seem concerned. Only continuing his assault.

With a snarl, she turned and joined the others in their retreat.

The Sins had lost.

Watching the Sins retreat, Michael's gaze hardened, his multiple eyes scanning the battlefield, searching for the slightest hint of danger. His wings twitched, sensing movement, but the only thing that moved was the dust kicked up by the battle. Eventually, he lowered himself onto the ground, his eyes slowly fading, and folded his wings behind his back.

Slowly, he makes his way over to where his sword lay after Mammon had dropped it in his haste to flee. He picked up the blade, its familiar weight reassuring in his grasp. As he wiped the blade clean against his armor, his sharp gaze flicked toward the horizon where the Sins had retreated.

He turned his gaze toward the house. Adam was still inside, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded on his behalf. His halo flashes, informing him that Adam's two hour time limit was nearly up.

It was time to go.

 


 

"Michael! What happened to you!?" Adam exclaimed after Michael had burst through the door, startling the occupants.

Adam narrowed his eyes at Michael's disheveled appearance—the dents in his armor, the golden ichor staining his side, the slight tremor in his fingers as he sheathed his sword. It was the look of a man who had been in a fight, and a serious one at that.

"Nothing." Michael said quickly, his tone curt. He quickly closes the distance between them and grabs Adam by his wrist, dragging him towards the portal back to Heaven he had created outside the door. "We're leaving. NOW!"

"Wait, what?!" Adam struggled against Michael's grip, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Michael, what the hell happened out there?!"

"Not now, Adam." Michael snapped, his grip tightening as he pulled the First Man toward the portal. "Your time was already up fifteen minutes ago! Be glad Heaven hasn't sent someone down to retrieve us yet!"

Aclima, Lute, and Vaggie rushed after them, exchanging worried glances. They had expected trouble, but Michael looked like he'd just come out of a warzone.

Cain and Hannah, still standing near the dining table, exchanged wary looks before Hannah finally spoke up. "Dad, you're leaving already?"

Adam hesitated but Michael's urgency was clear, and if Michael was worried, that meant something serious had gone down.

"Hannah, I—" Adam started, but Michael cut him off.

"No time for goodbyes!" Michael barked, his grip unrelenting as he yanked Adam toward the swirling portal. His wings flared, his entire body thrumming with barely restrained urgency. "We're lucky I even got you this far without Sera finding out, now MOVE."

Adam dug his heels into the ground, wrenching his arm away with a stubborn glare. "Michael, what the hell is going on!?"

Michael exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience hanging by a thread. He was already drained from the fight with the Sins, and now Adam was making this difficult. "You want to know what happened?" he snapped, rubbing his temple. "The Sins happened! All of them, Adam! They figured out you were here, and now I'm getting YOU OUT OF HERE!"

Aclima, Lute, and Vaggie stiffened. The weight of Michael's words sank in immediately. They exchanged worried glances, realizing just how close they had all come to disaster. Immediately, the three rushed forward and started assisting Michael by pushing Adam towards the portal.

Adam weakly resisted, but the combined efforts of Michael, Aclima, Lute, and Vaggie forced him closer to the swirling portal of divine energy. His heart clenched as he looked back at Cain and Hannah, their expressions filled with unease.

"Dad!" Hannah called out, stepping forward, her hand reaching for him. "Wait—!"

Cain grabbed her wrist, holding her back. His expression was unreadable, but there was something resigned in his gaze. "Let him go, Hannah."

Adam struggled harder. "Cain! Hannah! I—"

Michael shoved him with a burst of angelic strength, cutting him off as Adam stumbled into the portal. The last thing he saw before the swirling light consumed him was Cain, standing still, his hands clenched at his sides, and Hannah's expression twisted with emotion.

Then, in an instant, Adam was gone.

 


 

In the Wrath Ring, Satan's howl of pain echoed through the grand halls of his domain, shaking the very foundation of his throne room. His shattered arm hung limply at his side, golden ichor still oozing from the wound Michael had inflicted. His usual ironclad composure was nowhere to be found—his entire being burned with humiliation and seething rage.

A group of low-ranking imps cowered near the entrance, flinching at every angry growl and roar he unleashed. Even the strongest and most vicious among them seemed hesitant to approach the injured Sin of Wrath. All except Yogirt who continues his futile attempts at calming his master down.

"Lord Satan, I implore you." Yogirt began, his small impish hands clasped together as he nervously adjusted his tiny glasses. "Anger, while a natural response to adversity, must be channeled productively. If you allow it to fester unchecked—"

"NOT NOW, YOGIRT!" Satan bellowed, his voice shaking the very walls of his throne room. "I AM CHANNELING MY FUCKING ANGER! DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED YOUR DAMN THERAPY RIGHT NOW!?"

He already lost one hand to that white haired bitch and now his other arm is in shambles because of fucking Michael!

Yogirt gulped but, to his credit, did not back down entirely. He had survived this long as Satan's personal therapist by sheer force of will (and the occasional divine intervention of luck). Adjusting his collar, he cleared his throat. "Well, sir, from a psychological standpoint, I would argue that you are, in fact, not channeling it effectively. You're just destroying priceless furniture."

At that moment, Satan hurled a solid obsidian throne across the room, shattering it against the wall.

"CASE IN POINT!" Yogirt yelped, ducking behind a pillar.

"Calm down you big baby." Belphegor sighed, working at patching up Satan's broken arm.

As Belphegor worked on resetting Satan's shattered arm, the Sin of Wrath gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked. His rage was practically tangible, boiling over like molten lava, seething under his skin. Every nerve in his body screamed for vengeance.

"Calm down?" Satan growled, his voice a deep, guttural rumble. "CALM DOWN?! That—"

"Yeah, yeah, we all saw it, big guy." Belphegor muttered, rolling her eyes as she carefully maneuvered his broken limb. "No need to relive it over and over."

The sound of bone grinding against bone sent a sickening crack through the air as she set the break. Satan let out a guttural roar, his entire body tensing, but he refused to show more weakness. His golden ichor seeped onto the floor, pooling at his feet.

"Quit your whining." Beelzebub scoffed, cradling her own wounded hands. Her fingers were still trembling slightly from the pain of Michael's sword slicing through them, but she refused to acknowledge it beyond a clenched jaw. "At least you got off with just a broken arm. That smug bastard pierced my hands. Do you have any idea how long it's gonna take for these to heal?"

Asmodeus leaned against the nearby wall, looking less physically damaged but still deeply unsettled. He traced his fingers over his knuckles where he'd landed that first, impulsive punch against Michael. He hates to admit it since his fellow Sins were in worst shape, but the fight with Michael had shaken him more than he wanted to admit.

Even now, the memory of those icy blue eyes still made him shudder.

Leviathan, who had been tending to her wounded tail with an icy glare, slammed her fist against the armrest of her seat. "It's not over! That bastard humiliated us. I don't care if he's Heaven's defender—I'll drown him myself next time."

"Next time?" Beelzebub rolled her eyes. "Did you miss the part where he beat us all down even after Bel drugged him? You want to run it back so we can lose again?"

Belphegor, who had since moved on from Satan to Beelzebub to patch up her hands, let out a sigh. "She's got a point, Levi. Rushing in without a foolproof plan isn't gonna cut it."

Satan, still fuming, clenched his fists—one of them whole, the other weak and barely healed. "We shouldn't have lost. We outnumbered him. We had him on the ropes before he pulled that last stunt."

"We had him because of the powder." Asmodeus corrected, rubbing his sore jaw. "And even drugged, he still put us in the dirt."

Leviathan growled, her tail flicking in irritation. "I don't care! We were this close! We had Michael and Adam right there! We could have killed two birds with one stone! If we don't act now, we might not get another chance!"

"And do what?" Beelzebub shot back, her golden eyes blazing. "Rush back to Pride and hope Michael's not there anymore? Hope he's alone next time? Hope he's weaker? Face it, we're not getting Adam today."

Leviathan's mouth snapped shut, her sharp teeth grinding together in frustration.

For a few tense moments, silence hung over the room. Each Sin was too lost in their own thoughts, their own frustrations, to formulate a coherent plan.

 


 

The Heaven group spilled back into Michael's office, their hurried return from Hell leaving an air of tension thick in the room. Adam stumbled forward first, catching himself on Michael's desk as the sudden shift in reality made his head spin. His mind was still reeling from the abrupt end to his visit, his heart heavy with unfinished words left behind in Hell.

"All of you. Leave." Michael commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. "I need to speak to Adam. ALONE."

"I really don't think—" Aclima tries to say, only to be cut off.

"Now." Michael snaps, glaring daggers at her.

"Sir, you know we can't leave—" Lute starts, only to be cut off by Michael slamming his fist onto his desk, splitting it down the middle.

"OUT!"

Vaggie tugs on Aclima and Lute's sleeves, signaling them to back off. The three of them exchanged wary glances, knowing better than to push Michael when he was like this. With one last hesitant look at Adam, they reluctantly turned and exited the room, closing the door behind them.

Adam straightened, rubbing the back of his neck, and finally turned to face Michael. "Look, I don't understand what happened and dragging me away from Cain and Hannah is one thing but the way you just acted was completely out of line!" Adam finished, his voice tinged with frustration.

Michael stared at him, his usually sharp, piercing eyes heavy with exhaustion. His breathing was still uneven, his armor still marred with dents and streaks of golden ichor, his body still stiff from the battle he had just endured. He had been through a war zone for Adam. Fought tooth and nail against some of the most dangerous beings in Hell just to keep Adam safe. And yet, here Adam was, arguing with him about manners.

"You have no idea how close you were to being dragged off by those bastards." Michael growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you realize what almost happened back there?"

"No, and I won't until you tell me!" Adam shot back, his expression tightening with frustration.

"The Sins were after you!" Michael snapped.

Adam's breath hitched at Michael's words, his stomach twisting in an unfamiliar knot. He took a step back, searching Michael's face for any hint of exaggeration, but found none. Michael was deadly serious—his expression raw with anger, exhaustion, and something else Adam wasn't used to seeing in him.

Fear.

"They—what? How did they know?" Adam asked, his voice soft.

Michael inched his way over to his chair, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge tucked under his desk. He popped the cap off with a flick of his wrist, taking a deep swig before slamming the bottle onto the already splintered desk. "Doesn't matter."

"Why didn't you call me!?" Adam exclaimed, his eyes widening in alarm. "I could have helped, I could have talked to them! I could—"

Adam dodged to the side as the bottle Michael had just hurled at him smashed into the wall behind him, golden ichor still smeared on the glass. The violent action stunned Adam into silence. Michael had never thrown something at him before—not in anger.

Michael's hands were braced against the desk, his knuckles white, his shoulders trembling with barely restrained fury. His breathing was ragged, his wings twitching erratically as if he was fighting the urge to lash out.

"Are you out of your damn mind!?" Michael seethed, his voice barely above a growl. "THEY WANTED TO KILL YOU!"

