7 years ago - The Beach of the Pact.
A portal tore through reality with a sound like shattering glass, opening a vortex of golden light and demonic energy that pulsed with primordial power. The air around the portal distorted, rippling like heat over asphalt as two figures emerged from within.
The first to cross through was Lilith, the first woman created, who was unceremoniously launched through the threshold. Her elegant body cut through the air before crashing into the white sand with a dull impact that raised a small cloud of crystalline particles. The dark dress she wore—normally impeccable—was immediately stained with sand that clung to the fabric.
The second was Adam, the first man, who emerged from the portal with much less grace than his pride would have preferred. His cry of surprise echoed across the empty beach as his body rolled uncontrollably over the sand, his ceremonial robe dragging and tangling around his limbs. Instinctively, he dug a gloved hand into the sand with desperate force, his fingers excavating deep in an attempt to stop his momentum.
Sand flew in all directions as he managed to halt his movement. Without losing a second, he deployed his magnificent golden wings—each feather gleaming with pure celestial light, radiating a soft warmth that contrasted sharply with the sea breeze. With a powerful beat that created a miniature gale and scattered even more sand, he rose above the beach surface, suspended in the air as his wings maintained a steady rhythm.
His eyes—hidden behind the angelic mask he always wore—immediately fixed on Lilith with an intensity that would have melted steel. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breathing heavily as adrenaline and pure fury coursed through his veins. He clenched his teeth so hard that the sound of grinding was barely audible over the murmur of the waves.
But then, something caught his peripheral attention. Adam turned his head sharply, his wings momentarily losing their rhythm as he observed the surroundings around them. His eyes widened behind the mask, processing what he saw.
He recognized this place.
The beach stretched in both directions, a perfect crescent of white, pristine sand that gleamed under the evening sun. Ocean waves broke gently against the shore in a hypnotic rhythm, leaving lines of foam that slowly retreated. The water was an impossible turquoise blue, so clear you could see the rocks and shells on the bottom near the coast. Beyond, the horizon melted into a gradient of deeper blues until meeting the sky.
Palm trees leaned gracefully along the edge of the beach, their leaves whispering with the salty breeze. The air was perfumed with sea salt mixed with the sweet aroma of tropical flowers growing wild among the lush vegetation bordering the sand. It was an earthly paradise—one of the few places on Earth that still retained something of Edenic beauty.
And Adam recognized it immediately.
This was the place where they had brought Asmodeus—that child manifested from a dark act of his life which he had already overcome, they brought him here as a birthday gift many years ago. A kind of impromptu vacation to try to... what, exactly? Pretend they were a functional family? Pretend that the circumstances of his birth weren't a living nightmare?
The memory hit Adam like a punch to the stomach, bringing with it a wave of emotions he preferred to keep buried. He grimaced visibly even behind his mask, his body tensing in the air.
"What?" Adam murmured, his voice loaded with incredulity as he continued observing every familiar detail with growing annoyance. It was definitely the same beach—he could see the distinctive rock formation at the north end, the small cliff where they had watched the sunset.
He turned toward Lilith, who was still on the ground recovering from her less than elegant fall. Adam descended enough to be at eye level with her, his wings creating small whirlwinds of sand with each beat as he remained suspended. He extended an arm in a mocking, exaggerated gesture, dramatically pointing all around with a wide movement that encompassed the entire beach.
"Seriously, Lilith?" His voice dripped sarcasm so thick it could practically be tasted. A contemptuous smile formed behind his mask, visible in the way he tilted his head. "Don't you know that nostalgia is for cowards?"
Without giving her time to respond, Adam folded his wings and launched directly at her like a guided missile. His fist was already closed, preparing to connect a brutal blow against her face—one strong enough to knock her unconscious with a single impact and end this pathetic excuse for a rebellion once and for all.
But then Lilith did something that took Adam completely by surprise.
Instead of simply accepting the blow or trying to defend herself with magic, she moved with an agility born of pure desperation. Her body twisted to one side by inches—so close that Adam could feel the air displacement when his fist passed grazing her cheek. With movements that spoke of ancient practice, she grabbed Adam's ceremonial robe with both hands, her fingers closing around the golden fabric with enough force that her knuckles turned white.
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But instead of using the grip to attack or pull him, she simply... let go. Her hands opened, releasing the wrinkled fabric.
"Take me back."
The words came out of her mouth with an urgency that made Adam freeze in his tracks.
"Fucking bitch..." Adam began, his voice loaded with venom as he processed the grab and release, preparing for another attack. But then Lilith's words finally penetrated his furious brain. His aggressive posture faltered, confusion momentarily replacing his rage. "...wait, what?"
Adam straightened slowly, stepping back while tilting his head to one side. His body language screamed bewilderment—his shoulders relaxed from their offensive tension, his hands fell to his sides, and his wings spread slightly in a more defensive than aggressive posture.
Lilith opened her mouth, her lips forming the initial words of an explanation. But nothing came out. Her throat worked, her vocal cords trying to produce sound, but it was as if the words were physically stuck somewhere between her brain and her tongue. She closed her mouth. Opened it again. Tried once more. Nothing.
The minutes stretched uncomfortably as Adam simply watched her with a mixture of discomfort, residual anger, and above all, absolute confusion. It wasn't normal to see Lilith—the proud, the eloquent, the one who always had the last word—struggling to speak.
