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"I suggest immediate assault."

"Pardon me?"

"Let me go down there!"

"That's against our deal, Michael. You know that."

"Well, what else do you want to do? I'm sure, they're building an army. We cannot let that slide, Sera. We have to strike first!" Michael stood up from his chair and slapped his hands on the table.

"Sit down," Sera demanded him calmly.

"I had high hopes for you," Michael obeyed and sat back. "Auria was weak. I think we can all agree on that. She never cared for anything other than singing and praising our Lord. But you, Sera… I'd have thought you'd be more like Hessa. I'm truly disappointed."

Sera lowered her head.

"She's down there. I taught her everything and trust me when I say, she was a gifted student. With a little bit of help, she could-"

"BUT SHE WILL NOT!" Sera's voice echoed through the room. "She's gone, Michael. Forever. She fell into Elemi!" 

"We didn't see that..." Michael protested. 

"Are you questioning seraphs judgment?"

"Oh, I wouldn't dare..." 

"Get over it, Michael. Take the example from Adam," Sera took a short glance at him, as he circled a rim of the glass with his finger in pure statement of boredom.

"You done?" Adam asked carelessly. "I need to pee."

Sera shook her head in disbelief and rose from her chair. "Michael, you're paranoid. Athalia's been gone for hundreds of years. She won't return... It's impossible."

Michael didn't bother to listen carefully. He had his own rule – if he didn't see a body, the act didn't happen. Sera could be a bit naive but he could not. Michael had seen more than her, experienced, and lost way more. If he could go to Hell and try to search for Athalia, he'd be the first to volunteer. Unfortunately, Auria was the one who made the deal with Lucifer about exterminations. She probably forgot to read the small print. Michael was forbidden from the exterminations due to the rapid loss of hellborns. Lucifer described him as ruthless, yet it was Michael who helped dying people to redeem themselves.

"Fine. If you say so," Michael shrugged. He was tired of this meeting, but he knew very well when he lost the battle. So he bowed before Sera and walked off in silence.

Meanwhile, Adam chugged his glass of water and wiped his mouth with a sleeve. Sera was staring at him, her right eye twitching. 

"What? Did I say something?" Adam asked. "I think you made the right decision. Michael's a total lunatic, he doesn't even know what's real anymore. Why don't you dismiss him for good? We have many capable-"

"Stop it," Sera said impatiently. She was far from being relieved with the meeting's outcome.

"But I really gotta go. Please?"

Sera nodded and watched Adam as he rushed away. She sighed heavily. How could she be sure about any of this? Michael was different, especially after Athalia's fall, but he was skilled and cool-headed. Well, at least on the battlefield. Replacing him with Adam was a risky move and Sera would never come up with it, but she wasn't the one making decisions back then. Auria was. And only God knows why she chose him over any archangel or power. Not all of them were fulfilling their duties on Earth, but it was also true that not many of them were as passionate as Michael. They got used to their low rank and adapted quickly.

No that’s not it, Sera debunked that idea immediately. But for once, it'd be nice to know.

*

Athalia was gone. Her soul was permanently destroyed, although still without any evidence. And every single year, there was a little illegal thing going on. Only a few knew, making it even more special. Every year one of the leading virtues – Sinope – sent a comet across the night sky. Perhaps the one on a smaller side, so not many would notice.

That tiny burning dot became a tradition. Sinope started with it hundreds of years ago when Athalia and Zuriel were banished from Heaven. Sinope was familiar with both of them. He taught them the basic principles of the cosmos and showed them every star, moon, planet... Simply every corner he had under his thumb. But he wasn't the only one who adored them...

After arriving, Michael stirred two tablespoons of herbal extract into his drink and took a sip. He rested his elbows on a rooftop railing, eyeing the comet. He felt so empty. Maybe he couldn't get over it. Maybe, Michael admitted. But not many have faced even half the things he had, not even seraphs. However, he wouldn't be so cruel. He would have figured out a better solution. Something. Anything but that. Athalia could always see underneath his facade. It's a shame, Michael thought as he took a gulp of his drink. She would make a perfect replacement.

Gabriel huffed and sped up. They were already waiting for him, but Gabriel didn't want to explain what took him so long. Who'd want to listen his complaints? 

He landed clumsily and completely out of breath. He quickly tugged his frizzy hair out of his view, remorseful look on his face.

Even after all these years, Luma and Judicael still stared at him hopefully, despite the fact he couldn't bring good news. Other than the fact he won over a wanderer, there was nothing to celebrate.

"Please, don't lose hope."

Gabriel was slowly getting tired of it. No wonder. He flew down to the pits of Hell, checked some areas, got some blood on his robe, and then returned with bad news. Or rather neutral, which was even worse. He did it due to his promise and because it came naturally to him. He was a messenger and healer, giving them a piece of solace was the only thing he could do. Sadly, there was no cure for an aching heart.

Gabriel knew people could die from sorrow. He had witnessed it many times before. However, it was quite different with angels. They were blessed with eternity, unable to take their own life other than becoming one with the Lord. Although, usually the seraphs were privileged to ascend higher.

Gabriel frowned as he flew by taller buildings on the Ancient's Square. He urgently needed to rest. Each flap of his wings hurt more than the previous one. Gabriel clenched his teeth and tried to spot a nice place to land. He eyed the rooftop with an angel leaning onto railing.

"Gabriel."

"Michael."

"You look like shit."

Gabriel snickered at his honest comment and lifted up a glass that suddenly appeared in his hand.

"So what? Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Gabriel sipped on his drink and mirrored Michael's pose. A tiny wrinkle popped up between Michael's eyebrows and Gabriel immediately knew something upset him. They were colleagues, brothers in arms, friends… He could read him like a book and he was sure Michael could do the same. 

"I..."

"You don't have to say anything, you know."

"Feels strange," Michael inhaled shakily. His eyes held a peculiar glint. "Guess change is really inevitable, right?"

"Yeah," Gabriel downed his drink and licked his lips. "But change can be good."

"I doubt that."

"Of course you do."

Michael has always been an unstoppable and irreplaceable force - one of the best they had here in Heaven. Apart from demon outbreaks, he was one of the few who didn't mind getting their hands dirty. But to be completely honest, he somewhat enjoyed it - massacring, chopping, ripping those bastards apart. Not even powers acted as ferociously and bloodthirsty as Michael during missions. A common observer could say, that he simply left his heart on the battlefield. Raphael would probably diagnose him with dilated cardiomyopathy but Gabriel knew his problem wasn't physical at all. After every mission, he became weaker not as a soldier but as an angel.

Gabriel heard how his emptied glass was quickly filling up.

"At least we'll have time to hang out."

"I don’t think so," Michael halted him. "You're busy, remember? What do you do nowadays? Babysit little humans?"

"If you want to insult me, you'll have to try harder," Gabriel clicked his tongue. "You can still help Adam to train his recruits."

"Gabriel!"

"Just saying..."

If Michael could kill with his stare, Gabriel would already turn into ash. But it was worth it. Annoyed Michael was hilarious.

"While babysitting," Gabriel mumbled softly. "I get to see remarkable places. True wonders, my friend. Mighty mountains, deep blue seas, jungles full of waterfalls. You know, Earth's not that bad, Michael."

"It is when the only thing you see is death," Michael clenched his fists and shut his eyes as he realized, that his purpose on Earth was the only one left for him. No hunting, no more missions. He was screwed. When he fought demons he felt some relief and satisfaction, at least. He felt something. Anything. But he couldn't say the same about redeeming people. They barely listened.

Earth was bad, oozing with narcissism and wickedness. It was no paradise anymore. Everything changed and people didn't want Michael's help.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Gabriel asked kindly.

Michael shook his head. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Usually, he would shout at Gabriel, sometimes he would challenge him to fight. He was the leader of powers and general of the Holy Army, the other day even the leader of exorcists. Now he was just pathetic.

Athalia and Zuriel flew across his mind once again. He was still unsure how to feel about their fall. What to think about her.

You're not supposed to feel unsure. She broke a rule and Hessa, the head seraphim, punished her by the book. There's nothing to discuss. You're just sentimental...

"I'm fine," Michael retorted. "And you should go, Gabriel. It's getting late."

That's why you cannot be trusted…

Gabriel nodded and put an empty glass on the railings. Then he spread his wings and soared into the air.

Michael felt like a coward, as he couldn't say goodbye to him. His eyes were fixated on the peaceful streets below his balcony, yet his mind was still wandering.

Sentiment makes you weak…

Makes you indecisive…

Makes you doubtful…

Michael desperately ran his fingers through his hair. His heart raced, as he realized he couldn't catch a breath. He tried to focus on one thing at a time.

Don't overthink . Just take a deep breath...

Michael carefully took a small sip from his bitter drink. The glass was shaking in his hand, which made him even more worried.

It's okay.

Michael caught a glimpse of the comet's tail.

You're okay.

*

Sera poured boiling water into her cup. It was a tough day for her. She pissed off Michael which wasn't her intention at all and she started to doubt Auria's decisions. When she took all of Auria's responsibilities, Sera somehow expected everyone to respect and trust her. Unfortunately, she had to prove herself worthy.

"Sera!" Emily squealed in excitement, almost tripping on her long nightgown.

"Did you notice?"

"Notice what?"

"The comet! You didn't tell me to expect a comet tonight. What a pleasant surprise! Are virtues behind it, sister?" Emily cheered, her mouth wide open.

Sera's had too much on her shoulders. No matter how long she trained for her role, she was not ready. She never imagined herself in a position like this. She would be more than okay with only praising and singing like many seraphs did all of their life. 

"Of course, virtues are behind it!" Sera said heartily. "Sometimes they just get too carried away..."

"But you won't discipline them, right?"

"No..." Sera put down her cup. "Is there something bothering you, dear?"

"No," Emily tried to persuade her with a smile, but nearly seconds later she blurted out the truth. "Well, you're so serious and wherever we go you have this constant urge to correct everything slightly out of place. If you come home, it's usually due to your lack of sleep, and sometimes you don't show up for a whole week!"

"You know you can always visit me."

"But I don't like your office. It's no fun..."

"Because my job is not about fun," Sera explained to her. "It's my sacred duty."

Emily turned away from Sera and walked towards the window. She considered herself very understanding and kind, selfless even. But when it came to her older sister she wanted her only for herself - maybe because she saw her unhappy and struggling, and possibly because she had no one to play with. Cherubs were lively, but she could never keep up with them. Thrones were too busy with their innovations, dominions were extremely serious to play with, and virtues, on the other hand, were too playful. Once in a while, she had a chance to talk to principalities and they were truly wonderful storytellers, but that still didn't satisfy the youngest seraphim.

"I understand it may be difficult for you..." Sera sighed and clasped her hands together. "Maybe I could ask Yahoel to give you more singing lessons," Sera suggested. "What do you think, hm?"

Emily nodded.

"You should go to bed, dear."

"In a minute." 

Sera sighed heavily as she rubbed the back of her neck. She then walked away, leaving Emily alone, as she thought it would be the best for both of them. Little did she know, Emily desired the exact opposite.

*

Adam stared at the door in front of him. His palms were sweating and a small pot was slipping from his grip. He had different plans for tonight. But no matter how detailed were his plans, he still ended up here.

Adam had mixed feelings, after today's meeting. Who would have chosen him to be a leader? Auria had to be senile, there was no other explanation. But he didn't expect Sera to follow her instructions blindly. Adam had been troublesome since his arrival. It was pure nonsense to let him climb the ladder. Michael knew well and he was senile too! 

He stopped himself from knocking at the very last moment. This wasn't right… No. This was the most right thing he did in a millennium and it pissed him off.

"Shit," he grunted at his sudden cowardice.

He hadn't shown up since Athalia's and Zuriel’s fall. For Adam, it was still a very vivid memory and it still hurt the same. Especially when that stupid comet flew across the sky every fucking year, reminding him that happiness was just not destined for him.

Zuriel had guided him through life. Athalia had guided him through his second life. And when everything seemed unstable, he could rely on them because they were always there for him.

He looked at the pot with a tiny peanut plant.

Adam needed a little push. He couldn't decide what would be the best. To leave or to knock, because if Luma or Judicael would open the door, they'd expect him to say something. And even though he wasn’t the worst with words, he'd definitely say something inappropriate.

Fuck this shit.

When Adam died, Zuriel buried him. He was with him until the very end, praying and holding him. The last thing he saw was his friend and guardian and the first thing he saw in his afterlife was Athalia. And soon after a goat's tongue that licked his face with a loud bleat. She's told him she was forced to take a shift with Cicely due to the humongous delivery of goats' souls that day. But what they didn't expect was a human soul between the herd.

You don't look like a goat, Athalia said to him back then. 

Adam looked up at the night sky debating whether he should've asked one of the virtues to make tonight cloudier. But he knew it'd be most likely pointless. 

(sorry for the quality, guys... I hope you see my shitty sketches just fine. But I wanted to share, since sketching helps me to keep my motivation)

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Again. It happened again. Adam caught a glimpse of something shimmery and bright. Each time it happened, his eyes stung with abrupt pain. Perhaps it was another Lord's creation... It could be Zuriel or the banished angel stalking around, but this time it was someone else. An angel crouched behind the gooseberry bush, mesmerized by the unknown beauty and knowledge. She tapped her quill and started writing in odd strokes and shapes. It was the language of light. Ancient runes they inherited from above.

"Athalia!"

"What is it?"

"You shouldn't be here… This is my job."

"No. Your job doesn't include observing Eden's fauna and flora. And hush now, will you? I'm in the middle of something...” 

"I insist you to go back. Observe from a distance or else-"

Suddenly, the sun hid behind the curtains of rainy clouds and a subtle breeze formed into a mighty gale. They both looked up simultaneously.

"Oh-oh, someone's mad at you..."

"Nonsense. Virtues are playing around with the weather again. It's just a summer rain. I stay, brother."

But then a thunder rumbled across the Garden.

"Heaven's moody," Zuriel evaluated, looking up at the darkening sky. "It's time to go."

She pouted, rolled her research scroll, and shoved it into her pocket. At last, she checked if they weren't spotted, but Adam seemed unaware of their presence. He was still busy pulling out some plants.

*

"Today, we're supposed to discuss the following possibilities for our youngest." Announced the head seraphim Hessa, leaning back against her chair.

She was tall and raw-boned, and her piercing citrine eyes could reliably detect any lie or mischief. 

Other leading angels were seated below on the balcony. Pius sat more towards the middle. He was famously known for his eccentric nature and temper tantrums. On his right was seated Svecha, who came up with Heaven's architectonic solutions. Both weren't impressed by Athalia's late arrival, but they didn't do anything except share a scornful look. On Pius's left was sitting Akrasiel, and next to him - Michael, whose eyes were glued only on her. All the way to the left side were the last two seats occupied by leading virtues - Sinope and Feli. 

"And let me add, please, that we're looking for a long-term solution," Hessa cleared her throat. "So, any ideas?"

Athalia shuffled nervously. Her hands were tucked in her pockets, squeezing her research scroll. She didn't know whether to share her own ideas with others or keep her mouth shut. After all, she had some disagreements with Hessa in the past. Some were less important, some more, but each related to the purpose of a seraphim angel.

"Long-term solution? She's a disgrace! Sani tried to teach her how to make a perfect cloudy day. Instead, she made a snowstorm!" Feli rumbled. Her hair kindled in mighty flames.

Sinope squealed and patted his robe, which caught fire. "B-but... Athalia already mastered the movements of planets, except for that totally forgettable fiasco with Jupiter. Ha-ha, but who cares, right? Spots are in fashion." Sinope tried to defend her, but his statement wasn't very persuading. 

"She killed a couple of apricot trees, and Eve caught cold! That's unacceptable!" Feli continued to argue. 

Athalia looked down at her feet. She felt sorry and guilty for not following Sani's steps with excessive punctuality. But nobody asked if Sani was a suitable tutor in the first place. Her guidance turned to lack details and precision, both important compartments for mutual understanding between the different ranks of angels. And Athalia was more than sure that was the main reason why she had failed.

How was I supposed to know what to do? She talked to me in virtue's slang!

"And you know, as well as I, that I've tried to show her our way. We practiced many of our songs, but I'm afraid she's not even a true seraphim. She cannot sing," confided Auria despondently, standing on Hessa's right side, one hand casually placed on her chair.

Of course, she's there too... Hessa's pet. 

"I can sing, but I choose not to."

Leading angels whispered to each other, and Feli's hair transformed into a mighty flame. Just Michael remained speechless. Unfortunately, his expression wasn't readable at all. On the other hand, Hessa's expression was readable more than enough. She leaned forward, her arms crossed.

She thinks I'm a threat.

Athalia's palms started to sweat. She couldn't back off, but at the same time, she couldn't freely speak about how miserable their lives were meant to be. Why should they waste their potential in a spiral of eternity? 

We can do much more than sing. I know we're capable of much more. If seraphim could be taught virtue's magic, they could as well join the army or become architects or engineers. The possibilities are endless!

"Please, let me be a guardian angel."

"Ridiculous!" Pius snapped at her. "Are you listening to yourself? There is no such thing as a guardian angel, only those who command cardinal points. Look at her! She wants to be like her brother. Useless... " 

Athalia froze in her place, hands balled into fists as her loud voice echoed through the courtroom. "Don't you dare to disrespect my brother!"

"Oh, c'mon. Everyone here knows he doesn't deserve the job..." 

"My brother is protecting Eden!"

"Eden doesn't need a protector, you stupid stuck-up girl! He's there to protect the Tree of Life, nothing more. And he stole the opportunity from cherubs!" Pius pointed out. The ends of his braided hair turned to vibrant pink, and his four wings flapped angrily.

Aw, someone's throwing a tantrum…  

Pius was skeptical towards Zuriel because he was incompetent and less fitting for the job. However, he'd never openly admit it. As a lead cherub, he was supposed to protect the Tree of Life. However, the Lord had a different opinion on that.

"Careful, Flopius." Athalia's eyes darkened. "My brother was entrusted with this job, and I won't stand any disrespect towards him. He's as powerful as any of you."

"Oh, please! He's just an archangel..." 

"What did you just say?" From the other side, Michael raised his eyebrows.

"ENOUGH!" Hessa stood up from her chair and leaned onto the balcony railing.

Athalia swallowed a forming lump in her throat and kept her gaze down. Her wings drooped to the ground.

"Let's stick to the topic, please. Athalia, you were seen in the Garden of Eden multiple times. What were you doing there? You know the law. Only archangels are permitted to enter it." Hessa massaged her temples, trying to stay focused.

Yes, she knew the law. She knew it very well. High-rank angels were supposed to remain in Heaven and fulfill their glorious tasks remotely.

Athalia was annoyed at how others underestimated her knowledge and skills. She didn't want to hurt humans, but how could she resist the unbearable temptation of an unknown world below?

"I… I'm studying," Athalia stammered. "Humans are fascinating creatures, and we can learn so much about them… Perhaps even from them."

Leading angels were visibly horrified by her statement. Celestial beings were considered superior, and their judgment was well known to be unblemished since they were created from pure light and blessed with great power. Humans, on the other hand… Humans were created from dirt. But Athalia never perceived them as brutes or weaklings. Quite the opposite.

Hessa's thin lips curled up in a smirk. She ran her fingers through her long hair and burst into laughter. Before long, other leading angels mimicked her, cackling and laughing at Athalia's sincere confession.

"Don't be silly, my dear. There's nothing we can learn from them."

"But-"

"I'm sure you'll find your way. Sooner or later. For now, more singing lessons and spiritual rehabilitation under the supervision of Yahoel should do the trick." Hessa cut in adamantly. "Meeting's over. Thank you all for your participation. And... Athalia?"

Athalia was ready to flee, but when she heard her name, she froze. She was disappointed with their poor judgment. They didn't listen. Dammit, they didn't even give her a chance to explain herself. Seraphs were angels of sight, yet they were as blind as bats sometimes. It was frustrating.

I don't need singing lessons or spiritual rehabilitation… I need a more open-minded audience. 

Athalia sighed and landed right in front of Hessa.

"I'm truly concerned about you."

"No need. I'm fine." 

"I know you're trying," Hessa gently squeezed her shoulder. "But we have rules for a reason. They protect our people... But also protect humans. Got it?"

Athalia pursed her lips but stayed quiet.

"I feel you, dear. You're bold and strong, but attributes like these are not fitting for a seraphim. However, I still believe we can successfully suppress them. Don't you think it's worth a try?" Hessa's cold palm moved higher and gently caressed her cheek.

"Well, I don't-"

Hessa's long nails immediately dug into her skin, and various eyes popped from underneath her hair, staring into Athalia's soul.

"Y-yes, Hessa. I agree..." Athalia hissed from the pain and frowned. "Your Highness."

"Splendid," Hessa's hand left her face and patted her hair, satisfied with the answer.

When Athalia was sure Hessa was out of sight, she wiped off a trace of ichor flowing down her cheek.

Yeah. Splendid indeed...

*

As she soon discovered, the interrogation wasn't over at all. Michael didn't leave with the other leading angels. He was usually the first to flee because he had a lot of work. A lot of work meant he had one training session per day... 

"Can you tell me what was that?" Michael asked. His amber eyes were locked on her with expectations and minor suspicion, but Athalia might have been paranoid. In her defense, Michael's next moves were always hard to predict.

"Oh, well. I just… You heard me, right?" Athalia stuttered and toyed with her fingers. "Well, and Hessa's not so happy about it. She blackmailed me and-"

"Hold on. She did what?" Michael cut in, shocked by the information. "How?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm… You know… Sometimes I'm exaggerating. Everyone says that, ha-ha."

"Athalia..."

"Anyway!" She clasped her hands together and smiled innocently. "I already forgot about the guardian angel thing. Pfft, stupid idea, right? So excuse me-" She blabbered and tried to bypass him, but Michael wasn't the easiest to outwit. He reached for her forearm and turned her to face him. 

Athalia's corners of lips twitched, but not because she wanted to persuade him with a sweet smile. She could see how his brain strove to reveal the truth. How his eyes squinted in focus, and how his nostrils slightly enlarged during exhales.

"Let's talk."

"Gladly, but I gotta find Yahoel first and schedule my singing lessons..."

"Fine. I'll accompany you, then."

"No, no, no. It's okay... You don't have to. Really."

"Still," Michael allowed himself to show something that could be considered a hint of a mischievous smile. "I'm going your way, remember?"

Athalia frowned. Of course. He lived in the Temple of Euphony. However, she hoped Michael would be very busy that day. She didn't want to antagonize more angels than necessary, especially not Michael. She has always liked him in a way— his seriousness had to be the funniest thing about him. Archangels never missed an opportunity to mock him for it. Michael's stoicism was hilarious, but only because it was fake.

"Is it true?"

"Huh?"

Athalia looked over her shoulder. Michael kept his distance, which wasn't convenient for a proper conversation, but whenever she slowed down, he did so as well. Two to three steps behind was the norm from ancient times— a norm nobody respected because it was stupid. Michael knew it'd rile her up.

"Is it true, though? Did you practice with virtues and send down a snowstorm?"

"Can't hear you, Michael. You're too far behind," Athalia rolled her eyes and pulled out her research scroll. She didn't have enough time to scribble down details. She quickly read through her notes and discovered it was all gibberish.

You can't do anything the right way... Maybe you really are a disgrace.

Her wings drooped to the ground. 

What was I thinking?

"Whoops! See? It's a good thing I'm right behind you," Michael leaped closer and supported the weight of her wings. "C'mon, help me. You can't enter the Temple like this. You have to look decent."

Athalia furrowed her brows and scrunched the scroll in her fist. Decency. Seraphs were all about decency. They walked gracefully, talked with natural serenity, and sang beautifully.

My voice is mediocre, and my demeanor is improper. I don't understand. I'd be more useful as an archangel...

"Michael?"

"Hmm?"

“Have you been thinking about that?” Athalia asked quietly.

"Be more specific."

"Well, you know... I asked you to train me. To be..." Athalia hesitated to continue. "Part of your regiment."

To be part of anything. Part of your army, part of inept volunteers who cleaned the barracks... Please. I don't want to stay in the Temple of Euphony! I can't stay there! 

"No."

"Oh! So you must be busy! It's okay. Take your time..." 

Every time she tested her luck, he didn't directly tell her it was nonsense. Instead, he usually changed the subject of their conversation. And Athalia didn't put up a fight. It'd be too reckless to argue with Michael. That way, she'd waste her only chance to escape her tragic seraphim fate. 

She had already tried other things but always messed it up eventually. And since she lacked skills in engineering and statuary, thrones wouldn't likely accept her for an internship. And cherubs, ugh… Masters of love and affection who looked over Eden's fauna couldn't be more distant to her. So even if Pius allows it, she'd probably cause even more trouble.

"Look, Athalia. It's ridiculous," Michael shook his head and dropped her wings so he could walk beside her. "You can't change who you are."

"All I'm asking is one day. Give me one day. One mission to prove myself-"

"You don't have to prove your worth," Michael interrupted her sternly and squeezed her shoulder. "As a seraphim, you have it easy. Cherish it."

Athalia clenched her jaw and withdrew from underneath Michael's touch. "One might say that as a son of an ancient angel, you also have it easy... Or does that apply only to the son who's a seraphim? Please, enlighten me."

"Your pettiness only confirms my opinion..." Michael narrowed his eyes.

"I would rather be petty than close-minded," Athalia responded adamantly. "But what do I know, right? I'm just someone others expect to look pretty and sing all day long."

"You're missing a point…"

"No, I'm not."

"YES, YOU ARE!" Michael snapped and stood in her way. "You can label yourself as my soldier, a fellow virtue, or anything you please, but that won't change anything. You are a seraphim, whether you like it or not."

But Athalia stubbornly shook her head, arms crossed on her chest. 

You are a seraphim, whether you like it or not...

"Perhaps he could change it..." 

"I don't think so, but..." Michael finally tamed his bubbling emotions and smiled faintly. "You have a wonderful life ahead of you. A serene and graceful life among your kind. And on top of that, you'll be near him. He will listen, and maybe if you're lucky enough... He'll answer."

Athalia exhaled loudly. The years passed, and she was still left without an actual answer. She had cried and raged, but nothing helped until she tricked herself into thinking he had so much work and responsibilities to pay attention to her prayers.

"Maybe I don't want to live gracefully," Athalia confessed. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Maybe I want to live on the edge. Do crazy stuff and experience everything... I don't want to be surrounded by cold stone walls. Is that too much to ask? Does that make me ungrateful or even dreadful?"

"That sounds more like a punishment than a reward," Michael chuckled and patted her on her head. "You're crazy, Athalia."

She grunted and scowled at his dismissive attitude. She wasn't a child anymore, and she hated when others treated her like one. "I'm serious. I'd give up my voice-"

"Knock it off! It's time to go. I want to be there before the sunset..."

Athalia rolled her eyes. She hated to be shushed. She hated to be unheard. But bringing up such a sensitive topic in the crowded square wasn't the brightest idea of all. She had to agree on that.

Instead, she chose to tease him. That usually cheered her up.

"Oh, so you must be scared of darkness then."

"Nah. I don't want you to miss your bedtime..." Michael bantered back. He squeezed her shoulder as he guided her towards the Temple of Euphony. 

Athalia lowered her head. She really disliked that sterile place from the bottom of her heart.

"Very thoughtful of you, Michael. Very thoughtful." 

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Adam's heavy steps could be heard from a mile away. His wings felt extremely heavy today. He desperately tried to fold them by his sides but without success. Eventually, he gave up and dragged them behind. Like a fucking novice.

Yesterday was so fucked up. That fucking comet. That fucking plant. That fucking door.

He was so busy that he totally forgot to prepare a list of recruits.

If Michael sends me people from crusading movement, I'll fucking lose it!

Considering Michael was a competitive asshole, and he loved to rile up Adam... Yeah. It was more than likely to happen. 

It was hard to admit, but Michael was right about him. Adam wasn't suitable for such a task. Maybe that's why Auria chose him. She wanted him to suffer even in his afterlife. He wouldn't be surprised if angels had a twisted sense of humor. The tricky ones were definitely high-ranking angels and maybe some virtues. Those bitches were crazy. Like Ini. After Adam left the peanut plant on the doorstep, he took a small midnight stroll. That's where he bumped into Ini. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, but common... That couldn't discourage him.

Adam swung the door open. Luckily, he found no saluting crusader squad patiently waiting for his arrival. Instead, Gabriel and Raphael stood in the middle with a collapsing cake.

"Finally!" Raphael grunted. "I swear to God, my arms will fall off."

"Stop whining," Gabriel scolded him. 

"It's been three hours!"

"Yeah. Only three hours."

Adam was confused. He rubbed the back of his neck and hesitantly approached the two archangels. The cake looked more like a mush, and the cursive writing on the top was all smeared, but he couldn't lie... His mouth was watering. 

"Why didn't you put it on the ground?" He asked, amused.

"Ask Gabriel!"

"I won't put a cake on the damn floor. It can get contaminated! You should know better than me, Raphael."

"Exactly," Adam satisfyingly nodded and turned to Raphael with a cocky grin. "You wanted me to get sick or something?"

"What a brat," Raphael shook his head in disbelief. "After all this time, he still doesn't respect us... Unbelievable."

"You could at least bring a fucking table!" Adam blamed him in a lighthearted tone. "And by the way, did you forget? I don't need to respect you anymore, captain. So, if you don't want to lose your military rank... You should better behave, prick. Putting my cake on the filthy floor… That's absolutely outrageous!"

Adam felt much better, knowing his brothers-in-arms stayed by his side. They treated him right, and he couldn't appreciate it more. When he was first introduced to them... Well, it was something. They made fun of him and gave him the hardest and the most horrendous tasks. Primarily thanks to Michael. He possessed unmatched power, so no one dared to question him. Luckily for Adam, the situation has changed, and it appeared he had Gabriel's and Raphael's full support.

"Hurry up! We won't hold the cake for another hour," Raphael grunted impatiently, so Adam purposefully sliced the cake painfully slow. It worked wonders. Raphael almost pounced on him.

Adam divided the cake into three parts and put it on plates. "Gentlemen! To the new beginnings and me, your better and sexier commander!" He declared.

Unfortunately, Gabriel and Raphael didn't share Adam's excitement. They slowly munched on their slices, avoiding direct eye contact. "What? What is it, guys?" Adam asked with a fork stopping midway to his mouth. "Did I say something?"

"Nothing smart. You good, man."

"Ahem. Raphael wanted to say..."

"How do you know what I wanted to say?"

"I'm afraid we cannot stay for long..." Gabriel explained shortly and stuffed his face with the big bites of the cake.

"Hold up. I don't get it. What's all the hurry? You have a date or something?" Adam snickered and eyed him in great suspicion.

"Him? Pffft! No, nothing like that. We just can't be late for the training..." Raphael noted nonchalantly.

"Shut up!" Gabriel halted him and smacked the back of his head. 

"Huh? I didn't know you two were such workaholics." Adam laughed. 

"We're not..."

"Speak for yourself, Gabriel!"

"Oh, shut up, you-"

"Whoa, whoa. Hey..." Adam interrupted their banter and shifted his gaze from one to another. "What is going on here, guys?”

Gabriel nervously bit the inside of his cheek. He wasn't thrilled to explain the current situation to Adam. But who, if not him? After all, he was the head messenger. He gained a few more seconds to his advantage by chewing on the cake longer than necessary. Then, he took Adam aside. "Listen. You're in charge of exterminations now."

"No shit."

"As a commander, you're supposed to form your own division and pick your recruits wisely. Me and Raphael cannot be part of that, Adam. We're loyal to Michael. Besides, you're not allowed to pick angels who work for him."

Adam's eyes widened. Well, that was an unpleasant circumstance. "The fuck? Are you kidding me, Gabriel?" Adam blurted out abruptly. What was this all about? He thought they'd celebrate together. He thought they were a team. He thought he'd inherit Michael's soldiers. At least part of them. 

Gabriel tried to ignore Adam's death stare and continued calmly. "You shouldn't be surprised. Michael won't give you anything for free. Hell, you know how feisty he is. Until something's official, you won't persuade him."

"It is official! Auria chose me! ME! It should be in my power to demand anything I want. Right?" Adam argued, but Gabriel didn't answer him. "Right?!"

"I-... I don't know. Look, I just brought you the message from Michael." Gabriel ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not sure what's exactly stated in that treaty. But trust me. Michael has his ways... And they're always legally secured."

"That motherfucker!"

"Tone it down, Adam..."

"Oh, fuck you! He did it on purpose!" Adam pointed out through his clenched teeth. He knew what type of person Michael was. This wasn't the first time he was acting like a total dick.

Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to stay calm, but it was getting difficult with every second. Adam's impertinence shouldn't have been tolerated, but he could understand him. Even sympathize with him. "Michael has no reason to make it easy for you. Think for once. You took his job."

"No. I took one of Michael's many jobs... And let me add, unwillingly. I didn't ask for it either." Adam corrected him and crossed his arms.

Gabriel sighed. He didn't want to continue in their meaningless conversation, but there was still something he hadn't told him yet. "Michael will keep the Castrum too."

Adam's jaw dropped. What the actual fuck? Now, that was pure insanity! Where was he supposed to train his recruits if Michael claimed all of Heaven's Castrum? On the fucking promenade? In his apartment? In Sera's office?

"So I should build one on my own? I barely know how to build a fucking house! I'm a farmer, not a stupid architect!"

"Adam-"

"Whatever. You know what, Gabriel? Go fuck yourself and get the fuck out of here. Now!"

"Adam-"

"No. Wait... Shit! I'm the one who's supposed to go, right? Because this is Mikey's fucking property!" Adam grunted and stormed out of the training room. He ignored Gabriel's pleas and Raphael's stares.

Hold on. My cake. 

...

No! Fuck them! And fuck the cake. It was all mushy anyway...

He felt another wave of sentiment washing over him. Maybe he was too whiny for his own good, but nobody could convince him he wasn't a victim. He was a victim from the very beginning. His first wife loathed him... His second wife broke the only rule and separated them from eternal prosperity. Alright. He forgave her and took care of her. He fulfilled his destiny and watched her slowly drift away. When he finally died, he thought he'd find his happiness here in Heaven. Sure, he had a rough start, but who hadn't? Nonetheless, his contentment never lasted for more than a few years. Sometimes less. No wonder he wanted it to be over. For someone almost as old as Earth itself, he was tired. He wished to find his peace. Not temporary but everlasting.

When he arrived home, the first thing he did was punch the wall. Unfortunately, not even that helped him. He took a deep breath and caressed his knuckles.

Then, he slowly entered the living area. Over the years, he managed to turn it into a jungle. His fingertips brushed over the leaves of various plants and flowers. He had so many it was hard to maneuver between them. Fiddle leaf fig, philodendron, asparagus fern, peanut plant, yucca, butterwort, clivia, violets, cape primroses, shamrocks…

And many others. He was gifted a snake plant once. It died within a week under mysterious circumstances.

He passed through the living room straight to his bedroom. He needed a nap. He needed to punch something else, and a pillow was a good option. After that, he'd drink and overeat until he'd totally forgotten about today's fiasco.

Sounds like a solid plan.

He hooked his fingers over the hem of his robe and pulled it over his head. But it was more challenging than he thought it'd be. His wings really didn't cooperate with him today.

"Fucking… Ugh... This fucking shit!" He cussed and tried to find a way out of his clothes. He tripped over the St. John's wort flowerpot and hit his head pretty bad. An abrupt pain possessed his left temple, and he heard the seams of his robe tearing. Not long after, everything went pitch-black, and Adam could finally rest.

*

"They have these odd plants that look like roots of a tree, and on each root sprouts a small ball," Athalia explained as she poured nectar from a jug to four chalices. "First, I thought it was a fruit. But boy, I was wrong..."

She wasn't discouraged after Hessa ordered her to schedule more singing lessons and spiritual rehabilitation. She never shut up about her passion for Eden's flora and fauna at home. There was no reason for that. She could speak freely.