"You don't know that!" Adam shot back, his fists clenched. "I could have talked to Beelzebub. Or—or even Mammon, he—"

Michael darts forward and faster then Adam could react, grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Talked to them? Talked to them?!" Michael hissed, his fingers digging into Adam's shirt. His wings flared behind him, the sharp tips brushing against the walls on either side of them. "When will you get it in your skull that not everyone shares your damn optimism, Adam!? Not everyone is willing to talk!"

"If we just give them a chance—"

"Given the chance, they would have ripped you limb from limb without a second thought." Michael cut him off, his voice filled with barely contained anger. "THEY'RE. NOT. YOUR. FRIENDS!"

Adam stared back at him, his own breath shallow. For the first time in a long while, he could see it—Michael wasn't just mad. He was terrified.

"Michael," Adam started, his voice quieter now. "I—"

"Do you have any idea what would have happened if they got their hands on you? If I wasn't there?" His fingers tightened around Adam's collar for a moment before finally, finally, he let go, stepping back with a sharp exhale. "You're not invincible. You're not untouchable. And for all your damn charisma and compassion, some people—some things—cannot be reasoned with."

Adam swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He felt the weight of Michael's words heavy in his chest. All this time, he had always assumed Michael had his best interests at heart, but ...

Adam rubbed his neck, staring at Michael warily. He had never seen Michael like this before. He had seen him irritated, annoyed, even mildly angry. But this? This was something else entirely. This was raw.

Michael ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pacing for a moment before finally slumping down into his chair with a groan. "Beelzebub was there, you know." He muttered, reaching for another beer. His fingers hesitated over the bottle before he sighed and pulled back. "She was the first to show up and she was gunning for you."

Adam's stomach twisted. "Bee wouldn't—"

"Yes, she would!" Michael snapped, cutting him off before he could even finish the thought. "She didn't hesitate, Adam! Not even for a second! The moment she realized you were there, she was ready to tear past me to get to you."

Adam swallowed hard. Beelzebub ... had she really?

"But she saved me—"

"For fucks sake, Adam." Michael sighed, his shoulders slumping as the adrenaline finally started to fade. "She saved you from the Hell Trio because she wanted you for herself!"

"You're wrong!" Adam insisted, his fists clenching at his sides. "I know Bee. She would never—"

"She attacked me first!" Michael hissed, his voice raising again.

Though he did strike at Belphegor first, Michael was technically right in that his attack didn't land and Beelzebub's did. But Michael needed to shatter Adam's perception of the Sins, and if he had to twist the truth a little, then so be it.

"Not long after she attacked me, the others showed up." Michael continued, his voice low. "Mammon, Belphegor, Leviathan, Asmodeus, and Satan. They didn't come to talk, Adam."

Michael slowly unclasped his armor and let it fall away, revealing his injured torso. He then lifted his shirt, exposing the deep bruises, the cracked ribs, the gashes still seeping golden ichor. His skin was a map of battle, each wound a painful reminder of his struggle.

Adam's breath hitched, his eyes widening at the extent of the damage. Instinctively, his hands reached out toward Michael's wounds, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered just above the bruises. "Michael ..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Michael flinched but didn't pull away. He let Adam see. Let him understand. Let the weight of reality settle in.

"This is what they did to me, Adam," Michael said, his voice quieter now, but no less intense.

Adam swallowed, his throat tight. The anger he had felt earlier, the frustration at being dragged away, the disbelief that Michael was overreacting—it all felt so distant now. Seeing the damage firsthand, the bruises, the gashes, the sheer exhaustion weighing down Michael's usually proud and unyielding posture ... it was sobering.

Adam's fingers started tracing the edges of a particularly deep gash, his brow furrowed with concern. Michael shivered slightly under his touch, his skin still raw and aching. Adam's hands were gentle, cautious, his eyes wide with worry. Though the wounds were slowly healing thanks to Heaven's natural properties, Michael had still suffered a great deal of damage in the fight.

"I took those hits." Michael murmured, his voice quieter now, tinged with something raw and heavy. "For you."

Adam's hand froze mid-motion.

"They were going to take you, Adam. Or worse." Michael's jaw clenched, his usual sharp features marred with exhaustion. "I wasn't just fighting them off. I was protecting you."

Adam swallowed hard. His mind raced, replaying everything—his visit with Cain and Hannah, the laughter, the warmth, the normalcy he had tried to bring to Hell. And all the while, this had been happening outside. A battle. Michael fighting tooth and nail against the very beings Adam still wanted to believe in.

"Michael ..." Adam hesitated. His fingers curled slightly against the skin near one of the wounds. "I—"

Michael huffed out a breath and shook his head. "Don't say it. Not yet." He leaned back slightly, wincing as he adjusted his posture. "Just ... tell me you get it now."

Adam lowered his hand, his fingers clenching into a fist at his side. His throat was dry, his thoughts a tangled mess. He wanted to argue, to say that there was still a chance, that someone had to be willing to try. That he knew Beelzebub, and she wouldn't—

But he hesitated.

Because Michael had bruises to prove otherwise.

Finally, Adam exhaled, his shoulders sagging as the weight of everything settled onto him. He looked up at Michael, really looked at him, and nodded. Just once.

"I get it."

Michael watched him for a long moment, his own exhaustion threatening to pull him under. He wasn't sure if Adam truly meant it, or if he was just saying what needed to be said to move the conversation forward. But he knew Adam well enough to know that his heart will always want to believe in people, even if the rest of the world knows better.

And that is what he loves most about Adam.

A heart that refuses to harden. A heart that, despite everything, still looks for the best in others, still believes in second chances, still trusts and hopes and wants the best for others. It's why so many are drawn to him, why they can't help but feel better just being around him. He saw them, the good, the bad, and he didn't judge. He didn't make assumptions. He believed in their potential, and it's so infectious, so addictive.

But sometimes, Michael thought, watching the conflict in Adam's eyes, his heart was too soft.

Adam's lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers twitching as if itching to argue, but he stopped himself. He didn't want to test Michael's patience any further, not after everything. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the desk—or what was left of it—his mind heavy with thoughts he wasn't sure how to put into words.

Michael watched him carefully, his usual sharp gaze softening just a fraction. He hated seeing Adam like this—torn between his nature and the reality forced upon him. But Michael also knew that protecting Adam meant protecting that very part of him, even if it meant making the hard choices for him.

Staring into Adam's golden eyes, his usual bright and curious expression so heavy with doubt, Michael couldn't help but reach out, gently taking Adam's hand in his. Adam blinked, his head snapping up, his eyes meeting Michael's.

"It's not your fault." Michael murmured, his thumb tracing the edge of Adam's knuckles.

Adam swallowed, his eyes dropping to their joined hands. He felt the weight of his guilt heavy on his shoulders, a burden he didn't quite know how to carry. He thought about Beelzebub of the past and the Beelzebub he saw before.

Was he wrong to have hoped for a change?

Was redemption truly impossible?

Seeing Adam's inner turmoil, Michael sighed and leaned forward. He rested his forehead against Adam's, their faces close enough that he could feel Adam's soft exhale, could see every fleck of gold in his eyes, could trace the slight crease between his brows. And with the slightest movement and the gentleness of a feather, Michael brushed his lips against Adam's, a soft reassurance.

Whether that assurance was for Adam or himself, Michael did not know. He just knew that no matter how much pain he had to endure, the very thought of losing Adam was unbearable.

The battle, the wounds, the sheer exhaustion clinging to his bones—it all paled in comparison to the thought of what would have happened if he had failed. If they had taken Adam. If he had been just a little too slow, a little too weak. If the Sins had sunk their claws into him, if they had broken him, if they had—

Michael clenched his fists, breathing through his nose to steady himself. His lips still hovered close to Adam's, their shared breath mingling in the tense silence. Adam had gone completely still, his golden eyes wide, pupils blown.

And then Adam leaned in.

Michael had only intended it as a comforting gesture, a small, brief thing to calm Adam's nerves. But now, feeling the gentle press of Adam's lips against his, the way Adam's hand shifted ever so slightly so their fingers intertwined, the soft exhale as their breaths mixed, Michael found himself losing himself in the moment.

In the past, Malenia would have been shouting, begging to transform, to turn and take Adam for herself, but at the moment, Michael could barely hear her. In fact, she was unusually quiet, though the sensation of her presence was still there, still lingering. As if saying she was letting him have this moment.

Adam's tongue darted out, just a brief flick, and Michael couldn't help but open his mouth to welcome it. Their tongues intertwined, moving against each other in a way that was more than familiar, a dance they had both memorized long ago. Adam tasted like sunlight, a brightness that was almost overwhelming, and Michael found himself drowning in it. Drowning in Adam, in his scent, his warmth, the softness of his lips, the taste of his tongue.

Adam's hands travelled over Michael's slender frame, carefully avoiding his wounds but not without hesitation. From his chest to his neck, his thumbs gently brushing over the sharp angles of Michael's cheekbones. Adam tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his body moving on instinct.

He had always been intimate with Malenia, but with Michael ... it was different. There was something new, something deeper, something he didn't have a name for.

"Adam ..." Michael breathed, his voice low and husky, a hint of need just beneath the surface.

The sound of his name rolling off Michael's tongue, the way his lips lingered, the heat pooling in his blue eyes ... Adam found himself moving closer, wanting more, needing more. He carries Michael over to another desk and gently sets him down on it.

Adam pulled back for a moment, his golden eyes meeting Michael's. "Michael ..." he began, his voice softer than he had intended.

Michael blinked, his mind still hazy from the sudden burst of passion, but his lips quirked up into the smallest hint of a smirk. "You want to stop?"

Adam shook his head, his eyes never leaving Michael's. "No."

Adam tongue trailed down the curve of Michael's neck, eliciting a low groan. His teeth nipped, teasing the sensitive flesh before moving lower. His tongue moved over every wound, every scar, the saliva easing the ache of the wounds and leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake. Golden ichor coated Adam's lips and his fingers traced the edges of a particularly large gash on Michael's torso.

"Does this hurt?" Adam asked softly, his lips still hovering over the wound.

Michael huffed out a breath. "It's nothing."

Adam shook his head. "Tell me the truth."

"A ... little."

Adam's tongue darted out and flicked the edge of the wound. Michael hissed in a sharp breath, his back arching ever so slightly, but didn't move away. Adam continued his gentle assault, his tongue moving slowly over the tender flesh. With each stroke, the ache seemed to lessen, the sting replaced by a warmth that spread throughout Michael's entire body.

Adam's tongue travelled lower, moving over his stomach, dipping into his bellybutton, before finally stopping at the waistband of his pants.

Michael swallowed, his eyes hooded, his breathing heavy. He couldn't help the way his body reacted, the way his hips instinctively rocked forward, seeking friction. The warmth of Adam's tongue, the gentle press of his fingers, the way his breath tickled Michael's skin, it was all so much, and yet, not enough.

Adam's fingers traced the edges of Michael's pants, teasing the sensitive skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man. Michael's fingers dug into the desk, his toes curling in anticipation, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Adam murmured, his lips barely an inch away from Michael's cock.

Michael's eyes snapped open, his blue eyes clouded with desire, his body aching for release. "Yes."

With a slight tug, Michael's pants slipped down to his ankles. Adam's fingers traced the outline of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin, the heat pooling in his stomach, the tension coiling in his core.