And her expression... God, her expression. Adam had seen many faces of Lilith throughout millennia. He had seen her pride, her anger, her disdain, her calculated manipulation, even her passion. But this... this look of absolute misery, of complete defeat... was something he had never before witnessed in the features of the first woman.
Her eyes—normally so full of fierce determination or cold superiority—were now glassy, dull, as if something fundamental in her had broken. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, struggling between maintaining some appearance of composure and simply collapsing under the weight of whatever was consuming her.
Finally, Lilith sighed. It wasn't a dramatic or exaggerated sigh—it was one of pure melancholy, the sound of someone who had carried an impossible weight for too long and had finally reached their limit. Her shoulders sank, her perfectly straight posture—normally so proud—collapsed slightly.
"I tried." Lilith's words emerged soft, almost a whisper that was barely carried by the sea breeze. Her hands moved in front of her in a vague, purposeless gesture, as if she were trying to encompass something invisible. "Everything... I tried for thousands of years to make hell a better place, make it bearable."
She paused, swallowing with difficulty. Adam could see how her throat moved with the effort.
"But sin never stops flooding it." Lilith's voice became firmer now, fueled by frustration accumulated over millennia. "It doesn't matter how much order I try to put, it doesn't matter if I solve one problem. Another sin immediately replaces it. And the sinners..." she shuddered visibly, "are getting more and more repugnant."
Adam watched her with pure bewilderment painted in every line of his posture. His head tilted to the other side, processing the words as if they were a foreign language. This wasn't the Lilith he knew. This wasn't the woman who had spent millennia defying him, challenging him, being the constant thorn in his side.
Lilith looked at him directly, and for the first time in their long and complicated history, Adam saw something in her eyes he never thought he would see: complete and total surrender.
"I'm tired, Adam." The words fell between them like stones in still water. "I give up trying to make that miserable place a better place."
Adam felt his body tense instinctively, all his battle instincts activating. This had to be a trap. It had to be another of her elaborate manipulations. Lilith didn't give up. Lilith didn't admit defeat. That simply wasn't part of who she fundamentally was.
Adam's gaze hardened behind his mask, his fists closing at his sides as he took a step back, putting distance between them. With a quick, violent movement, he spat in the sand beside him—a gesture of absolute disdain.
"What the fuck is this, Lilith?" His voice was pure distilled venom, each word pronounced with cutting precision. He pointed at her accusingly with an extended finger. "If you think I'm going to fall for another one of your selfish schemes, then you're completely wrong."
"Adam—" Lilith began, but her words were cut off when she acted in a way that made Adam's world stop completely.
She let go. Then, with deliberate movements that seemed to cost her all her pride, she grabbed Adam's hand—the one that had been pointing at her accusingly—with both of hers.
And she knelt.
The first sound Adam emitted was a verbal stumble—his words tripping over each other as his brain struggled to process what he was witnessing. His body physically staggered backward, momentarily losing his balance as pure shock hit him like a freight train.
The LED eyes of his mask widened dramatically, glowing with light intensified by his emotional reaction. Then they blinked—once, twice—before failing completely for a second, leaving his masked face momentarily dark. When they came back on, they blinked erratically like an overloaded system trying to reboot.
"What the fuck?" The words came out as a strangled whisper of absolute astonishment. Adam stared at her, every muscle in his body frozen in disbelief.
Lilith—the proud one, the one who would never bend the knee to anyone—was kneeling before him. Adam was absolutely certain she had never knelt before Lucifer. Considering that the pathetic duck-fucker was pathetically submissive with her, he seriously doubted that even in their disgusting twisted sexual games she had ever played the submissive side. With how controlling she was, with her constant need to be in charge, it simply didn't fit.
And yet, here she was. On her knees. Before him.
Lilith looked up at Adam, and the expression on her face was one he had seen maybe once or twice in all the time he had known her: genuine, unfiltered vulnerability, without the mask of superiority or control she normally wore like armor.
"This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" Her voice trembled slightly, but she maintained eye contact. "To control me. You can finally have it." She paused, and her next words came out with the desperation of someone playing their last card. "Just let me go with you to heaven and I'll marry you again."
Adam watched her with an expression of pure confusion for several seconds—his head tilting, his posture rigid with the perplexity of someone trying to solve an impossible puzzle. He processed her words, turning them over in his mind, looking for the angle, the trap, the hidden manipulation.
And then, slowly, his confusion began to transform into something different.
He released his hand—withdrawing it from her grip with an abrupt movement that made Lilith's hands fall empty into the air. He stepped back several paces, putting distance between them as his body began to tremble.
Not with anger. With laughter.
It started as a chuckle—low, almost incredulous. Then it grew, expanding in his chest until it exploded in full, unrestricted guffaws that echoed across the entire beach. "HAHAHAHAHAHA..."
Adam bent slightly, one hand pressing against his stomach as he laughed so hard it seemed to hurt. Tears were forming in his mask making it look like an overly realistic animation. His body shook with each new wave of hilarity.
When he finally managed to control his laughter enough to speak, he straightened up and looked at Lilith with an expression that mixed cruel amusement with absolute disdain.
"No, bitch."
The two words were pronounced with such casual finality that they were more devastating than any elaborate insult could have been.
Adam stepped back a few more paces, moving away from her as if her kneeling presence were something slightly repugnant. With exaggerated, dramatic movements worthy of a diva, he raised one of his gloved hands in front of his face, admiring his fingers as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. He turned them slowly, watching how the sunlight reflected off the black material, completely unconcerned by the woman kneeling before him.