"He pulled the plant out of the soil and washed it in the stream. Still, he didn't eat it. He… I think he cracked the tiny balls and scooped out the fruit. Isn't it bizarre, mother? I wish I could understand...”

"Your brain's too small for that,” Zuriel interrupted her. He appeared behind her back and tried to sneak his hand closer to the jug. He dipped his finger into nectar. 

"Ugh, you're so annoying!" Athalia's eyes widened in horror.

"After you..." He chuckled and ruffled her hair.

Ew! Now my hair is going to be all sticky!

"Besides, I'm not talking to you!" Athalia pouted and tried to fix her hair. She locked her eyes on her mother, who gave her a small smile. "Virtues could be so kind and help me to identify that peculiar plant. What do you think, mother? Wasn't Lavreli – the Ancient angel of virtues – responsible for Eden's flora?"

At least, that's how she remembered it from the story. 

Athalia noticed how Luma took the two chalices. Her eyebrows furrowed as she fiddled with the cork, but she didn't find the courage to ask why their father wouldn't join them.

She waited for Luma to go upstairs and muttered under her nose. "Tch! That's not fair..."

"C'mon. Let's drink..." Zuriel nudged her with an elbow and headed towards the parlor with the remaining chalices. He occasionally looked over his shoulder to make sure Athalia was following him.

They sat down on divans and chinked their chalices. Athalia didn't hurry to finish her nectar. Instead, she observed her reflection.

The voice of a seraph was a unique medium for communication with astral spheres. That's why taking it away wasn't only a heinous act but a taboo. Speaking freely was allowed in Heaven as long as you keep the conversation light and unproblematic. As long as you did your job well, and if not... At least until you didn't cause something more prominent.

"Are my eyes deceiving me? Are you thinking about something, sister? Like actually thinking? That'd be the first time.” Zuriel teased her, and his lips curled up in a mischievous grin. But for her own good, he decided to change the topic. He put down his chalice and articulated just one simple word. "Peanuts."

That caught Athalia's attention. "A what?"

"Your 'root plant' that grows under the ground and is all covered in weird shells… Inside are seeds called peanuts." 

"Peanuts... So it's not a fruit, huh? Interesting." Athalia caressed her chin, mesmerized by the new information.

"Yes..." Zuriel nodded and looked around. "By the way, how did it go? Let me guess… They scolded you."

"Of course, they scolded me. What would you expect from the leading angels? More sympathy? Don't be ridiculous, brother..." Athalia scoffed and rolled her eyes. Fantastic. This was the worst topic he could choose.

"Are you sure you deserve more sympathy, sweetie?" Zuriel retorted with a cheeky grin that riled her up even more.

"I asked Hessa to be a guardian angel."

"A WHAT?!" Zuriel brought the chalice back to his lips, but he immediately regretted it. He almost choked on his nectar. "A guardian angel? What even is that?"

"Well, someone who guards-"

"NO WAY!"

"Oh, shut up! Technically, it's you..." Athalia jabbered. "I mean... You protect and guard humans. You keep an eye on them, right? That's what it means to be a guardian angel. I came up with the name, heh… It's not official. Yet..."

"What… How? And-… Why? Just-…HOLD ON!" Zuriel stuttered and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did expect her to be reckless, but not that reckless. Her actions could get her into serious trouble. Eden didn't need more guardians. It could've raised a great suspicion among leading angels. "I think… I think it's the stupidest idea I've ever heard."

Athalia's wings nervously shifted behind her. It rarely occurred that Zuriel didn't give a shot to her ideas. She remembered how he listened to her blabbers when she was younger. He always tried to find something rewarding in her crazy nonsense. But not today.

"I don't think it's stupid..."

"Oh, you don't think so? Okay then. Explain it. C'mon. Go ahead." Zuriel challenged her sternly and continued sipping on his drink.

"Well, I..." Athalia cleared her throat, ready to serve him the best defense she could think about. However, she was never as good with the words as Zuriel. "I mean... I think the concept is cool, isn't it?"

"It's... cool?" Zuriel repeated in disbelief, and his fingers clenched around the chalice firmly.

"Y-yes. So cool, brother." Athalia added sweetly. She hoped to ease his dismissive attitude. She knew she was losing the argument when he pinched the bridge of his nose again, and his wings flinched in irritation.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Zuriel raised his voice and locked her eyes on her. "You asked Hessa to be a guardian angel without knowing what that position would include? First thing first, you're a seraph!"

"What? No! I know what the position includes. Hessa just didn't-"

"So it means," Zuriel cut in abruptly. "If they see you, they'd go blind, at best. They'd burn alive, at worst. Do you really wanna risk that? Second, what humans would you like to guard and protect, hmm? There are two humans, and they're none of your business. Heavens, they're not even my business! I'm not protecting them. I'm protecting-"

"We can share! Split them, you know. Fifty-fifty," Athalia laughed nervously into her chalice and avoided his gaze.

Maybe I should've kept my mouth shut...

"Oh, really? And every Sunday, we'd switch them, huh? Wow, that's so clever!"

Athalia scowled. Zuriel didn't used to be so harsh. His words stung more than she remembered. More than she was willing to admit. But she still had to try to prove her point. She had to. For herself. "Do you expect them to be only two forever, brother?"

"No. Of course not!" Zuriel blurted out. "But... I suppose it takes time. I have no idea how humans reproduce. And to be honest, I don't even want to know."

"Maybe… Maybe I could be a guardian angel of their children, hm? I don't mind children." Athalia smiled faintly at the thought. It'd be interesting to see a tiny replica of a human being.

"Adorable, but it still won't change the fact you're a seraph. Would you really murder a child just to make your dream come true?"

Athalia put down her chalice. She was shaking so much she was worried she'd spill some of the nectar on her dress. Once her hands were empty, she hid her face behind them and breathed in and out. When Zuriel put it like that, it really sounded selfish. But she meant no harm. However, what she didn't think through was her inability to be there and help the way she imagined.

They'd burn alive… Because of you. Because you can't resist your stupid urge.

While studying Eden's flora and observing human behavior and habits, she didn't have to care about that one unfortunate detail. She crouched behind the bushes and trees, blending in with shadows. But guardian angels, at least conceptually, weren't supposed to hide from humankind. They were supposed to be right by their side - like Zuriel.

They wouldn't burn alive in his presence…

"Sister… Sweetie." Zuriel sighed, and his voice softened up. Although he couldn't see her face, he knew how much she struggled. After all, she always struggled with her destiny. She was a seraph, and it shaped her life more than she'd like to admit. But that's how it worked from the very beginning. Their predispositions varied based on their rank, but it didn't mean there was nothing more to them. He wished she would understand her life wasn't completely ruined. She could still do so many things. "Please. Look at me."

But Athalia didn't. No. She couldn't. Zuriel's words caused her to feel like a fool. She let out an exasperated sigh and rose up. Zuriel tried to catch her sleeve when she bypassed him, but he missed. Instead, he called out for her. No respond. Of course. She was too stubborn for her own good. 

Zuriel clasped his hands together. It was more complicated than he thought it'd be. And he was almost sure she already got through the stage of defiance.  "Oh, Athalia.." Zuriel sighed and shook his head. He couldn't guide her when he was available for only one hour per day. She was almost out of his reach... Out of his influence - not like he'd influence her that much. He was always very open to her opinions and supported her. But back then, her free-spirited nature wasn't jeopardizing her future, and she wasn't provoking Heaven's order… It'd be all a different story if that thing with Lilith never happened. But it was too late to cry over the spilled milk.

Meanwhile, Athalia headed outside the house to clear her mind. She was pacing back and forth, her heart racing. Maybe she really should've kept her thoughts to herself... Maybe she should've waited longer and thought about it thoroughly. And maybe they were right... She was reckless.

"Oh, there you are… I was afraid you're already up to something else."

Athalia froze in place and clenched her hands into tight fists. She didn't want him to follow her or mock her. Zuriel could keep his smart-ass comebacks for himself. "Go away. I want to be alone."

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."

"Sister..." Zuriel muttered and scowled. He was standing behind her, and all he could see were her wings moving up and down infuriatingly. He knew she needed time to process everything, but he didn't have that much time. He had to return to Eden. He couldn't ask Michael for more than one hour per day. It was his job, not Michael's. It was his responsibility, and so was Athalia. He was in charge of her, and he obviously failed. "Come here."

"No. I said go away. I don't want to see you right now."

"Please."

Athalia tensed up. She hated his pleas. She was totally defenseless against them. She looked over her shoulder and glared at him. Yeah, she couldn't resist his pleas and his puppy eyes. She turned around and closed the distance between them. No matter how much she tried to deny it, Zuriel was her greatest weakness.

"I swear you can kill with those stares..." Zuriel chuckled and rested his chin on top of her head. This was something he missed the most. Something he waited for all day, every day. "I'm sorry." He whispered and gently squeezed her in his arms.

"Hm..."

"I really am. I didn't mean to be so hard on you. You just… Surprised me." Zuriel admitted. He knew the feeling very well. How challenging it was to sacrifice himself just for a greater purpose. Every angel experienced it. But it didn't mean he found nothing rewarding in his job.

It was his fault Athalia was like this. When he was raising her, he should have been more strict. But how? At the same time, he was supposed to be in Eden - like a commander of the north cardinal point and later as a protector of the Tree of Life. Sure, Zuriel wasn't her parent, but she always preferred him over Luma and Judicael. No wonder. He was the only member of the household who expressed himself verbally, and baby angels usually picked one voice and clung to it. Meaning it was basically impossible to get rid of her. Maybe that's why she was so obsessed with Eden. Most of her core memories formed there.

Zuriel pulled away and cupped her face. His thumbs drew tiny circles across her cheeks as he leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you, Athalia. Please, don't forget that..."

"I wish I could tell you the same..." She retorted coldly. "But I'm not supposed to love anyone but our Lord."

Zuriel sighed. He knew she didn't mean any of it. She was just grumpy and childish, like always.

"Promise me you'll try..."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Try to fit in. Please. I don't want you to change-"

"It sounds like you want exactly that..."

Zuriel rolled his eyes and continued in a calm tone. "You can still stay true to yourself and fulfill your duty."

"But-"

"No buts," Zuriel cut in and kissed her forehead. "Please, sister. Do it for me."

Athalia slowly bowed her head. She wouldn't listen to anyone but Zuriel. But she found it tragic they had precisely one hour per day. It wasn't fair. They used to be glued together. When she was a tiny baby angel, she never left his side. She'd snuggle up to his wings and tug on his feathers even from sleep. But that was back then. Years ago. She remembered the subdued cacophony of croaks coming from the nearby pond. She vividly remembered the strange sniffling of hedgehogs and scary wailing calls of peacocks. The long grass and reedmace danced in a gentle breeze and created such a beautiful melody. That was the world she wished to be part of.

"Alright then. For you, brother."

Chapter Text

"Oh, you poor thing! It must hurt."
 
That soothing voice... It sounded so familiar - Like an old memory emerging on the surface. He didn't open his eyes to see a captivating creature above him. Instead, he settled for its touch. Surprisingly, it wasn't as unpleasant as he thought it'd be. He sighed, craving more, so he reached for the creature's hand and brought it to his pulsating forehead.
 
"I wish I could help..." The creature spoke quietly as its hand slid from Adam's forehead to his messy hair. 
 
Adam moaned in pleasure and leaned into the touch. If only he could stay like this forever - not thinking about anything, just simply existing. God, he missed it. Surviving wasn't his thing at all.
 
The creature's warm lips mapped his face, each peck like a blessing he didn't deserve but gladly accepted. It felt incredible... Heavenly, even.

"Better?"

"So much better."

Adam finally opened his eyes. A petite angel hovered above him. Strange. Maybe he had amnesia, after all. He studied the doll-like face gazing at him, and he suddenly remembered. He tripped over the flowerpot of Saint John's wort and hit his head. Ini, that virtue chick he hooked up with, had to be still in his apartment. Shit. That's why he never invited women over. It was fucking impossible to get rid of them. And Ini was the worst. Clingy and possessive. Sadly, he was too drunk to care about that last night.

Ugh, I fucking hate my afterlife…

"Ini, baby!" Adam greeted her with a forced grin.

"I was so worried. You tumbled and hit your head. Are you alright?"

"Heh, that's a tricky question..." Adam propped himself on his elbows and cracked his stiff neck. "I didn't expect you to be here when I return. What? Can't find something? Because if you're looking for your stockings, I remember you throwing them out of the window yourself."

Ini was a wild, untamed beast... That's why he couldn't resist her and risked to take her in his place, even at the cost of dealing with her clingy ass later.

"Haha, no. I've told you I have a free day, dummy." She giggled and booped his nose.

"Oh, you did?"

Fuck.

Adam noticed how she was straddling him, squeezing his sides with her lean thighs, and gently pressing palms into his chest. It made him slightly uncomfortable. He didn't like to be trapped or dominated that much... It wasn't his cup of tea.

"Shall we continue where we stopped?" Ini whispered to his ear, her eyes holding a playful glint.
 
"Ha! And where did we stop exactly? Sorry, babe, I can't remember. I was totally smashed yesterday."
 
Ini pulled away, her face flushing. Adam was, even now, still fascinated by how angels blushed. Their face didn't turn red and instead beamed with golden or nacre undertones. Majestic. Only if it'd be so simple to make angels blush. Besides the low ranks, of course. Adam was more and more suspicious lower ranks were easier to succumb to debauchery, so their beauty wasn't considered as ethereal as for those from higher ranks. Ini blushed beautifully, but it was still missing something. After eons, almost everything became ordinary and bland. Even angels.
 
"Uhm... Want me to remind you?"
 
"Nah. I think I'm good."
 
Adam was bored already, yawning. He probably shouldn't have done that. Ini snapped and transformed into a totally maddening and destructive individual. That's why he was always hesitant to let others into his apartment. Virtues were moody. Other than that, his fucking plants meant everything to him.

Adam pushed himself into a seated position and rubbed his face. He was tired of it - of everything, really. Maybe he'd even welcome another knockout, but unfortunately, he dodged a flying flowerpot of fiddle-head fern at the very last moment. How unfortunate.

Ini's voice died in his ears as he slowly zoned out. All he could focus on was his new duty. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

What a great fucking start to the day.

*

Adam was goggling at the Statue of Life located in Piazza di Priscus. Today was a Wednesday, but it barely mattered since every day in Heaven was just the same. Adam didn't mind the stereotype. After all, he used to wake up before sunrise to water plants and feed the cattle. But here in Heaven... He was lost. Without anything to do, he became nervous and anxious. And he had little to no impulses that would prevent his mind from wandering.
 
"Ah, yes. The creation of land. Not my personal favorite, but it'll do..." Athalia noted with a faint smile as she approached him. She kept her distance since Adam still didn't tolerate her well.
 
She admired the Statue of Life for as long as she could remember. Every morning, she hurried over to see a spectacular transformation into another scene. It was a magical experience that could still take her breath away. Ophanims really outdid themselves. But to her astonishment, Adam didn't seem to share her enthusiasm. His golden eyes were filled with melancholy as he leaned against the nearby wall. Adam squirmed, unable to find a comfortable position. He was still getting used to his wings. And it showed. The way he folded them by his sides was... Questionable, if not straight-up bizarre.

"Would you like to hear the story of our ancestors?" Athalia asked, aiming for an unproblematic conversation. 

"You can't be serious. Our ancestors? Our?! Be so kind and leave me out of it." Adam snapped at her and crossed his arms. He hated to be labeled as one of them. He wasn't one of those winged freaks but a mere human. Sure, deceased and with an unwanted upgrade of angelic wings and halo... But it just happened. If they asked him first, he'd reject.  
 
"Yes. You are one of us now."
 
Adam's eyes widened. He had no idea how to answer, so he chose to stay quiet. Athalia's words were complete nonsense. A human soul is a human soul, winged or not. Angels could resemble humans well in their mannerisms, but only because they mastered the technique of pretending. It was an illusion. A peak skill of observation. But they were not human-like. Adam learned it the hard way.
 
"Why am I here all alone?" 
 
Athalia shrugged. She held no knowledge about the process of sorting out souls. "Our Lord works in mysterious ways. It's okay to feel unsure and scared. It's okay to feel like a misfit. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about-"

"I don't care... I asked you a simple question. Don't avoid the topic!" Adam insisted. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to regain at least a fragment of his previous composure. Oh, how he hated that bitch from the bottom of his heart. She followed him around like a lost puppy. It was basically impossible to get rid of her. Really. He tried. Once, Adam barricaded himself in his new home just so she could invade his personal space through the opened window. Then, when they were strolling around the outer parts of Heaven, he'd push her over the borders… But she had wings. That unpleasant detail ruined all of his attempts.
 
"Look, I know it's hard for you-"
 
"Shut the fuck up, you little thorn! You know nothing!" Adam grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose. If this was the eternal reward for living a good life, he didn't want to imagine what eternal punishment was like...
 
Athalia pursed her lips and intertwined her hands behind her back. "You're sad and angry. I get it. I really do. But I know-"
 
"I said you know nothing! Spare me your lies!" Adam raised his voice, and she knew it'd be the best to retreat. Athalia grunted and leaned back on the wall next to him. She hated the fact that he was constantly degrading her. There wasn't a day he wouldn't say something offensive or straight-up mean. One would even wonder how he ended up here in the first place. From the letters she received from Zuriel, she knew Adam had some internal struggles... But that didn't excuse him for acting up like a jerk.

"Fine. I'll shut up, you… You..." Athalia stuttered, unable to find the right words.
 
"You what?" Adam asked in a mocking tone, raising an eyebrow. "Aw, what's wrong? You cannot slur, can you?"
 
Athalia rolled her eyes, irritated. She could barely resist the urge to kick him out of Heaven... But, of course, that'd lead to serious consequences. Besides, she promised to behave. "You're such a brute!" 
 
"And you're annoying midget! I've never met anyone so annoying in my entire life. You easily overshadow everyone!" Adam poked his finger into her chest with a smug grin. He wanted to rile her up, and to his surprise, it worked. She always tried to be so empathetic and helpful... He wondered how angels were if they lost all of their control. "I'm not surprised Zuriel fled the first moment he could. He was probably fed up with your bullshits after a few minutes!"
 
That was a low blow, and Adam knew it. But he'd do anything to see behind her angelic pompous decorum. He wanted for her to show him the true nature of those winged assholes.

"Stop it. At once!" Athalia said firmly, her voice sharp and cold as her fingers wrapped around his hand. She could deal with his rude behavior and mockery. But bringing Zuriel to the debate was way over the edge. She was still deeply wounded after he decided to prolong his duty on Earth. 
 
"My… You have a strong grip," Adam sneered at her cute command. "Oh, no! What are you going to do? Squeeze me to death? Wait! You can't!"
 
Athalia frowned. After all the suffering and years spent at the Temple of Euphony… After all years of separation, she could have her old life back. Instead, she had to guide a self-righteous brat who decided to make her life a living Hell just because he could. Just because he was imagining his afterlife differently.
 
"Now, listen carefully. I'm sorry for your loss, Adam... But this is not my fault." Athalia locked her eyes on him. Yes, she was responsible for causing multiple problems, but in this case, she was innocent.
 
"I don't care!" Adam shook his head and leaned closer. "Fix it."

"I've told you. It is not in my competency," Athalia repeated. 

But Adam wasn't in the mood to hear her out. His mind was clouded by anger and pent-up frustration. He couldn't hold back his feelings. Athalia's words meant nothing to him, and the way she formulated them was strictly mechanical. He hated it. Every vowel, every syllable she's said. He dug his fingers into her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. Damn it! He wanted to see anything. Any emotion. Perhaps a glimpse of hurt or pure hatred... Anything. And he was determined to succeed. One way or another.
 
"Are you sure your dear brother loves you? He fled the first moment he could..." Adam asked, his grip tightening. He didn't care if it was another low blow. And he certainly didn't care about the consequences. He wanted to hurt her. Just like he's been hurt many times before. If she wasn't willing to spill the beans, fine… He'd make her talk. "More than nine hundred years… Wow! That's a mighty long time, even for a pathetic little angel like yourself. Maybe Zuriel finally realized how insufferable and unlovable you are… After all, he chose humankind over his precious sister." Adam sneered and pinched her cheek.
 
"And now you're stuck with me, aren't you?" Adam raised his brows before he leaned in even more, their noses almost touching. He could hear her soft growl, and that only boosted him more. "You're forced to guide me through my afterlife and be by my side. Isn't that right? Hmm?"

Yes. Unfortunately. Hessa stepped up again, and Athalia obeyed since she didn't want to cause more trouble. But to be honest, she was eager for her new task. However, that was before Adam opened his mouth. She was titled a heavenly protector, which was absurd. Mainly, because Hessa was the one to give her the title. At last, she became a guardian angel… Just differently. 
 
"Fix it. Right now. Bring me back my family."
 
Athalia huffed. What was she supposed to do? Fish them out of the fiery pits of Hell? She couldn't go without permission, and even if she was permitted… Souls were always considered a delicacy among ancient demons, especially wanderers.  
 
"I'm fucking serious, Athalia! Bring me back my family." Adam grabbed her chin and scowled at her disregard. Was it so hard for angels to understand family connections? Why didn't she know how important it was for him to have them all back? He'd go himself if they let him, even at the cost of destroying his own soul.
 
"I'm sorry," Athalia whispered. "There's nothing I can do."

There had to be something. There's always something. But it was easier for Athalia to be ignorant. She didn't want to help him, although it was her job.

Fucking angels...
 
"I am your family now. Whether you like it or not." Athalia stated firmly and pursed her lips as he tightened his grip around her chin. 
 
"DON'T YOU DARE TO CALL YOURSELF THAT!" Adam raised his voice, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're nothing to me, you hear? I don't care how much you try to sweet-talk me. It won't work. Not anymore. I'm done with trusting your kind! You brought nothing to my life but eternal loss and sadness."
 
"Adam..."
 
"I hate you so much! You can't possibly imagine how much," Adam remarked and released his grip as he backed out slowly. "I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear you... Just stay away from me. I don't give a shit about your orders. Until you bring me back my family, don't you dare to seek me. Because I'll hurt you. I'll fucking hurt you, Athalia. I don't know how, but I swear I'll figure something out."
 
Athalia sighed heavily and rubbed her temples. This didn't go smoothly. Not at all. She took a hesitant step towards him, her wings drooping - showcasing she meant no harm. "Adam, please. Just listen to me..."

"DO NOT TEMPT ME!" He snarled, taking another additional step back. He didn't want to hear her excuses and her lies anymore. Angels were liars. Even the ones who didn't appear as liars at first. They couldn't be trusted, and it'd be foolish of him to give in after everything they've done to him. Angels fucked up his life through and through.
 
Adam's wings fluffed up. He couldn't operate them very well, but he had no interest in learning that anytime soon. They were hideous.
 
Athalia didn't take another step. Instead, she reached out her hand. However, it was absolutely useless. In a flash, he flapped his wings and disappeared from her sight.
 
She didn't chase after him. Instead, she lowered her head and prayed he wouldn't do anything stupid.
 
 He needs some time... And so do you.

*

After Ini's rampage, Adam didn't leave his apartment for a week. There was no reason. Michael won, and Adam wasn't overly motivated to build the Castrum number two. He wasn't even interested in his flowers and plants - he easily overlooked their saddened leaves.

At least his head didn't ache anymore, but the same couldn't be said about his wings. Where was the last time he preened them? He couldn't remember. But it was nearly impossible to preen them by himself. Adam usually had someone on hand, but not this time. And he couldn't even ask his archangelic friends. Those cocksuckers openly stated their loyalty to the biggest motherfucker in all of Heaven. Michael. Of course, they chose Michael over him. After all, Adam was just a human soul.

Just. Just?!
 
He turned around, chugging the red wine. The streams of dark liquid dribbled between his stubble, tracing the path to his robe. 
 
"Oh, that son of a bitch!" Adam growled under his breath and pointed his index finger at the banana plant. His drunken mind already imagined it was Michael. "Wanna fight, asshole? Come at me, you coward. I'm fucking waiting!"

However, the banana plant didn't reply. How unexpected. How disappointing. Adam wiped his mouth and grabbed the poor plant by its stump. He clenched his teeth and tried to pull it out of the flowerpot, but no matter how much force he used, he couldn't do it. "Jesus fuck! Move, you dumbass bitch! Move!" Adam roared, jolting the stubborn plant with even more power. But suddenly, he heard a loud knock on his door, and he froze. Could it be? Wasn't he just delusional from all the booze he consumed throughout the week? Adam slowly let go of the banana plant and staggered to the hallway.
 
"Yeah, yeah... I'm coming!" Adam yelled as he grabbed the doorknob and answered the door. He hoped to see Michael on his doorstep, but instead, he was met with another disappointment. "Ugh! Who the fuck are you? Is it Sunday already?" Adam mumbled and eyed the woman in front of him. She was clutching a piece of paper in her hand. It looked like a flyer. "Oh, shit! Are you from the volunteer campaign? Look, girlie. Tell Joachim I have no interest in guiding the freshly arrived souls. It's such a pain in the ass. And no, he cannot change my mind. Bye-bye."
 
"But I'm not-... Joachim didn't send me, sir."
 
"Then who? Michael?" 

"Who? Archangel Michael?"
 
"I see you are not the sharpest tool in the box."
 
"What? Excuse me, sir-"
 
"You're wasting my time, sweetie." Adam interrupted her, checking his nails. He was getting tired of this conversation. "Who's your patron saint? Barnaby? Catherine? Aphrodisius?"
 
The young woman swallowed hard. Now, there was no doubt he recognized her as one of the new souls. Throughout the year, she had to wear all-white robes so other angels could identify her. She should've been supervised by the assigned patron saint all the time. And hers was nowhere to be seen. This little trip could get her into trouble if Adam insisted on a further explanation.  
 
"You are Adam, am I correct? The Adam?"
 
"Yeah, babe. The Adam. So what do you want? An autograph? Are you a fangirl or something?" He crossed his arms, trying to cover up the big wine stain on his clothes.
 
"And are you still recruiting?" The young woman asked bluntly and showed him the crumpled paper. 

Adam narrowed his eyes and observed it in details. What the fuck? He didn't remember ordering a shit ton of flyers. He wouldn't sunk so low.
 
"What attributes do you require from your candidates?"
 
"Hot."
 
"Pardon me?"
 
"They gotta be hot."
 
"So…?"
 
"So what?"
 
"Do I get the job, sir?" The young woman asked sheepishly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She was nervous about this weird interaction with her possible future boss. But she couldn't let this opportunity slip through her fingers. She had to be resilient and stand her ground. 
 
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you leave." Adam grumbled under his nose and rubbed his puffy eyes. He wanted this to be over, so he could return to the drinking and beating the shit out of the poor banana plant.
 
"Oh, really? Thank you! You won't regret it."
 
"I already do."
 
"When do we start then? Tomorrow?"
 
"No," Adam sighed and stretched his sore limbs. He couldn't believe it, mostly because he was still drunk. But he officially recruited the first member of his own regiment. "We'll start when Michael comes to his senses. And that might take fucking forever..."

*

The next day, Adam visited Castrum. He was inspired by Michael's legally secured actions, so he went to Sera's office. In short, she agreed and signed the scroll for him. She'd be dumb if she refused. It wasn't the best for her to deal with an open conflict between the two commanders, and she hoped this would partially solve the problem. The proposal stated that Michael must share his weaponry until Ophanims make more for Adam's recruits.
 
"Look, Mikey. Right here. See? It says you can go fuck yourself!" Adam smugly rolled out the scroll. He named the contract 'Sharing is caring.' 
 
Michael pressed his lips into a thin line and took the scroll, studying it. As he read through, a condescending smile emerged on his face. Cute. They really did put an effort into it. "I don't have to provide you a weaponry support. Take the scroll and leave. You're not allowed to be here anyway." 

In the meantime, Gabriel and Raphael noticed something was going on, so they let the young powers train alone and moved closer to Michael.

"Is this a fucking joke? Haven't you noticed the signature at the bottom? That's a signature of the head seraphim. You have to obey. Sera has the final say." Adam grunted at Michael, snatching the scroll back. Where was the problem? He had it secured legally. Similar to when Michael demanded all of Heaven's Castrum.
 
"As usual, you're wrong." Michael crossed his arms. "It's nice you've tried... But it doesn't change the fact your little scroll named 'Sharing is caring' is absolutely pointless."
 
"Why would it be pointless, Mikey? Are you throwing another tantrum?"
 
"Please. I'm not the one acting like a big child most of the time. But if you're so interested, here... Have a look." Michael snapped his fingers. An old scroll appeared in his hand. Adam wanted to stay cool and unbothered, but he couldn't help - he eagerly scanned the words despite the fact he couldn't understand the majority of them. He just knew it was some agreement.
 
"Uh... Can you translate it?" Adam murmured quietly.
 
"Oh, don't worry about it." Michael retorted and pointed at the signature under his own. "This is an ancient treaty. Unbreakable. Signed by no other than God himself."
 
"Signed by... God?" Adam repeated dumbfoundedly, his eyes fixated on the golden cursive.

"Yes. I don't care what Sera thinks or wants. One thing is discharging me from the yearly exterminations. Still, I'm the one pulling all the strings when it comes to the military. Don't forget to close the door on your way out."
 
Adam shook his head in disbelief. It shouldn't have surprised him that Michael pulled out of his ass another magic trick. This time topped with God's name, which made Adam's attempt to colonize Michael's stuff fucking lame.
 
"You arrogant asshole! I didn't choose this myself! I was forced into taking the fucking job. So let's stop comparing dicks for a moment and help me out." Adam suggested, swallowing his pride. Deep down, he knew the easiest way to solve things would be to make peace with Michael. But that selfish prick didn't give a damn. He never cared. From the very first moment, Michael couldn't stand him. Adam never figured out why, though. 
 
"I'm not interested," Michael remarked sharply. Behind him, Gabriel and Raphael shared a look of concern. "Leave, Adam. You're not welcome here."
 
"Are you fucking serious?!"
 
"Goodbye, Adam."

"No! You can't get rid of me, you angelic piece of shit!" He fumed. "Why are you like this? What the fuck have I ever done to you?"
 
"Goodbye, Adam," Michael repeated, sliding his hand over to the handle of his sword.
 
"No, no, no... You're not going to scold me like a fucking child or something. Have some respect! You're talking to the Father of humanity." Adam warned him, clenching his fists. He had enough of it. Enough of being underappreciated. He deserved much better and much more. And yet, Heaven did him dirty... Giving him another pathetic task he never asked for.
 
"What does the Father of humanity have to do with me?" Michael scoffed and arched his eyebrow. "We both know you've failed more times than succeeded. You sucked as a human, and you haven't really redeemed your reputation up here in Heaven. You're still a whiny loser. But I don't care. Leave, or I'll make you leave. Choose wisely, muddy Addy."
 
"What did you just call me, shithead?!" Adam raised his voice and rolled up his sleeves. That was way over the edge. He had a fucking hard time forgetting the stupid nickname, but he finally managed to get it out of his head. Until Michael reminded him again.

"You heard me." Michael's fingers wrapped around the handle tightly. Behind him, Raphael snickered and covered up his mouth to hide his growing grin. Gabriel scowled at him and smacked the back of his head.
 
Adam balled his hands into fists and marched towards Michael with a clear intention to slap that narcissistic smirk out of his face. Nobody could mock him like this, especially not someone related to Lucifer. He raised his hand, but Gabriel stepped in way before he could attempt to hit him.
 
"What the fuck are you doing? Move away!" Adam cried and tried to get through Gabriel, but there was no chance. The archangel's dexterity was on another level. "UGH, GABRIEL! YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF! MOVE AWAY, BITCH!"
 
"First, calm down. Please, calm down, Adam. Take a deep breath in..."
 
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT DO TO! STICK YOUR BREATHING EXERCISES UP IN YOUR ASS!"
 
Gabriel huffed and rolled his eyes. Typical Adam. Why was he even trying for a diplomatic approach? He looked over his shoulder and saw Raphael struggling to keep Michael on a leash. Raphael had him in a chokehold, but his arms were already slipping. It'd take maybe half a minute until Michael breaks free. And then, they're doomed.

"Go," Gabriel commanded sternly and caught Adam's fist in mid-air. "Please, leave. For your own good, leave."
 
Adam shook his head.
 
So this is how it's going to be? Me against archangels? Me against the entire Heaven? Predestined to fail because I don't have a fucking connections? Bullshit! 
 
A loud snarl was heard from behind, and Adam knew it was time to retreat. Michael didn't scare him one bit, but fighting him without an actual weapon would equal suicide.
 
"Fine," Adam retorted, and Gabriel finally released his hand. He straightened up and glared at the archangels for the last time before he stormed out of the room. And yes, he left the door open.

Chapter Text

"What do we have here? Slacking off during evening conversations, huh?"

"Leave me be, Yahoel. I'm not in the mood to listen how pathetic and disobedient I am..."

"Those are your words, dearie. Not mine."

Athalia sighed heavily. Several seraphim, engrossed in their conversations about God and other divine topics, turned their head. Yahoel just rolled his eyes and sat beside Athalia. After all the time, he was used to her unpolished behavior. And no matter how innovative methods he applied, he couldn't make her engage in their heavenly duties. But he didn't care anymore. Of course, for as long as Athalia wasn't too distracting for others. 

"I didn't expect to find you here," Yahoel noted quietly. Besides the fact Athalia lived in the Temple of Euphony as any other seraph, the last time she joined the choir was about three hundred years ago. "You look miserable."

"Yahoel, I'm not sure if my emotional state is a decent topic for an evening conversation..." Athalia murmured, her face hidden behind the curtain of her long hair.

Smartass. Of course, she talked back. What's worse, she scolded him. The Choirmaster himself. She was lucky he grew fond of her. Otherwise, he'd make her life a living hell. 

Yahoel leaned back against the pew. He looked up at the dome where various scenes were painted. He couldn't really call them biblical yet, but they were close to the actual thing.

"Hey..." He whispered and patted Athalia's halo to get her full attention. She mumbled something incoherently and brushed a few strands of her hair from her view. "Have I ever mentioned to you the story of how I and your grandpa killed Leviathan's wife?"

"Oh, yeah. You have mentioned it... Like hundreds of times."

"Good old days," Yahoel sighed with a nostalgic smile as his eyes were still fixated on the ceiling painting of him and Akrasiel fighting side by side. "Back then, we didn't have as many powers as we do now… So, other ranks had to lend a hand. We fought together as one when evil forces endangered our world."

Athalia looked down, processing his words. Yeah, she heard about the war. It didn't last long but was brutal nonetheless. Zuriel didn't have to enlist because he was excused by Hessa. However, many others had to join the army.

"You're not an exemplary seraph, Athalia. In fact, you'll never be an exemplary seraph..."

"Oh, wow… That's so encouraging, Yahoel."

"You're not a power, despite being... Uh, what are you again? A sergeant?" Yahoel's lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Are you trying to insult me, old man?"

"Me? Never... And you're certainly not a virtue, even if your ability to form snowstorms is… impressive."

"We don't talk about the snowstorm!"

Yahoel snickered at her adorable reaction and patted her halo again. "Calm down. I'm trying to say that being new in anything can be challenging and frustrating, but don't let that get into your head. Underneath all those layers is just a scared little angel..."

"Yahoel, shut up! You're making it worse!" Athalia huffed and pulled on her hair. He was such a terrible emotional support. Almost anything he said could be easily misinterpreted as an insult. 

Underneath all those layers is just a scared little angel… Or a human. 

"Don't let the circumstances blind you..." Yahoel advised in a mellow voice, moving his hand from Athalia's halo to her shoulder.

"You know…. Sometimes, you're extremely detailed, and other times straight-up obscure. I don't get you, Yahoel. You should try to find balance in your life." Athalia retorted cheekily.