"Fuck." Michael groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Adam's lips ghosted over his tip.

Michael's breathing was ragged, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the desk. He had always watched as Adam and Malenia had sex but to actually experience it for himself was an entirely different story. It was like he was seeing everything in a new light, everything felt sharper, clearer, more intense.

Adam's lips closed around the head of Michael's cock, and the Seraphim couldn't help the way his hips jutted forward. The heat of Adam's mouth was almost unbearable, and yet, it was like he couldn't get enough. He needed more, needed the way Adam's tongue moved over his length, the way his fingers danced over his thighs, the way his lips closed around his cock, the way his cheeks hollowed out, the way his throat worked around his shaft, the way his nose nuzzled against the skin near his hips.

Michael's hands found their way to Adam's hair, tangling his fingers in the golden locks, his hips moving on their own. He had tried so hard to remain composed, to maintain control, but in the end, his resolve had crumbled, his lust taking over.

And Adam, for his part, welcomed it.

Maybe as way to make up for what Michael had to endure. Or maybe it was just because he wanted to show his gratitude, his affection, his need.

Or maybe, it was just because he liked seeing Michael like this.

Michael's breath hitched, the heat building inside him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, his hips thrusting forward, his grip tightening. He was so close, the pressure almost unbearable, the pleasure washing over him in waves, and yet, he didn't want it to end.

Adam's throat constricted around his cock, his cheeks hollowed out, his tongue flicking across the sensitive head, his fingers digging into the skin of his thighs, his hair tangled between Michael's fingers. And all the while, his golden eyes looked up, staring into Michael's.

"Adam ..." Michael groaned, his body shaking, the pressure building, his vision blurring, his breath hitching, his fingers pulling.

Adam's hands moved to Michael's butt, cupping the firm globes, and to the surprise of Michael, Adam lifted him and started bobbing his head with the added momentum, deep-throating Michael.

Michael let out a loud moan, his head thrown back, his body tensing, the pleasure washing over him, his body shaking, his fingers digging into the desk, his hips thrusting forward, the pressure building, the tension coiling.

"F-fuck ..." Michael moaned, his voice breathy, his eyes half-lidded, his body trembling, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

Adam was going to bring pleasure to Michael like no one ever had. His fingers started prodding at Michael's tight ring of muscle, gently teasing the entrance before pressing into the puckered hole.

Michael let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking forward, his grip tightening, his back arching. "Adam ..."

Adam's fingers moved slowly, gently stretching the entrance, his tongue still working its magic on the Seraphim's cock. The combination of pleasure and the slight sting of the intrusion was unlike anything Michael had ever experienced. Adam was pressing all the right buttons, drawing him closer and closer to the edge.

"F-fuck! I'm g-gonna—!"

Adam's fingers pressed deep inside him, brushing against his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, his toes curling, his breath hitching, his heart pounding.

With the loudest moan Adam had ever heard, Michael came, his release shooting down Adam's throat, his body trembling, his hips jerking. The orgasm ripped through him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It was the most intense, the most satisfying, the most incredible orgasm of his life.

Michael collapsed back onto the desk, his body quivering, his breath heavy, his limbs feeling like lead. He had never felt so satisfied, so relaxed, so utterly spent.

And Adam, for his part, just looked up at him, a slight grin on his face, his tongue flicking out to lap up the cum that had spilled over.

"Well, that was—"

Before Michael could even finish his sentence, Adam had suddenly flipped him on to his stomach and was positioning himself at his entrance.

"Whoa! Hold on! Don't I get a minute to recover?!" Michael exclaimed, his heart pounding.

"Nope."

With that, Adam's tongue darted out, probing the tight ring of muscle, his fingers gripping Michael's butt, his breath hot against his skin. Michael couldn't help the way his body responded, the way his hips jutted, his heart pounding. He tries to crawl away, but Adam's grip is too strong, his tongue too skilled, his body too close and his attempt at escape was half-hearted at best.

"Fuck." Michael groaned as Adam's tongue pressed into his entrance.

Adam's tongue moved slowly, stretching the tight ring, his fingers gripping the soft globes of Michael's ass. Michael's toes curled, his fingers gripping the desk, his body shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Adam went at him like a starving man, his tongue and lips working in tandem, drawing the sweetest sounds from the Seraphim's lips.

"F-fuck!" Michael moaned, his voice high-pitched, his body quivering, his eyes fluttering shut, his heart racing, his hips bucking.

Adam's tongue pressed deep inside him, exploring every inch of the tight channel, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of his ass. Michael could feel another orgasm building, the tension coiling, the heat pooling in his core, his breath hitching, his hips thrusting, his mind going blank.

And then, Adam's tongue found that sweet spot, the one that sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through his entire body, the one that had him moaning like a bitch in heat, the one that had him begging for more, the one that made him lose control.

"F-fuck! Right there! A-ah—!"

And then, with one final, desperate cry, Michael came, his release spilling onto the floor, his body convulsing, his eyes rolling back, his lips forming a silent 'o'. The orgasm he had experienced earlier suddenly paled in comparison to this. It was as if a whole new level of pleasure had been unlocked, a pleasure unlike anything he had ever known.

He was the strongest among the Seraphim, the greatest warrior of the Heavenly Host, and yet, here he was, a panting, trembling mess, completely at Adam's mercy. It was embarrassing, humiliating, shameful ...

But he didn't care.

Experiencing second hand pleasure through Malenia was nothing compared to experiencing the real thing firsthand. It was indescribable. It was no wonder Eve wanted him back so badly. How even after centuries upon centuries, she had never forgotten him, had never stopped wanting him, needing him.

AND SHE'LL NEVER HAVE HIM!

Once more, Michael was suddenly flipped onto his back and now, Adam was staring down at him with a smirk on his face, his erection pressing against his own dick. Seeing it so close to each other, he couldn't believe how big he was in comparison.

"W-wait!" Michael exclaimed, his face flushed, his heart pounding.

But Adam wasn't one to wait. Leaning forward, he captures Michael's lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues intertwining, their bodies pressing together, their need for each other growing with each passing moment. Adam's hands played and twisted at Michael's nipples, pinching them and drawing a series of breathy moans from the Seraphim.

"What do you want, Michael?" Adam asked, his voice low, husky.

Michael bit his lip, his eyes meeting Adam's, the heat in his gaze enough to melt ice. "... You."

"Then let me hear you say it."

"I-I want you, Adam."

"How badly do you want me?"

"B-Breed me. Fuck me. Fill me. Claim me. Make me yours."

And that was all Adam needed to hear.

He pushed Michael's legs apart, exposing his pink puckered hole still covered in saliva from his earlier attack. Taking his own cock, he started to rub it against Michael's entrance, teasing the Seraphim and drawing the sweetest whines and moans from him.

"A-ah! F-fuck me already!" Michael demanded, his voice high-pitched, his breath heavy, his chest heaving, his eyes half-lidded. "Breed my ass! Make me pregnant! Fuck!"

Michael's words were enough to drive Adam wild. Without wasting any time, he rams his dick straight into Michael's hole, the tight ring of muscle clenching around his shaft. Michael's back arched, his body immediately sits up, his hands finding their ways around Adam's shoulders. He holds him close, his nails digging into the skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"F-fuck! So b-big!"

Adam doesn't wait for Michael to adjust. He begins thrusting his hips, his dick driving deeper and deeper into the Seraphim's ass. Michael's walls clenched around his cock, his body trembling, his breathing ragged. With each thrust, Michael's moans grew louder, his grip tightened, his hips rocked. It was as if his entire world had narrowed down to this moment, to the sensation of Adam's cock pounding into his ass, to the pleasure that was coursing through his veins.

Adam's movements were relentless, his pace brutal, his dick ramming into the bundle of nerves inside the Seraphim, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He was hesitant about taking Adam's entire length but now he wanted nothing more than to be filled.

"M-more!" Michael begged, his eyes glazed, his body quivering. "Harder!"

"O-oh shit." Adam groaned, his grip tightening, his cock throbbing.

With each thrust, Michael could feel the tension coiling, the pleasure building, his orgasm approaching. His own dick flopping with the rough penetration. The sensation of Adam's dick ramming into his prostate was divine, the pleasure washing over him in waves, his body quivering, his heart racing, his toes curling.

"I-I'm g-gonna—!" Michael choked out, his voice strained, his breathing labored, his body trembling.

With one final, desperate cry, Michael came, his release coating both their chests, his body shuddering, his back arching, his fingers digging into the skin.

"C-cum in m-me!" Michael pleaded, his eyes wide, his body trembling.

Adam continued thrusting into the Seraphim, his hips slamming against Michael's, his dick throbbing. He was so close, his release building, his grip tightening.

"A-Adam!"

"Fuck." Adam groaned, his dick twitching.

"I-inside! C-cum inside m-me!"

And with that, Adam came, his release flooding the Seraphim's ass, his hips bucking, his dick throbbing. He buried his cock deep inside the Seraphim's hole, his load filling the tight channel, his balls slapping against Michael's ass. It was like a dam had been broken, the pleasure washing over him in waves, his body shaking, his fingers digging into the skin.

He stayed inside the Seraphim until the last drop of his seed was drained, Michael ass massaging and milking him of everything he had. Finally, with a soft groan, Adam pulled out, his dick slipping from the tight ring of muscle, a trail of his seed spilling from the hole.

Michael collapses back onto the desk, his breath heavy, his body trembling, his vision blurring. He was exhausted, his mind hazy, his body aching. But he couldn't help the slight grin that formed on his lips, the warmth in his stomach from Adam's seed.

"Fuck Mikey." Adam says with bated breath. "I wasn't expecting this."

Michael only smirks before lazily rolling over to Adam's dick.

"Mikey?"

"Just cleaning you up." He replies as he begins to lick and suck the excess cum off Adam's dick.

The Seraphim's lips curl upwards as he feels the tip of his cock slide past them, and soon, the taste of his seed washes over his tongue. Michael closes his eyes, savoring the flavor, his tongue flicking across the head, his teeth grazing the skin. He shouldn't be all that surprised when Adam's dick slowly swells inside his mouth, the flesh hardening and becoming more sensitive.

"O-oh fuck." Adam moans, his hips bucking, his hands grabbing hold of the back of Michael's head.

Michael takes his time, his tongue moving over the shaft, his lips closing around the head, his fingers digging into the skin. And as he works, the heat inside him begins to build once more, the desire burning within him.

"F-fuck Mikey." Adam grunts, his voice low, his fingers tangling in Michael's hair.

"Shhh." Michael coos.

As his lips move down the shaft, his fingers trail over Adam's thighs, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through the other man's body. Adam's eyes are half-lidded, his cheeks flushed, his breathing ragged. And Michael, for his part, just keeps going, his movements slow, deliberate, his lips ghosting over the head of his cock, his tongue flicking across the skin.

And finally, after what seems like an eternity, Adam lets out a strangled moan, his cock pulsing in the Seraphim's mouth, his seed spilling down his throat. The release is intense, overwhelming, and Michael finds himself swallowing every last drop. Even as Adam pulls out, Michael's hand quickly come up to pump his exiting shaft, forcing every bit of his release into his own mouth.