"Besides," he continued with a tone of affected boredom, without even looking at her, "are you still going on about controlling you? I thought we'd put that matter aside like... what, a thousand years ago?"
"Oh, please." Lilith's tone instantly hardened, her momentary vulnerability evaporating like water on hot stone. "As if you didn't constantly remind me of the duties we had in Eden."
Adam's head turned sharply toward her, his body language completely shifting. His shoulders tensed, his posture became aggressive, and when he spoke, his voice was a deep growl loaded with frustration accumulated over millennia.
"I was just trying to help you, bitch." The words came out through clenched teeth. "But you took my help and belittled it. And in your sick little head full of inferiority complexes, you thought I was belittling you."
"That's not—" Lilith began to stand, her face forming a grimace of annoyance as familiar anger began to replace her earlier resignation.
"You know I'm right," Adam interrupted her with a voice sharp as a blade, raising a hand to silence her. "But you're too proud to admit it. Anyway, I'm not in the mood to repeat this same fucking argument for the thousandth time, so drop it, bitch."
Lilith clicked her tongue—a sharp sound of irritation that resonated in the space between them. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and Adam could see how she struggled internally, words piling up behind her teeth, wanting to explode in a passionate defense. But finally, with visible effort, she let out a long, controlled sigh. She was too tired—physically, mentally and emotionally—to fall back into the same pattern of argument they had perfected over millennia.
Adam watched her give up, and a cruel smile spread across his face—visible in the way he tilted his head and in his triumphant body language. He snorted with dark amusement before continuing, his voice taking on a tone of almost sadistic satisfaction.
"I hate to tell you, doll," he pronounced the word "doll" with such mockery that it practically dripped venom, "but now I'm not the type who puts on shackles again." He paused dramatically, enjoying every word. "I'm a man off the table, off the menu, off the entire damn market. Someone VIP for special occasions."
Lilith briefly closed her eyes, her hands closing into fists at her sides as she processed the rejection. Her breathing became slow and deliberate—clearly trying to maintain her composure. When she opened them again, there was exasperated resignation in them.
"Ugh. Fine..." She let the word hang in the air for a moment. Then, something changed in her expression. The corners of her mouth curved upward in a smile that was part mockery, part genuine curiosity. She straightened, recovering some of her usual bearing as she made a mocking gesture with one hand—a fluid, almost theatrical movement. "So, what does it take, Adam?"
She paused, letting the question settle for half a second before continuing with an even more mocking tone.
"Oh, silly question." Her smile widened, becoming more provocative. "It's sex, isn't it?"
The effect on Adam was instantaneous and dramatic.
He froze completely—his entire body becoming rigid as if someone had pressed the pause button on his existence. The air between them became heavy, charged with a tension that was almost tangible. For one second, two, three... nothing moved except the gentle rippling of his wings in the sea breeze.
And then fury hit him like a tsunami.
His head turned toward her with unnatural speed, every muscle in his body tense with barely contained rage. His hands closed into fists so tight that his knuckles would probably have been white if he weren't wearing gloves. His entire posture screamed imminent violence—shoulders forward, chest inflated, wings spreading slightly in a display of aggression.
Adam's mask transformed showing his teeth in what wasn't even remotely a smile—it was pure animal threat, the kind of expression that preceded explosive violence.
"Don't come at me with that shit..." His voice was low, dangerous, each word pronounced with lethal precision. He paused, letting the implicit threat hang in the air before adding with distilled venom: "...bitch."
He moved toward her with measured, deliberate steps—each one calculated to intimidate, to claim space, to make her retreat. When he was close enough, he raised a hand and pointed at her with his extended index finger, the gesture accusatory and aggressive.
He didn't stop at simply pointing. He struck his finger against Lilith's chest—not hard enough to really hurt her, but with enough force to emphasize each word that followed. With each strike of his finger, he pushed her gently backward, forcing her to step back, then another.
"And I remind you," strike, "that the one who sought sex with me," strike, "the last time," strike, "was YOU."
He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a growl as he continued: "When I was on earth and continuing with my human life..." He paused significantly, letting the memory settle between them like something rotten. "Do you remember, Lilith?"
Lilith grimaced visibly—her features contracting with an emotion that was part shame, part something darker. Her eyes diverted, unable to maintain eye contact. She looked at the sand at her feet, at the waves in the distance, at anything except Adam's masked face. Her body language screamed guilt—shoulders slightly hunched, arms unconsciously wrapping around her torso in a semi-defensive gesture.
Adam's smile widened at seeing her reaction, transforming into something truly cruel and triumphant. He had hit a nerve, and he knew it. His posture changed, becoming almost playful in its malice as he continued, his voice taking on a tone of sadistic mockery.
"Your pathetic husband couldn't satisfy you enough," the words came out slow, deliberate, savoring each syllable, "and since you're an insatiable whore, you went looking for that pleasure elsewhere."
He moved away from her, turning around as he began to laugh—not the loud guffaw from before, but something darker, more personal. It was the laughter of someone who had completely overcome an event that could have been traumatic and now used it as a weapon without it hurting or bothering him.
"And the only person you could think of was me!" Adam turned toward her again, pointing at himself dramatically. His laughter grew in intensity, becoming more sadistic with each second. "How ironic, isn't it?!" He bent slightly, his body shaking with the force of his cruel amusement. When he finally managed to control his laughter enough to speak, he added with final contempt: "Whore."