"Said the most chaotic angel ever." 

She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She didn't like the fact he was right. "I… I'm doing my best, Yahoel." Athalia said, remembering vividly the last argument she had with Adam. It got out of her control. "But he's so… maladaptive. "

"Hm, I wonder. Who does this remind me of?" Yahoel leaned back, stroking his chin as his eyes darted on Athalia's face. Her expression was priceless. He hit the nail on the head.

"What? No! You're obviously missing the point..." Athalia shifted restlessly. She was sure it wasn't right to compare her to Adam because they were totally different. How could she have something in common with a human soul? As a celestial being, she was supposed to be above everything. Yet she wasn't. 

"Don't let the circumstances blind you..." Yahoel emphasized and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"B-but... I'm not sure if I get it. I don't know what you're trying to tell me. You gotta be more specific." Athalia voiced out, turning her head away from him. The ideas he presented to her, or at least fragments of ideas he presented to her, were bold… It surprised her. Yahoel, the obedient, loyal servant of the Lord and the Choirmaster, gave her bold ideas. Interesting. Very interesting.

"I think I know what is going on..."

"Do you?"

"Yes. You're trying to make me sin so you'd get rid of me forever."

"Ah, shoot! Am I that transparent?"

"Yeah, pretty much. You gotta work on your technique, old man."

Yahoel opened his mouth to continue their little back-and-forth banter, but then he noticed someone awkwardly standing in the doorway. That was strange. Nobody dared to interrupt the evening conversations and other sacred rituals… If there wasn't a serious reason behind it. Yahoel frowned and beckoned to the angel. Athalia rolled her eyes and stared at the dome while the angel whispered something into Yahoel's ear. When he finally left them alone, the playful glint disappeared from Yahoel's eyes.

"W-what? Stop giving me that look. I'm innocent!"

"Oh yeah, right. But what about your human?"

"Huh?!" Athalia blinked. She felt her chest tightening and a lump forming in her throat. "What did he do?"

She expected anything, but to find Adam playing the shofar before the Temple of Euphony wasn't it.

Where would he even find one?!

But it didn't matter right now. What mattered was Adam's audacity. Nobody was allowed to speak loudly, sing, or play instruments near the Temple of Euphony.

"Lord have mercy..." Athalia sighed and put her hand on her mouth. Other angels encircled Adam while young seraphim peeked from the doors and windows.

"YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME, BITCH! I'M THE MOST INSUFFERABLE BEING IN ALL OF THE CREATION!" Adam shouted and blew into the shofar again.

Yahoel's eyes pierced through the back of Athalia's head. He nudged her to move her ass and finally do something. And so Athalia's hands joined in a small prayer as she walked down the stairs. Adam managed to show up after a week of ignoring her pleas. Her knuckles still hurt from all the knocking on his door. 

"Can you stop?! This is a sacred place!"

"Like I care."

"You should."

"No, I shouldn't. I'm not a fucking angel!" Adam rolled his eyes with a cocky grin. "Besides, wouldn't it be nice if I caused you more trouble? It's soooo tempting."

"Please don't. Let's talk it out."

"But I don't want to talk it out."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not talking with freaks like you..."

Athalia's left eye uncontrollably twitched. She was so fed up with him. Only God knows if it was possible to hurt someone after their death, but she'd definitely give it a try...

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"You? Ha, you think this is about you? Pffft… Of course. Angels are shallow bottom feeders who never see the whole picture. I shouldn't be surprised." Adam scoffed, blowing into the shofar. He didn't even know what he was doing here. But hell, wasn't it just fun to get on her nerves? After all, he got the fucking eternity to piss her off… What would angels do if he misbehaved for far too long? Send him down to Hell? Good. At least he'd have a chance to search for his family.

Athalia gritted her teeth and wrapped her fingers around the shofar. It surprised him, but he didn't let it show on his face. Instead, his smirk widened in challenge as he yanked on the shofar, joining the game of tug-of-war with her.

"Let go!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Adam!"

"Make me!"

"You're lucky you're not mortal anymore… I'd burn you to a crisp!"

"Ha, ha! Now we're talking… C'mon. I know you can do better, Feather girl." Adam's eyes sparkled up. Now, that was interesting… It finally added some spice to their boring dynamic.

They both pulled on each side of the shofar while other angels watched them, amused and horrified. From afar, Yahoel face-palmed himself. This wasn't how he imagined Athalia handling the situation. However, he shouldn't have put so much faith in her. Everyone knew she was a disgrace. A lovely disgrace, but still a disgrace nevertheless. But he couldn't believe his eyes when he finally dared to peek through his fingers. In front of the two appeared a tall figure surrounded by warm light, and all angels, closer or further to the action, started to retreat with a deep bow.

Athalia immediately released the grip and swallowed heavily. Her gaze dropped to her feet. Only Adam stood upright and shamelessly stared at the alluring celestial creature. Strange. The light slightly tingled on his skin… He'd compare it to staying for too long underneath the blazing sun.

Athalia noticed how his golden eyes were glued on the creature. Almost like he couldn't look away. She pressed her hand on his neck and forced him into a awkward bow.

"Don't look her in the eyes, moron!" Athalia admonished, but it was already too late. Adam's eyes were uncontrollably watering, and his breathing got more erratic. After he caught a glimpse of their divinity, he felt like he'd go insane in minutes, if not seconds.

"What do we have here, hmm?" A deep, graceful voice spoke to them, and Adam wasn't sure if he ever heard such a beautiful voice in his entire life. 

But he didn't have much time to think about it. His jaw dropped as Athalia fearlessly gazed up. Now, he wanted to be the one who'd knock some sense into her, but she hadn't suffered from the same symptoms. Her eyes were wide open but not teary.

"Athira..." She addressed the creature as she bobbed a curtsy to her. "This… I can explain-"

But Athira raised her hand and stopped Athalia from further explanation. "Why haven't you headed inside the temple to begin with?" She asked, her voice serene but stern.

"I… You know the law. No one is-" Athalia stuttered, but she was interrupted again.

"You have my permission. Now, go."

"Y-yes. Thank you, Athira..." She made another curtsy and hastily tugged on Adam's sleeve to make him move. Athalia felt her cheeks flaring up with ignominy as she dragged him inside the Temple of Euphony. Hessa allowed to enter only the highest and chastest among all... So seraphim angels and Michael. After all, it was considered the most sacred place as it served as a bridge between Heaven and the higher astral realm.

"Stop treating me like a child! I can walk by myself just fine..." Adam grumbled, his cheeks heating up. What an embarrassing encounter… He couldn't stand Athira's holiness, while Feather girl here could. What made her better than him? What made her more worthy than him? She was straight-up pathetic. At least, he was someone… Or he used to be someone. Still, it was more than a mediocre angel could ever accomplish, right?

Athalia didn't listen to him and dragged him through the corridors. Adam's eyes darted around, but there was little to admire… Nothing breathtaking, no decorations, just plain stone walls and rib vaults above their heads.

"Gosh, why are you all so hyped up about this place? Even my first cave looked better than this..." Adam pointed out with a sardonic smirk. But this time, Athalia didn't react, so to force a reaction out of her, he moved the shofar closer to his mouth and gently blew into it. Nothing. Only a slight tightening around his sleeve. Unfortunately, that wasn't satisfying enough. Adam needed more. This time, he took a deep breath, but Athalia snatched the shofar just before his attempt. Adam frowned and opened his mouth to say something offensive, but she suddenly pushed him against the wall. That, indeed, surprised him.

"Oh?! Aren't we moving too quick?" Adam snickered, not putting any effort into escaping. He was thrilled to see where this would lead since Athalia was already acting out of character. It seemed that the fiasco before the Temple of Euphony only served to rile her up. Good. It didn't work out the last time because she outsmarted him, but today was his fucking day.

"Shut up and listen! Please, for the love of God, listen to me!" Athalia raged, clutching his robe until her knuckles practically turned white.

"Bite me!" Another evil grin curled up on his lips. This was better than he expected. Maybe, if he stayed persistent, he'd really drive her insane. The eye twitch and her enlarged nostrils made him almost sure of such a prediction.

Athalia couldn't keep her emotions on a leash anymore. That last grin pushed her over the edge.

Adam's eyes widened at the look of her angelic essence emerging on the surface. She was now towering over him and glowing… Glowing so bright, it made his eyes water again. Shit. It shouldn't have happened again, but it was stronger than him - so strong he couldn't maintain eye contact for more than ten seconds.

Unexpectedly, it was a different pain than he experienced while looking at Athira - intense but short-lived. 

"You might be my bane... My eternal punishment for my reckless actions, but be aware I won't tolerate being mocked or laughed at! If you're my bane, I'll be your doom. Every day, hour, minute till the end of the universe."

"Fuck you! You should be the one listening to me, you hear?! You are the one who should be serving me for the eternity, bitch! Not the other way around!" Adam raised his voice and squinted his eyes harder. Damn, the fucking light surrounding her was flaming like a torch.

Forget what I said about the pain earlier… This is not tolerable at all!

But his pride didn't allow him to admit his mistake and feel sorry for his bratty behavior. No, he couldn't. Everything he did was supposed to be forgiven. His past life experiences with angels were always disastrous. He befriended Zuriel one day, so the other day, the archangel could give him a cold shoulder. Michael loathed him from the very beginning without a specific reason, and Lucifer earned a special place for fucking up his life.

Ugh! And don't get me started about the Watchers. Disgusting horny pigs!

Adam bit into his tongue, suppressing a grunt of pain. It seemed like Athalia's body was set on fire, and he was worried it passed to his robe as well. 

"Athalia..." A hand gently fell onto her shoulder, and she instantly calmed down. Her igniting persona died off within seconds, and her grip loosened up. "There, there… Shh, it's okay. You have already a lot on your shoulders. I'm so sorry. I should've known..."

As Adam heard Athira's coo, he tried to open one eye to test the waters. Bad decision. So, instead, he relied on his hearing.

Was that a sob? The fuck? Is she weeping?!

Athalia leaned into Athira, who immediately wrapped her arms around her. She muttered something into her hair, but Adam couldn't recognize the words. Maybe it was a coded language of angels. Who knows.

Soon, Adam heard someone else approaching them. This time, a male voice, deep and smooth, spoke with a hint of irritation. But Athira didn't pay attention to it.  

"Please, take Athalia to her room, Yahoel."

"Fine. As you wish. But I hope my choirs won't be disturbed during midnight prayers and lullabies."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure of it." Athira remarked confidently, which made Adam slightly uncomfortable. What could that mean, making sure of it? Did it have something to do with him? Because he made Athalia cry and profane the ugly ass temple? Shit. What could they possibly do to him other than turn him into ashes or give him a one-way ticket to Hell? Were there other methods to punish him? Perhaps more painful ones?

"No. Nothing like that, actually..." Athira answered calmly. It caught him off guard, and he subconsciously pressed himself more against the cold stone wall. He had no idea those fuckers could get into his head… Was Athalia also able to do that?

"Don't be afraid. Reading minds is solely my gift. Please, follow me." Athira explained monotonously and began to walk through the corridor. Adam wanted to protest, but then something weird happened. His legs started to move without his command, almost like they had their own mind. Adam gasped and tried to stop them, but it was useless.

She's definitely not a seraph... She's stronger.

"I wouldn't choose that word… Strength is usually associated with too much violence."

"Who are you?" Adam asked as he blindly followed her. Literally.

"I am Athira. One of the Ancient angels. We've met before, don't you remember?"

"We've met before?" Adam repeated in disbelief. Was she implying that she was one of the angels that hurt him and his loved ones during his prime on Earth? Because if so-

"No, no, no. We've met at the beginning."

"At the beginning of what?"

"At the beginning of you, of course."

Adam scowled. Oh, that beginning. Yes, he remembered… But not specifically Athira since there were too many angels bowing to him. Besides, he still didn't know what she looked like. Back then, her aura couldn't be as unbearable as now, which was weird. He'd thought folks alive would experience more difficulties handling divine power than human souls in Heaven. Or a soul. His shoulders significantly dropped as he was reminded of that depressing reality again.

"You cannot see me because you're blinded by hatred. You're not pure of heart anymore." Athira explained to him stoically as she opened the door and commanded him to follow her inside.

Adam gulped. Now, he was sure that Athira was guiding him into a torture chamber.

"It's not up to me to change someone's thinking. A process like that only relies on an individual's behalf."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I just wanted to show you something..."

"What?"

Adam's eyes suddenly opened. He gasped, already squinting them from the fear of facing Athira's holiness. But she wasn't standing in front of him. Actually, as he looked around, she was nowhere to be found.

Angels...

"This is the heart of our temple and the cradle of our civilization..." Athira's voice echoed in his ears. Adam gazed over his shoulder, but she wasn't standing behind him. "Please, let me introduce you..."

Adam didn't pay much attention to her words since he was still trying to search for her physical form. Well, until a group of small creatures pounced on him and knocked him off his feet.

"What in God's name..." He mumbled. There, just a few inches from him, were peeking from behind the grass blades sparkly black eyes. Many black eyes, all identical in shape and size.

Hold on. Is there a grass?!

Adam's hand swept around, realizing that something oddly similar to soil got underneath his nails. "Am I… home?"

Athira's sonorous laughter echoed across the room, making the small creatures bounce from excitement and joy. Adam couldn't really take his eyes off them.

Bizarre jiggly beasts...

"Sadly, no. You're still inside the temple."

Adam shook his head stubbornly. It was hard to believe that since everything looked like from Earth. The soil, the grass, and there was also a tree… A tree reminding him of the Tree of Life. Adam felt a twinge of guilt striking through his core as he remembered the last time he's seen it.

"They're sisters. The one on Earth sprouted from a branch of our tree, and so they're connected to each other forever."

Connected to each other. Forever. Identical trees, soil, and grass... Was that a twisted joke? Was Athira trying to make him feel even more miserable, hinting that he'd never reach such a level of happiness again? He still didn't understand what this was all about, but he doubted Athira wouldn't have any wicked intentions.

"Do you recognize them?" Athira asked rather than persuading him. Adam focused back on the small, colorless creatures with protruding black eyes. Naturally, these beasts were curious, eyeing him with their mouth opened to an 'O' shape. But no matter how much Adam stared at them, he couldn't help... They all looked identical. Over the years, he witnessed the birth of a few sets of twins or even triplets, but nothing like this… He counted at least ten of them.

What in the actual hell? What does she mean? I ain't their father… I don't recognize shit.

"Is this a nursery?" Adam arched his eyebrows and looked around again. The heart of the Temple of Euphony was spacious. In the distance, a stream flowed around the tree, providing a nonstop life-giving source.

"Well, in a way… Yes. I take care of them until they're ready."

"Ready for what?"

"For moving to their new homes, of course."

"So… You'll get rid of them?" Adam narrowed his eyes. Something instinctual sparked in him as he heard Athira confirming she'd get rid of them, eventually. And despite the fact, that baby angels were monsters like their adult counterparts, he had a strange urge to protect them. Probably because they were still babies. Even if they were slightly creepy.

"They would never grow up inside the temple. They need stimuli and lots of love. But don't worry, I'll choose the best homes for them. Sometimes, they even help me with that."

"What? They help you? How? They're just babies!"

Athira laughed out jovially, causing the baby angels to bounce again. However, this time, some of the bravest of the bunch staggered closer to Adam, poking his arms and legs or spreading out the shiny feathers of his wings.

The audacity of angels… At this point, I shouldn't be surprised. They're obviously born like that. 

He chuckled at his own thought and carefully held out his hand. Funny. He didn't feel hatred towards the little rascals. Quite the opposite, actually. With each passing minute, his heart was filling up with affection.

Fuck! No! No, no, no! NO! OH, HELL NO! 

"So this is your evil plan, lady? You're trying to overwhelm me with cuteness so I'd forget about the crimes of your people? Smart. But it won't work." Adam proclaimed. The tiny hands of the baby angels wrapped around Adam's fingers, giving them a tight squeeze.

"What's the point of forgetting? If we all forgot about our past, we'd have no future. I just wanted to show you that not even we are born wicked."

"Then tell me why all the angels I've met were seriously fucked up? Are you telling me I have bad luck?" Adam scoffed, his eyes darting around the room. 

"All? You're forgetting quite fast..."

"Name one that didn't bring sadness into my life."

"What about those who brought both sadness and happiness?"

"One happy thought cannot overshadow a sea of sorrow I've experienced."

"Maybe you should stop comparing the two and accept that one without the other simply cannot exist. At least, no more."

Adam frowned and looked at his feet. Yeah, he admitted there was something about it. And it was his mistake. None of it would've happened if he had been more demanding and controlling. Goodness and evilness coexisted together from the very beginning. But humans were protected from the influence of the dark forces until that unfortunate incident with the forbidden fruit... He used to think his children would be welcomed in Eden… It made sense to him since they weren't responsible for their parents' fault, but no. The sin was hereditary, passing on every generation like a plague.

"No one should forget their past and their actions. But if this place brings you a sliver of happiness, so be it. You may visit anytime you want, Adam. I'm not against it." Athira spoke softly.

"But I cannot stay, huh? It's like teasing me with a candy I cannot have, hmm? Nice move." Adam retorted skeptically and ruffled the hair of one of the baby angels. He wasn't hopping on the train of more lies and blind hopes. During the hard life he lived, he settled for no expectations. The life outside Eden's borders toughened him so much that it was hard to believe in something nice again. Especially if the offer was coming from an angel.

"I understand your pain."

"You possibly cannot understand that, lady."

"Why do you think so?"

"You've never lost a family member."

"I lost my son."

Adam blinked. An angel losing someone close? He didn't think it was possible, but hey… If they're banished, it means losing them forever. However, a part of him wanted to disagree and insist that his pain was far greater than anyone else.

"What did he do to deserve the fall?"

The answer didn't come up straight after Adam's question. In fact, it took Athira a few seconds. Maybe she was the mother of a Watcher and didn't know how to address the horrendous crimes of her son.

Oh, sorry, Adam. My son fucked with your daughters and granddaughters, and instead of taking care of them and the babies, he just fled. Oops! I should've probably taught him how sex works, but you know, eh… Here in Heaven, sex is still a big taboo. 

"No. Nothing like that." Athira denied sternly. "Let's just say his pride completely absorbed him."

Chapter Text

After Athira confessed about the identity of her son, he didn't know if he should've laughed or yelled at her. Funny, he wasn't too far from his own assumptions. At last, she wasn't a mother of a Watcher who fucked up the lives of his daughters and granddaughters, but a mother of the Light-bringer himself… That one fucked up his life. Twice. It was pure nightmare fuel to meet someone in close relations with Lucifer without the ability to take his revenge. Athira was too powerful, and that was a fact. No matter what, he couldn't really do anything to seriously harm her. But it all made sense now. She had to be mocking him as she led him to the heart of the temple, teasing him with an environment awfully similar to his original home. Maybe she planned to lock him up in there and let the baby angels devour him. After everything he's been through, he wouldn't be too surprised if they were carnivorous with a preference for human flesh.
 
But to his surprise, Athira let him go. She didn't hold him hostage. And she probably didn't consider him a food source for the little ones either. A few blinks of his eyes and he appeared somewhere else. Grass and soil were gone. Instead, he was surrounded by high stone walls lit by moonlight.
 
Adam hugged himself, rubbing his arms to create more warmth. He was still not used to the cold, breezy nights in Heaven… And the absence of torches only heightened the shuddering sensations. He felt similar the first few days spent outside Eden. Until then, he didn't comprehend what harsh weather conditions were like. Except for the one bizarre day when something cold fell from the sky. At first glance, it looked solid, but as soon as it made contact with his skin, it miraculously dissolved.

"It's fucking freezing here," Adam commented in a gruff tone as his teeth chattered. He looked around the empty hallway, deciding which direction he'd go. The temple of Euphony really looked like a maze. A bland, dark, cold maze full of seraphim angels... Who seemed to be absent.
 
 What the hell? Where is everyone? Are they asleep? 
 
He also noticed his stolen shofar was gone. Athira probably kept it so he wouldn't cause more turmoil. Great. No fun allowed in this place. Got it. So angels were not only psychos but also tasteless psychos without a sense of humor. What could be possibly worse than that?
 
"Hello?" Adam called out, his voice echoing throughout the empty hallway. This place was spooky without the daily light and all the angels rushing around. Everything just looked inhospitable. Foreign. He hated it. He hated all of this. Not even meeting with the baby angels could change his mind. Maybe because not only his surroundings were foreign, but also he was foreign. And somehow, he couldn't bring himself to think that Heaven was meant for him. He wasn't supposed to end up here, all alone. As days passed, his soul became more restless because it knew where it belonged. Despite Athalia's empty words, Heaven wasn't adjusted to the human souls since Ophanims rarely got in touch with humankind. But as soon as more souls arrived, they'd start rebuilding the place. After all, Heaven wasn't meant to be a punishment but a reward for living a good and virtuous life.

Then what the hell am I doing here? 
 
With a final sigh of reconciliation, he plodded across the hallways like a lost puppy. He had no clue how to find a way out. If he only knew how to open those tall stained glass windows...
 
"Dammit… Helloooo? Is anybody here?" Adam asked into the darkness again, his voice trembling from cold. He made a mental note to talk with Athalia about his clothes - a thin linen robe wasn't exactly suitable for chilly weather. His feet were freezing so much he couldn't feel his toes anymore.
 
 I swear, if I get frostbites, I'll - 
 
Adam blinked. In the distance appeared the spark, levitating about five feet above the ground. It didn't move until he dared to step closer. Then, the spark briskly pushed forward, and Adam suddenly had trouble keeping up. Luckily for him, the little spark occasionally stopped. And just like that, little by little, Adam was finally getting somewhere. He hoped the spark would guide him to the exit, but it didn't seem like it. Instead, the spark flew above the stairs.
 
Adam huffed in annoyance and shook his head. He wanted to get out, not to get even more lost than he already was. He even tried to explain to the spark, but it was useless. And also pathetic.
 
Whatever. I was pathetic a long time before, so who cares? 
 
But he most likely wouldn't admit it out loud. He had his pride, hadn't he? With that final thought, he followed the spark.

At this point, he was chilled to the bone. Five more minutes of wandering around, and he'd have turned into a block of ice. No doubt. He still couldn't grasp the concept of how angels could endure freezing temperatures with such grace, waltzing around in thin, loose dresses and robes without ever catching a cold. However, as he thought about that… Angels were literally on fire. Well, at least Athalia was. No wonder the cold never bothered them. Unfortunately for Adam, his soul didn't have a personal heating source. Or maybe, fortunately. He couldn't imagine being swirled in eternal flames till the end of the universe. Somehow, that idea sounded even worse than a vacation in Hell.
 
The spark grew impatient as it waited for Adam's sluggish steps. It spiraled around him until Adam couldn't see anything but flashing dots and sparkles dancing before his eyes. It was annoying as fuck.
 
"I hate you… I hate this… Ugh, you disgust me." Adam huffed and lowered his head, trying to focus on the stairs rather than the useless, hyperactive spark that floated around him. But it couldn't be completely useless as it led him somewhere.

He was standing in front of Athalia's door. He swore all the roads led to his worthless guide. She was like a cockroach. Indestructible, repulsive, and annoying. And this time, she was really pissed off, so he could end up not only with severe frostbite but also with 3rd-degree burns as well. Not cool.
 
"What are you doing here? How did you even find me? Oh, shoo. Go home, Adam." She eyed him mercilessly, her nose scrunching up as she remembered how many troubles he caused her already.
 
"Did you just say 'shoo'? What am I to you? A fly? You can't shoo me away. This is not how it works..."
 
"And I suppose you know how everything works, correct? Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were there when elders created laws and rules."
 
"Cut the bullshit and let me in. I'm freezing."
 
"I missed the part when it says it's my problem..."
 
"Of course, it's your problem. You serve me. Now get out of my way, bitch. I need to get warm." Adam insisted and squeezed past her, seeking the warmth inside her room, but it was equally cold to the rest of the temple. Maybe even more since the windows were wide open. Crazy bitch. His teeth chattered at the sight, so he didn't hesitate and slammed them closed. God, her room was like an icy palace… How was he supposed to get warm in here? Everything would get even colder if he wrapped himself in those blankets scattered on her bed. But then, an idea popped up in his mind. He took the fluffiest blanket and threw it around her shoulders. Then he commanded in a firm tone. "Warm it up."
 
"Do I look like a heater?"
 
"You nearly burned me to a crisp. I'm sure you can warm that blanket just fine. C'mon, don't be selfish… I'm asking for a small favor."
 
Athalia snorted and pulled the blanket from her shoulders resolutely. She didn't remember agreeing to serve anyone. Sure. Her being a guide and guardian meant she had to stick around, but it still didn't involve granting wishes. 

"Leave. You're not welcome here," Athalia murmured adamantly, tossing the blanket onto her bed. After everything he caused her since his arrival, she couldn't make more excuses to tolerate him because he was intolerable. Hell, he made her look like a fool in front of Athira. And that pitiful show before the Temple of Euphony was unnecessary. She wasn't the one who locked herself up and didn't respond. It was him, yet he still dared to play a victim.

"Oh, shut up…" Adam rolled his eyes and plopped on her bed, wrapping himself in the blankets. There was no way he'd leave now. Who would risk going outside when he had everything essential right here? Besides, Athira gave him the green light. He could stay in the Temple of Euphony for as long as he desired. The case was closed.
  
Athalia pressed her lips into a thin line as she watched him getting all comfy in her bed. In her own bed… What an insolent little brat. He looked like a worm underneath the pile of blankets, and it seemed he was collecting more – even the crumpled one on the floor.
 
"Have you seen the heart of our temple?" She asked monotonously and opened up the windows again. She sat on the ledge, one leg pulled to her chest. This was the best view in Heaven - each street and corner bathing in moonlight.
 
"Ugh, Feather girl! Close the fucking windows..." Adam grumbled morosely and pulled the blankets over his head, trying to trap in most of the heat.
 
"Sorry, not sorry, but I need some fresh air."
 
"Liar. You're doing it on purpose. Like a form of revenge or something."
 
"Not everything revolves around you," She retorted and leaned back against the frame, her hands clasped in her lap as she looked up at the stars. Tonight was ideal for stargazing if she had someone to go with. After everything that happened in the past, stargazing clubs were banned, and only young virtues were allowed to learn about the movements of planets, stars, and other celestial objects. After everything that happened in the past, Heaven just wasn't the same… And many angels as well, including her.
 
"Hey, uh… Will you be in a lot of trouble because of me?" Adam asked randomly, snuggling up to the pillow. Only the top part of his head was peeking from underneath the blankets. Under other circumstances, she'd find it rather amusing, maybe even cute. But now all she could think about was his tricky question – probably asked to make her feel even worse about herself. Because she's failed again. Despite having Athira's permission at the last minute… It didn't change the fact she was supposed to predict it and be there soon enough to prevent him from embarrassing her and defiling their most sacred place.
 
"Hey… I was wondering… Were you really crying there when you almost burned me to a crisp?"

Athalia chuckled dryly and rubbed her eyes. Yeah. It seemed like she did. It surprised her. She wasn't usually crying over such petty things, but at that moment, it overwhelmed her. At least, she assumed. All the pent-up emotions from recent weeks accumulated in her, and she just lost control. Something that should have shouldn't happen because angels never lose control. That was another thing she could add to her self-loathing list.
 
"Don't laugh, bitch! It hurt!"
 
"Whoops. Sorry about that..."
 
"No, you're not."
 
"... Right."
 
"Oh?! Are you for real? No guiltiness at all? Fucking rude." He tossed in her bed restlessly, rolling over so he'd face the wall instead of her. But he had to admit, those blankets were comfortable enough to put him into a faint slumber, which didn't sound as horrible. He didn't remember one peaceful night in Heaven since he was constantly stressed. However, all that sleep deprivation would've sooner or later caught up with him, and it seemed today was the day… Or night. He was finally warming up and wasn't alone in the room. No wonder his eyelids were starting to feel heavy, and his mouth opened in a series of yawns.
 
"Can you speak some more?" Adam muttered, fighting his own tiredness. He didn't want to fall asleep just yet. Still, something primal stirred inside him, telling him how he should've been more cautious about Athalia. God knows what she'd try to do with him while he'd be asleep.
 
"Huh?"
 
"You heard me. Speak. Please."
 
"You're nuts."
 
"Pleeease… I don't care about what. You can very well just insult me, but keep talking. I hate silence."
 
Athalia mumbled something grumpily and turned back to the scenery on the other side. He had to be crazy to hate silence. Nothing was possibly more soothing. What would she give to have a piece of it every day... But the Temple of Euphony was never a quiet place. There was always something going on - seraphim duties, singing classes, or serene chatter of passing by angels. Even now, she could hear the bits of midnight lullabies led by the Choirmaster himself.

Adam dramatically sighed because she didn't obey him. Despite adding 'please.' This was hopeless. Why was she such a pain in the ass? He didn't ask her to break into Hell and save his family like the last time… He asked her to speak. That was it. He wouldn't lower his standards more. No way.

"Fine. I'll tell you a story. Anything to make you stop being so annoying... In the beginning, there was nothing. And that nothingness was oozing with dense darkness and silence. Just then, a speck of light appeared in that emptiness. And out of that speck was created the first celestial being who helped to shape the world we're all so familiar..."

Adam tried to focus on her voice more than on her actual words, given that he experienced a couple of micro-sleeps in the process because he was fighting not to completely doze off. He couldn't. He might've felt comfortable, but not that comfortable.

"… There were six Ancient angels that helped our Lord to make his dream come true. Athira – the eldest, ignited the first spark of the Lord's passion, and she's never stopped inspiring him ever since. Espiridion was the one who helped to connect our worlds emotionally, implanting one of the greatest and the most powerful feelings of all – love - deep inside of us. Kanak, the Ancient angel of Ophanims, was always more physical. He created mountains and designed all the raw materials of Earth - mainly mined and plant-based."

As Athalia continued to tell the story, Adam found himself drooling. Gosh, she seemed to be really obsessed with it since there wasn't a single day she wouldn't mention it. However, he couldn't care less. He was just glad she kept talking.

"Azur helped the Lord set the hierarchy of living beings and overall order of the world… Nanabah is responsible for inborn impulses known as instincts… Lavreli embodies hope as the co-creator of water sources and earthly flora."

Who gives a damn about those feathery cocksuckers? I certainly don't … Speak about something else, woman. About something more entertaining… I'm going to have nightmares from that story.

Adam's inner voice groaned, unsatisfied with the choice of the topic. Why would he even want to hear about that bullshit? Because he roamed over the Earth for a thousand years? Nah. The only part that piqued his interest was about Espiridion and his job to create a torturous feeling known as love. And he for sure fucked up, didn't he?

"Once, a crocodile almost bit my butt off..." Adam mumbled in his half-sleep state, showcasing what a good story should sound like. A really long time ago -  when familiarizing with the terrain, he came across a peaceful-looking pond. Peaceful was an understatement. If Eve wasn't there with him and didn't give him a helping hand, he wouldn't be here to tell Athalia. Oh, wait. He would. Never mind.
 
"I still have a big-ass scar all over my right butt cheek." He added proudly as his hand subconsciously rubbed that exact spot. Damn, he could feel it even through the fabric of his robe.
 
 I swear, the crocodile's jaws imprinted themselves on my soul's ass too. 
 
Still, he found it hilarious and couldn't help but laugh a little. "Fucking reptiles. They surely have a thing for me, don't they?"
 
That was the first time he heard her snicker at something he said. If he wasn't so tired, it'd definitely boost his ego.
 
He rolled on his other side, inconspicuously taking the blanket off his face. Athalia was still sitting on the ledge, her body swaying from side to side, dangerously close to the edge.
 
She's like a cat… Finding the most dangerous spots to chill out. Why can't she just sit on the damn floor? 
 
He frowned, silently judging her. Maybe he'd even let her sit on the bed. Maybe. Most likely not, but maybe.
 
Adam's sleepy eyes roamed over her form, taking in her appearance. No scowling, grunting, clenching her jaw, or scrunching up her nose. Her facial muscles were at ease, but she looked distant regardless. Her head was turned towards the outside world as she toyed with her fingers. She was deep in her thoughts, and Adam bet the resident of her mind was no other than Zuriel himself. He understood the feeling of abandonment very well, but longing for a sibling's love was a whole different level. He never had one, and his children… After all that happened between Cain and Abel, he didn't abuse his mind with potential 'what ifs.' But from what he heard, Seth had created quite nice bonds with his brothers and sisters. By that time, he was more into the wilderness than home, unfortunately.
 
"You miss him, hmm?"
 
What a stupid question, but he asked it anyway. He couldn't find himself biting into his tongue in time when he was barely keeping himself awake. Maybe he was really dumb, and instead of trying to hold a decent conversation, he should've settled more into the blankets and finally let the exhaustion take over his body. Yet, he couldn't.
 
Athalia pursed her lips, her body and wings tensing up. Sensitive topic.

"I miss them too, you know." He whispered, a piece of vulnerability sneaking into his voice. As he thought about it, maybe there was something to it – to Athira's words. There cannot be happiness without sadness, and vice versa. Not anymore. Regardless of how many times his own family disappointed him or hurt him, Adam always found himself yearning for their company. They were the greatest source of his happiness yet the greatest source of his pain. When he was younger, he could've spent days thinking about this dilemma… If it was worth it in the long run. He was created with a purpose he's never asked for, predestined to become someone even before his first breath. It was crushing information, and as he got older and older, he started to realize the weight of his purpose more. And he hated it. No, he hated himself for obeying the higher order instead of listening to his heart. Was it all worth it, seeing Eve suffer during every pregnancy, or what's even worse, putting her through every single one of them? She tried to tell him that she couldn't do it anymore. That she hates it from the bottom of her heart? After everything he's done, he didn't deserve to be here… But yes, he did something prosperous for the higher order. For those angelic fuckers with a simple dream of creating a grandiose and nonpareil world. So no. He held no respect for Ancient angels and maybe for God too… They all thought that Eden was just a playground and he was a toy they could play around with...
 
If they created me and Lilith… Hell, even Eve... They could easily create more people in that way. Instead, I had to force myself on her. God, I'd give up all of my ribs if it changed our fate. Anything to see her not suffer and… Hate me. Maybe she's never said it out loud, but I could tell. I know she did hate me. 
 
Suddenly, Athalia swung her legs over the ledge and stretched her arms. She was now fully facing the night scenery, her six wings twitching from agitation. And he couldn't get rid of the idea she was about to fly away and leave him alone in this dark and chilled room. No wonder his heart raced. He immediately brushed off his weariness, swallowing hard and hoping it was just his mind messing up with him again. But her eyes did seem to be fixated on one particular spot in the distance.
 
"You should try to get some rest, Adam."
 
Holy shit, that makes it official! She's about to go somewhere and leave me behind. Fuck no. I ain't staying alone in this torture chamber! 
 
"I forbid you to take another step! I mean it. Stay. It's far too late for rendezvous." Adam commanded sternly, but it probably sounded more like a whine mixed with an embarrassing plea.
 
"Then it's good I don't need to take any..." Athalia smirked and jumped off the ledge, disappearing from Adam's view. He gasped in utter shock. Well, he didn't see that coming. Usually, it was hard to get rid of her, and it took him a good couple of minutes of yelling at her... And now she fled without even saying goodbye?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me! 
 
Adam's eyes lingered on the opened window, his heart thudding in his chest as he waited for her to return and tell him it was a prank for all the bad things he'd said to her. But minutes passed, and she was nowhere to be found. He was slowly admitting to himself that she left him behind indeed. 

That savage half-bird.
 
He kicked off the blankets and rolled out of the bed. The coolness in the room enfolded his body as he approached the windows and looked around, his wide-opened eyes scanning silvery and golden buildings lit by a full moon, but he couldn't see her. Not even a glimpse of her bluish wings. She was really gone.
 