"Where ... where did you learn that?" Adam asks, his eyes wide.

Michael doesn't respond. Instead, he merely smirks, his tongue darting out to clean up the cum that had managed to escape his mouth. Satisfied, he turns his gaze back to the other man before laying down next to him. The desk was hard and nowhere near comfortable, but at this point, neither of them seemed to care.

Slinging his arm over Adam, Michael snuggles closer, a contented smile on his lips.

It was hard to believe that he had once only seen Adam as nothing more than a human made to fulfill their project needs, a mere tool that served their ends. Over the years, Adam had become so much more. He was intelligent, strong-willed, passionate, kind-hearted, and the best damn brewer he had ever known.

But above all, his soul was beautiful.

A soul that shone brighter than any star with a brilliance Michael had never seen in another. It was raw, untamed, and stubborn in ways that both frustrated and fascinated him. Adam had stumbled, fallen, and suffered, but he had never lost the fire within him. Even in his weakest moments, even in the depths of his pain, Adam remained Adam—unyielding, determined, and painfully human.

Michael's fingers traced gentle patterns against Adam's arm, his touch hesitant, almost reverent. He had fought against this feeling for so long, denied it, buried it beneath duty, pride and friendship, but here in the quiet, with Adam's warmth against him, he could no longer lie to himself.

He loved him.

Not in the way of warriors who stood side by side, nor in the way of brothers who fought and bled together. No, this love was something deeper, something that ached in his bones and set fire to his chest. It was the kind of love that made him wish for things he could never have.

A life in Eden.

A home with Adam, where laughter filled the air and children clung to his robes. A place where Adam looked at him not as a friend, not as a fellow drinking buddy, but as his.

His love. His partner.

Michael let out a soft breath, pressing his forehead against Adam's shoulder. "If things had been different ..." he whispered, the words barely audible, yet heavy with all the regrets and what-ifs that weighed on his heart.

Adam had lived, suffered, endured, and Michael had only ever been there as an observer, too late to change the course of their fate. He had never stepped forward, never reached out, never chosen Adam when it mattered most.

He wasn't Lilith, his first love.

He wasn't Eve, the mother of his children.

He wasn't Aclima, his most trusted.

He wasn't even Malenia.

He was Michael, his best friend. A position that Lucifer gave up and he gladly accepted just to spite his younger brother originally.

But now, a small, selfish part of him yearned to have a different relationship, a different future with him. To wake up each morning, curled around his warmth, his scent surrounding him. To see his eyes light up as they talk and laugh and share a homecooked meal.

But things weren't different.

Michael swallowed hard, his throat tightening as the weight of his longing settled deep in his chest. He had spent his entire existence believing he was above such feelings, that angels were not meant for love like this—not for the kind that burned and ached and reshaped a soul from the inside out. What happened between Lucifer and Lilith was evidence enough to what that sort of love would lead to.

And yet, here he was, with Adam asleep in his arms, caught in the cruel and beautiful torment of wanting something he knows he shouldn't have.

Adam shifted slightly, sighing in his sleep, his face pressing unconsciously into Michael's chest. A pang shot through Michael's heart at the simple, trusting gesture. He had seen Adam in every state—angry, grieving, laughing, victorious, broken—and yet, there was something so unbearably fragile about him in this moment.

Michael let out a slow breath, his hand brushing against Adam's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. He wanted to memorize the way it felt, to capture this moment and lock it away where no one—not even time—could take it from him.

Would it have been so wrong to ask for this? To have a place in Adam's heart beyond friendship and loyalty? To be the one Adam turned to in the dead of night, seeking warmth, seeking love?

He had never been the kind to beg. He had never been the kind to plead. But for this—for Adam—he might have, if it had made a difference.

But it wouldn't.

Adam had already given his heart away, piece by piece, to those who had come before him. Lilith, Eve, Aclima, Malenia ... their names sat on Michael's tongue like a prayer unanswered, a reminder of all the ways he had been too late. He had watched from the sidelines as Adam loved and lost, his hands always just a little too hesitant, his words always caught behind clenched teeth.

Michael closed his eyes, forcing himself to accept the reality he had long avoided. He could love Adam with everything he had, but it would never be enough to change fate. The past could not be rewritten. The future could not be stolen.

All he had was this.

This fleeting moment in the quiet, where he could pretend—just for tonight—that Adam was his. That in some distant, impossible world, he had chosen differently. That Adam had turned to him first. That his name was the one spoken with tenderness, the one carried in whispers late into the night.

His hand curled slightly against Adam's back, holding him just a fraction closer, as if that would be enough to make the ache subside.

Michael let out a small, bitter laugh. He had spent eons training, fighting battles, protecting Heaven from those who would threaten it. He had faced down enemies, demons, and Lucifer himself, but this—this was the one fight he couldn't win.

"Sleep well, Adam." he murmured, his voice barely above a breath. "Even if I never get to have you ... I'll always protect you."

Because if he couldn't be Adam's love, then at the very least—he would be his shield.

And perhaps, in another lifetime—another existence where angels could love freely, where duty did not stand between them—Michael would have reached for him. He would have grasped Adam's hand without hesitation, pulled him into the embrace of something real, something tangible. He would have fought for him, not just as a warrior, not just as a friend, but as a man who had given his heart away without realizing it until it was too late.

But in this life, Michael could only watch, only guard, only be the silent protector standing just out of reach. It was an ache he would carry alone, a longing he would never voice, a love that would remain buried beneath a thousand battles and a thousand years.

Adam shifted again, his breath slow, steady, warm against Michael's chest. And for just a moment, Michael allowed himself the smallest of mercies. He closed his eyes, exhaling softly as he pressed a lingering, reverent kiss to Adam's hair.

Then, with the tenderness of an angel who knew he could never stay, Michael let his arms loosen, his fingers slip away, and the moment fade into the quiet of the night.

Because no matter how much he longed for it, Adam was never his to hold.

...

He needs a drink.

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Chapter 101: A Quacktastrophe

Summary:

Where were the Hell Trio while Michael and the Sins were duking it out?

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Chapter Text

Ever since the Exorcists infiltrated his castle, burned his duck collection and stole his coveted "Adam" duck, Lucifer decided to store them deep underneath the castle. Thus, the Great Duck Vault was born.

Deep beneath his castle, Lucifer expanded his basement into a labyrinth of winding tunnels, booby-trapped corridors, and rooms filled with safeguard upon safeguards. No one—not even Lilith—was allowed inside without his explicit permission.

Each rubber duck, meticulously handcrafted and charmed with a unique, often ridiculous, ability, was stored on individual pedestals under protective glass domes. Some quacked in a perfect angelic choir, others exhaled puffs of harmless but colorful smoke, and a few were enchanted to waddle around autonomously, their tiny webbed feet making soft squeaking noises as they roamed their designated enclosures.

But of course, if no one was around to admire them, what was the point?

Lucifer frequently visited the Great Duck Vault, sometimes for security checks, but mostly to bask in the presence of his beloved collection. He would stroll through the vast underground halls, hands clasped behind his back, inspecting each duck with the care of a devoted curator.

He had favorites, of course. The "War-Quacker", a rubber duck clad in tiny obsidian armor, let out a fearsome battle cry when squeezed. The "Duck of Infinite Echoes" quacked once and its sound would bounce around for hours, much to Lilith's irritation when Lucifer accidentally brought it upstairs. Then there was "Quackthulhu" a hideous, many-tentacled abomination that was nevertheless extremely squishy and glowed an unsettling shade of green in the dark.

With so many ducks to admire, it was time to unveil all his efforts to those he loved the most. He pressured invited Lilith and Eve to join him on his latest tour of the Great Duck Vault. This would mark the first occasion that anyone had been inside the vault other than him, and Lucifer couldn't have been prouder.

"And this," Lucifer says as he clicks a button, presenting the next duck in the adjacent room "is The Quacken!"

The lights in the chamber dimmed as a section of the floor slowly opened, revealing a grand pedestal bathed in golden light. Atop it sat a rubber duck the size of a small boulder, its beady black eyes gleaming with an unnatural intelligence. Unlike the others, this one had an aura of undeniable menace. Its surface shimmered like oil on water, and when Lucifer waved his hand, it let out a slow, deep, and oddly eldritch "quaaaaaaack" that reverberated through the chamber.

Eve stared at it, unimpressed. "Lucifer, that's just a big duck."

Lilith crossed her arms, looking equally unamused. "It's ridiculous."

Lucifer gasped, scandalized. "Ridiculous?! Ladies, please. The Quacken is an engineering marvel! It is near indestructible! It absorbs sound waves and releases them at unpredictable intervals! It can—"

The duck quacked again, but this time, the sound was distorted and dragged out like an ancient beast waking from slumber. The walls of the vault trembled slightly.

Eve raised an eyebrow. "... explode?"

Lucifer waved a hand dismissively. "Only under extreme conditions. But moving on!" He clicked a button, and the next duck rotated in.

"And here we have the Ducktor of Hell!" He gestured grandly at a rubber duck wearing a tiny, bloodstained lab coat and an oversized pair of glasses. It held an absurdly tiny clipboard in one wing. "It gives unsolicited medical diagnoses!"

Lilith leaned closer to read out loud the note beneath the display:

"Side effects of consultation may include existential dread, unsolicited health anxiety, and inexplicable hunger for bread."

Eve, growing weary of the entire ordeal, rubbed her temples. "Lucifer, we've been down here for six hours. Six. Hours."

Lucifer scoffed. "Time well spent! You should be honored to witness my life's work."

Lilith groaned. "Your life's work is an underground shrine to ducks."

Lucifer ignored her. "Next up!" He clapped his hands, and the room shifted again, revealing a duck wearing a tiny cape and an oversized, glittering crown. Its display plaque read The Dread Duck Overlord.

Lilith and Eve both tensed as the duck's eyes gleamed ominously.

"This one," Lucifer said, with far too much glee, "has the ability to whisper secrets into the minds of those who squeeze it."

Lilith narrowed her eyes. "What kind of secrets?"

Lucifer grinned. "Would you like to find out?"

Before either woman could stop him, he reached out and gave the Overlord a firm squeeze.

The room fell silent.

Then, in a low, rasping voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, the duck spoke:

"All bread is merely a failed cake."

Lilith twitched. Eve looked mildly disturbed.

Lucifer, meanwhile, nodded sagely. "Profound."

Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose. "Lucifer. I hate this."

"You love this." Lucifer corrected. "You just don't know it yet."

Eve glanced at the vault entrance. "Can we please go? I don't think I can take another duck."

Lucifer huffed. "Fine. But before we leave, I have saved the grandest duck for last."

Lilith groaned. "I swear—"

But Lucifer was already pressing a final button. The ground rumbled as an entire section of the vault shifted, revealing an enormous glass case. Inside was a single, unassuming yellow rubber duck.

Lilith stared. Eve stared.

"... That's just a normal duck." Lilith said flatly.

Lucifer's eyes gleamed with unholy reverence. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my beloved duckie."