"Oh, please," Lilith responded, her voice defensive but lacking its usual conviction. Her arms tightened more around herself as she continued looking down, at the sands that seemed infinitely safer than Adam's accusing eyes. "That was a small mistake on my part."
She paused, swallowing with difficulty before forcing out the next words: "And I'm sorry. Okay?"
Lilith's gaze finally rose, but not directly at Adam—instead, she focused on the sands beneath her feet, studying each grain with feigned fascination. Her expression was complicated—a mixture of genuine regret, residual shame, and something deeper she preferred not to examine too closely.
But then her defensiveness reignited, and her next words came out with a touch of defiance—as if by attacking him she could deflect attention from her own guilt.
"Besides, you're a womanizer who sleeps with any woman who breathes." Lilith's voice gained strength, fueled by self-justification. She finally looked up to meet his eyes, defying him directly. "How many women have you slept with since you ascended to heaven, huh? A thousand? A hundred thousand? What's the difference with any other woman you've slept with?"
Adam's reaction was explosive and immediate.
"WHAT'S THE—?!" Adam screamed, his voice burst with such volume that it echoed across the entire beach, probably scaring any birds that had been resting in the nearby palm trees.
But he stopped abruptly.
Adam closed his mouth forcefully, his teeth snapping together audibly. His hands trembled at his sides—not from fear, but from barely controlled rage that threatened to overflow and consume him completely. His chest rose and fell rapidly with deep, deliberate breaths as he struggled with himself, forcing his fury to retreat to something manageable.
With slow, measured movements that spoke of absolute control, he reached for his helmet. His fingers closed around the edge, and with a fluid movement, he lifted and removed it completely from his head.
The face it revealed was surprisingly young—features that had been preserved in their perfect form since his mortal death. But his eyes... his golden eyes burned with an intensity that was ancient, filled with millennia of pain, betrayal and accumulated anger. They were the eyes of someone who had seen too much, endured too much, and had finally reached the point where pain had transformed into pure rage, which if not controlled could bring out his impulsive side for the worse.
He looked directly at Lilith, holding her with that burning golden gaze.
"What's the difference?" Adam commented, his voice was dangerously low now—the kind of calm that precedes a hurricane. "What's the fucking difference, Lilith?"
Adam took a step toward her, then another, his body language radiating controlled threat.
"How about consent?" Adam smiled contemptuously, the words came out cutting, each one an accusation. "Maybe you should learn something about that word. Maybe you should understand what it really means."
Adam stopped directly in front of her, so close he could see every microexpression on her face.
"But the main reason—the one that really matters—of what makes the difference..." He paused, making sure she was listening to every word. "Is that all those sexy women I slept with in heaven..."
Another pause. Longer this time. Letting the anticipation build.
"WERE. NOT. YOU."
Each word was pronounced as its own sentence, separated and emphasized with brutal precision.
Adam then leaned forward, completely invading her personal space as his expression transformed into something cold and disdainful—a look that evaluated her and found her completely lacking in value.
"They weren't the fucking woman who destroyed Eden." Adam commented, his voice was distilled venom. "They weren't the fucking woman who ruined my life."
The words hung in the air between them like a death sentence—final, absolute, irrevocable.
Lilith recoiled as if she had been physically slapped, her eyes widening with genuine pain as she processed the depth of resentment in his words. But that pain quickly transformed into her own defensive indignation, fueled by years of her own unresolved grievances.
"I ruined your life?" Her voice rose in volume, trembling with emotion. She took a step toward him, refusing to retreat further. "You got off easy! I was the expendable one, the replaceable one!" Her hands moved in front of her in frustrated gestures. "Nobody cared when we were expelled from Eden! Only you mattered!"
Adam straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as his expression transformed into cruel mockery. His features distorted into an exaggerated parody of sadness—lips pouting, eyes squinting in false tears.
"There, yes look at me," Adam spoke in a high-pitched, affected voice, imitating a complaining child. "I was expelled from Eden for a couple of years, but then we came back. Poor me."
He brought his fists to his eyes, rubbing them like a whiny child as he made exaggerated sobbing sounds—"boo hoo, boo hoo"—that dripped with sarcasm so thick it was almost tangible.
But then his act stopped abruptly. The mockery evaporated from his face, replaced by something more serious, more accusatory. Adam's expression hardened as he looked directly at her, without any amusement in his features.
"That was your fault in the first place." The words were pronounced with cold finality. His arms fell to his sides, hands closing into fists. "If you disliked being replaced so much, you shouldn't have cheated on me with that fucking clown."
"You didn't exactly make it difficult for me," Lilith sneered, and in her voice was a touch of disdain that cut deeper than she probably intended.
Adam's reaction was visceral.
Adam's face—normally hidden behind his mask—now being vulnerable, visibly contracted with pain before he could suppress it. For a second, maybe less, something vulnerable and hurt shone in those golden eyes. But it was replaced almost instantly by pure rage that spread across his features like fire consuming paper.
A smile formed on his face—but it was nothing joyful. It was pure fury distilled into facial expression, the kind of smile that precedes violence.
"Fucking snake bitch," Adam muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.
His teeth were clenched so hard that the muscles in his jaw jumped visibly. His fists closed with such force that his entire arms trembled with the tension, tendons standing out against his skin as he fought against the impulse to hit something—preferably her.