Adam didn't know what had gotten into him but slammed his fist against the ledge and snarled.
 
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

*

Athalia couldn't hesitate for long. The moment she saw lit windows in the Castrum, she knew she had to check it out. The timing was almost perfect for it to be a coincidence. Besides, she deserved a little break, and she was sure Adam would be just fine on his own… She'd have been back in no time, and on top of that, he was already tired. Meaning he was most likely asleep already. She really should have stopped worrying so much. It wasn't like something bad could happen to him in Heaven. He was safe and tucked in bed. What else could he possibly need?

The door creaked as she peeked inside the training room. Her wings jerked in anticipation as her eyes roamed over the empty space. But she knew it wasn't as empty as it seemed at first glance. And she was right, of course. Even at this late hour, someone was indeed perfecting their skills. Possibly to let off steam too. Michael - the only lunatic who preferred to spend time here during late-night hours. Groups of powers had their classes usually in the afternoon, but again… Angels didn't need to sleep. Not really, but who would deny themselves a few hours of undisturbed relaxation?
 
She stood behind the door with bated breath, her mouth agape as she finally noticed him. He was training lunges with a saber, and his movements were refined to absolute perfection - almost comically accurate to the pictures in the fencing manuals. She knew that since she spent hours and hours imprinting those pictures into her mind. Yep, the darkest days of her immortal life...
 
"Close your mouth before you choke on your saliva. Who's going to resuscitate you, huh?"
 
Athalia rolled her eyes. Since when is staring so strictly prohibited? She was just soaking up some more information through the simple art of observation.
 
"Oh, poor me. Be so kind and splash some holy water on me, at least. I'm sure that won't kill you."
 
"Yeah, but it's still annoying as hell..." Michael panted and demonstrated one last lunge before he inserted the saber into its sheath. Then he reached for the towel and dabbed his face and neck.
 
"By the way, what are you even doing here? Thought you were keeping an eye on that human. Especially after today's incident with the shofar."
 
"Ha-ha, you live for the gossip, don't you?" Athalia remarked as she walked towards him, her arms intertwined behind her back. For someone seemingly uninterested in most things, he had a good grasp of what was happening in Heaven recently. Even if it happened only a few hours ago.
 
"Oh, yeah. My mission in life..." Michael clicked his tongue vehemently and threw the towel around his shoulders. He peered down at her, trusting his intuition that her visit would be more than spontaneity. "What are you doing here, Athalia? Be honest."
 
She smiled softly and stepped closer, her hands reaching both ends of the towel, barely withstanding the urge to fiddle with it. That was one of her worst habits whenever she was too close. She's always subconsciously fiddled with Michael's accessories. "Remember the book I borrowed you?"
 
"The green one from thirty years ago?"
 
"Yep."
 
"What's with it?"
 
"I need it back. Uh, I want to re-read it."
 
"Do you have time for that, considering you're busy babysitting a human soul?" Michael raised his eyebrow in suspicion, grabbing her hands so she'd stop distracting him with the damn towel. "Careful, or I'll report you for breach of discipline."
 
Of course, he was joking. Athalia always thought his facial muscles were too stiff to express a variety of emotions. Although she'd seen him smile a couple of times before.
 
"I'll always find time for things I like… Or for angels I li-… Love." She added with a mischievous grin, trying desperately to get under his thick skin. Surprisingly, she had an even better excuse to break into his apartment. But she kept that for herself.
 
"Oh? Is that so?"
 
"Yeah... I missed you."
 
"I wasn't away for that long."
 
"Doesn't matter. I still missed you."
 
"Cut the act, Athalia. I used to be one of the judges. You cannot fool me."
 
"For the love of God, I'm not fooling you..." She affirmed, giving his calloused hands a reassuring squeeze. "I truly missed you."
 
She could see his barricade faltering as she accentuated that her words were genuine. Why would she lie to him? They've been through thick and thin. But yes, their bond was a little weakened by their different responsibilities nowadays. However, she'd never forgotten what he's done for her.
 
"You're too sentimental for a high-class angel..." Michael stuttered, masking his flustered state with his sharp tongue. She wanted to cheekily reply to him, but she stayed quiet. The last thing she'd long for was to put up with his temper.
 
"Let's go home," She squeezed his hands again, her words slowly sinking in. Dang it! She was playing dirty, wasn't she?
 
 I'll go to Hell for that. I'm sure. Forgive me, Michael. 
 
"Home? My, aren't you bold..."
 
"You know what I mean. If there's my stuff in your apartment, it's practically my second, no... Third home! Sorry, but I didn't come up with the rules. That's just how it works."
 
"Of course… Silly me." Michael ruffled her hair, appearing more at ease now. Or maybe he resigned. One way or another, Athalia won. She was about to get into his apartment for her much-needed late-night investigation. However, she didn't think every step throughout, which shouldn't have been as shocking, but it slightly complicated a few things.
 
I'll figure something out.

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While Michael was showering, Athalia was plotting how to start her investigation. Luckily, Michael's apartment wasn't the biggest – a living room, tiny bedroom, bathroom, and study. His home completely lacked the kitchen and dining area, but again… Angels didn't have to eat to survive. Some just preferred to fast. However, Michael was never a fan of human food. No matter how much she tried to change his mind, he nonchalantly refused every fruit and vegetable she'd brought him.  

Well, some angels just don't know what they're missing out…

She sat on Michael's couch, crossed-legged. Damn... What the hell was she doing? This could've ruined everything between them. It took her a long time before he finally started to trust her. And now, she was here with bad intentions – to take her stuff back. Precisely, one artifact from Earth. Zuriel used to send her some alongside his wonderful letters, but this one was special. She was the one who collected it.

Athalia was still indecisive about whether to tell Michael the truth or not… She worried it would end up bad since he was known to have anger issues. And besides, he was obsessed with keeping her out of trouble.

That's why you can't tell him. But no worries… It's just one merciful lie… A half-lie, even. You're not here exclusively for that little artifact. It's... Eh, it's just a bonus! You wanted to see him, remember? Stop overthinking and do your job!

Athalia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Fine. She knew Michael won't be in the shower forever, so she rose to her feet and tip-toed to the hallway. Her hand shakily reached to the doorknob of his study. Athalia took a deep breath in and pulled the knob one time, then the second time, but the door remained closed.

The hell?! Why'd he lock it? He's never done that before! Who would rummage through his boring stuff? He has nothing there except papers. Tons of papers!

Athalia gritted her teeth and pulled the doorknob with force. Nothing. Oh, Lord… What now? She didn't have a plan B. This was her only chance how to get to her artifact.

"Hey, whatcha doing? Trying to conquer my study? Careful there, Thali. I wouldn't be happy to declare you war."

She almost jumped when she heard his calm voice behind her. "Michael! You've scared me! I swear you should wear a bell around your neck…"

"Oh, looks like someone doesn't have a clear conscience, hmm?" He noted and gently pushed her aside. He fished out the keys and unlocked it. Hallelujah. But Athalia just stood there, her heart racing and her chest heaving. Well, this wasn't going according to the plan. She nervously bit her bottom lip, her eyes following him. Michael reached the top shelf of his small library and picked up a book. "I guess I have no choice but to borrow it again later."

"Michael, you had thirty years to read it..."

"You know I've been busy," He handed her the book. But as soon as Athalia's fingers wrapped around it, he yanked the book back with a cocky smirk. "And be so kind... Don't boss me around."

Athalia gasped, feigning to be offended by his words. "Wait, who? Me? I wouldn't dare..."

"Of course, you wouldn't. You're an angel, aren't you?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny. I'm dying from laughter."

"Nope. Not in here," Michael prodded her in the ribs with the book so she'd withdraw from his favorite rug.

She didn't know what to think about their current situation. Michael being playful was a rare sight to behold. But much better than his more reserved side. Still, she couldn't help but find his carefree behavior strange - mainly if she interrupted his sacred late-night training session because she wanted him to return her book. Yeah, well… She couldn't care less about the book. It was just an excuse. The hidden gem was within her reach, while Michael was prodding her to take even more steps back. Shit. Plan B it is… But what was plan B again?

I can stun him. Then I'll steal the key, take my artifact, and toss a blanket over his unconscious body. Hmm, maybe I could bring him a pillow as well...

"I can see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours. What are you plotting?" Michael narrowed his eyes, amused by her obvious transparency. Even the slightest emotion was clearly visible on her face. It was endearing, really.

"Nothing important. Just how to get rid of you."

"Interesting. Permanently?"

"Goodness, no! A few hours would be more than enough..."

"Well, now you've got me hooked. Give me some details."

Shit. Athalia swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't think that through. Of course, she didn't. She was terrible at coming up with strategies.

Michael arched his eyebrows at her strange shift in behavior, but he didn't question it. Instead, he let go of the borrowed book and crossed his arms. "If that's all you needed, you can go."

At that moment, Athalia finally snapped out of her trance. What? Was he really kicking her out? Damn it! She thought he wouldn't see straight through her facade... How could that even happen in the first place?

"N-no. Please. Let me stay…" She stuttered weakly, hoping to save the poor situation. But how? She was complicating everything because she couldn't keep up the playful banter between them.

"You don't look alright to me. Maybe it'd be better-"

"NO!" Athalia didn't expect to raise her voice, but it just happened. "Um... I mean… No. I'm alright. I'm alright… Just happy to be with you again." She cleared her throat and forced herself into a dazzling smile.

"Are you sure? You're acting kinda fishy."

"Me? Fishy? Pffft! You're seeing things, Michael..."

"Oh, am I?" He tilted his head and glared at her. Those darkened amber eyes pierced her soul. Yep. She was getting pretty nervous.

I hate this unfriendly, professional side of him.Ugh, I'm always sweating like a pig.

"Let's… Let's sit down, shall we? I'm feeling a tad dizzy." Athalia squeaked and fanned her face with her hand. She felt a tiny streak of sweat rolling down her forehead.

"Hmm, I wonder why..."

Okay, she had to admit. Lying to the formerjudge sounded like a suicide mission, especially since Michael was extra paranoid about his surroundings. Oh, but she had such a great start! So, naturally, she had to ruin it. What a waste of opportunity. However, Athalia wasn't easily discouraged.

Until he kicks me out himself, I'm not leaving without a fight! I've come for my stuff. End of discussion.

She had no idea what the hell happened. It was going good so far. Their conversations felt natural and witty. And for once, Michael didn't push her away.

"Um... Are you okay?"

"It's funny you're the one asking..."

Athalia bit into her lower lip, her fingers tapping on the book's cover as she realized how dumb her question sounded. No wonder he got alert around her. Her behavior was off despite her best attempts to hide it.
 
She slumped against the couch. Her head tilted back as she stared at the ceiling. If she told him the truth, she wouldn't only feel like a fool and manipulator, but Michael would probably go berserk. He always did when she mentioned anything related to Earth. However, she had no intentions to cause mayhem or disrupt Heaven's society… She just wanted to help one soul to open up. It was her job, and she had all right to take what belonged to her back, goddamit! If she remembered correctly, she didn't give Michael permission to take them in the first place. He did it without asking because he thought he knew better than her. Classic.
 
"I'm sorry… I've been dealing with some things lately." Athalia murmured, her gaze still fixated on the ceiling. "Adam is sooooo complicated."
 
"Yeah? I can imagine. I've never liked the guy."
 
"Why?"
 
"He's irresponsible..." Michael remarked with an undertone of disdain in his voice. "He had one job and failed. I don't know what my-… what the Lord saw in him. He's clearly a weak link."
 
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Michael. He's been hurting, you know."
 
"And who hasn't? Everyone treats him like someone special. But in reality, he's never done anything worthy of admiration or respect."
 
"Hmm, that's debatable..." Athalia frowned. Sure, Adam was a pain in the ass and also a savage brute, but it was hard to believe there was nothing more to him. The complexity of human beings had to run deeper. Besides, Michael's opinion was highly subjective. He held a grudge against him since the very beginning.
 
"I pity you, Thali. If I were you, I'd snap after the first day and throw him into Hell. He's disrespectful and vile, and I don't understand why the Holy Foreman let him in. My father probably pulled some strings so his precious and most beloved creation would have a chance to get in."
 
Athalia shrugged. That scenario could occur, but it was hard to believe such a delicate process could be corrupted. No. There had to be some goodness in Adam. It had to be.
 
"You must be wrong, Michael. The Holy Foreman weighted his soul, and you know as well as I that the scales don't lie. They cannot be tricked. Not even by our Lord." Athalia argued. Maybe she wasn't privy to the complicated business of dominion angels, but as far as she knew, it wasn't possible.
 
"The bar could've been set low – so almost any soul would get into Heaven. But it doesn't matter, I guess." Michael retorted, a noticeable frustration in his tone. Apparently, it still bothered him. Maybe not even the fact that Adam ascended, but because Michael lost his job. Weighting souls should have been his virtuous task, not Akrasiel's. But unfortunately, he was dismissed shortly before taking office. At least, that's what she heard.

"Look. I know it's still bugging you…" Athalia sighed and scooted closer to him. The verdict about his future caused Michael to act even more distant and impersonal. No surprise. She couldn't imagine how devastating it was for him to take a job so diametrically opposed to the one he's been training for all of his life. How devastating it was to learn that his destiny would never be fulfilled. At least not how he wished to.

"I hate it..." Michael grunted, his face strained, and his hands balled into fists.

My brother, the Light-Bringer, and me, the Death-Bringer. How ironic.

He remembered quite vividly how he protested against his newest task. How he boycotted so he wouldn't have to become a shadow hanging upon mortality despite his hatred towards humans. How every morning on the dawn he joined Watchers but didn't teach, entertain, comfort or protect… He was there, but at the same time, he wasn't – invisible to the eye but present nonetheless, waiting for their time to come. Like a vulture patiently waiting for the prey's last breath. But throughout the years, he witnessed it properly only twice…

Athalia leaned her cheek on his shoulder, wanting to comfort him. Although he'd most likely complain that he didn't need it. He'd do anything for the greater good. 

"After all this time, I still dislike the temple," Athalia whispered. "But we do what we gotta do."

She used to be more hesitant sharing her controversial thoughts because she knew how strongly Michael could react. Even now, much more relaxed and with his guard down, she had to be careful about the wording of her thoughts.

Well... At least they've had something in common now. Both hated their recent responsibilities, and that could only draw them closer.

"Yeah… We do what we gotta do." Michael repeated, resisting the growing urge to pull away from her. But he didn't. No, he couldn't. Maybe in the past, but definitely not now. They needed to stick together. 

"Your wings look messy," Michael remarked judgmentally. He needed to change the subject since he was sure they wouldn't find a final answer to their problems here, late at night on his couch. So Michael casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders, stretching her upper wing. He clicked his tongue, visibly outraged. Athalia's feathers were disheveled and scruffy. "You're such a disgrace."

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't disagree with the statement. She wasn't well known for the most neat-looking wings in Heaven, but how could someone with only two understand the true misery behind long preening sessions? Having only two was a blessing… Having four was a little inconvenient… And having six was straight-up torturous. However, she couldn't hide her smile as Michael's fingers meticulously spread the rows of feathers, expertly analyzing the damages.

"Heh, I hear that a lot…"

*

As the dawn approached, Michael was already prepared, adjusting his work robe. He disliked everything about it, from the color to the fabric, but mostly the purpose behind all of it. As the soldier… No, as the general, he wore all kinds of purple or blue. But as the Angel of Death, he wore strictly black accompanied by red. That's why he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror. It was enough for him to see the long sleeves every time he made a simple hand gesture. It reminded him of the irreversibility of the Lord's decisions.
 
Michael quietly paced up and down his apartment, hands behind his back. Sometimes, he gazed at the empty streets bathing in the mellow rays of the morning sun. It was funny. Residents of Heaven didn't need to sleep. But they still subconsciously respected the biorhythm of other living beings, so even if they were awake, they weren't out on the streets.
 
Michael's shoulders slightly slumped. He wished to stay like this for hours, just watching over the awakening city. But he didn't hold such a privilege anymore.
 
With a heavy sigh, he put up his hood. It was time. However, he couldn't leave without peeking into the living room for the last time. Athalia was spread out on the couch, her limbs and wings at weird angles, but she didn't seem bothered by it. She was sleeping soundly. 
 
Michael might never say it out loud, but he was glad for her company. Having her in his life was a unique experience he wouldn't trade for anything. Over the years, they constantly helped and looked after one another. It was horrifying to even imagine losing her.

But that won't happen. I'll make sure of it. She won't go too far. She's a good angel.

He almost didn't notice how she shifted on the couch and parted her lips. Yeah… She was probably dreaming. Perhaps about Zuriel, who was God knows where. However, one thing was sure. He was never close to the main village where descendants of the first humans gathered. Otherwise, Michael would've spotted him.

"Don't go..." Athalia pleaded, her eyes closed. 

"I have to."

"Is it time already?"

"Yeah," Michael nodded with an apologetic smile. He caressed her cheek with his knuckles, his touch almost feather-light. "Don't mind me, and go back to sleep."

Athalia didn't need to be told twice. Within a few seconds, her eyes fluttered close, and she dozed off. That's at least what he assumed by the look of it. He had to suppress a sudden urge to join her on the couch. What a cheeky little temptress indeed.

But sadly, he couldn't.

Michael leaned down and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked so lovely when she wasn't trying to be a smartass. "We'll catch up later, okay?" He muttered fondly, pressing a small kiss against her temple.

*

Athalia woke up from her slumber hours later. It wasn't the dawn anymore… Hell, it wasn't even the morning anymore. She immediately jumped to her feet, still a little disoriented. Damnit! She had no idea what happened. She never had a problem with waking up before. Maybe because she rarely slept and actually preferred to take naps instead.
 
Seems like Michael's place cast a spell on me. 
 
She hastily ran her fingers through her messy hair and yawned loudly. Her eyes wandered around the living room, trying to make sense of her scattered thoughts.
 
Okay. I left Adam in my room… I went to see Michael… My book… I swear I saw him this morning… Oh, no! The artifact! 
 
Athalia dashed into the hallway, her heart racing. She reached for the doorknob apprehensively, praying to hear the satisfying click. And to her surprise, she did. Holy shit, she did!
 
He must've forgotten to lock his stupid study! What's the probability of him actually forgetting?! 
 
Athalia stared at his study dumbfounded.

Well, miracles really do happen.

*

Athalia returned to the Temple of Euphony around lunchtime – out of breath but happy because she found what she wanted. And she was sure Adam would've appreciated her ingenuity. After all, she spent almost two hours rummaging through her stuff. Michael had singled out a drawer for it. However, he didn't organize her letters and scrolls. Both, luckily and unluckily.

"Ah, look who's back!" Adam murmured grumpily and rolled his eyes. He was sitting in the middle of her room. Athalia's belongings— blankets, robes, spare scrolls, books, portraits— were scattered around.

"What happened in here?!"

"I was bored."

"Oh."

"Is that all you're going to say?" Adam huffed, annoyed. He expected a stronger reaction – yelling, swearing, maybe even a physical attack, but not a simple 'oh.' He worked too hard for such a bland reaction. And most importantly, he wanted to avenge himself. How could she leave him behind? That was fucking rude.

Maybe I should've taken it to the next level - ripped off the pages from her beloved books… Or destroyed her family portraits.

"I brought you something," Athalia smiled widely, her eyes sparkling up from excitement as she crossed the crumpled blanket on the floor.

"… Should I be scared?" Adam raised an eyebrow, but thanks to her long sleeves, he couldn't see what she'd been hiding.  

"Nooo."

"You don't sound too convincing. Hey! Don't get any closer… I swear, I'll… I'll bite you!" He threatened her as she approached him fearlessly. Adam swallowed the lump in his throat when he spotted her maniacal grin. He could only guess what her sick mind produced this time.

In the worst-case scenario, I'll throw something at her. There's a lot of stuff to use as a weapon.

"What's the matter with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." Athalia chuckled. Since when was he scared of her? Did her 'burning to the crisp' act have an actual impact on him? If she knew that from the beginning, she'd show Adam her true angelic nature a lot sooner.

"Fuck you! You're so annoying… I hate you."

How does she dare to disrespect me? She's supposed to serve me and obey my requests. Instead, I'm shaking in my boots. Pathetic. Heaven made me so damn pathetic. My children would laugh their asses off if they saw me retreating before a half-bird.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Fine. Oak trees are struck by lightning more than any other tree."

"Wait-... What? Really?"
 
"Don't ask me why… I have no clue!" Adam crossed his arms. Honestly, he only assumed that. He couldn't be one hundred percent sure, but he spent enough time in the oak forests... And there was definitely something wrong with the damn trees. 
 
Athalia shook her head to get that new useless information out of her head. Who cared about that right now? She gave the artifact in her hand a squeeze and sank to her knees.
 
Adam eyed her suspiciously, almost like he expected her to pounce on him or strangle him. Or possibly both - in chronological order. But Athalia chose a different approach and finally showed him the tiny thing in her hand. At first glance, he didn't recognize what it was. But then, everything started to make sense as his memories cleared out more. He carefully took the artifact between his trembling fingers.
 
"Where... Where did you get it?" Adam asked, his fingers toying with the small leather bracelet. It was so small it wouldn't even fit Athalia's wrist. No wonder. After all, the bracelet was never meant for an adult.

Chapter Text

"I'm afraid I cannot do that for you, Adam."
 
"What do you mean you cannot do that, Joachim? I didn't ask for your permission. Here's the official scroll signed by the head seraphim. Right here," Adam pointed impatiently at Sera's signature.
 
He spent the last week mostly doing shitty paperwork and chasing after all needed approvals to start his revenge against that cocksucker Michael. In other words - Castrum no. 2. But he didn't think it'd be that hard. Sera was also unpleasantly surprised by that fact. Together, they dug through the oldest heavenly contracts, agreements, and pacts just to make sure they weren't doing anything illegally. Not like Adam bothered.
 
Joachim squinted his eyes as he slowly read through the scroll. "The Institute of Patrons Saints undoubtedly respects Sera's authority, but our organization is not under her supervision. Therefore, I cannot make an exception for Luthena. I'm sorry, but she must stay unemployed until her angelic ceremony. And that will occur on..." Joachim muttered and swiftly browsed through the calendar on his desk. "Twenty-fourth of July."
 
Adam gritted his teeth. Great. What else could fuck up next? The worst thing was that he didn't want to become a commander. He was simply forced to take after Michael and continue in annual exterminations. But now, when he was somehow at peace with his new role and had a relatively good start with his first recruit, Joachim dared to oppose?
 
"And… What the fuck does that mean?"
 
"The Angelic ceremony? You don't know?"
 
Adam rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Well, of course, he knew. It was an absolutely useless celebration of individual winners who reached 'adulthood' and were ready to become a part of Heaven's society. They could seek job positions and move to their homes only after that.
 
"I'm talking about my approval, Joachim. How come it's irrelevant? Do I need it to be signed by God himself or what?!" Adam raised his voice, slamming his hands against Joachim's desk. This situation awfully resembled the one he experienced not so long ago with Michael. He could still see his pompous jackass grin popping up on his face as he told him that he was screwed… Because his fucking paper was signed by the highest authority to ever exist. Daddy's favorite bastard.
 
"I think you should calm down before you ruin your renown."
 
Adam was partially glad his sleeves were long enough to hide his hands balling into fists. Partially not. Joachim was laughing to his face. Seriously? Didn't he respect him at all? Maybe he thought that because he was named the Patron of all fathers and grand-fathers, it miraculously made him superior. That, or because he considered himself a good person by splitting his richness among lower classes.

Wow, I'm so impressed! That old geezer couldn't even conceive one child without God's help while I populated the whole Earth. Where's the justice? I should have been the Patron of all fathers and grandfathers, not the fossil with obvious erectile dysfunction. 
 
"Our institution falls under the Principalities domain. That's why you need to contact Haniel first. But he's been quite busy these days," Joachim announced dryly, passing him the business card with golden lining.

 
Haniel Hesperus 
 
EXECUTIVE of the Institute of Patrons Saints and the PRINCE of Ephesus 
 
Current place of residence: Selçuk, Izmir Province - Turkey. 

 
"What the fuck is Selçuk?" 
 
"It used to be Ephesus."
 
"They renamed it? Shit. When did that happen?!" Adam groaned. "So, what now? Gotta persuade that guy first, huh?"
 
Joachim nodded.
 
How old is Haniel? Was he already there when I arrived in Heaven? Nah, probably not. Principalities are a younger class of angels. Most of the time, they're on Earth fulfilling their duties, which means it's fucking hard to arrange a meeting with them.
 
"I recommend you to send him a letter. However, Haniel travels a lot. Don't expect him to reply immediately. It can take weeks… Maybe months."
 
"MONTHS?!"
 
Adam didn't have time to wait months. A week or two would be tolerable, but months? No way.
 
"I'm sorry but that's the usual waiting period."
 
"Wow. Great. Is there someone else I can speak to instead? Someone above Haniel, perhaps?"
 
Joachim sighed and shook his head. As far as he knew, there was no way he could circumvent the law to achieve his goals.

"I can try to undertake an extraordinary general meeting of apostles, but there's only a brief chance for you to succeed. Even if apostles let Luthena join your regiment untimely, you wouldn't be allowed to recruit another freshly arrived winners. For each one, we would have to repeat the process… And you probably agree that'd be tiring, wouldn't it?"
 
Adam's eyes darkened. This really wasn't going according to his plan. Or to his second, third, fucking tenth plan. Everything was falling apart beneath his hands. No matter how much he tried to prevent further disappointments.
 
"Indeed." He squeezed the business card in the palm of his hand and turned on his heel.

*

After the failed attempt at the Institute of Patrons Saints, Adam decided it'd be better to secure weapons first. Even if he recruited every single human soul, it'd be hopeless without holding actual weaponry.
 
"I was thinking, Palanivel. Wouldn't it be epic for my soldiers to have cool helmets which resemble demon punks? Mine would have the biggest horns because, heh... You know... Big dick energy! Besides, I'm a commander. Isn't it logical to have the most badass helmet? Look. I brought a rough sketch for a better visualization," Adam enthusiastically waved the paper in front of Palanivel's face. The ophanim was tall and sturdy, and apparently, he didn't give a shit about Adam's artistic skills. Instead, his blazing eyes were focused on the graph in his hands.
 
"Hey, Tano!" Palanivel shouted loudly as his gaze shifted from his papers to the angel on the lower level of the building. "What the hell are you doing with those shields? Michael ordered rectangular ones! For God's sake, stop playing and start working!"
 
"Sorry, boss!"
 
"Yeah, yeah... Whatever. You were saying, Adam?" Palanivel murmured and scribbled something down. "You mentioned helmets? Well, this department specializes in processing angelic steel. I doubt you would like to wear a metal helmet all the time. Trust me, your neck would snap. Practicality over the design. Especially on the battlefield."

"Um… Yeah. Guess that makes sense, heh. Anyway..." Adam's smile slightly dropped and he shoved his sketch into his pocket. "Forget about it. I just wanted to ask how long it'd take your people to deliver weapons to my Castrum. Can you give me an indicative waiting period?"
 
"You gotta be more specific, Adam. An indicative waiting period for what order?"
 
"Well, I was here a few days ago..."
 
"Ay, ay, ay! Mithran, stop drinking that holy water, you sicko! You're supposed to fill up the vials!"
 
"Sorry, boss!"
 
"As you can see, today is a little chaotic… Let's go to my office. We'll have some privacy there," Palanivel sighed and massaged his temples before he led Adam through the building.
 
Palanivel's office was spacious and minimalistic. And a high glass ceiling was simply the cherry on top. Other angels were constantly stomping above their heads, and Adam couldn't help but feel a little anxious. In his eyes, it didn't look safe at all.
 
"Ah…" Palanivel smirked as he noticed Adam's dismay. He sat behind his desk and interlaced his fingers. "It's nice, hm? But mostly practical as it provides easy access to each and every level. There are many of them across the building. But don't worry about the safety. The damn thing's strong as hell. Last week, a block of unprocessed marble fell on top of it and didn't even leave a scratch," Palanivel snickered and reached to the drawer to pick up a file. "So, you want to talk about the Eastern Castrum? Well, go ahead. What's with it? You're not satisfied with how it turned out? I mean, my people worked overtime and built it under seven days. I don't know about you, but I think that's pretty impressive."

"Castrum's fine. Looks identical to Michael's, though..."

"Because it is," Palanivel leaned back against his chair. "Well-established, effective, yet simple. What else do powers need? You know, Michael had a clear vision. No distracting elements, lots of open spaces, and easy orientation. Thought you would be fine with it.” 

"I said it's fine," Adam grunted. "What bothers me way more is my order. I didn't know you had delays, but you could send me a notification letter." 

"With whom you had processed the order?"

"How should I know? Some chick at the reception."

"Hm… We hired a new soul to help us out. Let me check it real quick." Palanivel swiped his palm across his desk. Not so long after, a short female winner approached them through the now slightly opened ceiling. She looked nervous.
 
Adam squinted his eyes. Yep, he was experiencing various déjà vu. He definitely met her at the reception.
 
"You called me?"
 
"Did you bring the invoices?"
 
"Ah, yes..." She handed him the files. "Is something wrong? Because I didn't mean-"
 
"Relax, Aveena. We'll talk about it later, okay? Keep a cool head and get back to work," Palanivel patted her shoulder. With a final nod, she disappeared, leaving them all alone again.
 
"Let's see," He rubbed his neck as he read through Adam's order, and his reserved expression slowly morphed into a frown. "Twenty axes in the shape and with the properties of a psaltery. Ten flaming swords, thirty halberds, and fifty spears? Is that correct?"
 
Adam's lips stretched in a broad smile. Of course, he had ordered some cool shit. After all, he was a little tipsy when he visited Ophanim's factories to set his weaponry order. "Yeah, yeah... I mean… I heard Zuriel used to have one of those badass swords. I thought it'd be a great idea to incorporate them into my training program."

"That's... Understandable. But there is only one, so let's keep it that way, shall we?"
 
"Why? Is it hard to set a sword on fire? I thought you guys were like torches. Passing your divine energy should be easy, right?"
 
Palanivel narrowed his eyes and rested his chin on his intertwined fingers. Adam really had the audacity, didn't he? The flaming sword was a sacred weapon made from the finest angelic steel and blessed by God. Not by any angel but by a literal God. One swing and a demon would instantly evaporate. No weapon was as powerful. Sure, Palanivel would lie if he said he was never tempted to try and make one himself, but without God's blessing, the sword would never burn.
 
"Pffft! I was joking… I don't need those flaming swords or psaltery axes. I'm sure the regular ones will do the same trick."
 
"Well, apart from your awful design choices," Palanivel sighed and put down the invoice. "Every weaponry order has to be approved by Michael. It's an old treaty between our fractions that is, unfortunately for you, irreversible."
 
WHAT?!!! 
 
"Irreversible?" Adam repeated bitterly, clutching the fabric of his robe.
 
"Yes. You'd need Michael's approval first. Not many know about it. That's probably why Aveena didn't stop you right ahead. I'm sorry. Hope we didn't waste much of your time..."
 
Adam couldn't care less about the wasted time. But what made him really furious was Michael's influence far beyond his domain! 
 
How was he supposed to build his own army now? Michael was throwing logs under his legs! Heaven's treaties were so complicated that Adam's human brain couldn't comprehend them. However, what was even more disturbing was that Sera struggled as well. Almost like she wasn't prepared to deal with these types of problems.

"And why didn't you tell me sooner, Palanivel?"
 
"How was I supposed to know Michael didn't pass you the information?"
 
Adam shrugged. 

"In that case, I cannot help you. But if you happen to obtain an agreement with him, feel free to contact me again."
 
"Yeah. I'll keep that in mind."

*

When Adam returned to his apartment, exhausted and depressed from his previous failures, he found someone sitting in front of his door. It was no other than his first recruit, staring at the opposite wall. She hugged herself, softly rubbing circles into her fair skin. He looked down at her with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. After all, he understood how hard it was to adjust to Heaven's chilly nights...
 
"Did you run away?" Adam asked nonchalantly while fishing out his key. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, but he also didn't want to fuck even more things up.
 
Losing my first recruit on the same day as my dignity? No thanks. I think I'll pass. 
 
"Sir?"
 
"Hm?"
 
"You won't report me… right?"
 
"No. I'm too tired to care." Adam yawned and unlocked the door. The first recruit swiftly moved out of his way so he could get in.
 
"Hey, you coming?"
 
For a good few seconds, she froze in the spot. She didn't want to disturb and be a burden. She just didn't know where else to go. Besides, the streets of Heaven were still too unfamiliar for her to wander around.
 
She took a deep breath and stepped into the apartment. Her heart was pounding hard as she tiptoed through the hallway. But then, when she peeked into the living room, she couldn't believe her eyes. Every square foot was filled with various plants, bushes, and dwarf trees, and the walls were fully covered by lavender tassels of wisteria.
 
Meanwhile, Adam was in the kitchen rummaging through his pantry. However, after his gigantic binge-eating session, there was almost nothing left behind - except for some long-forgotten tea, a jar of crystalized honey, and a loaf of bread. Of course, he had bread. It was delivered to his doorstep every fucking Sunday. Adam usually let it harden, and by the end of the week, he tried to hit the delivery angel with it. Yeah, what a great way to spend a Sunday.

"Sir?"
 
"You hungry?"
 
"Well, I-"
 
"Don't say another word. I've got you."
 
While the water was boiling, Adam sliced the bread. He didn't ask any questions because he wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with her bullshit. It was more than possible that she had an argument with her patron saint earlier and was too stubborn to return to the Institute. He couldn't blame her, though. He'd run away as well if he had to meet Joachim every single day.
 
"What was your name again?"
 
"I'm Luthena… Uhm, Lute."
 
"Lute? Like that sick instrument? Wow, that's a… Cool name. You want some hon-" Adam didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence. Luthena or Lute, or whatever her name was… The first recruit devoured the two slices of bread, stuffing her face full like she hadn't eaten in ages.
 
Okay. Pretty weird dining habit. And that comes from someone who's known to be a messy eater... 
 
Lute quickly wiped the corners of her mouth from leftover crumbs and chewed on the delicious bread. But at this point, she'd probably find any food delicious.
 
"You surely do have an appetite, huh?" Adam raised an eyebrow and turned away. He cut some more bread for her.
 
Shit. She's going to eat all of it... What am I going to hit the delivery angel with? He'll be sooo disappointed. Ahem. Okay, focus. And don't forget. No questions whatsoever. You want a peaceful evening. 
 
He reminded himself and poured the boiling water over the tea leaves.
 
 It's none of your business. That girl is just seeking attention. Don't mind her. 
 
"There you go..." Adam handed her a cup of tea and the remaining slices of bread.
 
"T-Thanks," She stuttered and followed him to the living room, where Adam plopped on the divan like a sack of potatoes. Yeah. He had enough.

I'll stay here and rot forever… I wouldn't be surprised if I needed permission for that as well.
 
"Sir?"
 
"Hmm?"
 
"I don't want to be rude-"
 
"But you are."
 
"What? I didn't… I-"
 
"No, no. Keep going," Adam gestured to her lazily, resting his cheek against the soft pillow. "You have time until the tea cools off."
 
Lute's eyes widened. She wasn't the best with words, but it didn't just sit right with her to abuse his hospitality without further explaining. He was probably waiting for her to spill the beans about what happened. But at the same time, she wasn't feeling comfortable enough for that yet.
 
"May... May I stay here for the night, please?"
 
"No."
 
Lute's shoulders slightly slumped. She didn't expect a different response. But she still had to try. However, when her stomach grumbled again, she dipped the bread in the tea and rather changed the topic.
 
"I actually know some hot girls."
 
Adam choked on his tea, and Lute quickly jumped on her legs, offering help. But Adam uncompromisingly swatted her hand away.
 