A pause.

Lilith exhaled. "Fine. I'll bite. What does it do?"

Lucifer stepped forward, hands behind his back, a proud smirk on his lips. "This, my dear, is the Original Rubber Duck."

Eve frowned. "Original? As in ...?"

Lucifer turned to them both, his face solemn. "The very first rubber duck to ever exist. The prototype. The ancestor of all rubber ducks. Without this duck, the concept of rubber duckery would have never been born."

Lilith and Eve shared a look.

"It doesn't even have any magic, does it?" Eve asked.

Lucifer hesitated. "... It squeaks."

Another beat of silence.

Lilith turned on her heel and marched toward the exit. "I'm leaving."

Lucifer caught Lilith's flat stare just before she turned but brushed it off. Sure, she looked annoyed, but she always did. He refused to let anyone's lack of taste spoil his greatest passion.

Eve followed. "Six hours, Lucifer. Six!"

Lucifer watched them go, arms crossed. "You're both uncultured." he muttered as he followed behind.

As they made their way up the stairs, Lilith suddenly had a thought. She stopped mid-step and turned to Lucifer, narrowing her eyes. "Are we forgetting something?"

Lucifer blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Forgetting something? Doubtful." He placed a hand over his chest with dramatic flair. "And besides, what could possibly be more important than the grand tour of the Great Duck Vault?"

Lilith stared at him, unimpressed. Eve pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Lucifer." Lilith said slowly, voice flat with restrained irritation. "The quarterly meeting."

"Oh ... right." Lucifer blinked. Then blinked again. "Well, I'll send someone and tell them it has been postponed."

Lilith's eye twitched.

"You are the someone, you idiot."

Eve crossed her arms. "And you made it mandatory. We spent six hours with your ducks. You didn't even remember the meeting."

Lucifer sniffed indignantly. "Because I trusted you two to remind me."

Lilith raised a hand. "Don't even try that."

"I expected more from my partners." Lucifer tried anyway. "What kind of partner doesn't gently remind her beloved—"

"I'm ADAM'S partner!" Eve loudly declares.

"I reminded you last week." Lilith said through gritted teeth. "And yesterday. And this morning."

"The important thing is," Lucifer said, raising a finger as if delivering some great wisdom, "we're only late if the meeting even happens. But if we were to postpone the meeting ... then we were never late at all." Lucifer finished with a self-satisfied smirk, tapping his temple like he'd just solved all of Hell's logistics.

Lilith stared at him, the vein in her forehead pulsing. Eve, meanwhile, looked like she was seriously reconsidering every decision she had made that led her to this moment.

"And you wonder why Satan doesn't respect you." Lilith grumbled, whirling back toward the stairs.

"No! He does respect me!" Lucifer shouted after her, jogging to catch up. "He is like ... what do they call it these days ... a 'Tsundere'!"

"I'm not dealing with whatever this is today." Eve grumbled, accelerating her pace up the stairs. "Today is the day Adam finally hears my desperate screams and comes down to whisk me away from this Hell-duck nightmare."

"And I think I'll join you." Lilith finished, her voice dry as dust.

 


 

"Is it me or does there seem to be more destruction then usual?" Lilith asked out loud, eyeing the smoke curling up from the distant horizon as they emerged from the vault's hidden stairwell into the upper floors of Lucifer's castle.

"Who cares, not like anything in this dump ever lasts." Eve replied, brushing dust from her robe as she stepped into the corridor. "Probably just some stupid turf war."

While it was entirely reasonable to think so, Lilith didn't fully buy it. Turf wars didn't usually result in that much smoke or that many craters, especially considering that it was at the outskirts where there wasn't much there to begin with. It almost looked like someone had dropped a meteor—or several.

"I think we should investigate—" Lilith turns to the First Mother, or at least, where she should have been, only to find the corridor suddenly empty.

Lilith blinked. "... Eve?"

"ADAM!" Eve screams from the rooftop. "SAVE ME! DELIVER ME FROM THIS HELL HOLE AND INTO YOUR ARMS!"

Lilith flinched as the distant, lovesick wail echoed through the halls like a banshee possessed.

"Of course." Lilith groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose again as she trudged forward.

Perhaps Eve was right. Maybe it really was just a turf war that got a little more out of hand than usual and she was just overthinking it.

Lilith pushed open the ornate doors leading to the rooftop, bracing herself for the chaos. Sure enough, there was Eve—perched dramatically on the ledge like a deranged gargoyle, arms flung wide as her hair whipped in the wind.

"ADAM!" Eve wailed again, voice cracking with a mixture of desperation and romantic delusion. "I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! YOUR BEAUTIFUL, FERTILE WIFE CALLS FOR YOU! STOP FUCKING TEASING ME!"

While Eve's screams do somewhat grate on her nerves, she does enjoy the sight of the First Mother standing in such impassioned lunacy.

... And what a sight it was.

Lilith paused, the irritation fading from her features just enough to let something else bleed through—longing, bitter and low. She leaned against the doorway, arms folded across her chest as her eyes raked up and down the maddened silhouette of the woman on the spire.

Eve.

Her beauty wasn't some delicate, wispy thing made for pedestal worship—it was primal, unapologetic, and breathtaking in its ferocity.

Her eyes, though wide with wild devotion, shimmered with a depth that could drown armies—oceans of love, wrath, and obsession coiled behind each lash. Her skin, kissed by the memory of Eden's sun, seemed untouched by Hell's rot, glowing with that maddening softness Lilith could never forget.

Even half-deranged and screaming Adam's name like some lovesick banshee … Eve was radiant. Commanding. Divine.

Lilith's lips twitched into something halfway between a smirk and a wince.

Fuck, she wanted her.

She always wanted her.

But Eve wasn't for her. Not really. Maybe never.

So many times she had tested the waters, so many times she had leaned in close, only to be reminded that Eve's heart beat to the rhythm of Adam's name and Adam's alone.

And she couldn't blame her.

Just as much as she wanted Eve, she wanted Adam too—wanted them both, in equal measure and in wildly different ways.

Eve, like wildfire—consuming, untamable, vibrant. Adam, like the first rain on scorched earth—soothing, grounding, impossibly rare.

Lilith had once believed and still continue to hold on to that belief that with time, she and Lucifer could carve out their own space in Eve's heart but the truth, gnawing and unrelenting, was that Eve's heart was already full. Overflowing. With a name she screamed to the heavens and Hell alike.

"ADAM!" Eve howled again, her voice cracking like thunder across the rooftops.

And until Adam came for her, Eve's heart was untouchable—suspended in a state of breathless, furious yearning.

She knows that this effort will lead to nowhere. That Adam clearly wasn't going to hear them. They have done this same song and dance routine for centuries and probably for many more centuries to come.

But it felt good to scream—and even better to scream with her.

Lilith sighed, stepping out onto the rooftop fully now and coming up beside Eve. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she looks up to Heaven.

"I MISS YOU ADAM!" Lilith shouted, her voice ringing out beside Eve's like a second verse in a very deranged symphony.

 


 

While the two were off making their voices known to Heaven, Lucifer mulled over Lilith's earlier words about how Satan didn't respect him, pacing slowly down the hallway, hands clasped behind his back. Respect? Of course Satan respected him! He had to! Lucifer was the King of Hell, the magnificent architect of the Great Duck Vault—

He paused, mid-step, frowning deeply.

Lucifer hesitated in the empty corridor, brows knitting as he mulled over Lilith's biting words. His pride burned, but there was something unsettlingly sharp in her criticism. Satan never hesitated to mock him openly—frequently, and loudly. At meetings and even in public. He always assumed it was Satan being Satan.

But maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, an uncomfortable notion taking root. Did Satan truly lack respect for him? What about the other Sins?

Impossible.

And yet ...

With a sudden burst of clarity, Lucifer snapped his fingers, his face breaking into a confident grin. He knew exactly how to settle this matter once and for all. The answer was simple:

He would visit them. Each of them. Individually. In their own rings.

Yes, that was perfect.

Not only would it remind them all of his magnificent leadership, but it would also re-establish his dominance in an unforgettable, personal way. Especially with Satan. Lilith was wrong—his unruly Sin of Wrath was simply misunderstood, not disrespectful. All Satan needed was a reminder of Lucifer's grace, wit, and undeniable authority. Once Lucifer personally visited him, Satan would surely acknowledge him openly as the magnificent, inspirational leader he undoubtedly was.

He straightened his jacket, flicked an imaginary speck of dust off his shoulder, and strode down the hallway toward the castle gates with renewed vigor. Lucifer's footsteps echoed confidently through the empty corridor, bolstered by his brilliant idea.

"Lilith!" he called loudly, turning his head. "Eve! We're going on a road trip!"

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The Wrath Ring

Chapter 102: Drive-Thru Hostility

Summary:

The Hell Trio visit the Sins

Eve reflects

Notes:

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"Will you fucking hold still!?" Belphegor snapped, glaring daggers at Leviathan as she worked at pouring some medicine she had concocted into her numerous, oozing wounds. "It's bad enough patching up your scaly hide without you squirming like a worm on a hook."

Leviathan hissed in pain, twisting irritably on the makeshift infirmary bed. "That stings! You're supposed to be healing me, not torturing me!"

"You're lucky I'm doing anything at all." Belphegor retorted, unsympathetically. She slapped away another one of Leviathan's clawed hands as she reflexively reached to cover a particularly raw wound. "Touch it again, and I'll cauterize it instead."

"Oi mate! How bout some love here eh!?" Mammon called from the opposite corner, his accent thickening with pain and frustration. "I've been bleedin' like a stuck pig over here, and you're fussin' over Lizzie's little scratches?"

"Shut it, Mammon. You'll live." Belphegor shot Mammon a scathing look over her shoulder. "I swear, fucking babies, the lot of you."

Though she wasn't all that banged up from their fight with Michael, she found herself wishing she'd gotten knocked unconscious, just so she could avoid dealing with the endless whining.

"Bel," Beelzebub groaned pitifully. "my hands!"

Belphegor sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. "Yes, Bee, I know. Your hands. They're next, promise."

Beelzebub, cradling her wounded hands carefully, whimpered softly. Blood still trickled slowly from the gaping holes left by Michael's sword. "It hurts really bad, though. Can't you hurry?"

"I could hurry," Belphegor snapped, glancing pointedly at Leviathan, "if someone wasn't making this harder than it needs to be."

Leviathan hissed again, but begrudgingly tried to remain still, sulking and baring her teeth silently at the ceiling.

Satan lounged on his ornate throne-like chair, a stormy expression darkening his features as he looked over his broken arm that Belphegor had set back into place moments earlier. Though he was silent, his eyes simmered with barely suppressed rage, sparks of crimson flaring faintly beneath his pupils. Every twitch and groan from his siblings seemed to fray the last strands of his patience.

"Well, this is definitely rock bottom for us right now." Asmodeus drawled, reclining dramatically on a tattered velvet chaise that had seen better centuries. "But on the bright side, we can only go up from here right?"

Just as Asmodeus finished speaking, a deafening crash shook the entire castle—dust and shattered stone exploding outward as a long, obsidian limousine burst through the wall like a battering ram on demon steroids.