But instead of giving in to violence, Adam did something different. He looked at Lilith with a mixture of contempt and deep weariness—the kind of exhaustion that comes from fighting the same battle again and again for millennia without resolution.
"Well... then you have no right to complain, crybaby bitch." Adam mocked, his voice was flat now, devoid of the emotional energy that had been fueling his anger. It was the tone of someone who was simply fed up.
His golden wings—which had been tense and half-spread throughout their entire confrontation—beat once experimentally, the feathers catching the sunlight and sending flashes of golden light across the beach. Then he folded them again against his back in a fluid movement, settling them comfortably.
He turned his back on Lilith, looking toward the ocean as he continued speaking. His posture suggested he was done with this conversation, ready to move on.
"After you cheated on me," Adam began, his voice taking on a more narrative tone—almost conversational if not for the underlying bitterness, "I had a conversation with the Big G."
He paused, and Adam could perfectly imagine the ironic grimace on his face even without seeing it directly.
"He showed me 'the error of my ways'." Adam made air quotes with his fingers as he pronounced the phrase, sarcasm dripping from each word. "And I listened. Like the good obedient boy I was supposed to be."
Adam turned slightly, enough for Lilith to see his profile—the way his jaw was tense, how his eyes gazed at the horizon without really seeing it.
"I had a second chance with Eve," Adam continued, and there was something softer in his tone now—not exactly sadness, but close. "I could have done it right with her. I could have learned from my mistakes with you, I could have been better."
Adam's voice began to harden again, the softness evaporating like dew.
"But you fucking bastards also had to take that happiness from me, didn't you?"
The last words were spat out with renewed bitterness, his hands closing into fists at his sides as the memories clearly consumed him.
Lilith watched his back, her own eyes narrowing with defensive frustration. Her arms crossed over her chest in a gesture that was part self-protection, part indignation.
"Don't blame me for your failed relationship with Eve..." Lilith commented, her voice had a touch of disdain, but also something more—perhaps weariness of being the villain of every story on earth or in heaven. "You and Eve would have been happy together if only you had talked to her."
Adam turned completely toward her then, and the expression on his face was completely empty—not angry, not hurt, just... nothing. It was somehow more disturbing than any emotional display could have been.
"Do you think I didn't try to find her afterward?" Adam said, his voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "Do you think I just gave up?"
He moved closer, his empty gaze never blinking.
"She's the one who should have come to talk to me. She's the one who should have begged my forgiveness." His arms crossed over his chest, mimicking Lilith's posture. "Not me to her."
Lilith practically spat her response, her frustration finally completely overflowing: "There it is again, your male pride." Her face contorted in a grimace of disdain, each word loaded with years of frustration with exactly this kind of stubbornness.
"Please, bitch," Adam responded, and his smile was completely apathetic—more disheartening than any expression of anger could have been. "You're just as proud as me, but much worse."
He leaned slightly forward, emphasizing his point.
"You talk so much about communication, about talking things through. But in Eden, you didn't even communicate with me to tell me something—anything. Instead, you went behind my back with that asshole."
His words hit their mark, and Lilith felt her own defenses beginning to crumble. But pride—that damn pride Adam had just pointed out—wouldn't let her back down. Instead, she leaned forward, closing the distance between them as her own anger reignited.
"Yes! I did!" The words exploded from her with accumulated force. She took several quick steps toward Adam, invading his personal space. "But you didn't listen to me!"
"You didn't!" Adam immediately countered, his own voice rising to match hers. "The only thing you told me was that you wanted more! You weren't satisfied with what we had!"
His hands moved in front of him in frustrated gestures, emphasizing each point.
"You never specified what you wanted! You never told me how I could help! You just kept saying 'more, more, more' as if I were a damn mind reader!"
He breathed deeply, forcing himself to regain some control before continuing with a lower but no less intense voice.
"And then, when you returned from being expelled—when you came back after God decided to give you another chance—I forgave you." Adam pointed at her accusingly. "I forgave you both. You and Lucifer. I tried to move on, I tried to rebuild."
Adam's expression hardened, transforming into something truly bitter.
"But what did you do? Envious, resentful, unable to let Eve and me simply be happy... you gave Eve the apple of knowledge." His hands moved between them in a gesture of absolute incredulity. "And you ruined everything. Again. For the second time, you destroyed my life."
Lilith stepped back, the force of his accusation physically hitting her. Her face contracted with something that was genuinely sadness—not calculated manipulation or false emotion, but real, unfiltered pain.
"I didn't want to ruin everything," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. Her hands moved in front of her in a helpless gesture. "I didn't think that would happen. We didn't know—"
"But you did!" Adam interrupted her, taking a step toward her with each word that followed. "Even if you didn't want to! Even if you pretend and cry that your intentions were pure! You and Lucifer ruined everything!"
Adam's voice rose with each accusation, years of anger and pain pouring out unfiltered.
"You infected the world! You infected Eve! You infected all my descendants with sin!" His arms extended widely, encompassing everything. "You destroyed Eden and banished us to earth!"
Adam stopped, his breathing heavy, before his voice softened—not with tenderness, but with the kind of quiet pain that is somehow worse than any scream.
"I did everything possible so my family would lack nothing. So they would follow the path of good." Adam continued, his hands falling to his sides, the energy draining from him as the memories clearly consumed him. "But sin plagued Eve and my descendants whether I liked it or not. It didn't matter how much I tried to protect them, guide them, teach them..."