"What in God's name… What did you just say?"
 
Maybe he was hallucinating or getting mad. Just a brisk thought of him becoming lunatic and senile like Michael did made him internally panic.
 
Shit. Maybe it's an ancient curse of all commanders! 
 
"I'm sorry… I didn't... I didn't mean to. I… I thought that was your only condition for the candidates. Marjorie begged me to mention her if I had the opportunity because she'd also like to join your regiment. I'm sorry. Really."
 
Adam blinked, absorbing her words. Did he hear right? More winners showed their interest to join? Oh, shit. Those were good news. Fucking finally! Maybe the answer was right in front of him all the time. He could already imagine himself going to the Institute and recruiting newcomers. Yeah, that didn't sound too bad. However, what about Joachim? And what about that guy Haniel?
 
Hmm... I gotta find something to speed up the process. But what? 
 
If Adam remembered correctly, job opportunities were presented to the winners in written form. Brochures, adverts, shit like that...

It'd totally blow their minds if I stepped and used up my charm. 
 
After all, he was the first man. He had lived in Heaven humbly to this day, so it was time to finally profit from his name. His descendants would probably appreciate working for him more than for those big creepy birds.
 
I'm a genius! 
 
"Come and sit here, babe..." With a mischievous grin, Adam patted the place next to him. "And tell me more about your personal experience."
 
 Well, if I want to succeed, I need to start at the base.

Chapter Text

It was an hour after midnight when Michael entered the training room. He didn't go there to improve his skills but to relax. To let off the steam. After today's events, he really needed it. But to his surprise, he wasn't the only one with that exact thought in mind and also not the fastest to get into the Castrum. At the time he arrived, Athalia was already there destroying dummies with great fury, chopping off their heads and tails.
  
Michael cleared his throat to inform Athalia about his presence. As their eyes met, she dropped the sword and sank onto her knees. Her expression quickly morphed into a pained one.
 
Michael bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying something he'd probably regret later. Obviously, it was just a matter of time until she'd have to pay the price for being irresponsible and reckless.
 
"I've heard my father's voice. For the first time in my life... Do you... You want to know what he's said to me?" Athalia stuttered.
 
Michael had no idea. His father was never chatty - at least not around him. Mainly because he believed they had nothing in common. Michael wasn't a creator. He was a destroyer. The stoic type who knew there was no room for his complaints and whining.

"You've disappointed me. That's what he said. And then he fell silent again..."
 
Michael could never compete with Lucifer, although he tried it before. But his ideas were not received with a proud smile or a nod of approval. Eventually, he accepted the fact he'd never be good at it. At creating… What was so great about it anyway? Heaven couldn't be filled with only dreamers. They needed a touch of realism as well. Instead, Michael focused on his work. Still, he couldn't get through the feeling of being a disappointment despite the fact his father never admitted it openly… But he also hasn't denied it either. Truth be told, it was tricky to get in touch with him.
 
If he wants to talk to you, he will. Just be patient. 
  
"It should've been me..." Athalia sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Michael. I messed up pretty bad. Others will go crazy when they discover Zuriel's gone. And only God knows for how long. I've tried… I've really tried to persuade Hessa. You gotta believe me. I wanted to take full responsibility. Zuriel was never guilty. But she didn't listen to me. Of course, she didn't… I'm so stupid!"
 
Michael didn't know what to say about it. On one side, he wanted to ensure her it wasn't her fault, but then he'd be lying. It was Athalia's fault. And to learn from her past mistakes, she had to suffer the consequences. However, that didn't mean he had no urge to pull her into his arms and comfort her.
 
"I… I'm not as loved as Zuriel is. Not many would miss me. It should've been me. Hessa's verdict broke my parents' hearts. I broke my parents' hearts... My father was right. I'm a disappointment… Nothing but a failure."

"You know, calling yourself a failure is a direct insult to our Lord," Michael proclaimed. How could she be a failure? How could she even know what it was like? Yes, she made a lot of mistakes… And it was a good thing she finally acknowledged. But-

"They’ve taken his sword..." Athalia whimpered and rubbed her eyes. "How could they? It wasn't a gift from Hessa or any other angel. That decision should've been on God. Hypocrites. They speak of obedience and eternal service to him, yet they do the opposite."

Michael's eyes widened. Weren't her words a bit too harsh? However, he couldn't disagree with her entirely.

"Pius finally achieved his goal. Two in one, actually. He could prove his point about my insolence and appropriate my brother's sword… That slimy wretch!"

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. Yeah. He could see that happen. Pius never made a secret of wanting the sword all for himself. He believed that only the first triad of angels was worthy of using it… Which was a total bullshit.

"You should've been the one," Athalia stated firmly. However, at that moment, he didn't feel proud or honored. Instead, he was annoyed by it. The day Zuriel was given the Flaming sword was also the day he decided to not follow Michael's orders. And even despite making a huge mistake, he was rewarded.

"I don't… I don't know what to do." Athalia admitted brokenly, her face scrunching up in another pained expression. "Maybe I could try and speak to our Lord… Pray to him, sing to him… I… I don't know, Michael. Just help me. Please, help me from this mess. I beg you..."
 
"Breathe."
 
"W-what?"
 
"Breathe. Slowly." Michael emphasized, pulling her into a side hug. Just then, he realized how much she was shaking.
 
"You don't listen, Athalia."
 
"S-sorry."
 
"Deep breath in, deep breath out. It's not rocket science, you know. Just pay attention to my voice."
 
"Y-yeah. Okay."
 
"Good."
 
Don't pretend you don't need some of those breathing exercises yourself… 
 
Because you're even more pathetic… 
 
Amateurish. 
 
Worthless. 
 
An underdog. 
 
Because sentiment makes you weak… 
 
I said… Sentiment makes you weak! 
 
SENTIMENT MAKES YOU FUCKING WEAK!!! 

*

Michael grunted. It was another morning. Another pathetic morning. He tossed and turned in bed for a little longer, knowing he had all the time in the world. Why would he hurry anyway? Adam already started to do something besides throwing tantrums. If Michael wasn't so tired, he'd probably be impressed. Just a few days ago, he made a bet with Raphael about how long it'd take Adam to actually lift his ass and take the responsibility… Raphael's guess was a month, Michael's a millennium.
 
With another raspy growl, he propped himself on his elbows and looked around the bedroom. There was almost nothing in there. At least nothing personal, nothing that screamed homey. Just good old white furniture and his working robe hanging on the door.

Yeah. Shit. What time is it?
 
"I hate my life."
 
Michael ran his fingers through his tousled curls. It took him a few minutes to wake up his body and mind, and as soon as it happened, he promised himself to never fall asleep again. It was a pure torture device. Something, that could only bring comfort to mere mortals. He swung his legs over the bed and let out a big yawn. Yeah. Never again. His mind felt strangely woozy and his vision was blurry.
 
Ain't no way some angels prefer sleeping. It's… Weird.
 
Luckily, he knew exactly how to fix his temporary problems with wooziness. And so it happened that not even half an hour later, he was sitting in his favorite cafe with his book opened on page… Well, page number twenty-four. He was stuck there for hundreds of years now. 

You go, Michael. Focus. Page twenty-four. The first line. 
 
He sipped from his mug, letting the hot bitter liquid attack his tastebuds. Yep. Just how he liked it. People really outdid themselves when they discovered what to do with coffee beans. Even Michael couldn't resist despite being a hater of human beverages.
 
"Are my eyes deceiving me?"
 
Shit. Why him? Why it's always him? 
 
"Can I join you, general?"
 
"If I say no, will you leave?"
 
"No."
 
Michael glared at Gabriel from behind his opened book. He wasn't in the mood to socialize, especially not with individuals like Gabriel. He was barely tolerable. But somehow their paths did cross in the most inappropriate situations.
 
"What are you reading?" Gabriel asked as he took the empty chair across from Michael.
 
"A book."
 
"A book, you say? Oh, wow. How wonderful."
 
"Yeah..."
 
"Callirhoe by Chariton is… Interesting choice. Didn't know you were a sucker for romance."
 
"W-what?! What are you talking about? It's not a romance! It's a historical novel about heroism!" Michael sputtered out, putting the book aside. Page twenty-four. Stuck there again. But how could he continue reading when Gabriel had that shit-eating grin on his face?

"How's your kid?" Michael folded his arms and leaned back against the chair.
 
"Which one? Adriana? Esther? Octavio? Susan? Patrick…?" Gabriel counted on his fingers.
 
"You know what? Don't bother."
 
"Oh, don't be like that," Gabriel flipped through the cafe's menu. "The kids do well, actually. No wonder. The plague's been finally receding… So I can catch a break."
 
"Tell me if I'm wrong, but isn't plague Raphael's business?"
 
"Who cares? Mine is to prevent children from getting infected."
 
Michael pursed his lips into a thin line. Yeah. He heard. And honestly, he found it unfair. He always did. Although it wasn't suitable for an angel to feel envious...
 
"Mine is to let them get infected so they can successfully die."
 
"Oh, heavens. Then you must be really upset it's not 1353 anymore." Gabriel's lips twitched in another smirk. Conversations with him were always so ineffective and lame. If they both chose silence, everything would be so much better, but shutting Gabriel's mouth was harder than slaughtering all residents of Hell. 
 
But I guess as a post man and a herald, one must be chatty and outgoing. 
 
Michael observed the other angel order himself a cup of coffee. Gabriel was smiling at the waitress, casually joking around… He even managed to compliment her in the process. 

Show-off.
 
"I'm going to a pottery class later. Mind to join me?" Gabriel shifted his attention back to Michael.

"Pottery class?"
 
"Yeah. You wouldn't believe how much it can clear your mind. It's like a therapy… But as a bonus, you get your hands dirty."
 
Michael's body slightly tensed up as Gabriel mentioned therapy. He hated that word. Mostly because he associated it with an illness that couldn't be healed in any traditional way. An illness that couldn't be cured for good but only monitored to an extent.
 
"No, thanks. I prefer a different type of therapy..."
 
"The type when you pretend you don't have any problems?"
 
"No?" Michael gritted his teeth. "The so-called slaying therapy. When you try to meditate and rip apart some hellspawns in the process."
 
"Oh, Michael..." Gabriel whistled. "You really do have a problem, don't you?"
 
"If you haven't noticed, I'm not a ceramist," Michael finished his coffee and stood up from the table. "I'm a soldier. I deal with death daily. In fact, I'm a personification of death itself. So don't expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows. I'm not like you. I don't spend days cuddling with kids or in the office checking if all the letters were delivered on time. I deliver souls… Not stupid papers."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Michael's insult. He didn't say anything about it because they'd end up fighting. If not verbally, then physically, for sure. This is just how it went all the time. But the cafe wasn't the best place, especially not if he was trying to enjoy his morning cup of coffee.
 
"Excuse me, but I gotta go..." Michael cleared his throat. As soon as he realized Gabriel dropped the debate, his expression softened. "Have a nice day."
 
"Yeah… You too."
 
Michael nodded and turned on his heel, marching towards the exit. He could feel Gabriel's gaze on his back, and he would lie if he said he didn't want to look back… But he couldn't. There was nothing bad about him being honest. It wasn't his fault Gabriel was oversensitive. 

*

Before he stepped into the Temple of Euphony, Michael quickly made a sign of the cross. Home sweet home. Or not.
 
He looked down for a moment, his grip around the book tightened. The place he once called home was now alien to him. And he did everything in his power to spend here as little time as possible. However, his reasonings were quite different from Athalia's. If she felt like the stone walls were suffocating her, literally squeezing her life out of her, Michael felt almost nothing. Maybe a tiny hint of numbness and nostalgia. But again, nostalgia was too positive of a word to describe his resentment.
  
Michael walked through the corridors, listening to the seraphs' serene voices echoing through chapels and chambers. Around this time, they were practicing. Funny. It reminded him of one distant memory, but he quickly brushed it away. He didn't want to get too distracted. His mother would have probably noticed. 
 
"Welcome, my son."
 
Michael bowed his head and entered the heart of the temple. Athira was waltzing between the colorful flower beds, and every now and then, she brushed her fingers over their saddened petals and leaves. As soon as she touched them, the flowers magically revived.
 
"Hello, mother."

"I thought you'd be at work..."

"I took the day off."

"Oh, really? Who's representing you?"

"Nobody."

"Michael..."

That tone of undeniable disappointment. Maybe even pity. Ew. "It's one day, mother. I'm sure souls will manage just fine without my guidance..."

Actually, that was a very naive thing to say. Even though death couldn't be suspended, Michael's main job wasn't making sure if someone died or was still dying… It was all about guidance. He was supposed to be there for the individuals on the edge - for those who weren't totally damned but also were no saints either. Ever since the idea of Purgatory took hold, Michael has had his hands full. However, it was important to point out it was never a really successful project.

"An angel's inner peace lies in their diligence."

"You wouldn't say that if you were in my shoes."

"It's wrong to assume everyone's job is less exhausting than yours, dear boy. We're all doing different things but for the same greater purpose. I'm shocked you don't see it in the same way."

"I bet not many angels would survive a day doing my job… Seriously. Put an angel next to the inevitable peak of mortality, and they'll go crazy."

"Do you feel like you're going crazy, Michael?"

He sighed and massaged his temples. No. Of course not. He just used the wrong wording… That's all.

"I know it has to be hard," Athira conceded. "I remember how devastated you were the first time you realized what your next job would be about."

Michael shook his head. No. He really doubted it. Commanding the south cardinal point was one thing, but after the human race sprouted into a nation... Well, his job changed. In fact, all the jobs of archangels changed. But while Gabriel guided the young ones and Raphael healed, he was there to guide the dead ones. Young adults, elderly, even kids or infants… Gabriel's and Raphael's jobs were rewarding, while his job was just torturous. Nobody could change his mind. Guiding human souls to Heaven and then to Purgatory was anything but glorious. The very moment they realized they were dead, they usually broke down or freaked out.

And then followed the usual questions… Can I see my family for the last time? Can you give them a sign, Mr. Angel? Please, let me say goodbye. And then the follow-up questions when I explained to them that their souls were impure… What?! But I was baptized! I always believed in God. I just didn't go to church every Sunday! God loves all, doesn't he? Why doesn't he let me in? Please, please… I'll do anything. I'll do anything, Mr. Angel.

"Everything happens for a reason, love..." Athira muttered, her voice honeyed and silky. Suddenly, she stood right in front of him, brushing the stray strand of his hair away from his view. "But I can feel your pain. Although it's not completely associated with your earthly job, isn't it?"

Michael's breathing hitched at Athira's remark. He didn't know what to say, so he remained silent.

Athira gently snaked her arm under Michael's as they both walked away. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her presence pleasurably warm and comforting - despite everything that happened between them in the past.

"They await us. We should hurry."

"Mind to say who?"

"Haven't I told you about the tea party?"

"No."

"Then, it must've slipped from my mind… But I guess it's good you took the day off. At least you can be more sociable and talkative."

Michael's heart thrummed against his chest at the unpleasant news. A tea party? What could possibly be worse? Even the pottery class with Gabriel sounded heavenly compared to this.

"Oh, how splendid, mother. You're a true genius."

*

Michael was violated. Terribly violated by the group of elderly angels, who giggled after every stupid sentence. He was zoning out more than ever before because he was sure that was the only way of surviving such terror. Hell was nothing compared to this.

"Michael! The last time we've seen you was years ago. Are you doing well, sweetie? You barely show up at celebrations and feasts."

That's because I'm antisocial.

"Gabriel told me you'd like to aspire to a ceramist. Is it true, darling? I mean, you've got perfect hands for it. I bet they can do much more apart from gripping the sword..."

Jesus Christ.

"Honey, you look so worn out. Don't be shy. Have a bite. The scones are fresh from the morning. Rosemary baked them exclusively for our tea time. Lovely, isn't it?"

Let me fall, instead.

Memona hosted today's party, and she was… Well, as eccentric as any other cherubim in Heaven. All of them were seated around the round table in one of her favorite parlors decorated in Aegean blue, nacre, and gold. Scones and biscuits were displayed on stands, but they didn't look appetizing to Michael.

Memona was just as tiresome as any other woman in the room, if not more. Still, Athira seemed to be attached to her. Perhaps because she was tiresome as well. Perhaps because Memona was the daughter of Espiridion, one of the ancient angels. Of course, the Ancients raised more angels than Michael could imagine. But he still believed the truth behind Athira's behavior had roots in her siblings. After all, she was the only Ancient who hadn't ascended higher. And she wasn't aspiring to do so anytime soon.

Right across Michael sat Iset, one of the oldest Ophanims in Heaven and one of the best architects. Some of her most remarkable projects were the Temple of Euphony and the Statue of Life. She was quiet, stoic, and heavily work-orientated.

On the other hand, Kesi was simply crazy. She had a messy silvery hairdo, white freckles scattered all over her heart-shaped face, and big icy blue eyes. Gabriel was her perfect copy.

"Did Sani really ask you to take her place for a day?" Athira asked.

"Unbelievable, right? She was down with a fever, poor thing." Kesi sighed and took a sip from her tea. "I did my best, ladies."

"Oh yeah? Is that why you covered the French Riviera in a snow blanket?" Memona giggled into her porcelain cup.

"I did my best," Kesi emphasized. "What would you expect from a virtue who specializes in cold weather? I'm usually displayed in Greenland, Alaska, or Siberia. The French Riviera is not my terrain at all. But understand, I couldn't refuse to help that poor woman. She was obviously overworked."

"Aren't you a little overdramatic, dear?"

"Feli's been really oppressive these days… She's probably blaming us for letting the disease spread around the whole continent of Europe, but what could we do? We cannot monitor every rodent on the planet, can we? She's still snappish about how many human souls have died in recent years. Feli's sure we could successfully prevent most of the deaths if we weren't lazy and chirpy," Kesi put down her teacup and rolled her eyes. "It isn't our fault! Every virtue I know is a pedant, but there are just too many directions we need to administer. Weather, climate, plants, trees, water sources, fires and more! Earth's fauna falls under the supervision of cherubs, so they are the ones who should keep an eye on those dirty rodents..."
 
"I beg to disagree," Memona cleared her throat. "Cherubs are not in charge of Earth's fauna. The work is only recommended. Just because Espiridion helped to create animals and he was friends with them doesn't mean we inherited such tendencies."
 
Michael balled his hands into fists. He had enough of their excuses. There was no other rank in Heaven that was so picky about the job they were literally made for. The controversy between cherubs and virtues about who should be responsible for Earth's fauna existed for eons. Once in a while, the whole situation escalated. Virtues were blamed for anything that included animals, even though they had nothing to do with it. But Heaven never stood up for them openly. Perhaps because virtues bubbly and frisky natures offered an ideal opportunity for false accusations if something didn't go according to plan. Head seraphim had always had problems understanding virtues because they differed as much as night and day. In their eyes, cherubs were more reliable since they were the guardians of the Tree of Life and protectors of sacred places.
 
Michael never considered the union between the two highest ranks enough of a reason, but who was he to judge? He didn't have a voice in this debate.
 
On the other hand, Michael understood why cherubs refused to pass the tradition on to the next generations of angels. Animals were inferior to humans, so why would cherubs want to deal with them? Although it would be beneficial for everyone.

"And here we go again. You admitted to not following the tradition, but I don't know any other rank who would do the same. We all participate in the efforts and wonders of our ancestors with great grace and glory. We are not ashamed of it, so I don't understand why cherubs should be. Please explain, dear Memona."

"It's somehow shallow to think we are not following the tradition," Memona smiled smugly. "But I guess that's a consequence of a simple miscommunication. Do other ranks do their job rightfully? For example, dominions and powers? Just like Espiridion, Nanabah, and Azur also partook in the creation of animals. They shaped their overall behavior. So why don't they take care of the animal kingdom?"

"You're twisting the story," Kesi gritted her teeth. "Nanabah did put in their mind the natural instinct of surviving. Powers honor the tradition till this very day. They rely on instinct during battles as they fight for love to protect what's dear to them. Similar to how animals fight for life to protect themselves and their young. Speaking of Azur, he helped to create the hierarchy among the animals, the so-called food chain, and the hierarchy of herds, packs, and many more so he could prevent chaos and carnage. Dominions are the administrative backbone of our society. But pardon me for not seeing how this rule applies to cherubs. Espiridion came up with their design - physical attributes rather than mental.

"You're wrong, dearie. Don't forget he had to figure out how to make animals willing to reproduce. And that seems pretty mental to me." Memona replied. "However, as we all know, it's forbidden to intervene in love. But do not think we don't cherish Espiridion. He protected the laws of nature's balance, and we're doing the same by protecting the Tree of Life and other sacred places from potential invaders."

Kesi wasn't even half satisfied with Memona's reasoning, but she let it slide. After all, this debate was too heavy for a tea party, so she swiftly turned her head towards Michael with an apologetic smile. "Please, do excuse us, darling. It's rather unfair for us to bicker about the whole plague situation. You had to have a hard time being so close to those who were infected and slowly died. None of us can't practically imagine the pain and discomfort you had to go through."

Yeah, I wish I could feel the pain and discomfort. 

But I don't. 

Not anymore.

*

The true reason why cherubs were forbidden to intervene in love was simple. They underestimated the complexity of the human brain. Lilith was predestined to have feelings for Adam - Espiridion himself participated in the task. He thought it wouldn't be much more different than figuring out animals. Chemistry is chemistry, and it's logical to think that the only two people on Earth would be naturally attracted to each other. Sadly, angels didn't fully understand the emotional spectrum of human beings and, most importantly, that a simple attraction doesn't have to be enough. At first, Michael also didn't get it. The relationship between the two might not have been ideal, but Espiridion emphasized it'd get better over time.

It didn't.

"I need you to keep an eye on her. She's running away more often." Athira said firmly, her hands intertwined behind her back as she nervously paced back and forth around the room.

"As you wish, mother."

"I do have a suspicion..." Athira murmured incoherently. A hint of vulnerability crossed her face. "No... No, talk to Adam."

Michael's eyes widened upon hearing his mother's demand. "Send Lucifer. He's better with words..."

"I asked you, not him."

Michael sighed and begged her to reconsider, but it was useless. Later that day, he was trying to spot the human below. All that greenery was making him sick. It was overwhelming, and the air down there was totally different from the one in Heaven.

"Hey! Hold up!"

When Michael turned around, Zuriel was already closing the distance between them. He was younger but wise for his age. The same couldn't be said about Gabriel and Raphael.

"Greetings, Zuriel. Prince of the North Cardinal Point and Head of Creative Arts," Michael lowered his gaze politely, and so did the younger angel.

"Greetings, Michael. My dear friend."

If Zuriel could avoid formal addressing, he did. It was annoying to name all the titles of each angel and even more annoying to learn them.

Drags out all the joy from meeting up with someone.

Zuriel's gaze lowered when the bundle of feathers stretched and yawned in his arms.

Michael tilted his head in curiosity. A few days ago, he heard from his mother about the presence of a new angel. But unfortunately, he missed the ceremony.

"Oh, would you like to take a closer look?" Zuriel's smile widened as he spotted Michael's interest and opened his arms more.

Zuriel's fingertips lightly brushed over the little angel's downy hair.

"Awww. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Um... Y-yes."

"Look at her eyes. One could easily drown in them..."

"Yeah..."

"And those fluffy feathers. Just how soft they are..."

"Yeah..."

"Want to hold her?"

"Ye-… No!" Michael shook his head vigorously. "Actually… Um… I have an important job in Eden, so if you excuse me-"

"Nonsense!" Zuriel chuckled and gently pressed the little angel against Michael's chest, leaving no room for him to flee. "Don't worry. She doesn't bite… I guess."
 
But Michael did worry. Holding a fragile bundle of joy, so vulnerable and tiny, was such a special moment yet scary. It reopened some of his old wounds.
 
"Hey. Wake up. Wake up, baby sis. Let me introduce you..." Zuriel whispered and stroked her cheek lovingly. Then, she finally opened her eyes - those big aquamarine eyes could melt even the coldest hearts. Michael tried to stay calm, but when she flashed him the cutest smile in all of history, he almost lost it.
 
"I have good news, my dear friend..." Zuriel announced proudly. He watched his baby sister trying to grasp Michael's necklace. "Aw, she likes you. She doesn't even want to go back to me. Ha-ha, what an adorable little darling!"
 
"Nah. I think she just likes my jewelry," Michael tried to keep her away from his necklace. He carefully handed her back, but she seemed to be glued to him. 
 
Shit.
 
"Ha-ha! Good girl!" Zuriel petted her head and laughed.
 
"Stubborn much, I see..." Michael murmured in defeat, rolling his eyes. But deep down, he was glad he could prolong this temporary break from his responsibilities - even at the cost of a few drools.

*

"W-what? Heaven wants me to change?" Adam's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Look. Do you really think everything's okay?"

"S-sure. I… I think so."

"… Between you and your wife?"

Adam furrowed his brows and tried to recall how the previous days went. As usual, he was enjoying the gifts of paradise - swimming, sunbathing, and berry-picking. He named a few more beetles and a strange fuzzy worm.

"Yeah..." Adam mumbled, folding his arms. "Maybe… I mean... It's fine."

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn't going according to the plan. Maybe because he wasn't suitable for this task at all. Anyone would be better at investigating than him. Damn, even Zuriel would do better with Adam. He was naturally talkative and sociable, and Adam would probably open up to him better.

"Hmm... You two used to be closer."

"What? No, no, we are close."

"Then… Where is she now?"

"Well, obviously somewhere around here…" Adam grunted. He wasn't happy that Michael suspected him of dishonesty. He was pushing too hard on him. "What do you think, huh? That… That I'm watching her every step?!"

But he used to. He followed Lilith regularly because he believed it was right. He was told to be in charge. Of course, he preferred to have her in sight, if not directly by his side. However, the damn woman didn't show any enthusiasm. Maybe only in the early beginning. Sadly, that changed rather quickly.

Adam did what he could to prevent her from running away. He tried to stay up countless nights, but he always fell asleep. Next, he tied her up, but soon, he realized that holding her hostage wasn't working as well. No matter what, she always managed to escape. Perhaps because Adam didn't tie her up properly. And perhaps because she had help. Ever since he tried to prevent her from running, she kept her distance. Adam had no idea how to fix it... But now Heaven wanted him to change? Him? Why him? Why not Lilith? She was the disobedient one! He just desperately tried to stick together. He wasn't a bad guy… Right?

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" Michael eyed him suspiciously, noticing his nervousness. "... Or something you should tell me?"

Adam's eyes dropped to his feet. He didn't say anything.

*

"I'm incredibly sorry for interrupting your tea party, ladies!"

The door swung open. Gabriel walked into the parlor with a dashing smile, swirling a letter between his lean fingers.

Show-off.

All the ladies in the room giggled, but Michael didn't accompany them. Instead, he glared daggers at Gabriel and pretended to sip on his cold tea. Of course, he didn't drink it for real. It was no black coffee or nectar. Just a leaf juice.
 
"I have a special express delivery," Gabriel informed as he shoved one of the remaining scones into his mouth. "Mhmm. Tasty... Let me-"
 
"Hey, hey, hey! Get your hands off our goodies! Those are only for invited guests!" Kesi scolded him and slapped his hand. But her eyes were sparkling with mischief.
 
"Ah, mom. Charming and tough as always. Are you trying to tell me I'm not welcome in this household? Admit it. You want all the scones for yourself." Gabriel teased and grabbed another one. However, he wasn't successful in taking a bite.
 
"Try it, and your hand will suffer from severe frostbites!" Kesi's fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"General, this is for you!" Gabriel said and passed him the letter.

Meanwhile, Athira beckoned Gabriel to come over. She sneaked into his pockets some more scones and biscuits. Luckily, Kesi didn't pay attention to him anymore as she dived back into an old argument with Memona.
 
"What is it, love?" Athira asked when she noticed Michael's scowl.
 
"It's… It's just another invitation to a tea party," Michael tossed the letter on the table. "Organized by no other than Adam himself."
 
 

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"What happened to those previous babies?"

"Oh, Cain… That's… Um… That's complicated."

"Why? Dad doesn't want to tell me either!"

Yeah. And he has a good reason for that...

"They're dead, aren't they?"

Zuriel's eyes widened. He didn't expect Cain to be so observant, but again... The human child was exceeding expectations every day. How fast he learned how to walk, use tools, and speak. He was a curious child, always getting himself into trouble. Sometimes, it reminded him of his baby sister… But she was an angel, and there were not many things that could harm her or straight-up kill her. With Cain, it was different.

"They're dead, aren't they?" He repeated his question more urgently, tears threatening to spill from his big olive eyes.

Zuriel jumped from the tree branch he was sitting on and approached the poor thing. Nor he, Espiridion, or any other angel of Heaven could ever foretell that humans would have had such complex minds - especially after their banishment from Eden. It seemed Cain wasn't affected by the hereditary sin that much. And Zuriel could tell since the little one was always following him around.

Another thing Hessa didn't think through. He wasn't visible to Adam's or Eve's eyes, but Cain had no problem spotting him even in the distance. And no, he wasn't only sensing his presence around… He's seen him.

"Don't waste your tears, little one. Everything's alright, okay? I've got you." Zuriel cooed and kneeled down. Cain immediately jumped into his arms.

"I'm scared..."

"You have no reason to be scared," Zuriel caressed the back of his head tenderly, his fingers combing through his thick auburn hair. "As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen to you or your parents, okay? You can count me on that."
 
Cain sniffled into his crimson cloak, little fists clutching the silky fabric. Zuriel sighed softly and sank onto the grass. With one swift motion, he scooped the child into his arms and gently cradled him. Was Cain too old for that? Yes. Did Zuriel care about it? Absolutely not. Over the years, he grew fond of that tiny human, just like his baby sister. But while Athalia was constantly in touch with other angels, Cain spent most of the time alone.
 
"Mom's been acting weird lately..." Cain hiccuped, burrowing his small face into the angel's chest. He didn't want to talk about it, but he had to. His father rarely listened.

Zuriel frowned. Yeah, it was no secret Eve's been struggling, but the last couple of months... Well, that was a rodeo - not exactly in the most positive way. It took a lot of physical and mental strength to make her behave.
 
"I know what she did... She's told me," Cain whined as he pulled away from Zuriel, looking straight into his eyes. There was a hint of fear in them. "She's told me she was the one who killed them... And... And-"
 
"N-no, little one. That's not how it happened."
 
"B-but-"
 
"Cain, listen to me," Zuriel said firmly, his big hands cupping the boy's round face. "Your mommy's ill. She doesn't know what she's saying. How... How does it come she was even with you alone? Where was your dad?" He didn't want to put more pressure on the poor kid, but he felt outraged by the sudden revelation. It could end up pretty bad. 

"I-" Cain averted his gaze, his cheeks burning from embarrassment. "I sneaked out when he was asleep."

Zuriel bit into his tongue to prevent himself from yelling at him. That was so reckless. But also heartbreaking. It was no secret Cain secretly longed for his mother's touch. And it was pretty logical... He was connected to her for more than nine months... Before even taking his first breath. 

"Please, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, but you have to be careful."

"Will mom try to kill me?"

A shiver ran down Zuriel's spine. Rawness of Cain's words was still catching him off guard. He had to grow much faster than Zuriel would like, but perhaps he was wrong. Maybe he was just sentimental. No other baby in the animal kingdom was as defenseless as a human baby. The first year was the toughest – the little human couldn't walk or feed himself. There was a time Zuriel thought he'd die because no matter what, he refused to latch. And when that combined with Eve's poor mental state, well... It was a miracle Cain survived for that long.

Losing him now would be disastrous.

"She might attempt," Zuriel pulled the boy against his chest again. There was no reason for him to lie – Cain wasn't dumb.

"But you'd save me, right? You're my guardian angel."

Zuriel's voice hitched in his throat, his grip around the tiny human increasing. How could he tell him the truth?

You'll be lonely on your journey, and your presence will be invisible to the human eye. Thanks to your sister, you will have an opportunity to become the first guardian angel... However, you will fail every single time.

Those were Hessa's words. And that... that was part of his punishment. A cruel decision made by the higher-up angels to let him know how much he's failed them. Because that fateful day, he didn't choose right - instead of relying on his head, he relied on his heart. Still, her words could have been untrue. Your presence will be invisible to the human eye. Now, he knew the verdict didn't apply to Cain. So maybe he could save him. However, that was more of a wishful thinking.

"Your dad and I will do everything to protect you," Zuriel murmured into his messy hair. His wings slowly shifted forward to serve as a double-layered hug. Cain always liked it when he did that. "I promise you, little one."
 
Cain muttered something into his clothes and snuggled up even closer. They remained like this until heavy footsteps were heard in the distance. Just then, Cain pulled away and looked over Zuriel's shoulder. At the sight of his father, he immediately perked up and rushed towards him.

Zuriel wings sagged by his sides and he felt a pang of jealousy coursing through his veins. Oh, how he wished to embrace his loved ones. To hug them. Kiss them. But he was stuck here on Earth.
 
"Dad!"
 
"Cain!"
 
"Dad! Dad! I was talking to my guardian angel. Look! There he is!" Cain bounced energetically around Adam, his index finger pointing at Zuriel.
 
"Woah. Slow down, champ. You're going to hurt yourself," Adam snickered and patted Cain's head with his free hand. The other was upholding the dead monk seal, preventing its slick body from slipping from Adam's shoulder.
 
Cain's attention quickly shifted from Zuriel to the dead animal. He continued to circle around his father, taking a closer look at the creature, poking it, and spreading its big flippers.
 
"What is it?"
 
"Food."
 
"Is it a fish? Why is its body so jiggly? And does that mean you were on the coast?"
 
Adam chuckled at Cain's questions. He wondered if he even had time to take a breath. But the kid was very lively. Thank God. And also quite handy. Adam slowly started to teach him basics when he was roughly four years old - he could already make fire and knew the difference between various herbs. When he was six, he crafted his first bow and skinned a young gazelle all by himself. Adam wondered if he was a gifted child or not. 

"Wait, wait, wait. You were on the coast without me!" Cain stomped his foot angrily and crossed his arms. "You promised you'd take me with you!"

Yeah. He did promise that. However, his plans did change since he was unsuccessful in his hunt. So he decided to take the last chance before sunset and try his luck elsewhere. He still couldn't believe he succeeded. This was indeed the first time he brought home a seal. But damn, if the damn animal wasn't weighing over four hundred pounds, then not even one. Adam's muscles were already cramping.

"Next time, Cain."

"B-But you promised!"

"Cain, I said something."

"That's not fair!"

"Deal with it."

"That's not fair!"

Cain cried louder, stomping again as he watched his father walk away. Okay, he was more of staggering.

Zuriel sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He approached the little human, immediately bringing him into a back hug and swaying with him for a few moments.

"H-He p-promised m-me."

"Shhh... Calm down, little one. It's okay."

"No, it's not!" Cain argued, tears streaming down his face. "Dad never takes me with him. I'm stuck in here taking care of some stupid plants!"

Zuriel gently rubbed his tummy, trying to soothe him. Once Cain got mad, it was almost impossible to calm him down. He used to get so angry he couldn't control himself anymore.

Well, the kid's awesome but has a terrible temper.

"Shhh... It's okay. It's okay. I've got you."

Cain protested and tried to squirm away from Zuriel but without any success. The angel held him firmly against his chest, unwilling to let go.

"Shh. You love taking care of plants."

"No, I don't!"

"Cain..."

"It's because I don't know anything else! I'm not allowed to do anything else! I hate it. And I hate dad too... Now let me go! I said... LET ME GO!"

"Just listen to me-"

"No! No! No! No!"

What a shame he's not an angel. I'd throw him off the cliff. That always seemed to work magic.

"I hate you! I hate everyone... And-... And everything!" Cain fumed, and as soon as he had a good chance, he sank his teeth into Zuriel's hand.

Well, that was new. 