Mammon yelped, diving just in time to avoid being turned into a greasy pancake. "Bloody hell! Watch where you're drivin', you glorified hearse!"

 


 

It wasn't often that Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve would travel to the other Rings of Hell.

To them, leaving Pride was like stepping into a landfill—noisy, filthy, and full of creatures that didn't know their place. Pride was elegant ... well, a step up from the rest. It was a kingdom fit for royalty ... if the Sinners weren't constantly fucking it up. The other Rings though? Barbaric. Undignified. Reeking of desperation and failure.

Wrath, in particular, was a sore point.

Imps were the lowest of the low. Filthy, scrabbling vermin with delusions of relevance. To the Hell Trio, the Wrath Ring was a pit of rage-fueled rejects—ruled by Satan, a brute whose idea of leadership was brawling and blood sport. A kingdom of snarling dogs, snapping at each other for scraps.

Yet despite all that, Satan and the other Sins thinks themselves an equal.

It was almost cute—if it wasn't so blasphemously annoying. To Lucifer, Satan was a glorified pit boss with too much muscle and not nearly enough manners. The self-declared "Mastermind" strutted around like his Ring was some grand empire when it was anything but.

The only saving grace of Satan was that he was respectful and understood the hierarchy. While he may occasionally puff his chest and bluster with bravado, he never dared overstep the unspoken lines drawn by the true rulers of Hell. He might call himself a King, but when Lucifer entered a room, Satan bowed—grudgingly, stiffly, but he bowed all the same.

But now? Leaving a meeting before they had even arrived?

That was a clear sign of a problem.

In Hell, forgiveness isn't a virtue—it's a weakness. And to Lucifer, this was no simple slight. It was the beginning of a rebellion. He would be a fool to dismiss it. Rebellion, after all, never started with open war. It started with cracks—hairline fractures in loyalty, in obedience, in fear.

So what better way to flaunt their power, wealth and status by driving into Wrath with the most decked out limousine Hell had ever seen?

The limousine was practically the representation of all Seven Sins—an opulent, blasphemous beast of a vehicle that rumbled through Wrath like a sneering duke through a village of mud huts.

The body of the limo stretched obscenely long, longer than any vehicle needed to be, as if to mock the very concept of restraint. Its chassis was forged from obsidian glass and the finest steel, shimmering with shifting hues of red and gold. The wheels didn't turn so much as glide, hovering inches above the ground, leaving a scorched trail of embers in their wake—because tires were for peasants, and road contact was a concession Lucifer refused to make.

The only thing crude about the vehicle was the lack of a muffler and that was entirely by design. Even though they had only just arrived in Wrath, everyone could already hear them.

It didn't take long for the limousine to make its presence known—less a vehicle, more an announcement. It screamed luxury, power, and absolute contempt for everything around it. As it carved its path through the Wrath Ring, it scattered imps like bowling pins—some screeching, some flattened, and none worth slowing down for.

Eve was at the wheel, one leg curled under her as she leaned back in the driver's seat like she owned not just the limo, but the road, the Ring, and maybe the concept of motion itself. Her manic grin was framed by sunglasses so dark they practically absorbed light, and she chewed her gum with audible crackles that synced disturbingly well with the crushed bones under the tires.

"Oops." she said, utterly without remorse, as an imp went sailing over the windshield and smacked into a roadside spike with a wet crunch. "Was that one important?"

"Only to its mother." Lilith replied, lounging in the backseat with one heel propped against the champagne cooler. She didn't bother looking up from her handheld mirror as she reapplied her blood-red lipstick.

Screams of the imps screeched past like ambient music—shrill, ragged, and pitiful. To the Hell Trio, it was background noise. The kind of hellish symphony that made you feel powerful simply by ignoring it.

The limousine comes to a stop outside of Satan's castle gates. Leaning out the window, Lucifer presses the intercom and came the voice of the meek Yogirt.

"Lucifer! Sir! What brings you to the Wrath Ring today!?" Yogirt's voice cracked through the intercom, trembling with barely contained anxiety. The poor imp was clearly trying to sound respectful, but the audible gulp between each word gave away the sheer terror dripping down his spine.

Lucifer leaned closer, his voice dripping with syrupy venom. "Oh, nothing urgent, Yogirt. Just a social visit. Thought we'd drop in. Unannounced."

"Uhhh, yes, well, uhhh ... Lord Satan isn't currently receiving visitors." Yogirt stammered, voice going higher with every syllable, "He's, uh, indisposed! You know! Busy! Very busy! Terribly busy, in fact!"

Lucifer's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Is that so?"

There was a long pause on the line, filled only by the distant wails of scorched imps and the low, ominous hum of the limousine's idling engine.

"Would you like to leave a message?" Yogirt squeaked.

"No need." Lucifer said smoothly. He looks back at the imposing castle and cups his hands around his mouth.

"Oh Satan!" Lucifer's voice dripped with mock cheer. "I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as ruler of Hell by coming in anyway."

Returning back to his seat, Lucifer looked at the rearview mirror where Eve was eagerly waiting for confirmation.

"Floor it."

Eve didn't need to be told twice.

The limo roared as she slammed her foot onto the accelerator. The vehicle launched forward like a bullet blessed by every architect of excessive overcompensation. The castle gates, ornate and reinforced, exploded inward like soggy paper as the limousine carved its way into the fortress.

The limo didn't skid. It didn't halt. It just kept going, dragging the splinters of Satan's ruined entryway behind it like tattered wedding veils. The dust hadn't even settled before Eve slammed the brakes—not for necessity, but for drama. The car jerked to a halt dead center in the middle of Satan's throne room.

There was a long silence then, without ceremony or care, the La Cucaracha horn blared through the smoke and splinters.

Bah-da-da-da-da, DAH! Bah-da-da-da-da, DAH!

"You just had to open your fucking mouth." Satan growled through clenched teeth, the throne creaking beneath him as he rose.

The door of the limousine swung open with theatrical flair. Smoke poured out in thick, perfumed waves and out came Lucifer like a Broadway star arriving at the Hell's most hostile gala.

Lucifer's boot had barely touched the floor when Leviathan—all scales, teeth, and single-minded love-struck fervor—shoved him aside like an underdressed coat rack.

"Move!" she snapped, elbowing him in the ribs and stepping over Lilith with zero regard, planting one heel on her shoulder and using her like a stepping stone.

"Hey—!" Lilith protested, thoroughly trampled. "I am not a floor mat, you barnacle-brain!"

"Eve!" Leviathan cried, shoving her way toward the front of the limo like a demon possessed—which, in her case, was barely a metaphor.

Eve blinked at the rearview mirror, eyes widening slightly as she caught the approaching blur of Leviathan in the reflection.

Without hesitation, Eve threw the limo into park, popped the door, and rolled out of the driver's seat like she was escaping a live grenade. She slammed the door shut behind her, locking it just as Leviathan lunged.

There was a brief moment of dumbfounded silence inside the cab as Leviathan hit the locked door face-first with a heavy thud, her claws scraping futilely at the handle.

"NOOOO!" she howled, smearing condensation and desperation all over the window. "Eve! I got you pearls! AND A SCRAPBOOK OF OUR FUTURE WEDDING!"

Leviathan pounded on the window like a banshee in heat, her forked tongue briefly flicking against the glass as though tasting Eve's essence through sheer willpower. She rattled the door handle, growling, then slowly sank to her knees in the driver's seat, nose dragging across the upholstery like a hell-hound on the scent trail of her soulmate.

Leviathan buried her face deep into the leather seat, inhaling so hard it sounded like she was trying to vacuum Eve's soul through her nostrils.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, voice muffled against the upholstery. "the smell of lavender and honey. She was here. She sat here. Her thighs touched this seat. Her divine thighs. I am not worthy."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Belphegor muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose as she looked at the drooling, starry-eyed mess that was Leviathan. "Guess love really does rot the brain."

"Ahem!" Lucifer cleared his throat loudly. "Back to the matter at hand. Its good that all of you are here because I have a very important topic to discuss."

"Here we go." Satan continued, cracking his neck with a slow, deliberate motion. His injured arm twitched involuntarily as he leaned forward on his throne, eyes narrowing into slits. "Lemme guess. You're here to bitch about how we left your stupid little meeting?"

"Ah, so you know the crux of the problem then." Lucifer smiled thinly, his fangs glinting like a promise.

"You were fucking late!" Beelzebub snapped, her wounded hands now bandaged in gauze that was already soaking gold. "We waited five hours!"

"Counter-point. We weren't late—because nothing starts until we arrive."

The room went silent for a moment.

They were used to the Hell Trio being late but five hours was a new record.

Mammon threw up his arms from his corner, blood-soaked bandages trailing dramatically like streamers. "I ain't got hours to waste, mate! Time is money and I'm hemorrhaging both!"

"You're hemorrhaging brain cells." Belphegor muttered, deadpan.

"That's what you all get for all this in-fighting." Lucifer pointed out. "But fret not, your King is here to set things right."

The Six other Sins looked at each other and one thing was clear to all of them.

The Hell Trio didn't know that Adam and Michael were in Hell just hours ago.

They could tell them but that would invite more chaos than they were currently prepared to mop up. Better to let them think this was just a spat between Sins.

"Say what you have to say." Satan growled, folding his arms, the injured one twitching again beneath the tight bindings. "Then get the hell out of my throne room."

"Well, aren't you rude." Lucifer quipped.

"While we understand your frustrations—" Lilith began, straightening up and stepping forward, only to get a snort from Beelzebub.

"As if." Beelzebub scoffed.

"Fine. Fuck this." Lilith rolled her eyes and turned her back on Beelzebub, flicking her long blonde hair like a whip of scorn. "Listen up you lot! We are the King and Queen of Hell! So I don't care how long you were stewing in your own mediocrity before we pulled up—we are the meeting. Anything before is just edging for you ungrateful fucks!"

"You son of a—" 

 


 

While Lucifer and Lilith continued their grandstanding against the other Sins—Lucifer smug as ever, Lilith venomous and radiant—Eve was already halfway out of the room. Not in some theatrical storm-off or attention-grabbing exit. No, she simply ... drifted.

She passed the smoking ruins of the entrance, skirted around Leviathan still whimpering and licking the driver's seat like it owed her a date, and moved as if pulled by some invisible string—her mind miles away, her body floating behind.

Because Eve didn't care.

Not about meetings, not about the Sins, not about this petty dance of power between demons and devils. It was all noise—grating and irrelevant, like a buzzing fly in a locked room. Let them posture, scream, and bleed. Let them rant about missed meetings and fragile alliances. Eve had one singular concern.

ADAM!

She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to deal with politics or Lucifer's puffed-up pride or Lilith's venom-coated pageantry.

Her rib had practically screamed at her while she was trapped in that shitty duck vault. Throbbing with the instinctive knowledge that Adam was once more close by and yet, time and time again, he has always slipped through her fingers. This time, she had been overwhelmed by the sheer stupidity of Lucifer's collection that she had ignored the rib's call.