Adam's voice became almost inaudible, barely carried by the sea breeze.
"And one day, all because of you... my son became a murderer." He closed his eyes, the pain evident in every line of his face. "And my other son paid the price."
Adam gritted his teeth, tears threatening to form in the corners of his closed eyes—not from self-pity, but from raw paternal pain that had never completely healed.
Lilith stood completely still, unable to find words to respond to that. Her gaze fell to the ground, unable to face the raw truth in his words. Her expression was a complex mixture of genuine sadness and melancholy—the weight of centuries of unintended consequences finally settling on her shoulders in a way she couldn't simply shake off.
Adam opened his eyes, and when he spoke again, his voice was final—no room for argument or negotiation.
"No, Lilith." Each word was pronounced with crystal clarity. "You don't deserve heaven."
Adam turned around, giving her his back completely as he walked several steps toward the waves. One of his hands rose to massage his temple—a gesture of deep weariness that spoke of millennia of carrying this weight.
Adam breathed deeply, filling his lungs with salty air as he looked toward the clear sky. The clouds floated lazily above, completely oblivious to the drama unfolding below them. The sun was beginning its slow descent toward the horizon, painting the sky with the first touches of orange and pink.
"And when we're done here," he continued without looking at her, "I'll take you to the shithole where you belong. Because there in hell is exactly where you deserve to be."
The words fell between them with absolute finality—a sentence pronounced and sealed.
Lilith watched his back for a long moment, processing everything that had been said. The weight of her actions—both intended and unintended—pressed against her chest like a physical burden. Her eyes moved from Adam toward the beach itself, toward the calm waters and white sand that had witnessed better times.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soft—almost nostalgic, devoid of the defensive venom she had been using before.
"Do you remember the river in Eden that had a waterfall?" She didn't wait for him to respond, continuing at her own pace. "I loved that place. We both did." A small, genuinely warm smile touched her lips at the memory. "One of the few things we could agree on."
She snorted lightly—not with mockery, but with self-deprecating humor.
"We were a terrible marriage." Lilith paused, letting the truth of that statement settle. "But I remember a time when we were friends. I can only hope that's possible again."
Adam remained with his back to her, but his posture changed subtly. His arms crossed over his chest—not defensively, but thoughtfully. His head tilted slightly to one side as he processed her words, considering them despite himself. The frown on his face deepened, lines of concentration forming as he struggled internally with conflicting responses.
Lilith continued, feeling the sea breeze stir her hair around her face. It brought her to a simpler memory when wind meant freedom instead of exile.
"But in the end, we just took it out on each other." Lilith's voice took on a touch of sadness. "Everything one did, the other had to outdo. Multiplied by ten. Again and again, in an endless cycle of resentment and revenge."
She fell silent for a long moment, gathering her thoughts—or perhaps her courage. Lilith's face transformed from melancholy to something more determined. She frowned, not with anger but with resolution, as she looked at Adam's rigid back.
"No more." Lilith's words came out firm, a promise or perhaps a plea. "We have a chance here and now to make up for all the pain we've caused each other."
Lilith breathed deeply, and when the next words came out, they were the hardest she had uttered in millennia—because meaning them genuinely required letting go of the pride she had clutched so fiercely.
"I'm sorry, Adam... for everything."
Lilith's hand moved instinctively to her chest, pressing against her heart as if she could physically transmit the sincerity of her words through the gesture. Then, with deliberate movement loaded with meaning, she raised her other hand toward him—not aggressively, not manipulatively, but in a simple offer of connection.
"Let me stay in heaven," Lilith commented, her voice had the pleading quality of someone playing their last card, knowing that failure means getting stuck in hell for eternity, "and we can make peace."
Adam looked at her without turning around—just a slight turn of his head that allowed him to see her extended hand in his peripheral vision. He didn't respond immediately, letting the silence stretch between them.
Lilith felt her eyes beginning to water—not full tears, not yet, but the telltale sting of moisture accumulating behind her eyelids. Her throat tightened with emotion she had been suppressing throughout this entire confrontation.
"Please." The word came out of her as barely a whisper, carried by the sea wind. It was possibly the most vulnerable thing she had said in her entire existence—a simple word that meant complete surrender of her legendary pride.
Adam finally turned around to face her completely. His golden eyes studied her. Evaluating, considering, searching for the trap his rational mind told him must be there. Adam's expression was difficult to read. A complex mixture of residual skepticism, deep weariness, and something softer struggling to emerge.
"What is this, Lilith?" Adam asked, his tone was softer than it had been in their entire conversation, but still loaded with caution. "Do you think everything you did can be resolved with an 'I'm sorry'?"
Adam moved closer, closing some of the distance between them as he continued.
"How are those children's programs like My Little Pony?" Adam joked, there was a touch of irony in his voice, but it wasn't cruel—rather almost affectionate in its familiarity. "Where everyone learns a lesson at the end and everything is magically fixed with apologies and hugs?"
Adam's hands moved in front of him in a gesture that encompassed the complexity of their situation.
"This is real life, Lilith. Things are more complicated than that. The pain we caused each other—the pain that you initiated—doesn't simply disappear because we pronounce the right words."
Lilith didn't lower her extended hand. Not yet. Her fingers remained extended toward him, trembling slightly with the tension of holding the posture while waiting for his response. Her expression was firm despite the vulnerability, determined not to back down from this position.