"Cain, stop it!" Zuriel commanded him sternly, his grip around him not loosening. After all, he could deal with one bite – it's not like he hadn't experienced worse in his lifetime.

"NEVER!" Cain snarled, his teeth still fiercely biting into his hand.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?!

Zuriel looked around, his wings subconsciously twitching in irritation and despair. If Cain was an angel, he'd probably let him experience a free fall or pin him down and make him apologize. But Cain wasn't an angel, and Zuriel had no idea how much power he could use on the kid without hurting him. If anything happened to Cain... He wasn't sure if he could ever forgive himself.

So he did the first thing that came to his mind. The first thing that wasn't physical, of course. Zuriel picked him up and moved him towards the nearby stream. Cain's rage hadn't faded at all - he was still raging and crying at the top of his lungs. His cute little face was completely red and tear-stained now. The sight broke Zuriel's heart, but he knew he had to do something. Otherwise, the poor boy would take it too far. And so it happened that Zuriel dunked Cain's feet into cold water. He gasped, almost paralyzed by the sudden sensation, but then he growled and writhed in Zuriel's arms again.

"Shh... Calm down. Please, calm down." Zuriel begged him softly, splashing some water on Cain's face. He did it until the kid finally stopped fighting. And thank God, he did. Zuriel had to rub his face with water for almost three minutes straight, but it worked.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?! CAIN? CAIN!!!"

The little boy looked up at Zuriel, his eyes bloodshot and glossy. He whimpered and turned around to wrap his arms around Zuriel's legs. However, seconds later, he was yanked away from the angel. He let out a surprised yelp, and before he knew it, Adam was shielding him and crushing his wrist in an iron grip. 

"FUCKING ANGELS! I'VE TOLD YOU TO IGNORE HIM! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN?" Adam scolded him, his eyes flickering between his son and the place where he assumed Zuriel was still standing.

Cain's lower lip quivered, and his gaze dropped to his feet.

"ANSWER ME!" Adam raised his voice, but Cain refused to say anything. "THOSE WICKED CREATURES CANNOT BE TRUSTED. DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID TO YOUR POOR MOTHER?! DO YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE HER?"
 
"N-no.." Cain sobbed weakly, tears streaming down his face.
 
And then, something in Zuriel snapped. How could he spread so many lies?! Not every angel was wicked, as Adam stated. Did it really take only one angel to destroy their whole reputation? Zuriel wouldn't mind Adam's opinion, but infecting Cain with his own aversion seemed so wrong. He wanted to pounce on him, but again... What effect would it have? He'd fly straight through Adam's torso without him even realizing.
 
Zuriel took a deep breath in. He was suffering for far too long, being violently separated from his own kind and left almost completely alone. Almost. He had Cain. But for how long?

What if one day he wakes up and realizes he can't see me anymore? Or worse... What if Adam manages to get into his head the twisted image of my kind?

Oh, no... He didn't want to think about that - about Cain hating him. That hurt greatly.
 
"Dad... Please, he's a friend!"
 
"NO, HE'S NOT! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? HE'S HERE TO DECEIVE YOU! TO DESTROY US! HE WANTS YOU TO SIN. WHY CAN'T YOU SEE IT?!"
 
"He'd never do that! Tell my dad you'd never do that!" Cain protested stubbornly, his eyes locking with Zuriel's for a mere moment.
 
"I DON'T CARE, CAIN! THEY'RE LIARS... THEY MAY PRETEND TO BE YOUR FRIEND BUT TRUST ME, THEY'RE NOT!" Adam rumbled and dragged his son away. Cain tried to release his wrist from the grip, but it was hopeless. Instead, he extended his other arm towards Zuriel. His big, frightened eyes begged him for help, but at the moment, there was nothing Zuriel could do. The best thing was to stay aside. Otherwise, he'd risk Cain to get into even bigger trouble.
 
"I'm sorry, little one."

*

"Where did you get this?" Adam licked his lips, twisting the bracelet between his fingers. He simply couldn't look away from it.

"I collected it."

"You mean... You stole it."

"Excuse me?"

Angels cannot be trusted.

"You heard me, bitch." Adam gritted his teeth. "What is this?!"

Maybe he was getting paranoid, after all. Maybe a few days in Heaven were making him a total lunatic, but he couldn't believe that this... This was just a pure act of kindness. Why did she bring that up? Why did she have to remind him of his eternal loss? Fucking whore.

Athalia raised her eyebrows.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Adam raised his voice and shoved the bracelet right into her face until its beads brushed against the tip of her nose. She gasped in surprise.

"I don't know... I hoped you could tell me."

"I won't tell you shit!"

"Fine, fine... Then don't." She said hastily, raising her hands in surrender. The last thing she wanted to do was to get into another conflict.

"You're a bitch, you know that?" Adam huffed, visibly annoyed that she didn't want to argue with him. Because, oh boy... He really wanted to argue with her now. Even at the risk of third-degree burns. What made her believe she could show him the possession of his most beloved people? What made her believe she could collect them in the first place?

All they ever did was to take things from me.

"Yeah, because you're the prime example of a good person."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! DON'T YOU DARE TO COMMENT ON MY BEHAVIOR, YOU... YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!"

Athalia massaged her temples, trying to soothe her headache. Why did she even bother to make peace with him? It was completely useless.

I'm giving up. This doesn't lead anywhere. Sorry Yahoel, Hessa, God, or any citizen of Heaven. I can't anymore. I really can't anymore.

But she didn't want to imagine her penalty for disobeying a direct order from Hessa. That... That wouldn't be nice.

"WHY ARE YOU QUIET? FUCKING TALK TO ME, YOU COWARD!"

"I have enough of your bullshits. I'm leaving..."

"Oh? Oh!" Adam's eyes darkened. "So you can curse now, huh?"

"Of course I can, you shallow piece of shit!"

Well, that was new... And unexpected. 

"I'm done with you, Adam."

"Oh, you're done with me?! No, no, no. I'm done with you!"

"Whatever. Get out."

"Are you kicking me out?"

The audacity.

But she didn't look like she was bluffing this time. There was something... Something in her eyes made him instantly regret what he'd said. Maybe he could tone it down a little. But she pissed him off! How was he supposed to react?

"Look, I... Don't kick me out! You hear? Don't you dare to kick me out!" Adam warned her. However, his voice wasn't commanding but pleading. He hated it. He hated everything about this situation.

"Fuck you."

Adam was truly stunned by her abrupt change in demeanor. To tell the truth, he was convinced that angels were supposed to be on their best behavior all the damn time. He was so stupid to think that... Mainly after he witnessed many angels misbehaving. But the environment of Heaven just distorted his judgment... Angels that stayed here seemed different than the ones sent on Earth. He couldn't explain the difference, but he could sense it. Maybe that's why he was so caught off guard.

"Y-you don't mean it..."

"Wanna bet?"

"Why... Why the hell are you acting like a heinous bitch now?!"

Athalia's eyes narrowed into slits. At this point, she wasn't sure if he was just trying to annoy her even more or was really that retarded.

"Are you for real?"

"Um..." Adam crossed his arms and averted his gaze. Another insult rolled on the tip of his tongue but this time, he tried to control himself.

"Get the fuck out." Athalia seeped through her teeth, already at the edge of losing it. And she knew she'd be in a lot of trouble if she let her temper win this battle. But again, what should've motivated her to hold on and don't burn him alive? Well, metaphorically. She risked a lot for that ignorant, brainless mortal. She's lied to one of the few angels close to her heart just so she could get her hands on the bracelet. And instead of a simple thank you, she received another wave of insults and resentment.

"Make me."

"You're insufferable."

"Thank you."

Calm down. You won't get provoked again. You're above it. You're above him .

"Let me stay. I... I have nowhere to go."

"Don't blackmail me. You can go literally anywhere."

"No, I can't! I can barely fly!"

"Does that sound like my problem?"

Fucking bird bitch.

He tightened his grip around the small leather bracelet and counted to ten. Athalia was really getting on his nerves now. Of course, it was her problem. She was supposed to teach, guide, and serve him. If he wanted her to be a punching bag, she was supposed to obey, no? Why couldn't she fucking obey him?! It was getting pretty frustrating.

"I hope you'll burn in hell." Adam huffed and turned his back on her. Then he flopped down like a sack of potatoes and huddled with some of her clothes scattered around.

"Keep on dreaming, manchild." Athalia rose up, taking a few more deep breaths in. She pinched the bridge of her nose and walked towards the windows. She had never felt such a strong need to escape. Not even in the past.

She dug her fingernails into the windowsill, eyes scanning the empty Square below her. For a tiny moment, she hesitated and looked over her shoulder. She knew there was no reason for her to feel any pity towards Adam. The only thing she did was to defend herself like any other angel would do. So why did she feel so bad?

Every occasion for kindness is an invitation to grow in union with the Divine.

Don't let the circumstances blind you.

She had no idea why she recalled Yahoel's words during evenings' conversations, but she did. And damn if it hadn't had an actual effect on her.

I'm doomed.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

This is below my dignity.

"I'm not aware of what I did... But I'm sorry."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No."

"Well, you do sound sarcastic."

Every occasion for kindness is an invitation to grow in union with the Divine.

...

Right?

"You're sorry, huh?"

"I am."

Adam hummed and slowly rolled on the other side, facing her. He didn't know what she had in mind - if she was sincere or not. But he knew one thing. She was unworthy of his trust. She was an angel, after all. 

Unfortunately, Heaven was loaded with these fuckers, and whether he liked it or not, he couldn't ignore them. No... He couldn't avoid them.

One of my kids once said - keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. I guess there has to be some wisdom to it.

Or at least, he was about to put it in a test.

"Hmm.. Maybe I did overreact a little."

"Sure. A little."

"Don't get sassy with me, Feather Girl." He scowled, still squeezing the bracelet in the palm of his hand. "And bring me some food. I haven't eaten since my arrival."

"Oh, is that why you're so moody, then?"

"Fuck you."

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It's been more than a month since I posted the last chapter, and I'm not sure if I can make it to the next one by the end of May. But I'll surely try.
 
This month has been the craziest and the most challenging for me in a really long time. I've barely finished my bachelor work (I swear I was dreaming about Word documents more than I'd appreciated). And unfortunately, I lost a few of my sketches… One for the chapter six and one for the chapter ten. Words can't describe how upset I was since I wanted to show you a sketch of young Cain! He was so damn cute. Ugh. So, for the rest of the month, I sketched some more (but not Cain. I wouldn't be able to face the loss for the second time) since I didn't want to write chapters simultaneously with my uni work. So today, I bring you something special. An info dump. It's not a lot, but hopefully better than nothing. With that being said, I chose purposefully seraphs as the theme. You know, Um… I've got an idea that every time my lame ass won't be able to post, I'll sneak you some extra info and insights, maybe even a few sneak-peaks. Of course, it'd be best if that wouldn't happen in the first place, but we gotta have a plan B, right? RIGHT?!
  
As we already know from the story (if you read that shit), seraphs mostly live in the Temple of Euphony. And the way they live is… Humble. Ascetic even. They dress modestly, often wearing long airy robes in light or pastel colors, and have long voluminous hair in light or grayish shades. They are the holiest. The purest. At least most of them... And their routine is… Brutal. Morning is the time for prayers, practicing (especially warming up their voices), and studying heavenly scriptures. 
 
Then, the afternoon is all about reciting odes, singing, and playing instruments. Evenings are dedicated to conversations where the subjects or themes from the heavenly scriptures are debated between seraphs. The time is also used for further socialization. Once a week, all seraphs unite in the courtyard to host a simple dinner and share a small meal (or a drink) together.
 
The routine ends with Midnight lullabies. That's practically it. After that, they're free to do whatever they want for the remaining hours. Of course, there are some exceptions - special celebrations and feasts that seraphs attend to spread God's word and serve as a morale booster. However, drawing a line between obedient seraphs and disobedient ones can get tricky. Some believe that the responsibility lies with individuals, regardless of whether they follow the tradition or not. Let's take, for example, the Head seraphim. As an authority supposed to keep peace and order among other choirs of angels, they usually cannot attend every part of the routine and sometimes don't attend at all. It's accepted by heavenly society and fellow seraphs because the Head seraphim was chosen for a different path. 
 
On the other hand, Athalia acts on her own. She wasn't picked up by a higher power to do a different job, so she rarely meets compassion and acceptance. It wasn't until later that she joined the Temple of Euphony and participated in seraphs standard routine.
 
But truth be told, their conservative approach is more of an issue of the past when Heaven was exclusively a home for celestial beings. With the arrival of Enoch (or Metatron, if you wish), many things have changed - including a change of perception of what an exemplary seraph should be like. 

Now, a quick note to the sketches. Hessa doesn't have a halo since I didn't know what it should look like yet. Sorry, designing is really not my thing, but it's always nice to have a visual motive on hand. So why not share it as well? This time, I actually used some colors, but don't judge me, haha. Color theory is really not my thing, lol. There's a reason why I only use black, white, and gray... 

Eventually, all the info I've shared with you should appear in the story. It's just going to take a lot of time for me to get there, heh.
 
Now for the upcoming chapter. We'll get introduced to a dominion angel. The rivalry between Adam and Michael will also continue.

I'd really love to post it in a few days, but if not... I'll probably do it by the beginning of June. Oh, and it's called 'Look Through Heaven's Eyes'. Yes. Just like the song from The Prince of Egypt. Ah, what a timeless banger.

Until then, stay tuned, safe, and hydrated, and DON'T stay in the sun for too long. Please always wear a thick layer of sunscreen!

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Sera gazed up at the marble statue of herself. It towered over the largest courtroom, alongside other statues of remarkable angels. Though only three of these statues were seraphs.
 
Hessa, Auria... And now me. It is done. It's carved into the stone. This is the new me. My new responsibility. My new life... I don't deserve this. I'm not even sure if I want it.
 
A team of Thrones installed her statue just an hour ago, and ever since, Sera couldn't make herself leave. Her eyes were glued to her effigy as she revised her monotonous but peaceful life in the Temple of Euphony. Her mandatory training, under the supervision of Auria, was insufficient. Far too short for her to soak up all the wisdom. Besides that, she was sure she wasn't fitting for the role anyway.
 
Auria also wasn't the best example of a respected and fearless authority. For most of her functioning period, she did very little. She visited a few celebrations and feasts, and that was it.

Maybe I'm like Auria. More of a visual representative and spiritual leader than a ruler who sets the order and keeps peace among the choirs. 
 
Sera went back to her office. After she pushed the door open, she saw the two guests seated behind the oval table. But to her surprise, Adam didn't look angry or helpless anymore. A proud smile graced his lips, and his fingers drummed against the table in spurs of untamed excitement.

Right across sat a dominion angel, browsing through the stack of papers with an unyielding expression.
 
Sera swallowed heavily. What was the ex-member of the Holy Court doing here? They usually stayed out of public places. The presence of such a high-class dominion angel was rarely a good sign.
 
When his eyes met hers, Sera's heart skipped a beat. She had never experienced such an intense, piercing gaze in her life. It was almost like he could see every layer of her soul.
 
"Ayoo, Sera! Took you forever," Adam sighed and pointed avidly at the other angel. "Look who I found. And he's willing to help us kick Michael's flat ass! Haha! The victory will be ours! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!"
 
"Judicael Astraeus, at your service." He cleared his throat and rose up from his chair, shaking hands with Sera.

Sera nodded. Of course. Judicael Astraeus. One of the most controversial dominion angels of all. Unlike others who desperately tried to stay out of the public light and most conversations, Judicael was the complete opposite. The son of Akrasiel Astraeus, the current Holy Foreman. Sera remembered the day he was supposed to take Akrasiel's place. But instead of obeying the law, he relied on empathy and his past experiences. It didn't end well, and Judicael left the jury...

"I heard you have a disarray in your papers."

Sera snapped from her thoughts and smiled apologetically.
 
That's all you're good for… Smiling and apologizing. 
 
"I'm interested in your case, so I'm offering you my services. Then, based on the evidence, I'll decide on the best approach to confront Michael. Where would you like us to start, Your Highness?"
 
He's mocking me. I'm just a joke to him. To the ex-member of the Holy Court. Oh, Lord! 
 
Sera's smile stayed on even as she sat down. She tried to come up with a verbal response, but she found herself unable to do it. For meetings like these, she had to meticulously prepare. She couldn't fail to impress. No. She couldn't fail at all. That was her purpose now. To be an admirable and beloved leader.
 
You cannot let them down. You have to think about Emily. She can't suffer from your incompetence and weak spirit. 
 
"Your Highness?" Judicael addressed her for the second time, his eyebrows furrowing.
 
Sera clenched the fabric of her dress. All she could hear were her shaky breaths and blood bubbling in her ears.

"Sera? Helloooo?" Adam waved his hand eagerly in front of her face.
 
"Perhaps today isn't ideal..." Judicael signed and pulled away from the table.
 
"NO! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Adam raised his voice, but after a moment, he added softly. "Please."
 
Judicael crossed his arms, glaring daggers at that insolent human being. He couldn't care less about his shenanigans with Michael, the same way he couldn't care less about Sera's future career. But he reminded himself again of why he was here in the first place.
 
"Um... Tea. Yeah. I'm going to prepare some tea," Adam clasped his hands with a crooked smile. He looked nervous. "It'll soothe our minds and relax our bodies. Yeah, heh. Just give me a minute, okay? I'll be right back."
 
Judicael let his mind wander. That was odd. He rarely chose to recall memories or give a free pass to his fantasies. Dominion angels did live pragmatically, after all. They weren't dreamers but realists. They didn't idealize but verified. Still, when Adam appeared on his doorstep, begging for help, Judicael agreed immediately. However, every dominion angel was smart enough to know it was pointless. A total waste of time. Old treaties were hard to disprove or evade. Especially if they were claimed to be irreversible. Adam would need the approval of the Lord himself, and Judicael knew that wasn't a possibility. The second way was all about looking through every damn paragraph and trying to spot something he could use to their advantage.
 
Another wrinkle popped up on his forehead as he flipped through the papers, waiting for Adam to return. But even with a cup of tea, nothing was progressing as much as he'd hoped. On the other hand, Sera definitely looked to be more put together. She even started to talk again. Unfortunately, it still didn't change the fact he found nothing to work with.
 
"I'm afraid..." Judicael murmured bitterly after re-reading the same sentences all over again.
 
"No, no, no. Don't say it. Don't say it!" Adam grunted,  slamming his fist against the table. "There's gotta be something, goddamnit!"
 
"Your Highness? May I ask why are invasions still considered unnecessary?" Judicael asked suddenly. 
 
Sera furrowed her brows. She didn't expect a question like that. A trivial one, in her eyes. Even younger angels knew why Heaven took actions against residents of Hell. It was not rocket science. "It's due to their numerous uprisings, famously known to be led by the ex-first woman whose main goal is to conquer our realm. She stated openly that she would gladly destroy everything dear to us." Sera said calmly, her long fingers wrapped around the teacup. "She'd been spiteful since the day you banished her to Hell. Do you recall her words?"
 
"Oh, yes. Quite vividly," Judicael grunted. "As the act of love is not punishable, therefore intentions ensued from love should not be punished as well."
 
She was talking trash even back then. But Judicael couldn't blame her. Talking was one of the few things she excelled at. No matter the situation, she always tried to talk herself out of it. She had to learn that from Lucifer. The two really belonged together. But Judicael remembered that day not only because of Lilith's defense but also because it was his most important test of all. After the events of that day, more precisely after he'd voiced out the verdict, the jury was about to decide whether he'd become the new Holy Foreman or not. 
 
"Still, I don't think she'd dare to attack. Lilith's all bark and no bite, your Highness." Judicael evaluated nonchalantly. "But do correct me if I'm wrong, doesn't the new contract between Heaven and Hell state that hellborns would be spared from annual exterminations?"

"And that's what I'm worried about," Sera sighed. "It arises a great suspicion in me, to be honest."
 
Judicael knew what she was implying. That way, Lilith would have more time to recruit demons and successfully spread her propaganda. Plus, demons bred by the speed of light and reached adulthood within a few years. 
 
But why would they want to fight Heaven? Why would they be so interested in vengeance? Their perfect vengeance was through deceiving as many human souls as possible. They feasted on people's despair, wrongs, and secret desires. That was their ultimate weapon. If they recklessly decided to attack Heaven, there would be more damage than profit, and no demon would take such a risk. Except Lilith, of coure. But her roots were still humanlike. After all, she was created human. So Judicael really doubted the possibility of hell-borns invading Heaven. What a sci-fi concept. Yet, he could catch a glimpse of fear and uncertainty in Sera's eyes.
 
"FUCK!"
 
Adam groaned when his paper airplane crashed in the middle of the table. It caught Judicael's attention. Did he see right? Was that a paper hat sitting on his messy brown hair?
 
"What are your plans for the upcoming extermination?"
 
"Ha? My plans? Yeah, yeah... Of course. My plans." Adam stuttered. He thought that he was already dismissed from the conversation, but it turned out he wasn't. He reluctantly put down the rest of his paper creations and cleared his throat. "Well, first of all, I need to ensure weapons for my girls. Makes sense, right?"
 
"And?"
 
"Then we're gonna get down and crash some parties. Obviously."
 
Judicael wasn't impressed. Not even the slightest. In fact, his eyes were widened in horror - an emotion rarely seen in a dominion angel.
 
"What-"
 
"Gentlemen, please. Can we focus on our work?" Sera interrupted both of them. "Do you have any ideas? Any?" 
 
Sera was getting anxious again. She tried to take a deep breath and focus on the teacup. She reminded herself to not panic. She could make it and find the right answers. Now that they had a dominion angel to lend them a hand, everything would run smoothly, right?
 
"Adam, be so kind and hold this for me..."
 
Sera perked up as Judicael rolled up his right sleeve and unclicked his bracelet. Then he handed it over to Adam, who seemed rather confused. He twisted the bracelet between his fingers, admiring it from up close. "Not bad. Where did you get it?"
 
But Judicael wasn't here to promote angelic jewelry. Instead, he thoughtfully stroked his beard and leaned back against the chair. "Hmm... Do you feel any burning sensation? Tingling in your fingertips, or even subtle stinging?"
 
"Actually, now that you're mentioning it…" Adam chuckled nervously. "Yeah. Kinda yeah. Why?"
 
Judicael was clearly satisfied with the results. The corners of his lips twitched in a triumphant smirk. A few more seconds passed, and Adam dropped the bracelet.
 
"Ouch!"
 
"Judicael," Sera rebuked him, her lips pressed into a thin line. "What's the point of this?"
 
"Oh, I'll tell you right ahead, your Highness..." Judicael promised and showed her the bracelet. "This right here is pure angelic steel. Harmless for angels, devastating for demons and-"
 
"Quite challenging for winners," Sera added as the realization finally hit her. She carefully caressed the bracelet, almost like it could be the answer to all of their problems. How could she be so careless about the usage of angelic steel? Anyone working in heavenly forces was forbidden to be a part of Adam's new regiment, including powers and archangels. But only celestial beings could carry angelic steel without discomfort. Winners, on the other hand…
 
Michael planned it well. 
 
"I think I'm lost..." Adam murmured, examining the tiny burn on his palm. "Are you telling me that all of my hard work was useless?"
 
Sera swallowed heavily. But she wasn't the first to get to the word.
 
"I wouldn't say so. In my humble opinion, I think it's more of an advantage."
 
"How?"
 
"Depends on the wording of conditions stated in the treaty. But what's more important, we can work with it." Judicael was a little more confident now that he remembered how it usually went with angelic steel. It was almost always combined or paired with different substances. That's why it never caused any damage to winners. The road to the Pearly Gates was made from angelic steel and gold, and the majority of statues were sculpted from marble. Buildings were also made from a combination of steel, marble, and limestone. And that only confirmed the functionality of his theory.
 

*

When the meeting occurred, each pair of eyes was focused on Judicael. But those eyes were not pleading for mercy like he was used to. They were stern. Possibly curious, too. 
 
"May I ask you how would you describe a weapon, Palanivel?" Judicael asked his first question, standing at the top of the table, fingers brushing against the stack of papers.
 
Sera was anxiously rubbing her thumbs over the glass of water, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Athira radiated tranquility, her posture perfect and her expression reserved. Even Judicael, a dominion angel, didn't know what could be going on in her head. Ancient angels were just created differently. Adam sat right across, facing Michael with an arrogant smirk.  
 
"At our factories, we classify a weapon to be a tool that is exclusively used during expeditions, invasions, and exterminations in Hell," Palanivel shrugged. "Why?"
 
"Could you be more specific?"
 
Palanivel squinted his eyes and shrugged again. "What do you want me to say?"
 
"Well, for instance, I wanted you to say that a weapon constructed in Thrones factories is specifically used for killing demons. Can you confirm it, Palanivel?" Judicael swiftly browsed through his papers, his eyes flicking from the paragraphs back to Palanivel.
 
"Um, yeah? I thought that was obvious..."
 
"That means a weapon's signification is given by its predisposition to kill, right?" Judicael raised an eyebrow and observed how Palanivel indecisively nodded. "That's what weapon makes a weapon, no matter its placement. Can we all agree on that? Good."
 
Michael shook his head in denial. This meeting was silly. Sillier than his afternoon tea with his mother and her annoying girlfriends. But when Judicael brought a butter knife into the debate, he nearly lost it.
 
"Can someone tell me what's this?" He held the cutlery up in the air so everyone could clearly see it.
 
Adam eagerly waved his hand and spoke. "A butter knife!"
 
"Yes indeed," Judicael turned back to Palanivel. "And can we classify this butter knife as a weapon? Among us, you're the true professional, Palanivel."

"Absurd!" Michael snorted before Palanivel could even share his opinion. "This debate is absolutely pointless! I thought I made it clear enough. I refuse to spoil the new extermination commander and his concubines with weaponry support. I have all rights to do that."
 
"Michael..." Athira admonished him, her hand placed on her son's shoulder. He was losing his temper. Again. And that wasn't good. It was only a sign of incompetence, something Michael should avoid at all costs.
 
He was right, though. Adam was very vocal about choosing women exclusively as his recruits. But not women who were skilled or showed a talent for combat or strategy. No. His only condition was that they should be beautiful and lean. Not athletic. Lean.

"Awww, look at him..." Adam's grin even widened. "Isn't he cute? Throwing a tantrum because his army doesn't have so many hotties? Oh, what is it, tough guy? Feeling envious that you won't get laid tonight like I will?"
 
Michael growled, and without further ado, he grabbed his sword, climbing over the table to reach Adam. Athira gasped in shock but immediately pulled him back on his seat. However, it still didn't stop Michael from a verbal attack.
 
"You little whiny piece of shit, I swear I'll tear your soul apart and throw it into Elemi by myself. Let the Lord be my witness!" Michael shouted. His grip around the sword tightened to the point his knuckles turned white.
 
"Calm down," Athira leaned closer to his ear and whispered. "Calm down."
 
Judicael observed the heated situation without speaking a word. His face had still a stone-cold expression plastered on. "Shall we continue?"
 
Adam leaned back against the chair and nodded. He couldn't believe he was winning, but he did enjoy every second of it. It was hard to resist teasing that old archangel.
 
"Michael?"
 
"Yes," He hissed through his gritted teeth. "We shall."

And so the meeting continued. Just like Judicael thought, Palanivel confirmed that a butter knife couldn't be classified as a weapon because it wouldn't likely kill a demon. At least not permanently. For that effect, a weapon had to be made from pure angelic steel. It meant that Michael had no final word on any weapon that was made from less than hundred percent angelic steel. 
  
Michael clenched his jaw. How was it possible that Judicael decided to go against him? What were his intentions? Even the younger dominion angels knew that winners shouldn't be handed weapons. And they definitely shouldn't become commanders or leaders. But there was still a chance for this debate to turn out well. Athira was a respected individual, and her word carried weight.

Michael turned his head towards her, silently praying she would stop this madness. Because someone had to step in.
 
"Let it be," Athira retorted with a serene smile. "My dear, you made quite an effort in your research. I hope you're proud of yourself." 

Something in Judicael's stony expression slightly changed, but it was barely noticeable. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to another.
 
"And now, if you excuse us..." Athira rose up from her chair, and so did the other angels in the room. "We'll go home."

"Mother," Michael whispered in frustration and grabbed her hand. She held a power Michael could only dream about. She had the power to reverse everything if she wanted. But, of course, she chose to be a damn pacifist.
 
Adam was once a human, and his morals should have been tested in a Holy trial. No matter the new contract Auria signed. It was weird. And Lucifer was involved. His signature was right next to Auria's. Somebody had to inspect it! What if she was tricked? What if there were dark powers involved? Did nobody find it suspicious that she ascended higher right after that meeting? For Christ's sake, why was nobody giving a shit about that?!
 
Athira freed her hand from Michael's grip and ignored his pleading look. Instead, she approached Adam. "Just please, do not forget to see through Heaven's eyes."
 
Adam gulped and lowered his head politely. The direct presence of such a powerful entity still overwhelmed him sometimes. But it was way better than when he first met her.
 
She tenderly lifted his chin so their eyes could meet, and with the other hand, she gently drew a sign of a cross on his forehead. Adam gasped shakily, his eyes watering. He felt like she was staring directly into his soul and her touch... Damn, her touch was like a fire spreading across his skin. It stung, but he decided he could withstand it if he tried hard enough.
 
Michael growled in disapproval, grabbing his sword again.
 
"Do not forget to see through Heaven's eyes," Athira repeated, putting a lot of emphasis on her words.
 
"Y-yes, sure. You can count me on that," Adam whispered breathlessly, barely keeping the eye contact. "I promise."
 
"I don't need your promise," Athira cut in and leaned closer. "I just need you to remember it, child."
 
Adam nodded. Maybe this was the sacred predisposition Athalia talked about. This was his opportunity to prove his worth, as well as prove everyone wrong. What else could it be? This had to be it. After all, he even got a fucking blessing from the oldest celestial being in Heaven.
 
"Oh, don't worry. I'll do my best."

*

"Can you explain to me what in the Lord's name was that, Mother?! Look through Heaven's eyes? Do you really think that savage brute has enough brain cells to understand what you implied by it? He's a human! The worst kind out there. Selfish, narcissistic, perverted-"
 
Michael followed her, visibly disturbed. This was bad. Really bad. And he couldn't believe he was the only one seeing it. Why didn't others have an issue with Adam taking his place? Winners shouldn't be the ones to enter Hell and deal with demons or sinners. It was too dangerous.
 
"I don't have to justify my actions to you." 
  
He had enough of this crap. If there was a way to fix this mess, he'd do everything in his power to find it. This was far beyond his rivalry with Adam. He couldn't care less about that stupid talking piece of mud. This was about the protection of souls. The souls that weren't meant to stay in Hell but return to Heaven after every mission. And that could seriously damage the fragile harmony between the realms.
 
Athira looked around. They were drawing the attention of passing angels. It was both embarrassing and indecent. She thought she taught him better, but his temper seemed to be uncontrollable.
 
"Behave."
 
"Why should I?" Michael's eyes darkened. "When everyone's nuts, do not expect me to quote the Bible! I have lost my temper because I couldn't believe those lame arguments. Excuse me, but a butter knife? Seriously? What's even more unbelievable is the fact you let it slide, Mother."
 
"Save your grievances for later. We're bringing unnecessary attention..."

"Do I look like I care?!"
 
He was humiliated enough today, and on top of that, Athira didn't stand up for him. She has never stood up for him.
 
She might be an ancient mother, but that doesn't mean she's a good mother. 
 
Athira hated conflicts, and she usually ended them by shushing the opponent. She never argued because showcasing anger, moroseness, or any other emotion besides happiness and gentleness was improper.

"Michael, please. Don't make a scene," She asked him again, but it wasn't a plea. No, it reminded him more of an exhort. She had a permanent smile slapped across her face, not too wide and not too expressive – just a small gracious smile of an angel who caused him a lot of pain.
 
"Please. Let's talk it out inside."
 
Inside, huh? There, where no one can see how your mask shattering?
 
Athira hurried over to the Temple of Euphony, dragging Michael by his wrist like a small child. His sight was fixated on his wrist, where the long sleeve of his robe was pushed by Athira's bony fingers. Her nails dug into his pale skin with an unhidden force.
 
"Do you think it's fair to blame your own mother?" Athira closed the door of the nearest empty chapel.
 
"Your pacifistic nature isn't convenient anymore. The time has changed. Somebody needs to deal with the consequences of the past and, most importantly, make decisions. Even the hard ones. You gave Adam a pass just like that. Why? He didn't prove himself. He never did. He's the first human soul, yet he never became a full-fledged member of our society."
 
"It was decided without me."
 
"I know. But it was also decided without me." Michael took a step forward. "However, we both know you have the power. Unlike me."
 
"You're ridiculous!" Athira scowled. "The true power lies in not using it whenever you feel like it. I approved Adam even though I didn't have to. But I'm not a fool... I wouldn't dare to break the peaceful agreement between Heaven and Hell. Adam was chosen, and you should respect it."
 
A peaceful agreement?! What was peaceful about that? 
 
Michael clenched his fists and shook his head. They really didn't find common ground.
 
"I would've respected it. I don't care about Adam. He's harmless, and his fighting skills are debatable. But sending down a human soul to deal with the worst class of sinners and demons? Sorry, but that doesn't sit right with me. And now those demons obtained an exception!"
 
The extermination project was solely created as a response to demon outbreaks. Michael's troops fought powerful evil entities that tried to escape Hell, as well as they slayed influential sinners known as overlords – those who collected souls and specialized in making deals. Why? Because nobody should've turned their eternal punishment into profit.
 
"I believe in Adam. He'll see through Heaven's eyes," Athira stated. "I don't want to discuss it anymore. You should leave, Michael."
 
"Mother, with all due respect, it doesn't matter what you want or not. This is a serious thing. We gotta-"
 
"I said no, Michael."
 
"Can you imagine the possible damage on their souls? Or worse, if they're not going to use pure angelic steel, they're not going to kill anyone permanently. And that completely contradicts the intent of those missions!"
 
"Michael..."
 
"Or worse! His recruits are mediocre at best. They didn't undergo a proper training. What if someone's going to see that in Hell and gets the idea that Heaven maybe isn't as powerful as it used to be? We cannot allow ourselves to be perceived as weak and-"
 
"I SAID ENOUGH!"  
 
Michael flinched. He couldn't help but stress about this situation. And he really didn't understand how he was the only one. This couldn't continue... He had to do something against it. Although his options were limited.
 
"Fine. Have it your way, Mother."
 
Michael clenched his jaw. Then he turned on his heel and opened the door. For a moment, he paused and looked over his shoulder. "You know, Adam is really a lucky guy..."
 
Athira's eyes narrowed slightly as she crossed her arms.
 
"Seems you put a lot of faith in him. Such a shame you never did the same for me."

Chapter Text

All night, Michael paced around his room, thinking about what to do next.

I know something's going on in Eden. 

So, at dawn, he tip-toed across the hallway towards Lucifer's room. His heartbeat quickened as he pressed his ear against the door, trying to catch something – even if it was just a little squeak of bed, tired sigh, or passionate scribbling on a piece of parchment... But he couldn't hear anything except his own shallow breaths.

Nothing. Too much silence is never a good sign. 

Lucifer was naturally extroverted, bringing joy to others, stealing attention everywhere he set his foot and challenging the Lord with his innovative ideas. There weren't a lot of angels who wouldn't like him. However, the one that was mostly against him was definitely Hessa. Her stoic and cold-blooded nature didn't allow her to have any fun. But that was expected, considering seraphs were all about integrity, tranquility, and traditionalism.

Maybe that's why Michael had mixed feelings about living in the Temple of Euphony. On one side, there was nothing better than spending his free time inside where no one could bother him. On the other hand, Michael was in seraphs' eyes nothing more than a misfit, and they didn't hesitate to remind him of that. After all, he wasn't one of them. He was just Michael.