When she first entered this "relationship" with Lucifer and Lilith, she had thought their status and power would have been useful in getting Adam and preventing Heaven from taking him away. But lately, she has been questioning if she needed them or their fucking advice at all.

Seducing Michael ... WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE THINKING!?

What would her afterlife had been like if she had chosen to ignore Lucifer and Lilith and waited for Adam instead? Honestly, she couldn't do worse then this.

In fact, it was probably thanks to those two that her image as the "Loving and loyal wife" is now in the toilet.

Adam probably thought she'd thrown away everything, her dignity, and any trace of love for him in exchange for eyeliner, thrones, and luxurious nonsense. But she would give it all up just to go back to having that simple life in a cave with him back when they first left Eden.

She could still remember how uncomfortable she was the first time she laid on that jagged, cold stone. No silk, no perfume, no goose-feather mattress—just Adam's warmth at her back, his heartbeat a lullaby in the silence of the wild. Back then, the nights were long and the air bit at her skin, but she was never cold.

They didn't have fire yet. No tools. Nothing but their hands and each other.

Along with lots and lots of laughter.

They laughed like fools. She remembered how they argued over what to call the Moon, how he tried to catch a fish with his bare hands and fell face-first into the river. How she'd nearly broken a tooth on a rock she mistook for fruit. How they huddled for warmth under pelts, her breath mixing with his in the frost-touched air, their limbs tangled until dawn.

It was stupid. It was beautiful. It was theirs.

And now? She was driving limousines through castles. Wearing designer heels that hurt her feet. Sitting between two people that were the reason for her miserable life, going around enforcing laws for a kingdom she didn't give a damn about.

Her seat by Lucifer's side was cold.

Her bed was colder.

And worst of all ... she couldn't remember the last time she had laughed like that. The real kind of laugh—loud, ugly, free. The kind that made your sides ache and tears fall from your eyes.

She missed being human.

She missed being his.

...

Staying by Lucifer and Lilith side weren't doing her any favors. Maybe she should le—

Before she could finish her thought, the wall in front of her exploded outward. Dust blasted through the corridor as Asmodeus came tumbling through the rubble. His moan was one of confusion, pain, and bruised ego.

Eve blinked, frozen mid-thought, as the rubble settled around her.

From the hole in the wall, a sharp, hissing sound followed—a whip, crackling with unnatural violet light, snapping through the air. It lashed around Asmodeus's throat before he could even get to his knees.

"I'm especially disappointed in you Asmodeus." Lilith stepped through the dust, her heels clicking with a sound that somehow drowned out the chaos still echoing through the throne room. "YOU of all the others should know better."

Her whip tightened around Asmodeus's throat as she yanked him toward her like discarded trash. His feet scraped against the stone, his velvet clothes snagging on the jagged remains of the broken wall.

"Wait! I can expl—" Asmodeus choked, fingers clawing at the glowing whip as it constricted around his throat. His usually immaculate curls were dusted with debris, his glimmering jewelry clinking weakly as he was dragged closer to Lilith's stilettos.

"You can explain?" Lilith sneered, her voice smooth as acid. "Guess what? I'm not interested in hearing it."

Lilith then flings Asmodeus with a vicious flick of her arm—like one might toss away a bloodied rag—sending him skidding across the stone floor until he slammed into a broken pillar with a sickening crack. His body crumpled, limp, like a marionette with its strings violently cut.

"Pathetic." she spat before turning and smiling at Eve. "Hey sweetie, you're missing out on all the fun."

Eve didn't smile back.

"You go on ahead, I'll catch up later." Eve replied flatly.

"Suit yourself." Lilith says as she drags a struggling Asmodeus across the floor by the leg, his fingernails clawing at the stone in a shower of sparks.

Eve waited until Lilith disappeared around the corner—Asmodeus's pained whimpering trailing after her like smoke—before exhaling through her nose. Not quite a sigh. Not quite relief. Just release.

...

Damn it.

She lost track of her thoughts.

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Chapter 103: Cracks in the Skull, Cracks in the Soul

Summary:

Leviathan is persistent

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After her short introspection, Eve took a deep breath, straightened her back, and turned on her heel. Her stilettos clicked softly against the marble floor as she made her way back toward Satan's throne room. Whatever sentiment had clawed its way into her mind, she had quickly forced back down.

Returning to the room, she was greeted by what could only be described as a tableau of absurdity.

Mammon was flat on his back, legs twitching, half-buried under a collapsed chandelier. His sunglasses were cracked, and his cane had snapped clean in half, now lodged in the butt crack of a toppled statue. Beelzebub was slumped over a buffet table that wasn't there before, face-down in a cake, moaning softly as blood dripped from her freshly re-bandaged hands. Satan, somehow now shirtless, was face-first in a cracked column, one leg still twitching from what looked like a burn along his spine. Belphegor sat slouched in a broken chair, arms crossed, one eye swollen shut as she muttered curses under her breath.

And Asmodeus was sprawled across the floor like a rug with Lilith standing on top of him, one stiletto heel grinding mercilessly into his lower back as he groaned something incoherent.

Lucifer lounged on Satan's throne, sipping a martini with infuriating elegance, as though none of this chaos had anything to do with him. His wings were casually draped across the throne like a velvet throw blanket, and he gave Eve a smug nod as she re-entered the room.

Lucifer had expected the Sins to put up a much better resistance but it was almost as if they had already been broken in before he arrived—tired, wounded, and divided. It made everything seemed ... anti-climatic.

Regardless, he was here to remind them of their place—and remind them he did.

Lucifer raised his glass toward Eve in a mock toast. "We missed you Eve."

Eve didn't respond. Her eyes swept the room once, expression unreadable. There was one Sin not amongst them.

Leviathan.

Eve barely had time to register the absence before the limo behind her let out a metallic shriek, its rear door finally blasting open as if forced by the will of Hell itself. A blur of motion and desperation launched forward—Leviathan, eyes wild and hair flying, lunged like a heat-seeking missile straight for Eve.

"Eve! My heart! My ribs ached with longing! My SOUL—"

Unlike before where she would have simply sidestepped her charge or deliver a swift kick—this time Eve didn't move.

After her brief introspection, Eve's patience was stretched thin, and Leviathan's overzealous affection was not what she wanted right now. Time after time, Leviathan had thrown herself at Eve like a deranged fan at a concert, and Eve had tolerated it with varying degrees of annoyance. But now? Now she was brittle inside. Hollowed out. There was no room for Leviathan's madness—not today.

Eve needed an outlet.

And here it came—sprinting at her with arms outstretched.

As Leviathan launched herself toward Eve with all the grace of a deranged, lovesick torpedo, arms outstretched and eyes brimming with obsessive devotion, Eve didn't flinch. Her hand reached out instead and swiftly grabbed the first thing within reach.

Eve's fingers curled around the base of a broken candelabra, its wrought iron body twisted and jagged from the earlier carnage. Without hesitation, she pivoted slightly, adjusted her grip with the grace of a seasoned killer, and brought it down HARD.

The candelabra smashed into the top of Leviathan's skull with every ounce of Eve's pent-up fury behind it. All of Eve's frustration, humiliation, and resentment funneled into that single brutal strike—the weight of centuries coalescing in one downward arc of cold iron and colder wrath.

The twisted iron crunched through bone with a sickening crack, the force of the blow so violent it drove Leviathan straight into the marble like a thrown ragdoll. Her skull split, not cleanly—but jagged and wet, the iron candelabra now embedded partially into the pulpy ruin of her scalp.

Leviathan didn't scream.

She gurgled—a confused, stunned exhalation like someone who had forgotten what breathing was. Her body slumped in slow-motion, knees folding under her, arms twitching mid-reach, fingers spasming in the air as if still grasping for a phantom embrace. One of her pupils dilated; the other flickered erratically like a faulty lightbulb.

Everyone in the throne room—Lucifer, Lilith, the other Sins—froze.

Eve stood still, the bent candelabra still in her hand, her posture unnervingly relaxed. She stared down at the twitching body, her face unreadable—no anger, no satisfaction, no regret. Just ... emptiness. Cold, clinical detachment.

Then, without a word, she let the weapon fall with a clang, the sound echoing through the silence. Her heels clicked softly as she turned and walked away from the scene she had just created—neither hurried nor triumphant. She simply left, like it meant nothing.

Because to her, it most likely did mean nothing.

She passed Lucifer and Lilith without a glance. Lucifer tilted his head slightly, studying her with mild curiosity, as if unsure whether to be impressed, concerned, or aroused. Lilith's expression was harder to read—equal parts calculating and unsettled.

Neither stopped her.

Leviathan's body twitched once more—then lay still. Blood pooled slowly beneath her, mixing with the shattered marble and the metallic remnants of the bent candelabra. Her breath was shallow, rattling, but it was there.

"Well ... this is awkward." Lucifer coughed and straightened his coat. "I hope you all learned your lesson."

Lucifer's glib tone cracked ever so slightly as he glanced down at Leviathan's broken form, her tail twitching in spasms beside the ruined marble. They all knew Eve's strength was pretty impressive but usually, she didn't show it or at least, not the full extent of it.

The mood, once volatile but lively, had collapsed under the weight of Eve's outburst like a sandcastle under a tidal wave.

"I'll … I'll go check up on Eve ... from a distance." Lilith said, but the words felt foreign in her mouth, like someone else had spoken them.

She took a step, then paused.

The stiletto heel that had once ground Asmodeus into the floor wobbled slightly as she shifted her weight, her perfect poise suddenly unsure. Her eyes lingered on the blood still oozing from Leviathan's scalp.

Lilith swallowed. Then turned, her movements uncharacteristically hesitant, and exited through the same archway Eve had vanished into—her shadow trailing longer than it should, like it too wasn't sure if it wanted to follow.

"Right, guess we're done here." Lucifer muttered, the words falling flat in the stunned silence. "So uhhh, yeah, clean yourselves up and we'll see you all at the next meeting."

And with that, Lucifer strode out of the room like nothing had happened.

Beelzebub stirred first—slowly peeling her frosting-smeared face off the ruined table. Her fingers trembled as she pushed herself upright, eyes fixed not on Lucifer, but on Leviathan's crumpled form.

"Shit ..." she murmured, the word catching somewhere between horror and disbelief.

Satan finally shifted next, dragging himself from the pillar with a low grunt. His whole body protested, and the burn on his spine throbbed like a living thing—but his gaze stayed locked on Leviathan, a slow scowl building under his furrowed brow.

Mammon groaned from under the chandelier. "Is she—?" he asked, squinting. "She's not ... dead, like dead dead, right? Right?"

Belphegor approached without a word, crouching beside Leviathan's twitching body. Her movements were stiff, guarded, more like someone approaching an unexploded bomb than a fallen comrade.

"Well ... no." Belphegor muttered after a long pause, her fingers gingerly pressing two fingers to Leviathan's throat. There was a pulse—faint, ragged, stuttering like an engine coughing through sand—but still there. "As far as I know, Eve doesn't have the holy power in her to kill any of us ... though she damn well gave it her best shot. And considering Leviathan isn't a Fallen Angel like us, this might be more damaging than we think."