"I know." She said, her voice was calm but clear. "But starting with an I'm sorry is the right thing. It's the first step."
Lilith paused, making sure he was listening to every word.
"I can't undo what I did. I can't erase the past or fix all the pain I caused." Her eyes met his directly—without blinking, without wavering. "But I can start to make things right now. If you'll let me."
Something changed in Adam's face then. His carefully controlled expression cracked, replaced by something unexpected—it started with a tremor at the corners of his mouth, then expanded into a genuine smile that reached his golden eyes and made them shine with something that wasn't mockery or cruelty.
He laughed. Not the sarcastic laughter from before, nor the mocking or cruel—it was genuine, warm laughter, the kind that comes from being genuinely surprised in a pleasant way. It was the sound of tension releasing, of walls falling, of something hardened beginning to soften.
Lilith hesitated, her hand still extended as confusion crossed her features. Was he mocking her? Was this another elaborate rejection?
But then Adam stretched out his own hand and grabbed hers before she could lower it—his grip firm and warm despite his gloves, completely different from every other contact they had shared tonight.
Surprise exploded on Lilith's face, her eyes widening as she processed the gesture. She hadn't expected it. Not after everything they had said to each other, all the pain they had unearthed.
Adam smiled with his characteristic arrogance—but there was warmth underneath now, a playful quality that spoke of older days when they had really been friends before everything became complicated.
"I don't know since when you became so childish to the fucking point that you say cheesy shit," Adam spoke, there was genuine amusement in his voice, a touch of affection beneath the casual insult, "but... I'll accept letting you into heaven."
The words fell between them, and for a moment, Lilith simply stood there, processing. Had she heard correctly? Had he really said yes?
But then Adam raised his other arm—the one not holding her hand—and raised an index finger emphatically. His expression became serious, all the recent warmth disappearing as he looked at her with renewed intensity.
"Though there will be conditions, Lilith." Adam's tone brooked no discussion.
He paused to make sure she was paying full attention before continuing, each word pronounced with deliberate clarity.
"You'll leave hell behind." The extended finger moved slightly for emphasis. "You leave all of hell behind. Your overlords, your people, unprotected now. Your husband with whom you shared millennia."
Adam's voice hardened even more, making sure she fully understood the implications.
"Your daughter—that girl you created with Lucifer. To them, you might as well be dead." Adam let those words settle before continuing. "No visits, no calls, no messages, nothing. You cut themout of your fucking life while you're in heaven."
He raised another finger, adding to his list of conditions.
"Also, you'll be in a specific area of heaven. You won't have free access to everything. You'll only be able to leave your designated area if I wish it, when I wish it."
Adam's golden eyes pierced her, searching for any sign of hesitation or deceit.
"Deal?"
The words hung in the air between them, loaded with all the weight of what he was offering and what he was demanding in return.
Adam wasn't being generous out of the kindness of his heart—that was clear in every line of his expression. There was calculation in his eyes, satisfaction in the way he held his posture. If she wanted to go to heaven so badly, he would make her lose everything. And as an added bonus, it would leave hell without her guidance, without the stabilization Lilith had been providing. Which meant Adam could finish the rebellion that was brewing thanks to the bitch in front of him.
It was strategic manipulation wrapped in the appearance of mercy or so Adam tells himself.
Lilith fell silent, processing the conditions. Her eyes—previously clear with determination—now became blurry with tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks. The complete reality of what she was accepting settled on her like lead.
She blinked hard to remove the few tears from her eyes, refusing to look more vulnerable than she already showed. Lilith thought it through carefully, she would never see her daughter again. Never hear Charlie's laughter, never see her grow into whatever she had been working to become. Lucifer—for all his faults, for all their complicated history—would be completely cut from her life. The people she had worked for millennia to protect and uplift would be alone.
She would cut all her ties while staying in heaven. It was a devastating price.
But the alternative—returning to hell, continuing the endless cycle of trying to fix the irreparable, of watching sin consume everything it touched—was unbearable. She was tired. So deeply tired of carrying that weight.
Lilith breathed deeply, steadying herself. When she looked at Adam again, there was determination in her eyes despite the few tears still glistening on her cheeks.
"Deal."
[Imagen]
The word came out firm, final, irrevocable.
The moment it left her lips, the world exploded.
A massive explosion of angelic and demonic energy materialized in the air between their intertwined hands. It wasn't subtle or controlled—it was a detonation of primordial power that made reality itself tremble in protest.
Wild air currents exploded outward from the contact point, so strong they lifted the sand in a whirlwind that formed a miniature cyclone around them. The force of the wind was almost solid, pushing against their bodies, pulling at their clothes and hair with violence.
Adam's magnificent golden wings deployed instinctively—beating powerfully against the gale, each feather glowing with intensified celestial light as he struggled to keep himself anchored. The feathers gleamed like molten metal caught in sunlight, creating dazzling patterns in the turbulent air.
Lilith's demonic horns—normally hidden—sprouted from her forehead in response to the energy explosion. They were twisted and elegant, curving back from her head in a demonic form. Her skin glowed with infernal power that contrasted sharply with Adam's golden light.
The energy between them began to solidify, taking visible form. Threads of golden light—pure angelic energy—intertwined with strands of crimson darkness—primordial demonic power. They twisted together like dancing serpents, each struggling for dominance before finally fusing into something new.