I gotta do something. I can't sit in here and do nothing. Lucifer's up to something, and I'm going to prove it! 

He walked past the small group of seraphs who were quietly discussing Athira's finalists. Hessa wasn't a people's candidate - she never managed to impress her peers. She was way too rational, logical, and rough around the edges, missing the class and nobility. But Michael could only assume that from other conversations. He was never really a part of any group. Sopranists, Altonists, Tenorists, Flutists, Harpists... His place wasn't among them.

Yahoel was naturally kind and friendly, and his beautiful rich voice stood out even in the largest choirs. Besides, he possessed a secret talent for connecting all kinds of angels. Luma was also rumored to be one of Athira's favorites due to her peacefulness and altruism, as she always helped those who needed it the most. Even if it meant she had to abandon her own duties or interests. She helped all ranks without second thinking. But that same kindness blinded her. When she fell in love, she went to the point of no return. 

Overall, Michael disliked the idea of choosing the ruler based on their status. He was a firm believer in proving one's worth. Hessa, Yahoel, and Luma were chosen only because they were seraphs, but how could anyone be sure that would make them a good authority? Because they had six wings instead of two or four? Because they often lived in ascetic conditions and were famously known to be unblemished? Sure, they were good angels and would do everything in their power to protect Heaven. But the same would do any angel - cherub, ophanim, dominion, or even an archangel.

Spying on Lucifer wasn't going according to the plan. His shape-shifting abilities only complicated the situation and intensified Michael's paranoia. He could be anywhere transformed into anything. A beetle, bird, butterfly, fish… Michael's efforts were in vain as he didn't know what to look for. And Lilith… He couldn't find her either.

After hours of searching, he finally decided to rest. He found the perfect spot and landed near the stream. Then he crouched and freshened himself.

I have to search Western territories. Ugh, how I hate Western territories… 

"Greetings, Michael!"

He wiped his mouth and looked up at the aproaching angel. "Greetings, Zuriel. Prince-"

"-Of the North Cardinal Point and Head of Creative Arts. Yeah, yeah. We know," Zuriel cut in with a chuckle. His face was still boyish – too young to be considered an adult but too old to be considered a child.

"Why aren't you at your position?" Michael furrowed his brows.

"It was no fun."

"No fun?" Michael poked Zuriel's chest with his index finger. "It's your job. It's not supposed to be fun!"

"But, apparently..." Zuriel clicked his tongue and removed his crimson cloak dramatically to reveal a tiny angel hiding underneath. "... My little sis thinks otherwise."

Michael didn't even have time to react when she attacked him with lots of hugs. The kid almost suffocated him, wrapping all four limbs and six wings around his head. And while Zuriel laughed his ass off, Michael was fighting for his life. He really didn't understand. Lucifer was never that clingy. Or maybe he was just forgetful. Either way, he was slowly losing oxygen. He tried to push her away and pinch her cute, downy wings, but nothing seemed to work.

"ZURIEL! HELP ME!"

"Haha, you wish."

Michael grunted, fixing his hair as Athalia seemed to lost interest in him. Then he pointed a finger at Zuriel, who had still quite a trouble to suppress his laughs. "And you stop it! Now!"

"I'm trying, your Majesty."

"Oh, shut up! Or else-" Michael's wings spread out, but at the same time, Athalia bounced off his head and disappeared behind the bushes. And, of course, she messed up his hair again. "Hey! Careful!"

That little angel is seriously ill-mannered. 

Michael huffed and started to scold Zuriel for not teaching Athalia how to behave. She was wild and unhinged, uncultivated at best. Baby angels were clueless about their strength as they would only learn over time how to properly use it. But they had parents and siblings for a reason – to keep them on track and ensure they wouldn't mistakenly hurt anyone. Zuriel tended to forget that part.

"C'mon. She's just playful."

"You should've left her with her parents. She doesn't belong in Eden, and besides, she's distracting you from work!" Michael tucked one of the loose strands of his hair behind his ear. "I'm serious, Zuriel. This could go wrong in any second."

"OW!!! IT BIT ME! IT BIT ME!"

Michael and Zuriel synchronized in their surprised reaction when the human jumped off from his hiding place and rushed through the bushes and fern, hollering.

"See? That's what I'm talking about!" Michael said with a cocky grin.

"You're not helping, Michael!" Zuriel gritted his teeth and unfolded his wings. He tried to snatch Athalia from above while she was terrorizing that poor human being.

Michael rolled his eyes in annoyance.

I'm not running after that savage baby angel. She's not my concern. I didn't drag her all the way here. Zuriel should have taught her some manners.

"MICHAEL!"

"Okay, okay. Fine." He grumbled and outstretched his leg just in time for Adam to trip over. Michael chuckled, the corners of his mouth twitching in a vicious smile. Zuriel immediately glared at him, disapproving of his methods.

"Oh, wow. Are you alright? I'm so sorry," Zuriel whistled and helped the human to get back on his legs. "Are you hurt? Do you feel dizzy?"

But all Adam said was that Athalia bit him, which was total nonsense. Zuriel didn't hesitate to show him she had no teeth, but he admitted she could've scratched him or pinched him just fine.

"Please, do excuse her. She's still learning..." Zuriel apologized again and held onto Athalia, who hopelessly tried to reach for Adam, her downy wings fluttering intensively.

However, Adam was scared to death, and he took a step back. "A baby? What is a baby? That thing... It pounced on me."

"Aw, look at it. Now you offended her!" Zuriel stated with a sigh as he noticed Athalia's pout. "Please, apologize."

"Me?! That... That creature should apologize to me first!"

"Well, the question is..." Michael cocked his head and narrowed his amber eyes. "What were you doing here? This is not your preferred place of stay. Were you spying on us?"

"What? N-no. No, I wasn't."

But Michael didn't believe him. With a few energetic steps, he approached the shivering human, who tried to retreat, but instead he fell over, which made a perfect opportunity for Michael to assert dominance.

"Do not lie to me," Michael pinned him down with his foot. He pulled out a saber, the pointy tip pressing into Adam's larynx. "I hate lies. And liars. Are you a liar, Adam?"

"N-no! Please, stop!"

The First Man was horrified. He didn't expect this to happen. Why was that angel so angry? And what was he doing? That pointy thing wasn't pleasant against his skin. Actually, it slightly hurt. His frightened eyes traveled to the other angel that was standing aside, looking perplexed by the situation as well.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" Michael's eyes darkened. "I'll give you one last chance. So I recommend you to engage that tiny brain of yours and cooperate."

Adam gulped. He felt how his eyes were stinging with unshed tears. Eden was supposed to be a paradise, no? So why was he feeling so low lately? Why was everyone turning against him?

"SPEAK!" Michael raised his voice, and the First Man flinched. He wasn't used to yelling or such a rough treatment. And he was scared. Extremely. To the point, he shielded his face with his hands. He couldn't speak... Every damn word stuck in his throat. Only a tiny sob found its way to the surface. But that made Michael even angrier, his wings shifting restlessly as he pressed the tip of the saber against Adam's throat with more power. "Stop acting cowardly. Be a man, goddamnit!"

"Michael, that's enough. You're scaring him."

"So what? Somebody's gotta teach him a lesson-"

"Michael..." Zuriel finally stepped in and placed both of his hands on his friend's shoulders.

"I have no time for this," Michael retorted sharply and shoved Zuriel away. He had to stay composed for the mission. "Take your sister home and make sure she stays there."

"But-"

"No buts. After you're done with her, return to your position. As for you," Michael shifted his gaze to Adam, who was still on the ground, peeking through his fingers. "Don't you dare to sneak up on me ever again. Understood?"

"Y-yeah... O-okay."

"Good. Do you know where's your wife?"

"No. Not at all... I haven't seen her for a while now. I swear... I swear to God. I'm telling you the truth... I'm not lying."

"Very well. Look at you. You're learning quite fast," Michael pointed out, unimpressed, and spread out his wings. "When I return, I don't want to see any of you. You'll be enjoying the gifts of the paradise, and Zuriel, may my Father protect you if you won't be patrolling over the north Eden."

"Yessir!" Zuriel saluted, but there was an undeniable hint of mockery in his tone. He didn't take Michael's words that seriously. He was probably born grumpy. Which was strange because most of the angels were lively and kind. However, Michael... Well, he was pretty uptight.

As soon as he flew away, Zuriel stretched the hem of his cloak and dipped it into the water. He bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to figure out Michael's hostility. It was more than obvious something was gnawing him.

After that, he carefully approached Adam who was curled up on the ground. It nearly broke his heart. Nobody deserved to face Michael's outbursts, especially not a human.

"Hey, I-" Zuriel cleared his throat and moved a little closer. "Uh... Let me… Just let me check your wounds, okay? I'm not going to hurt you."

Adam slowly raised his head, his eyes widening in horror. "Wounds?"

"Yeah. Wounds. Hold still. It'll take just a few seconds." Zuriel nodded with an encouraging smile. Then he knelt beside him and gently pressed the damp fabric against his neck. But there wasn't much to treat. Michael didn't cut deep.

Still, Adam subconciously flinched. He had no idea what to expect next. These angels... They were so peculiar. However, Zuriel didn't look like he meant harm.

"I'm sorry. Michael's got carried away... I should've stopped him."

"I... I really didn't want to spy on you," Adam defended himself, worried about his safety. "I'm telling the truth. Please. Believe me. Believe me. I'm not a liar. I'm not."

"Shh. It's okay. Now, tilt your head back," Zuriel murmured, focused on pressing the fabric against the oozing slash on his neck. He couldn't care less if Adam followed them or not. Michael's reaction was absolutely inappropriate.

"Do you remember how to get back?"

"I... I suppose."

"It's okay. We can escort you." Zuriel immediately offered and pulled Adam back on his feet with more power than he intended. Adam's eyes widened in horror.

"Whoops. Sorry. I'm still learning as well."

"Learning what?"

"How to be a good angel, of course. We're both in training." Zuriel turned his head towards the tiny bundle of feathers sitting on his left shoulder. Athalia's eyes were drooping, and her mouth was repeatedly opening in series of small yawns.

Adam watched the two angels with interest, observing their affectionate behavior. They hugged and kissed each other so effortlesly, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He wished someone would do the same with him. And Lilith... Their dynamic was odd. Clearly, something was missing in their relationship. Maybe a mutual understanding, but Adam knew nothing about the range of his own emotions. He didn't really explore that part of himself yet.

"So... Can we escort you back?"

"Um... Well..." Adam stuttered. "Didn't he-"

"Michael."

"Y-yeah, Michael..."

"It's polite to address angels by their names."

"Polite?"

"Yeah. You know... Respectful."

"Oh."

"You haven't met many angels, huh?"

Adam looked down and slowly shook his head. Angels were peculiar creatures - they looked, interacted, and moved similarly, but somehow they were different. When he had the opportunity, he always observed them with unconcealed amazement. But despite many tries to approach them, angels seemed to be terribly shy. They always fled. Just like Lilith did a few days ago.

"Let's go, my friend." Zuriel smiled and wrapped his arm around Adam's shoulder. But the man didn't know how to react. His muscles tensed up, expecting another attack. However, nothing bad happened. So, could it be true? Could he really make a new friend? What was even that friend? Was it someone who was supposed to be close to you? Closer than a spouse or less? What did that word mean in the first place? He still didn't know the meaning of most things. But whatever that word meant, it was probably positive.

The walk took them abouttwo hours, if not more, but Zuriel didn't look annoyed or angry. Of course, he'd get there faster if he used his wings... However, this was a perfect opportunity to look around the Garden from a different angle. It was refreshing.

"You know... I'm starting to understand why the Lord loves to walk around here. It's beautiful." Zuriel pointed out, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The green scenery was really calming, almost therapeutic, and the various sounds of insects and different small animals... Truly something otherworldly.

"He walks around here?" Adam's eyes widened.

"Oh yeah. I've heard the Lord spends here more time than in Heaven."

"W-why?" Adam whispered, his voice slightly shaky. He didn't like the fact that his Creator was patrolling around so often. It filled his heart with uncertainty and anxiety. Maybe he didn't believe he'd be capable of fulfilling the task he'd given him.

"He loves it here. As much as he loves you." Zuriel assured him and squeezed him around the shoulders as they continued to stroll back.

Adam slowly nodded. Of course, he loved him. There was no denying it. From the moment he breathed life into him, Adam felt nothing but unconditional love. It enveloped him like the warmest of hugs, and he believed it without question.

"You're so precious to him... Both of you."

Adam balled his hands into tight fists. He knew Zuriel meant well. At least, he hoped so, but those words stung deep. He couldn't help but feel like a failure because none of it ran smoothly. Whatever it was between Lilith and him... It didn't remind him of that unconditional love he felt in the Lord's presence.

What if I fail him? 

"Oh, wow! Is this your place?"

Zuriel interrupted his train of thoughts with a loud whistle. Adam blinked and looked at the angel's profile. But he didn't look disappointed, disgusted, or annoyed. In fact, there was a bright smile tugging on his lips.

"Y-yeah. I don't like changes... This is where I sleep and spend most of the time."

"Fascinating!"

Adam chuckled nervously as Zuriel looked around the small clearing. There was a nearby pond full of water lilies and yellow irises. The colors were so saturated and eye-catching... Even now, during the dusk.

"Oh, I think we'll stay for a while. What do you think, sis?" Zuriel's voice was full of enthusiasm as he asked the tiny angel resting on his head. But Athalia seemed to have no problem with that. After all, she was too tired to do anything but agree.

"Um... And won't you be in trouble?"

"Nah. Michael has a bad temper, but don't worry, he'll grow up from it. One day." Zuriel retorted, walking around the clearing while taking in all the details. He didn't even notice the luminous bugs, their soft buzzing adding to the atmosphere of this wonderful place. "It'd be lovely to meet your wife." 

"Oh, yes. My wife. She's... Um..."

Zuriel lifted his eyebrow. He has heard about Adam countless times - virtues and other archangels wouldn't shut up about him as he was the main attraction for awhile now. He was described as being childlike - whimsical and entertaining, creative and clumsy… But to Zuriel, he seemed rather drowsy, anxious, if not straight-up depressed.

"You... You want some?" Adam changed the topic and reached for the lowest branch of the tree, plucking the plumpy, roundish fruit.

"Oh, what is it?"

"I call it an orange," Adam took pride in saying that and lifted up the fruit. "Flavor differs from sweet to sour with a strong bitter aftertaste."

"Splendid! And how do you consume it?"

"Uh... I'll show you. Look!" Adam cleared his throat and took a courageous bite. His face scrunched up a little as he munched on the bitter peel combined with sweet, juicy flesh. That made Zuriel almost drool. Until now, he has never dared to taste human food. Virtues claimed it was heavily overrated compared to the divine nectar every angel consumed. Fruit was packed with water and fructose with little to no nutritional value for celestial beings.

"But be careful. This one's extremely bitter," Adam warned him and spat out the chewed peel. First, he tried to swallow it, but he had a strange feeling it would get stuck in his throat, and he would have a hard time getting it out. This was definitely a safer option.

Zuriel tapped his chin a couple of times before he plucked another orange. Then, he observed it from up close, almost like he was trying to figure out the way it was supposed to be consumed. "Well, why don't you just squeeze the juice out, hmm?" He mumbled and shoved both of his thumbs into the orange's flesh, parting it in half.

Adam looked down, blushing. Now, he made himself look stupid. Why hasn't he figured it out earlier?

Because you're too comfortable...

His inner voice sounded a lot like Lilith. Yes, they've argued about his passivity before. But why would he spend time figuring out different ways of eating a fruit when the outcome would remain the same? It would satisfy his hunger and end up in his belly one way or another. Juiced, peeled, or smashed, it really didn't matter. At least until his tongue made a contact with the sweet flavor without additional bitterness. Adam's eyes widened in utter amazement. He had no clue oranges could taste so damn good.

"Oh, wow..."

"Tasty?"

"I... That's... Wow. I didn't know... I'm... Shocked."

"Ha-ha. Not bad for an angel who's not a virtue, huh?" Zuriel chuckled and squeezed some of the remaining juice straight into his mouth. "Mhmm, the one who designed these bad boys needs a raise. It's delicious."

You are too comfortable.

Lilith's voice echoed through Adam's skull, making him feel even more miserable. A few hours in the presence of an angel, and he already felt incredibly stupid... Incredibly oafish.

How can I be God's favorite creation? Why me? I don't even know how oranges work. Maybe she's right.

"Hey, hey, hey... Why the long face, my friend? Don't worry. I'll sell you the patent!" Zuriel snickered and patted him on the back. Adam almost lost his balance.

"Ah, common. I was joking, okay?" Zuriel's expression softened even further. "Why are you so serious? Did something happen? Can I help you? Don't you want to confide in me?"

"I…" Adam inhaled deeply, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, okay. You know, that's completely fine."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Me? No. No. No. It's your business," Zuriel shrugged with a small smile. "But I like to think about myself as a top-notch listener, so if you ever change your mind..."

"Thank you."

Having a friend would be nice.

"Ahem!"

"Z-Zuriel. Thank you, Zuriel." Adam corrected himself, making a mental note to address angels properly. But in his defense, this was still a new thing to him. Adam just hoped he didn't offend his new friend. He didn't want him to leave.

"Ahem!" Zuriel cleared his throat for the second time, pointing at the top of his head where his sister was resting with her arms crossed.

"A-And you, of course!"

Her name... Um... Her name. It was something with A. Alania? Atalania? Akalia? Ugh! Why are angels' names so hard to pronounce? 

Adam scratched the back of his neck and took a deep inhale. He almost had that name on the tip of his tongue.

"Thank you too, Antalya."

Adam emphasized each word with confidence, but he had to mess up again because Zuriel burst into laughter while Athalia looked even more outraged. She threw herself on the human, pinching his face and tugging on his brown hair.

"Ow! Hey! What's wrong with you?! I just wanted to befriend you!" Adam grunted and tried to shield his face from more attacks.

"Oh, you messed up. Her name's Athalia. Not Antalya." Zuriel informed him, his words transforming into another fit of laughter. "And now you owe her another apology."

Adam put his hands in the air, palms facing the raging little angel. "Fine. Thank you, Athalia. For everything. Okay? Is it good now?" Adam glanced at Zuriel, waiting for his response. But he didn't look satisfied, nor did Athalia.

"What? I said it correctly this time!"

"But you haven't apologized."

"I said thank you!"

"Oh, don't be so prideful, my friend. Just say you're sorry."

"I already did! I really don't know what you're talking about. Isn't 'thank you' sincere enough for angels or what?"

Zuriel pursed his lips. God presented humans as spectacular dominant creatures. Above any species. Dominant indeed. But since when dominance equals ignorance? Since when does dominance mean infallibility? 

"Seems there's still a lot you have to learn..." Zuriel said calmly. "One of the first lessons we angels learn is that everything starts with sorry."

"I don't need to learn anything. I am already grown up. Look at me. We're almost the same height!" Adam argued. "I just don't have wings, but we're practically the same. Aren't we? We both have hair, two eyes, nose... We use the same mimics and gestures. I don't get it. What makes us so different?"

That was a good point. Zuriel had to give him that. "I don't know if I'm the right person to tell you." He sighed and placed his hands on Adam's shoulders. "We aren't that different, but still, we are. We'll always be because I'm an angel, and you are a human."

"But you look human!"

"It's just a disguise. Our true looks can be quite…  mind-blowing." 

"Hmm..."

Adam wasn't really convinced by his words, but further questioning could make him leave, and he didn't want to risk it. Loneliness was far worse than admitting he could have been wrong. And he didn't want to be alone anymore. Left out or forgotten.

So when Zuriel's face softened, and he felt it would be fitting to apologize, he did. And thank God nobody suspected him of dishonesty or bad intentions. Well, after all, how could he know which way of apologizing was right and which wrong?

Every apology counts. After all, it starts with sorry. 

*

Michael's fast pace was driven by wrath. Or perhaps determination?

The sun was already setting beyond the horizon. A sunset. The undoubtful reminder of his failure. He searched the whole day, from midland to borders, from mountains to valleys… He tracked all four rivers – Pishon, Gihon, Perat, and Hidekel without success. Raphael and Gabriel told him they hadn't spotted anything unusual. Unbelievable. It seemed they truly didn't pay attention to their surroundings. Amateurs.

Oh, how he wished to be somewhere far from anyone, just him and his books and peaceful quietness. But somebody had to get their hands dirty. Who else would take the job if not him?

Anyone else is incompetent. Not suitable for such a mission. It has to be me. Who, if not me? I'm the eldest, and I shall be an example for others. 

Michael repeated in his mind like a mantra as he suppressed a small groan. The agony was slowly building up in him, especially in his wings, but he knew he was able to conquer it and continue his mission.

Angels don't give up. I don't give up! Never did and never will.

And his determination really paid off this time because, around an hour after sunset, he finally noticed something radiant in the distance. Fire. Somewhere outside the Eden's borders.

Gotcha. If I were you, I would start to pray, brother.

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The first week was hard. The second week was even harder. Third and fourth, fifth and sixth… One day, Adam just stopped counting the passing by days. It was too painful to hope for a second chance because there was none. No salvation. No mercy. He failed himself, and what's worse, he failed God. What was he even doing that day? Swimming? Resting in the shadow of a tree? All of his memories were blurry and distanced. Almost like Eden had never existed. It was just a beautiful dream, and he was forced to wake up from it.
 
His responsibilities back then were nothing compared to his responsibilities nowadays. He had no skill, no wisdom, and no one to rely on. Well, he had Eve. And he loved her very much but after that incident with the Forbidden Fruit… He couldn't even look at her. Maybe she felt as guilty as Adam. And perhaps she didn't, but Adam was too much of a coward to ask. The fear of not seeing eye to eye with her was damn scary, so every day, he disappeared with the rising sun and came home only after the sunset.
 
He walked six miles that day and already felt light-headed. The soles of his feet bled crazy, and his muscles were cramping. Unfortunately, he was forced to take a break every few minutes. Something like that would never happen in Eden. He missed the place and the smell, but mostly, he missed the times when everything was okay.
 
Zuriel observed him from above. He was a bit nervous seeing Adam on the verge of collapse, his body weakened by heatstroke. But the worst thing was that if anything happened, he wouldn't be able to save him.
 
You will have an opportunity to become the first guardian angel, though you will fail every single time.

 
Zuriel landed next to Adam, who was now leaning against the tree, eyes half-lidded and his breaths coming out in erratic pattern. Zuriel waved a hand in front of his face, chewing on his lower lip. This didn't look good. What was he supposed to do now that he was invisible to the human eye?
 
"Oh, man. C'mon. Don't you dare to lose consciousness… I can't carry you back, you know." Zuriel sighed in frustration, trying to shake him up a little, but his hand went straight through Adam's shoulders.

Thank goodness Adam was collected the last bits of his remaining energy and tried to find a way home. That was really impressive considering his current state, but Zuriel had no time admiring it. Instead, he was right behind him, praying he wouldn't collapse in the middle of wilderness. Adam navigated himself blindly in the darkness, arms stretched out in case something would be in his way.
 
As soon as Eve spotted him in the distance, she'd thrown herself into his arms and sobbed. He's never returned so late before, and she was scared she'd end up alone. Eventually, that incident helped them stick together. And Zuriel could sigh in relief. It was good. Just like it was meant to be. However, his temporary happiness was quickly replaced by a pang of sorrow. He, too, wished there would be someone waiting for him. Anyone. His sister, parents, his fellow friends… Spending days and nights separated from other angels was tougher than he thought. But he reminded himself to be strong. 

*

Athalia sat by the pond located in the courtyard of the Temple of Euphony. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at her own reflection in the water. She missed her life before Hessa's verdict. Now, all she could do was participate in a sacred routine and occasionally take a stroll around Heaven's main square. Yeah, sure… After a few years of good behavior, she was allowed to actually have a few hobbies. She was welcomed in the library as well as in Castrum.
 
So why do I feel so empty on the inside? 
 
"You won't find answers in the water."
 
"Maybe if I look long enough, I will."
 
Athira chuckled and sat down next to Athalia, her ethereal presence causing the souls of four ducklings swimming in the pond to calm down immediately. Instead of chasing each other's tails, they swam closer to the ancient angel, seeking attention.
 
"You're sad…" Athira noticed and opened the palm of her hand for the bravest duckling.
 
"I wanted to ask you something."
 
"Go ahead, then."
 
"Why am I a seraph?"
 
Athira furrowed her brows as she continued to pet the small duckling resting in her palm. "Angels are not born ranked, love. Every single soul in Heaven has control over their own destiny. They make the decision. Not me. Not the Lord. Them. Or in this case, you."

"So it's my fault?"

"A fault is a bit harsh word... Everything happens for a reason. It was meant to be."

"It's hard to believe that..."

"Just because you don't realize it yet doesn't mean it's not the truth." Athira retorted calmly. " One day, everything will become clear to you."

Athalia nodded, not exactly convinced about the idea. If everything happened for a reason, then it meant no one really made a mistake in their life, right? Or maybe she couldn't see this theory work in reality. She remembered her parents, so devastated by the fact their love wasn't supported and, in fact, was even punished. On top of that, she felt like she was punished as well… Every day reminded her that being a seraph was nothing but a pain.

"Athira," She turned her head towards the elder angel. "Is it too bold to ask how long people live?"

"Do you wish him to die already?"

"I… No! Of course not! What? I just… I'm curious. Nothing more." Athalia panicked, already regretting her question. It sounded way darker than in her head. She just wanted to know when she should expect Zuriel to come back. In ten years? In fifty? In hundred?

"Depends."

"Depends?"

"Some wild animal could kill him even tonight. It's possible but unlikely."

"Why?"

"Adam's purpose is not fulfilled yet."

"Oh. And does he know about his purpose?"

"Deep down, everyone knows their purpose. Just because some can't accept it, doesn't mean they don't know."

"Pfft. Unfair… So once he fulfills his purpose, he's going to die, am I right? How long is it gonna take humans to reproduce? Perhaps Zuriel's on his way already? You know what? I should take a look myself-" She tried to stand up with a shy smile, but Athira's firm voice made her jump.
 
"Athalia! You don't see through Heaven's eyes!"
 
"I… I didn't mean..."
 
But she had no opportunity to finish her explanation. The ground under her feet suddenly disappeared, and if it weren't for her quick reflexes, she'd definitely fall. She was hovering right above the trees, her feet nearly brushing against the top leaves.
 
After a few seconds, Athira appeared next to her with a displeased look on her face. "Here. You have a chance now. One arrow should be enough…" She snapped her fingers, and a bow and a single arrow appeared in Athalia's hands. She was baffled, but then she finally understood. The chance. Athira was giving her a chance to end it. She could win Zuriel back and make everything right. Without a second thought, she adjusted the arrow to the bowstring, all while Athira was silently eyeing her.

A shadowy silhouette stepped from below the crowns of the trees. Athalia's eyes widened, nostalgia hitting her exceptionally hard. She used to sneak to the Garden, craving for knowledge. She used to cherish these earthly creatures, not hate them.

However, Adam didn't seem to be alone. No. He was holding something... Someone. His laughter was accompanied by another voice, bubbly and high-pitched.

Is that a human child?!

For a moment, she almost forgot about her argument with Athira, and all she wanted to do was get closer. To take a blank parchment and scribble down the details about this peculiar tiny creature. For a moment, her grip on the bow faltered.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot," Athira retorted coldly. "Nobody's going to know. Zuriel won't be there in time to save them. And even if he was, there's nothing he could do about it."

"You wouldn't let me do that."

"Unlike you, I know my place. It's not in my power to decide whether to take a life or not. I won't interfere. That's on your conscience, not on mine."

"Then why did you provide me with a weapon?"

"Oh, please. We both know that if you wanted, you could take one from the Castrum. You're only forbidden to step on Earth's ground, not to get close to the ground. I just made it easier for you."

She was good with almost any heavenly weapon by now. She trained to impress Michael and make him change his mind. She could do this if she wanted. One arrow, straight to the heart.

Humans were fragile, similar to animals. She couldn't understand it before when she was blinded by her own selfishness. As Zuriel stated, she could destroy them just by standing in front of them. Her celestial energy was strong enough to wipe them from the Earth's surface.
 
But they're living beings… With a range of emotions and intellect. 
 
Athalia's vision blurred from tears welling up in her eyes, her hands became shaky, and her breathing unsteady. If she released an arrow without precision, she could shoot the kid...
 

You can't.

Athalia finally lowered the bow. Just because she could, it didn't mean she should. It was morally wrong. Of course, she still wanted her favorite angel to get back as soon as possible. But not at all costs. Not like this.

"What's the problem? Why so sudden change of mind?" Athira asked, arching her eyebrows.
 
Adam repeatedly twirled the tiny human in the air, laughing. She remembered quite vividly how Zuriel took care of her, how he twirled her in the same way and spoiled her with pure adoration and love.
 
"I may be ignorant of my own purpose and destiny..." Athalia replied firmly. "But I know one thing. I'm not meant to steal their last breaths."

*

The sun was lazily rolling on the horizon when Adam carefully jumped over the fallen logs, his knuckles turning white from squeezing the wooden spear with too much power. It was the perfect season for fishing.

Adam wiped his sweaty forehead and palms. He needed a firm grip if he wanted to catch something. He climbed on the rock, full of expectations. The stream was supposed to be filled with breams, but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Hmm. Maybe tomorrow?" Zuriel glanced at Adam, who obviously couldn't hear him. Even if he tried to scream from the top of his lungs, Adam would be unaware of his presence. But since the birth of his son, he had a suspicion that he wasn't as invisible to the human eye as he thought. He could swear that kid was staring at him. And he occasionally chuckled at Zuriel's funny faces as well.

It's a good thing he doesn't know how to talk yet.

"Please. Just one. Give me one..." Adam whispered hopelessly. "Please."

Zuriel had to admit that Adam wasn't very skilled in taming animals, later known as domesticated. He was not conflicted, and he didn't want to cause any harm to them. One panicked bleep from a sheep, and he released it. Eve had to give him lectures and told him to set the priorities straight. They weren't in Eden anymore, so they had to make hard decisions. Killing for surviving was essential and nothing to be blamed for. But Adam still preferred hunting fish and collecting mussels over killing wild animals.
 
Zuriel kicked a tiny rock with the tip of his shoe, thinking. He could take a look at the terrain from above and perhaps lead Adam to more prosperous regions. That sounded like a solid plan, so he spread his wings wide, and in a few seconds, he was drifting on the morning breeze, trying to spot a place with better opportunities.

He found the herd of bulkier antelopes munching on desert bushes. Somehow, Zuriel managed to kill a young one, cutting its throat with a dagger. Poor mama tried to scare him away with horns, thumping around, but Zuriel was agile and dodged every single attack. When the herd finally moved, Zuriel cleaned his dagger and looked apologetically at the dead animal. Everyone does what needs to be done.
 
Zuriel put away his dagger. What a funny story about that one. He wasn't supposed to have it with him, but a month ago, Gabriel finally visited. At first, Zuriel was skeptical, so he refused his gifts.
 
"Athira's alm. Take or leave, but Hessa has nothing to do with it."
 
"You know, I'm not supposed to."
 
"You're not supposed to ask for supplies and weapons."
 
Zuriel bit the inside of his cheek. That was true. And if Athira was behind it… He didn't need to worry. The ancient angel probably found a gap in Hessa's verdict and took advantage of it. And to be fair, Gabriel wouldn't risk it just because Zuriel was his old pal.
 
"One more thing," Gabriel handed him blank parchments. "You can write to your sister."
 
"What? Really?"

"Did you forget already? I'm the messanger. I'll deliver those letters straight to Athalia's hands. And without any additional fees. A real bargain, my friend."
 
"But how?"
 
"Athalia is under Athira's wings. She moved to the Temple of Euphony just a few days after you left."
 
"Why would she do that?" Zuriel scowled. That didn't sound like Athalia's idea at all. She would never willingly step into the Temple of Euphony, taking a seat next to other seraphs.
 
"I've heard it has to do something with your father, Zuriel."
 
"What?"
 
"Judicael told her she's a disappointment."
 
"No..."
 
Zuriel couldn't imagine how Athalia felt. For the first time in her life, Judicael spoke to her, but his words were hostile and heartless. And Zuriel couldn't be there to stop him or comfort his little sister. Instead, he was trying to dig out some burdock roots.
 
"I'll pick up the letters every Monday before the sunrise."
 
Zuriel nodded, squeezing the parchment in his hands. What could he possibly write her about so she wouldn't feel sorrowful, pitiful, or envious? The obsession with human's world was Athalia's specialty, and considering she was forbidden to ever step on the Earth's ground again, writing about burdock roots, humans, and their way of life was immediately out of the question.
 
Later, he came to the conclusion he'd write her anything that came to his mind. Snippets of conversations and the upcoming birth of another human child. He was sure Athalia would find it incredibly enthralling. A human born out of another human. Although it sounded magical and exalted, Zuriel couldn't be far from the truth. It was a pure horror. Blood everywhere. What a gory experience. He cut many parts of the birth because he didn't have a clue how to describe them. Truth be told, he experienced severe trauma from observing that natural phenomenon up close.

You're lucky to be an angel, sister. Zuriel pressed the tip of his quill harder on the paper. However, he left out the most significant part of the story… The baby didn't survive, and Cain remained the only descendant for now.
 
Next time, when Gabriel showed up as his private messenger, Zuriel asked him about his sister's well-being. He was expecting more from her than just ignoration. It was that morning Gabriel realized he had forgotten to tell him Athalia wasn't allowed to reply to his letters. It was dangerous since she was monitored by Hessa more than any other angel in Heaven. 
 
"Oh..." Zuriel was a bit saddened by the information. He would given up anything to read her witty replies.

Adam panted heavily. The strands of his long, unruly hair were glued to his sweaty forehead as he rushed over to Zuriel and the dead animal. Fresh and warm blood was still gushing from the antelope's artery and Zuriel felt guilty when Adam mourned over the poor creature. But again, he remembered that he did it for them. Cain had to survive no matter what. And so did Eve, despite her manic behavior.
 
"I'm sorry," He repeated and leaned closer to Adam's ear. "But we gotta go."
 
Zuriel knew about the wolves in this area. Sooner or later, they would catch the smell of the antelope's corpse. And crossing paths with them… No. That didn't sound like a good idea. However, by some miracle, Adam got the message even if he couldn't hear the archangel. With his eyes still full of tears, he tossed the dead animal over his shoulder, carrying it away.
 
"Oh, Lord. Please, protect me..." Adam huffed in exhaustion as he walked away with shaky steps.
 
"Don't worry. He will," Zuriel reassured him quietly. "And so will I."

*

Athalia was sitting in Michael's study, browsing through Zuriel's letters again. But she still couldn't wrap her head around it. Why was Adam so sensitive about his past? There was nothing bad described in those letters, only snippets of everyday life with the occasional passage of Zuriel's thoughts and knowledge. There was simply no reason for him to act the way he acted… And that was suspicious.

If he doesn't tell me, I'll need to investigate it myself.

She decided and piled the letters, her fingers tapping against the wooden surface as she tried to figure it out. But she had too little information, and besides, she missed almost 900 hundred years of what was going on down on Earth. No wonder she couldn't put the pieces together. Zuriel mentioned the first murder, but nothing specific. Not even the reason behind it.

"They're on fire."

Athalia's eyes widened and shifted toward the pile of letters. She gasped and moved them away from the candle. Luckily, they seemed pretty fine… Except for the burned corners.

"You know, I'd gladly take care of that," Michael murmured, sprawled on the armchair with his nose stuck in the book.

"I'm well aware. That's why I keep them in here... To drive you mad."

"Oh, how delightfully wicked of you."

Athalia chuckled and leaned back against her chair. "You're welcome. By the way, I've been wondering-"

"How surprising."

"… About your earthly part of the job," Athalia added hesitantly. "You spend the nights in Heaven. Does that mean people are safe at night? They cannot die?"