She gently pushed back Leviathan's matted hair to get a better look at the wound. The embedded candelabra had split part of her skull open—jagged and pulpy, with strands of brain matter disturbingly close to visible. Blood pooled under her head, thick and bubbling faintly with each shallow breath. A grotesque parody of sleep.

"Maybe now she'll give up on Eve."

 


 

Darkness, thick and oily, pulsed around her. The silence was not empty—but heavy, dense with unsaid things. Somewhere in that black void, Leviathan drifted—weightless, mind fraying at the edges.

Then—

A memory flickered.

Not a warm one.

Nor a good one.

"Eve!" Leviathan cried, standing outside Lucifer's castle gates with several bouquets—roses, lilacs, and one terrifying carnivorous Venus Fly-Trap she thought might impress her. She wore a tattered but heartfelt gown she'd sewn together herself—emerald and lavender, meant to match Eve's eyes and her own.

"Fuck off, Leviathan!" Eve's voice had come from a window overhead—curt, annoyed, and bored. She didn't even look down.

"Stop denying our destiny!" Leviathan shouted, bouquet petals scattering as she flailed dramatically outside the castle gates.

The window slammed shut.

No response.

Only the whine of wind and the pitiful rustle of flowers wilting in her grip.

That was attempt number three hundred and thirty-four. Or was it thirty-five? The details blurred.

One rejection after another. One door slammed. One withering glare.

And through it all—Eve never once gave her more than a glance.

Another flicker.

Another scene.

It opens up with another one of the meetings the Sins had with the Hell Trio. When Eve had entered the room, Leviathan was quick to throw open a scrapbook filled with the meticulously crafted evidence of her undying love and devotion. Page after page filled with candid sketches of Eve she'd drawn from memory, pressed flowers from places Eve had walked, even a lock of hair.

"Eve," Leviathan purred, sidling up beside her during the meeting. "would Adam ever do something like this for you?"

She flipped the scrapbook open dramatically to a page where Eve's face—drawn in painstaking detail—was surrounded by hearts, fire, and crudely scrawled poetry. Some of it rhymed. Some of it didn't. All of it was unhinged.

Eve blinked. Once.

Then she grabs the scrapbook and tosses it into the fireplace. The pages crackled in the fire. Charcoal sketches of Eve's smile, Eve's curves, Eve in armor, Eve in repose—curling, blackening, shriveling into smoke.

"No—NO!"

As Leviathan's charred scrapbook curled in on itself in the fire, her dream-self screamed with it—mouth open in a soundless wail, the flames licking her fingers as she tried to salvage ash.

"WHAT WILL IT FUCKING TAKE!?" A new voice echoed through the void—not her voice, not quite. It was darker. Lower. Laced with contempt. A snarling growl barely contained behind clenched teeth.

Before Leviathan could locate the source of the new voice, the scene quickly shifted to another memory, one where Leviathan thought if she dresses like Adam, maybe she'd stand a better chance.

The image formed, blurred at the edges like water-damaged film. Leviathan stood awkwardly as she looked into a mirror while wearing a poorly tailored tunic stitched to resemble the crude clothes Adam once wore on Earth. Her hair cut short to try and closely mimic Adam's.

She had even smeared mud across her face, to give herself what she imagined were Adam's "rugged earthly features and scent".

That night, she snuck into Lucifer's castle and into Eve's bedroom where she hoped they would finally consummate their love. To say she wasn't well received would be an understatement.

Eve had screamed.

Not just screamed—roared, with the fury of a woman who had already suffered one too many intrusions into her space, her bed, and her dignity.

"WHAT THE FUCK—"

Leviathan barely had time to react before a solid iron bedpost collided with her face, Eve having ripped it clean off the frame in a fit of raw, unfiltered rage. The force of it flung Leviathan out the window and into the moat below.

She remembered sinking—mud-stained tunic dragging her down like shame made manifest, the muck of the moat clinging to her like Eve's disgust.

The voice returned.

"She hates you."

It wasn't a scream. It wasn't even angry.

It was calm. Quiet. Condescending.

But filled with venom.

"She never loved you. Not even for a second."

"No," Leviathan murmured in the dark, though she wasn't sure if she was speaking or thinking anymore. "Adam is still poisoning her mind and I'll be the one—"

"To save her? Fix her?" The voice again. "I'm tired of believing in that fucking lie!"

"IT'S NOT A LIE!" Leviathan screamed in no particular direction.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" The voice scolded. "How much time have we wasted on her!? Decades!? Centuries!? How long have we begged for scraps? How many times did she laugh at us, spit on us, burn what we gave her and call it worthless?"

Leviathan curled in on herself within the dream, clutching at her stomach as if she could physically hold in the shame. The memories piled onto her like stones, suffocating and inescapable.

"No." she whimpered. "She didn't mean it like that—she's just confused. She's under Adam's influence—"

"If only we could be Adam. Then she'd love us." The voice was silk now—deadly, cold silk—sliding around Leviathan's throat like a noose woven from old delusions. "She'd drop to her knees. She'd cry. She'd beg us to stay."

Leviathan clutched at her face, her hands trembling as her dream-self began to shudder. Her outline flickered, cracking like wet paint peeling off glass.

"But we're not Adam." the voice cooed, too close now. "Our children left us for him, Eve chose him over us. So we should compromise."

"... What do you mean?"

"WE NEED ADAM!"

"No!" Leviathan screamed. "I don't need Adam! I can win Eve over—"

The dream shattered.

The void twisted violently. Gone was the darkness. Now Leviathan stood in a twisted, endless corridor—one made entirely of warped mirrors. Each reflection showed her as she was in every failed attempt: the lovesick fool, the rejected admirer, the mockery of her love.

"I just need more time." Leviathan whispered, staggering forward through the warped corridor, one hand clutching her head, the other brushing against the glass. Her reflection smirked back—mocking her.

"You don't need time." The voice said again. "YOU NEED ADAM!"

The landscape shifts. The mirror corridor warps, shatters—and suddenly Leviathan is no longer surrounded by reflections of failure, but plunged into a vision so vivid, so real, it takes her breath away.

The glass beneath her feet turns to fertile earth. The sickly echoes in her mind fall silent, replaced by a serene hum—the chirping of birds, the rustle of gentle wind, the soft ripple of a river flowing nearby. Morning light pierces through a canopy of golden leaves. It feels like Eden, though it is not.

She stands on a soft hill beneath a twilight sky. The air smells like damp grass, ripe fruit, and honeysuckle. It is almost intoxicating.

And beside her—

Adam.

"How—"

"ADAM!" Eve's voice rang out through the garden, joyful, bright, giddy with something Leviathan hadn't heard in centuries: genuine affection.

Leviathan stiffened.

From behind a curtain of the greenest leaves, Eve stepped out barefoot, her hair loose, her dress light and pale, glowing like mist in morning sunlight. For a moment, Leviathan panicked—sure Eve would sneer, punch, scream.

But she didn't.

Eve stopped. Her eyes scanned the scene—Leviathan by Adam's side—and her expression shifted, like gears catching in her soul. Surprise. Hurt. Hesitation. And then—quiet, reluctant acceptance.

"I'm only accepting this poly relationship because you reunited me with Adam." Eve reminded her as she quickly laced her arms around Adam's torso.

Leviathan stood frozen beside them, her hands limp at her sides, the scent of honeysuckle still clinging to the air like a false promise. Adam turned his head to look at her and she ... froze.

In front of her was everything she could have wanted. Eve stood in front of her without a snarl, without disdain—a huge step up from her usual violence or a scream. Eve's face wasn't warm, not truly—but it wasn't cold either. It was resigned. Calculating. Even grateful, in a hollow sort of way.

That, more than anything, broke something in Leviathan.

Because Eve didn't love her. Not even now. Not even with Adam there, not with everything Leviathan had sacrificed—her pride, her dignity, her sanity.

This was not a reward.

It was a pity arrangement.

A compromise.

Adam raises his hand toward Leviathan in a welcoming gesture. An invitation to join him and Eve.

And for a heartbeat—just one—Leviathan believes. Her feet move without thought. She steps forward, toward him, toward them.

Then, she stops.

Eve, nestled against Adam's side, looked back over her shoulder at Leviathan. There was no malice in her gaze. No venom. But no warmth either. Just that distant, resigned look—like someone tolerating bad weather because the journey required it.

It was clear to Leviathan that the future that was in store for her if she continued with Adam and Eve is one not of belonging.

"It's the best you're going to get." The voice cuts into her thoughts. "Take. His. Hand."

And maybe the voice was right. This was probably the only time Eve would let Leviathan stand near without flinching. Without violence. Without hate.

But only because Adam was there.

SHE DOESN'T WANT ADAM!

SHE WANTS EVE AND EVE ALONE!

"No!" Leviathan jumps back. "I don't want this!"

"You need Adam!" The voice rises to a roar. "There is no other way!"

The entire dreamworld quakes. The garden blisters. Trees rot in fast motion, their golden leaves curling black, dissolving into ash mid-air. The river that once gurgled gently now bubbles like tar.

"YOU NEED ADAM!"

"FUCK OFF!"

 


 

"The fuck?" Belphegor stepped back as Leviathan's body started to stir.

A wet pop echoed as the bones in her neck convulsed and stretched. Her back arched off the ground in a way that no spine should bend, limbs splaying unnaturally wide before curling back in like a dying spider. Her mouth opened—not in a gasp, but in a low, gurgling moan that ended in a snarl.

Beelzebub staggered back, frosting still crusted on her chin. "Okay, that's new."

Then came the sound—like wet cloth tearing, like cartilage snapping under tension. She clawed at her temple, raking through blood and scales, fingers slipping beneath the split in her scalp Eve had left with the candelabra.

And she pulled.

Not gently. Not like someone waking from a dream. No—Leviathan wrenched her skull apart with a ragged howl, the jagged seam Eve had carved widening like a blossoming flower of bone and sinew.

Satan's eyes widened. "Oh, what fresh fuck—"

With a wet, visceral snap, her head split into two halves and immediately, both sides began regenerating, forming two distinct necks, curling outward like diverging snakes from a single root. One side still bore Leviathan's original face—pale, humanoid, stunned and bearing a strong resemblance to Eve. The eye socket that had been damaged in her fight with Adam all those years ago had now healed over, giving her a new eye.

The other side grew longer, narrower, wrong, until it ended in a serpentine skull, angular and feral, glowing green slits where eyes should be.

Both heads let out a breath at the same time—one a panicked gasp, the other a hissing chuckle.

"Are you okay, Levi?" Mammon asked, voice cracking as he stepped closer.

"No." Both heads replied at the same time—but not in unison.

The humanoid head trembled. "I ... I don't know what's happening to me."

"Neither do I." The serpent head added. "But I do know one thing."

Both heads snapped upward, their spines crackling as their twin voices rose into a chorus of desperation and fury.

The humanoid head—Leviathan's old self, eyes wide, lips trembling—screamed with the rawness of shattered obsession.

"I NEED EVE!"

At the exact same moment, the serpent head threw back its sleek, angular jaw and roared.

"I NEED ADAM!"

Notes:

And that's how Leviathan now has 2 heads.

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