The sound was deafening—a roar like a thousand storms converging, like reality itself being rewritten. The air around them crackled with raw electricity, small lightning bolts jumping between the suspended sand drops.
The energies reached their crescendo, and then—
Crack.
Like a celestial bell being struck, or the universe inhaling after holding its breath—the deal was sealed.
The wind ceased abruptly, falling to complete calm as if it had never existed. The sand that had been lifted into the air fell gently back to earth, creating small dust clouds where it landed. The energies retracted into their respective hosts, the golden light absorbed back into Adam while the crimson darkness disappeared into Lilith.
Adam's wings stopped beating, folding elegantly against his back in a fluid movement. The feathers settled, still glowing faintly with residual light that slowly faded.
Lilith's demonic horns retracted back into her skull, disappearing without visible trace—though both could feel they were still there, just below the surface, waiting to be called again.
Lilith breathed deeply again—the first since the deal's energies had exploded. She felt something change inside her, as if a burden she had been carrying for millennia—invisible but always present—had suddenly diminished. Not disappeared completely, but lightened enough that she could finally breathe without feeling its crushing weight.
A smile spread across Lilith's lips—genuine this time, without layers of manipulation or defensiveness. It was the smile of someone who had finally made a decision, for better or worse, and felt lighter for it.
Adam watched her expression, processing the transformation he had just witnessed. For a moment—barely a second—his own expression softened. Something that almost could have been tenderness crossed his features as he watched her smile like that.
But then Adam realized what he was doing. His expression hardened immediately, walls falling back into place. He released her hand abruptly—almost throwing it away as if it burned—and turned around, giving her his back with brusque movements.
"Whatever," he muttered, his tone deliberately casual, dismissing the importance of what had just happened. "I hope you enjoy heaven as much as you can, bitch."
Adam with a gesture of his hand, began to manifest a portal to heaven. Golden energy swirled in the air, forming a circular vortex that gradually expanded. Through its gleaming surface, glimpses of heaven were visible—white clouds, golden light, the promise of peace.
"Good," he said as the portal stabilized before them. "Let's go home. I'm starving."
Lilith looked at him, genuine surprise crossing her features as she processed his words. Her head tilted slightly, confusion mixing with something warmer.
"Home?"
The word came out soft, almost hopeful—as if maybe, just maybe, there was room for more than the conditions had specified.
Adam froze halfway toward the portal. His shoulders tensed visibly, and when he turned to look at her, his expression had completely returned to defensive disdain.
"I meant my home, bitch." Adam's words were deliberately cutting, making sure to crush any misinterpretation before it could take root. "You're just a temporary guest. Nothing more and nothing less."
Adam began walking toward the portal again, clearly considering the matter closed.
But Lilith followed him, and when she spoke, there was a playful smile in her voice—one Adam hadn't heard directed at him in millennia.
"There's still part of that soft man left, isn't there?"
Adam stopped dead, his wings fluttering once with agitation. Without turning to look at her, he responded with an offended tone:
"Shut up, bitch. I won't let you defame my excellent reputation."
But there was something in the way he said it—a lack of true venom, a touch of amusement despite himself—that suggested he wasn't as bothered as he pretended to be.
Lilith laughed softly—a genuine sound that the sea wind carried. It was the first real laugh she had experienced in longer than she could remember. When the two of them were together.
Adam reached the portal's edge and gestured with his head for her to enter first. "Go ahead."
Lilith walked toward the portal, her steps lighter than they had been when they arrived at this beach. She paused just at the edge, looking back one last time toward the ocean—remembering the hell she was leaving behind, toward the life she was abandoning.
Lilith then breathed deeply and crossed the threshold, disappearing into the golden light.
Adam was going to follow her immediately, but then a thought hit him with the force of lightning, making him visibly pale even through his typical confident composure.
"Shit." The word came out as a horrified whisper. "Sera is going to kill me."
He could imagine it perfectly—the High Seraphim discovering he had brought Lilith, of all people, to heaven. Without approval. Without consultation. Just... showing up with the first sinful woman as if it were the most casual thing in the world.
"She's going to have my head on a platter," he muttered, running a hand through his hair as a nervous attack began to set in. "She's going to lecture me for centuries. She's going to assign me the worst missions. She's going to—"
Adam stopped, shaking his head sharply. No, he couldn't think about that now. It was already done. The deal was sealed. There was no way to undo it even if he wanted to.
He set aside that disturbing thought with deliberate effort. With a snap of his fingers, his helmet appeared in his hands—materializing from nothing in a flash of golden light. He turned it once, admiring the familiar craftsmanship, before placing it back on his head.
The mask settled perfectly, his LED eyes lighting up with their characteristic glow.
"I just have to be casual," he muttered to himself, trying to convince himself. "Act like this is completely normal. Like bringing wayward souls is an everyday thing. No pressure."
With renewed—if somewhat forced—confidence, Adam straightened his shoulders, checked that his robe was properly arranged, and crossed the portal.
The vortex closed behind him with a soft sound of finality, leaving the beach exactly as it had been before they arrived—serene, beautiful, and completely oblivious to the agreement that Adam had made to let the first unfaithful woman into heaven as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
The waves continued breaking against the shore in their eternal rhythm, washing away the marks they had left—footprints, displaced sand, evidence of their confrontation—until no trace remained that they had ever been there.
[END OF FLASHBACK]
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