Michael put down the book, amused by that silly theory. "Of course. If someone's getting eaten by a wild animal now, too bad. I guess they have to wait till the morning, ripped to pieces but still conscious. Do you hear yourself, Athalia? That's ridiculous."

"Hey! I'm just trying to grasp the concept!" She defended herself. "As an angel of death-"

"That's a very vague term," Michael cut in with a dramatic sigh. "I'm not death... And I don't like the name 'angel of death'... I deliver souls to divine judgment."

"Every soul?"

Michael raised an eyebrow, suspicious of Athalia's sudden interest in his job. She's never paid attention to it. At least not so much to actually ask him questions about it. "So far, yes. There are not many yet, you know. I can manage."

"So... You've met Abel." 

"Oh, not this again," Michael grunted and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Would you stop talking about Adam's family for at least… Let's say… Five minutes?"
 
"No." She shook her head stubbornly. "Tell me how it went… You've taken him to the divine judgment, right? After he was... Um..."
 
"Murdered?" He finished the sentence instead of her. "I planned to. Until he vanished in front of my eyes, and after that… I wasn't able to track his soul ever again."
 
"What? Michael! Why didn't you tell me?!"
 
"Look, Thali…" Michael poured a bit of thick nectar into his chalice and took a small sip, his expression bitter not from the taste but from this unnecessary interrogation. "I have better things to do than chase down the non-existing soul."
 
"What do you mean non-existing soul? We both know the souls are immortal."
 
"Not once they're devoured by demons."
 
"He was murdered, Michael…"
 
"And?"
 
"Ugh, you're unbelievable!"
 
"Me? You're the one asking weird questions and demanding answers… I'm starting to think you only visit me because you want some information!"
 
"I'm just trying to help Adam find peace!"
 
"And disrupt my own in the process? Well, good job."
 
Athalia crossed her arms and looked down, frowning. She had nothing to say on her behalf.
 
"You wouldn't even visit if it wasn't for those damn letters…" Michael mumbled into the chalice as he slumped back against the armchair, taking another big gulp.

"What are you saying? I wanted to visit you many times before, but you locked yourself out. I'm... I'm not only to blame, you know." She whispered, her eyes slowly shifting to Michael's unyielding gaze. They stared at each other for a minute or so before Michael sighed dramatically and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I really can't track him, Athalia."
 
"And what about Eve?"
 
"The Root of Evil took her."
 
"What?"
 
"You know, our Lord's counterpart. The entity of pure chaos and malevolence… Lucifer had no idea what he was getting into when he had that bright idea of bringing humans free will. It brought mortality, diseases, abnormalities, and brutality to the Lord's favorite realm. And since Eve was in direct contact with the Root of Evil… I couldn't bring her to the divine court. She'd stand no chance against the scales." Michael explained in a neutral tone, almost like it was bothering him to talk about something so… Unimportant. It happened. End of story. They had to move and forget about the paradise that was meant to be once. It wasn't possible anymore. He knew it, other angels knew it, but it seemed the Lord himself had trouble coming to terms with it. Maybe that's why he cut himself off from everything, leaving them without guidance.
 
"I think you should go," Michael opened his book again. "It's almost morning. Don't let your precious human wait too long."
 
"Wait. Are you... Are you seriously kicking me out?"
 
"No. I'm just stating the obvious."
 
"And while doing that, you also can't help but act like a jerk, huh?" Athalia grumbeld, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm just trying to do my job… And do it well. I've never shamed you for yours, though we both know it's considered degrading for-"
 
"Don't you dare to continue!" Michael glared at her from behind his book. She couldn't care less about his threat, but somehow, she lost interest in this stupid argument.
 
"If you're kicking me out, I'm going to leave with my letters!" She retorted and shoved them into her bag as fast as possible.
 
"Do as you please."
 
"Fine."
 
"Fine."
 
"FINE!" She raised her voice and put her bag on her shoulder. Then she stormed out without a second thought. It seemed they were unable to have a decent conversation anymore, but she wasn't about to push it. At least not right now. However, she didn't return to the Temple of Euphony right ahead. No. She had a better plan. 

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Adam couldn't fall asleep. Every time his eyes fluttered closed, he saw Lilith. He saw her hatred, her disdain… He saw her walking away, and he had a desperate need to chase after her. The problem was, he didn't understand the reason behind his longing. Was it because he was afraid of what might have happened to her? Was it because he loved her so much that he couldn't be without her even for a moment? Maybe his reasoning was way more selfish than he dared to admit. Maybe love had nothing to do with it. What was love supposed to mean anyway?

"Can't sleep?"

"I was just… Yeah. Looks like it," Adam rubbed his eyes, exhausted, yet unable to succumb back to sweet slumber. His eyes were glued to Zuriel's face, studying it. Adam still couldn't understand how he looked so human-like if he stated that his appearance was solely an illusion. Zuriel's expressions and mannerisms reflected his own so well that he couldn't spot the difference. And that scared him.

"Don't worry. Michael will find her. Just be patient."

"Yeah… And everything will be back to normal." Adam murmured, his voice laced with undoubted melancholy. Holy. How would that turn out eventually? If Michael managed to bring Lilith back, how long would it take for her to run away again? What if she loathed him so much she couldn't stand his presence at all? What if she put up a fight? And just from his own experience, Adam knew that putting up a fight with Michael could be dangerous. Very dangerous.

Adam pushed himself into a seated position and pulled his knees closer to his chest. That thought, no, that possibility was horrible. He hoped everything would be alright. Eventually. What else could he have hoped for anyway? Lilith and he belonged together. It couldn't be any other way, right? This was how God intended it, and he was known to be flawless. So, why was his body trembling involuntarily?

"Are you cold?"

"Huh?"

Zuriel slung his wing over Adam's shoulders. He had no clue if humans could get cold or not, but they surely didn't have fluffy feathers to keep themselves nice and toasty. However, the Garden of Eden wasn't usually a chilly place. It was almost always sunny and humid with occasional mizzle every now and then.

"Hey… Zuriel?" Adam murmured shyly, his fingers running over the feathers curiously. He didn't get it. How was it possible for those feathers to be so silky? They looked so fragile, not sturdy at all. He couldn't imagine how his wings withstood the gusts of wind without breaking. "I have… I have a question."

"And how do you know I have an answer?"

"W-what?" Adam's eyes widened. He still couldn't wrap his head around Zuriel's weird taste in humor. It didn't make him laugh or snicker - he was just stunned most of the time.

"I'm just teasing you, my friend. Go ahead. Ask the question."

Adam pursed his lips, collecting the last bits of his confidence. How could he say it without getting himself into trouble? The last thing he wanted right now was to antagonize his only companion. However, just a temporary companion.

"I was wondering..." Adam cleared his throat, his fingers absentmindedly drumming an easy melody over Zuriel's wing. "Do… Do angels know what love is?"
Ah, the concept of love. Of course, it sparked Zuriel's interest. How could it not when he was the archangel of wisdom? Usually, he didn't brag about it since he was the youngest one, but compared to Adam, he could afford to be a bit more bold, couldn't he?

"The meaning lies in the eye of the beholder, my friend. Is love just chemistry? Is it the universal language across all the realms? I don't know, but the most important thing is, what do you think love is?" Zuriel's lips curled up into a proud smile as he was more than satisfied with his answer. However, Adam didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm. To be honest, he looked more confused than ever.

"Realms? What are you talking about? And what's chemistry? It sounds funny."

Zuriel's confidence faltered. How could he have made such a rookie mistake? People weren't around for too long, so naturally, they had no idea about anything angels were familiar with so far. "Um… Love is, well..." Zuriel stammered, trying to figure out how to put it simply without confusing Adam even further. But he wasn't a cherub, and the answer to his question wasn't unambiguous.

"Do angels even know what love is?"

"I suppose."

"You… Suppose? What does that mean?"

"I… Forget it. We know. Yes. Of course, we know." Zuriel said, but his tone wasn't as reassuring as he had hoped for. "It's just… I'm not competent enough to give you a speech about it, I guess."

"Why not?"

"Because," Zuriel cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his dark blonde hair, feeling suddenly more nervous than ever. "I… I've never been in love."

"Oh."

"Yeah… Pretty embarrassing, isn't it?"

For a moment, they haven't said a word - the only sounds were those made by cicadas and frogs from the nearby pond. It bugged Zuriel that he didn't have a more complex answer or at least a theory, but it was true. Zuriel was lacking in that field, and the fact that he had no wisdom about it was making him feel useless. Like he wasn't doing justice to his title. On the other hand, it wasn't rare for angels to be late bloomers. He still had a lot of time to find someone. All of eternity, to be precise. After all, the other archangels weren't lucky in love either.

"The Creator told me that we are meant to love one another..." Adam murmured, reaching for the twing lying next to him. Without a thought, he started to draw the silhouette of Lilith. He remembered that day vividly. His first day and his first breath. God's voice echoed in his ears, firmly announcing his name, and then followed that tricky part.

You'll love one another. 

He wouldn't dare to question God's word, but it didn't change the fact that Adam felt helpless in the current situation. So far, he has learned how to walk, run, swim, and climb trees… But he had no idea how he was supposed to learn how to love one another. From the beginning, it was a disaster.
Maybe he didn't know what love was supposed to be like, but the relationship with Lilith… That just wasn't it.

"Is there something wrong with me, Zuriel?" The twig in his hand snapped, and he closed his eyes, trying to compose himself, but he simply couldn't. Adam reached the point where he couldn't pretend everything was okay. If everything else in this paradise was perfect, why not his union with Lilith? What was so different about it compared to anything else Eden has offered? Deep down, he knew he should talk about it with someone, but that would also mean he's failed, no?
Zuriel's mouth went agape. He could read between the lines, noticing the hurt reflecting in Adam's eyes.

So that's why Michael's been so pissed off lately… Something is going on in Eden, and it's not just a trifle. It's something serious. Something Michael's been exclusively assigned to. Something about Adam's spouse. 

"No. I don't think you are, my friend."

"You think?" Adam scoffed. "But you don't know for sure, right?"

"Well, I'm not almighty, but I know that just a mere fraction of things can be talked about with absolute certainty. But that doesn't mean we cannot be sure about a fraction in the sea of vagueness. It's called intuition," Zuriel explained calmly and carefully put a hand on Adam's shoulder. "I don't think you're broken. You're lost, maybe unsure, but not broken."

Adam blinked away the tears. It wasn't a new sensation to him. He cried before, but it still felt weird, yet strangely relieving. "We… We fight a lot."

"Oh," Zuriel leaned back on his forearms, his face slightly upturned towards the night sky. It didn't surprise him that much, considering angels argued a lot too. Nothing serious, though. "That happens, and although it may seem wrong, it's actually pretty normal."

"Really?" Adam raised an eyebrow. His fights with Lilith were intense and brutal... Until she ran away. Adam didn't want to fight with her in the first place, but she didn't listen, as she always seemed to have a mind of her own.

"Don't worry. Everything will be alright. Whatever is going on, we'll fix it."

"Mmm. Sounds good."

*

Lucifer didn't expect today to turn out so bad. And he definitely didn't expect to be assaulted by his dear brother. Without any warning, Michael pushed him against the wall, the sharp blade dangerously close to his throat.

Michael's amber eyes were flaring like the fireplace behind him, the one Lucifer summoned for Lilith, so she wouldn't suffer from the night's low temperatures.

"You… You're misunderstanding this! I... I'll explain!" He blurted, his eyes wide open in horror. Lucifer needed him to understand and allow him to explain. But he knew that Michael wasn't here for a quick chit-chat. When someone made him mad, he was almost unstoppable.
When Michael tossed him into the fireplace, Lucifer growled under his breath. He could hear Lilith gasping in shock, her hand placed over her mouth. But fire couldn't really hurt angels. It was just embarrassing.

"Ah, screw you, Michael! This was my best robe!" Lucifer grunted and patted the fabric, trying to save it from further damage. He crawled out of the fire, annoyed and frustrated with Michael's stubbornness. Ugh, he never listened.

"Shut up!" Michael snarled and strode towards Lucifer. He bent down and clutched the front of Lucifer's robe, yanking him up so they'd be eye to eye. "Do you understand the consequences of your reckless actions?!"

"I did nothing wrong!"

"Nothing wrong?" Michael leaned in, his hot breath tickling Lucifer's skin. "You messed up big time, dear brother."

"Just… Give me a chance to explain, Michael-"

"There's nothing to explain! How long have you known where the first woman is?"

"I-" Lucifer stammered and closed his eyes for a moment. "Long enough."

Michael narrowed his eyes. Of course, Lucifer knew it for long enough, probably since the beginning. "That's treason."

"What?! No, it isn't… Stop exaggerating, Michael!" Lucifer tried to wiggle out from his grip, unable to hide his slight panic. However, he was certain he hadn't done anything wrong… What was he supposed to? Forced her to return? If any other angel were to find her, what would they do? For a whole week, he was trying to find a solution… Or better said, a compromise.

"Michael, please..."

"Does mother know about this?"

"What? No! Of course not."

"Does anyone else know about this?"

"N-no."

"Not even your minions from the Stargazing club?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. Yeah, this interrogation couldn't go without mocking. Just because Michael's brain couldn't grasp the concept of fun, it didn't mean other angels were as dull and unimaginative. And minions? Please… The members of the Stargazing club were no minions or pawns, unlike the soldiers under Michael's command. They were friends who shared the same philosophy, nothing more, nothing less.

"Do you think so little of me? I was discreet."

Michael's right eye twitched. Discreet my ass. His younger brother was anything but cautious, always trying to bring attention to him and his silly ideas. It was hard to believe that a showman like him could keep his mouth shut. But of course, he was still the perfect and praised son.

"Calm down and let me speak. Don't make me beg."

"Oh, you won't talk your way out of this, Lucifer. Not this time." Michael pressed the blade firmer against Lucifer's trachea. He could imagine how their mother would react if she were to discover what Lucifer had done. What he committed. She'd finally understand what type of person Lucifer was. A trickster. A manipulator. He could wrap their mother, father, or his minions from the Stargazing club around his finger, but not Michael. He was far above it, not under the influence of his sweet, pretty lies and grandiose visions. This was it. The moment of revelation. His moment to prove who Lucifer was underneath that charming facade.

"Hey! Let him go!"

What the- 

Michael hissed from the sudden pain in his left wing. He was so angry that he became clueless about his surroundings. If there weren't so many things going on, he'd even feel ashamed. Instead, he looked over his shoulder with a scolding look on his face. Lilith was standing behind him, pulling on his feathers. And to Michael's surprise, she successfully plucked some of them out.

Really interesting. She didn't look scared at all. Michael saw her defiance, resilience, and courage. Her eyes were not pleading but commanding. Perhaps too commanding for a mere human being.

"Is it just me, or Father's creations are getting out of hand?" Michael noted in plain mockery and tilted his head towards Lucifer.

"Are you deaf?! I told you to let him go!" Lilith seeped through her clenched teeth and ripped out more of Michael's feathers.

"It'll take more than a few plucked feathers to stop me, sweetie." Michael had to push down the groan forming in his throat. It hurt. But he couldn't wince or show a hint of his true feelings. 

Michael flexed his wings and watched as Lilith stumbled over her own feet and hit her head against the nearby rock. Michael assumed she was fine since he didn't see any of the blood. However, she didn't move or form snarky comments on Michael's address. Her eyes were shut, and her lips slightly parted in shallow breaths. Something was not right, and Lucifer had noticed that too. He pushed Michael away just so he could get closer to her and check what was going on with Lilith. And Michael actually let him as long as he wouldn't try to escape.

"Hey, hey, hey… Wake up. C'mon. Wake up." Lucifer gently patted her cheeks, but it didn't seem to help, and Michael noticed how his tone was laced with a mere panic and distress, instead of his usual cockiness. Interesting, but not enough for him to interfere.

"Lilith?" Lucifer raised his voice slightly, but she didn't react to it either. "Michael… What have you done?" He carefully lifted her head and put it into his lap, his

fingers intuitively combing through the silky blonde strands. "This is your fault."

"I did nothing."

"Something's not right! Just look at her."

Michael tightened the grip around the handle of his saber. How dare that little abomination blame him? He didn't do anything wrong. He was doing his damn job while that woman attacked him. It wasn't Michael's fault that she was clumsy and hurt herself. But he couldn't stay mad for too long, even though he wanted to. Michael let out a frustrated sigh and crouched down beside Lucifer. Unlike his brother, he didn't seem to have reason to panic. Humans were more fragile than angels, but as long as they'd stay near the Tree of Life, everything should be alright. "We need to get her back to Eden."

Lucifer clenched his jaw. There was a storm of thoughts inside his head, but he didn't dare to blurt out the first thing that popped up in his mind. Instead, he looked away from Michael, trying to hide his true feelings.

"Am I missing something? Perhaps, there's something you want to tell me?" Michael narrowed his eyes. "What? Don't tell me she doesn't want to go back… To the literal paradise."

"Well..." Lucifer caressed the back of his head, keeping his gaze down. "She does want to return… But not to the other human."

They were not talking about anything else but that. For a straight week, Lucifer tried to persuade Lilith to go back to Eden. The outside world was too dangerous for a delicate human being, especially without any survival skills. But she was stubborn, willing to risk it just so she wouldn't have to be in Adam's presence again. Instead of love, there was only loathing. But one week seemed to be too short to explore the depths of the whole conflict, which upset Lucifer even more. God was able to create everything in seven days, and Lucifer couldn't even wrap his head around the complexity of a human's thinking. But this was more than a logic principle… Her loathing had roots in emotions, Lucifer feared.

"Oh, really? That's strange. She wasn't meant to be disobedient."

"You know, her disobedience makes her interesting. It means she thinks out of the box-"

"No worries. We'll fix her." Michael cut in and squeezed Lucifer's shoulder with probably more power than needed. "You have nothing to do with this, right?"

"Well, I found her, that's true… But this is not my work. Believe me, brother."

Michael scoffed. Trust didn't come easily and could only be earned. After so many years, Lucifer still didn't seem trustworthy to him. No wonder he was always up to something. His Stargazing club had to be more than just a club of enthusiasts… He didn't have any actual evidence, but he had this strange feeling. Still, his heart ached every time Lucifer called him a brother. Michael's love for him never truly disappeared, despite Lucifer being a spoiled brat and mama's boy.

"You know… You're really hot-headed." Lucifer chuckled, catching Michael off guard. He didn't expect Lucifer to point out one of his greatest weaknesses. Yeah, for someone who's supposed to be composed and strategic, he was too hot-headed. He got easily swept by emotions, but only around the ones he deeply cared about, or around those who pissed him off greatly.

"And you're a real pain in the neck," Michael retorted.

"Is that so, hmm? I wasn't the one who threw me into the fire!" Lucifer pouted. His favorite robe didn't deserve such rough treatment. 

"What was I supposed to? Strip you off first?!"

"Ha! I forgot you could be funny… At times." Lucifer snickered as he wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He could probably count on one hand the situations in which Michael acting carefree. It looked like it wasn't in his nature at all… Or it was simply suppressed deep underneath his own expectations, ambitions, and beliefs. One way or another, he knew they both relished the rare moment just the same.

"Hey, I can be funny if I want." Michael cleared his throat, but his cheeks got a light golden tint.

Luckily for him, just a few seconds after that, Lucifer's attention shifted to Lilith. She let out a small whimper of pain, and her eyes slowly opened. "What... What happened?" 

"You hurt your head pretty bad. But it's going to be alright," Lucifer assured her and withdrew his hand from her hair. He realized that there was a bit of blood on his fingertips, but he tried to not panic. It was nothing the Tree of Life wouldn't fix. After all, it possessed healing properties. That's why everything thrived in Eden.
Lilith rubbed the back of her head, wincing slightly as she found the little bump there. Then her gaze drifted from Lucifer to Michael. "You. You did this."

"I'm sorry. It was an accident."

"An accident? That's what he's said too. But then he hurt me again!" Lilith dismissed Michael's apology and scooted to Lucifer.

"C'mon, Lilith. I'm sure he didn't mean to..." Lucifer comforted her with a soft smile.

"But I don't trust him. Please, let's go somewhere else." Lilith stubbornly shook her head and tried to stand up on her own, which resulted in her nearly tripping again if it weren't for Lucifer, who caught her in his arms.

"Hey, whoa… Calm down. Everything's going to be alright."

Michael's eyes narrowed as the scene unfolded in front of him. The fact that she wanted to escape again didn't leave a good impression. There was definitely something wrong with that woman. But there was also something off about Lucifer, too. He just didn't know what yet.

"No! I don't want to stay if he's not going to leave! I don't-" Lilith protested and squirmed in Lucifer's arms, but she didn't have a chance to finish up her sentence. A loud jugular shriek echoed throughout the area. Right after that, a roundish creature with molten-like skin crawled up to them.

"Oh, great. One of those…" Michael huffed and withdrew his saber. Wanderers. Those wicked creatures dwelling outside Eden were straight-up annoying. They had no morals and no instincts besides the one. To destroy.

"Michael, what's going on? They're not supposed to be so close to the borders!" Lucifer gasped in shock, shielding Lilith as he started to retreat.
Wanderer's teethy mouth opened wide in another shriek, but it didn't dare to attack yet. Despite them being simple creatures, they knew damn well that attacking an angel would be fatal for them.

"Take the human away. And I'll take care of this," Michael replied dryly.

Lucifer couldn't decide whether to object or obey. Michael could deal with it on his own, no doubt. Still, he felt a pang of anxiety about leaving him alone with that evil thing. It was totally irrational, he knew it, but he froze on the spot nonethless. That's when Lilith stepped in and dragged him further back.
The wanderer recoiled for a moment as Michael steadied his posture. For a moment, Michael thought it wouldn't dare to attack. And he wasn't wrong since the wanderer jumped over him and unfolded its smooth leathery wings.

"W-what?" Michael's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly turned around, watching the creature flying towards the northern border of Eden. Strange… They never dared to approach Eden so boldly. Without further hesitation, Michael followed it, but the currents of wind weren't playing in his favor today. He had to beat his wings with much more power just to get closer to the creature.

"ZURIEL!" Michael shouted from the bottom of his lungs, hoping the other archangel would hear him. If so, they could both surround the wanderer and attack him together. "ZURIEL! LOOK OUT! AN INTRUDER IS APPROACHING!"

Michael tried to warn him, but no one replied. In fact, he didn't see Zuriel at all. The wanderer noticed that as well and sped up. But Michael couldn't chase it down. It seemed the long hours of searching for Lilith, took a toll on his wings. And Michael hated it.

He knew there was no time to go and let others know. Western and Eastern borders were too far away. He could only hang on to the mere hope that Gabriel and Raphael would eventually hear the loud shrieks of the wicked, bloodthirsty creature. But he couldn't rely on that now. No. Michael was supposed to rely on Zuriel. But the youngest archangel was nowhere to be found.

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"Don't be a wuss."

"I won't be your guinea pig, Raphael!"

"Just hold still, alright? It'll only sting a little-"

"I said no! Get that pointy thing away from me!" 

"C'mon! You're doing a service to our holy society."

Gabriel sighed and stopped resisting Raphael's firm grip. Ever since they started to spend the lunch breaks together, everything seemed to go south. Besides, Raphael got too comfortable in showcasing his experiments on him. Usually, it didn't end up that bad, but it still didn't change the fact that Gabriel hated needles.

"Just get over with it, will you?"

"Patience is a virtue," Raphael chirped and tapped the syringe a few times.

Gabriel couldn't look at it. The sharp, pointy tip was slowly getting closer to his vein, pressing and penetrating his skin. Yeah, maybe he was overdramatic, but needles were no fun. Why couldn't Raphael use a healing gel, balm, or ointment? Anything would be better than this! 

"Oh, I can't look at it..." Gabriel whined, turning his head away from the scene.

"Then don't."

"It's easier said than done," Gabriel grunted through his gritted teeth, his left leg twitching. He really should've thought twice before inviting Raphael to his office. It was hard to get rid of him. Hell, it was almost impossible. Usually, Zuriel would be the one offering his help as he was excited about Raphael's crazy ideas. After all, it was no surprise that he showed passion for gaining more knowledge. But Gabriel was not Zuriel, despite his kindness and willingness to put up with Raphael's stunts.

"If my arm turns blue like the last time…" Gabriel's voice darkened, his eyes glued on the syringe. But then, the door to his office opened, and Athalia peeked inside.

"May I interrupt you? It won't take long." 

"OH, MY SAVIOR!" Gabriel smiled widely and freed his hand from Raphael’s grip. "It's good to see you, sweetheart! How have you been?"

"Well, you know… The past few weeks were a bit hectic."

"Right! Our precious little heavenly protector," Gabriel's eyes lit up. "I'd almost forget about that."

"Heh, you're not the only one…" Athalia muttered with a forced smile. "Can I talk to you, please? Um... In private?"

Gabriel nodded eagerly and pushed Raphael away. The other archangel almost stumbled over. Gabriel knew he'd pay for it later, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Athalia could save him from another crazy experiment.

Raphael grunted and smacked Gabriel's arm as he walked past him, leaving the office.

"You two will never grow up, huh?" She arched her eyebrows and took an empty seat across from Gabriel.

"What's the point of growing up when you're immortal? Isn't that contradictory?" Gabriel chuckled and opened one of the envelopes scattered all over his desk. His eyes went fast through the text. With a small scoff, he leaned back against his chair. "Can you believe it? This is the third time Cain's bastards are causing mayhem in the main village."

At the mention of Cain's name, her ears perked up. What was going on? Why were they causing mayhem? 

"Someone should send a flood to the Land of Nod. They're all bad apples. Sinful. Cruel. Irredeemable." Gabriel murmured and took a fresh new piece of paper to scribble something down. "I really don't understand what your brother is doing down there-"

And then Gabriel realized he said something he wasn't supposed to. He gave Zuriel his promise, after all. But it was too late to pretend he said nothing important, because Athalia already leaned in with interest, her eyes wide open in wonder. 

"You know where Zuriel is?" 

Gabriel chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. Of course, he knew, but he wasn't supposed to share the information with others. The God's herald and master messenger had information about every angel serving on the Earth. He kept detailed records of each and every one of them, making sure they followed the rules and that their missions was running smoothly. 

"Gabriel... Is my brother in the Land of Nod?" She asked with bated breath. 

"I… Eh… I'm not sure-"

"Is he or is he not?"

He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes darting across the room like he could find answers in the furniture.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" 

Gabriel chewed on his lower lip. He couldn't take his words back. Athalia wouldn't believe him anyway.

The Land of Nod. What the hell is he doing there? She thought as she leaned back against the chair. She could take a small trip to Earth and visit him. For as long as she'd stay above the ground, it should be easy. And damn, even if it wasn't, she'd still be willing to risk it. He could help her figure out what happened. If she had complete information, she could find the way to make Adam more cheerful and open to Heaven's style of life.

"I warn you," Gabriel scowled. He could already see the wheels turning in her head. "Don't do anything reckless, you hear?"

"Yeah, yeah… Don't worry."

"I can't help but worry. You have no idea how evil the people of Nod are. If they see you, they try to hunt you down. Especially Mehujael. Their hatred towards the Lord and his angels runs deep. Trust me, you don't want to cross paths with any of them."

Athalia chuckled at Gabriel's panicked tone. She was a seraph, and her presence would be overwhelming for mere mortals. She shouldn't be the one who's scared, but them as they stood no chance against her holiness, right? Just like Zuriel told her hundreds of years ago.

"You're funny, Gabriel."

"I'm serious. The Land of Nod is not Eden. It's not a paradise where everything's perfect and everyone's friendly."

"Yes, I know…"

"No, you don't. Now listen," Gabriel cut in, his voice firm as he tried to knock some sense into her. "They're criminals. Murderers, rapist, robbers, arsonists, and God knows what else. They attacked the virtue who was just doing her work. Sure, they cannot seriously harm us, but it's about the principle! They dared to attack a celestial being."

"I didn't know…"

"How could you? I try to keep it as discreet as possible. The thing is, humans aren't as great as you think, Athalia."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "You sound like Michael…"

But Gabriel didn't care about her comment and continued. He rose from his chair and walked around his desk with his hands behind his back. "Most of them revel in sinning, and they have no motivation to become better. Their hearts are filled with hatred and disdain, just like their predecessor Cain."

That name again. And the history that lay behind it, yet still not quite understandable to her. It was hard to believe all the people of Nod were straight-up evil. Or could it be true? Is wickedness a trait that one can inherit?

"And Cain's predecessor is Adam. That one's not that bad even if he has... Um... Flaws. Are you sure you're not just exaggerating?"

Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. Why would she even try to change his mind if she wasn't a direct witness to the everything that happened down there? She had no right to speak about it, yet here she was giving him a lecture. Ridiculous. He's tried multiple times, sent down a bunch of angels to teach them the right way, but none of it ever worked. They attacked every time.

"Yeah, I'm positive."

"You can't judge the whole generation based on a few cases of violence," Athalia retorted stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"First of all, it's not a few cases…" Gabriel counted on his fingers, his gaze growing sharp and cold. "Second of all, it's not just one generation, but at least four! And third of all, mind your own business, sweetheart."

She winced at his last statement and uncrossed her arms. Yeah, he had a point; she couldn't deny that. After all, he had a better insight than she could ever have, and also experiences she lacked. But why would people turn away from the Lord? Because they simply could? Why was their hatred so strong that it made them attack a celestial being and do other crimes as well? It needed some investigation. And then, it hit her. What if that's what Zuriel was doing in the Land of Nod for all this time?

"Remind me... Why are you here?" Gabriel sighed, his mood ruined.

"I wonder if you ever spotted something unusual in the first family's dynamic."

"Nah. Nothing I can think of," Gabriel halted it immediately, his eyes flickering away from her. Great. He was indeed mad at her for that little comment she made earlier.

Is every archangel so hypersensitive?

"But you were there-"

"Yes. Delivering letters. Nothing more. I didn't go there for a vacation. As you already know, it was forbidden to contact Zuriel at that time." Gabriel emphasized with a low grunt. He risked a lot back then, but he'd do it for any of his brothers. Yeah, even for Raphael. The sentence of the Head Seraph was inadequate; everyone could see that. But if Hessa's minions realized how Gabriel used to break the law... He wouldn't be sitting in his office anymore.

"You know," Athalia wasn't giving up yet. "I find it quite odd that those letters are rarely about Adam, Eve, Cain, or even Abel. It looks like Zuriel was avoiding writing about them, which doesn't seem to match his nature at all. I can't help but-"

"And what's your point?" 

That there's something I'm missing. Something important.

"I just find it strange. I thought you could know more..."

Gabriel circled his desk and sat back down in his chair. He put his chin on top of his connected hands, eyes narrowing. "I don't know. Why does it matter, anyway?"

"Because it somehow affects Adam… And I need to understand him better."

"So why don't you ask him?"

"He doesn't want to talk about it."

"Then maybe you should focus more on the present than the past," Gabriel replied. "I know you're still thinking about it too, how you messed up, but living in the past can consume one. You need to move on, sweetie."

Athalia's eyes darkened. Move on? She did move on. She spent hundreds of years behind the walls she hated the most. She was separated from the angel closest to her heart and forbidden to visit him for almost a thousand years.

"A person can only understand the present if they are not afraid to look into the past." Sbe stated firmly, and then she rose from her chair too. To get the whole picture, she couldn't skip some parts of the story just because they happened so long ago. Even if Gabriel disagreed, and even if Adam was hesitant to talk about it. She needed to know.

"Athalia, if I see you go to the Land of Nod, I'll report you."

She gritted her teeth. Gabriel was a friend, the one who helped her stay in touch with Zuriel thanks to those damn letters. She definitely didn't expect him to turn against her. However, she kept her cool. Instead of responding, she swung the door open, ready to leave.

"I'm serious. Don't make me do that, you hear?"

"Yes, I hear you." 

But it was already too late.

*

When she returned to her room, she was still devastated from what Gabriel had told her. For the longest time, she believed they were supposed to cover each other's backs. And she wanted only a small trip to the Land of Nod. It could as well be a one-day trip, and she'd stay up in the air for the whole time. But there were some risks Gabriel didn't want to undergo. 

"Hey, birdbrain! It's time you teach me how to fly."

She turned her attention towards Adam. He was sitting on her bed, his wings dangling to the floor, reminding one of an angry pigeon.

"Nobody can teach you how to fly. You just… Do it." She shrugged and re-read another letter.

"Then tell me why every time I try, I end up hitting the damn floor?"

"Maybe you're not ready yet."

"And how does one become ready, huh?"

"Well, that's a good question." She crossed her legs on the floor and looked up at the ceiling. How did she become ready? It was such a distant memory. "Most of us learn while we're still pretty young. We find the highest place in our area and jump." 

"You gotta be joking me..." Adam scoffed, shaking his head in denial.

"No, really. You know what they say. You learn quickly under pressure."

Adam couldn't believe his ears. These strangely big half-birds were risking their lives while learning how to fly. Oh, wait. No. They didn't risk anything since they were fucking immortal.

"I'm not going to jump from a building, tower, or any other high place!" 

"Then you're not learning how to fly anytime soon."

"Fine. Fuck it. It's not like I care about it anyway…" Adam grumbled with a dramatic eye roll. "My afterlife sucks." 

But he low-key did care. Heaven was definitely not walking-friendly. Not for long distances, at least. The place was huge, bigger than any forest he's ever explored. And the weather was always so windy. There was a reason he was given those wings, even if he wasn't very fond of them. Still, there were supposed to be instructions about how to operate them properly. He wouldn't learn the angelic way. He wasn't stupid. Even after his death, he had a survival instinct, and he wasn't about to put it to the test anytime soon. He'd rather walk or get stuck in one place permanently.

"We can try gliding first," Athalia murmured with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Gliding? No. Nope. I'm not doing anything like that either. Sounds dangerous."

"It's not. Trust me."

"You're immortal."

"And you are dead."

Adam huffed and fell back on the bed. Ridiculous. He wasn't scared. He was just cautious. And stubborn as he repeated in his mind that these heavenly gadgets were supposed to come with the damn manual. It's not like his wings didn't have a consciousness of their own. They twitched and unfurled involuntarily, so they as well should've known how to glide or fly. But every time he tried to get himself into the air, they just failed him. Why did everything and everyone always fail him?

Meanwhile, his heavenly protector was already on her way out. 

"Hey, hey, hey… Where... Where are you going?! Wait for me, damnit!"

Why couldn't she stay in one place for more than an hour or so? She had to be always in motion, and it was driving him crazy. But what could he do except follow her around? The last time he hesitated, she disappeared for almost the entire day. He wasn't risking something like that again.

His eyes widened as she climbed out of the window.

Why can't she use the door like a normal decent human being?!

Oh, wait.

"DON'T GO THERE!" Adam gasped in shock and leaned from the window, looking up to see her climbing the damn building. "HEY, DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIND! PLEASE! SLOW DOWN!"

This was so below his dignity. He'd never beg, never in his life. He was told to be the superior being, above any in the animal kingdom.

"I ORDER YOU TO STOP! COME BACK. RIGHT NOW!"

He waited for a minute or so but nobody was coming back from the rooftop. Was he really ignored? With a low grunt, he closed the window and paced around the room anxiously. He tried to remind himself of what he would normally do in times of need. And so it happened, he fell to his knees and clasped his hands in a prayer.

"Oh, the almighty and all-knowing Lord," Adam murmured, his eyes closed. "You sent me the wrong angel… Again. Why can't you send me someone better? Someone who wouldn't be as reckless and disobedient? For once, send me someone nice. Someone who follows orders, someone who's righteous. Or am I asking for too much?"

Adam didn't believe something would happen. After all, the Lord almost never answered his prayers, but tonight seemed to be different because someone knocked on the door.

Well, that was fast.

But he had no idea that only further disappointment awaited him.