Eye's Of The Lord

"Say, Lute... Where's Eve? I wish to see her."

Regret was an all too familiar feeling for him. Yet, no matter how often he broke, he always forced himself to move forward. For them. For her. As long as he had her by his side, it would all be fine.

For Eve, he made an enemy of the gods. For her, it was all worth it. For Eve, he rejected heaven.

"She ate the forbidden apple," the gods had claimed. "Exile her! Banish her!" the gods echoed. Their proof? Nothing more than a half-eaten apple. Anyone with eyes could see that it could not have been hers. The bite was too large and too deep—a proof provided by 'The Prince of Lies.'

Justice was blind. The gods were blinders. To them, it mattered not. 

A clown circus masquerading as a court, the gods had already deemed her guilty before hearing of the supposed crime.

Eve was to be expelled from Paradise. To her, it mattered.

"Renounce her! Rebuke her! and you may remain eternal in Paradise," they asked of him.

He told them to eat shit.

Eve never touched the cursed fruit of knowledge, yet she was proclaimed guilty. In response, Adam devoured every damn apple on that tree in front of every god present.

They tasted like shit. To Adam, it mattered not.

If asked, those unripe apples were still the best damn meal he's ever had. With her hand in his, he made his own Paradise.

That was his story.

It was not the story Lute told him.

"Sir... Lady Eve is not here, not in Heaven. Most likely, she is in Hell. As a punishment for accepting the Fruit of Knowledge of Good and Evil from the Prince of Lies."

He failed.

Adam had failed his sole duty.

He was the one who ate the apple, yet he was in Heaven.

She never touched it. 

For the first time in his life, a seed of hatred entered his soul.

Towards the gods.

Towards a Heaven so foolish to discard his wife.

And most of all, towards himself.

"It's suicide!" Lute exclaimed as the gate guard—Peter, a part of him supplied Adam with his name—refused to open the gate for Adam. She tried to bodily stop him, a gesture that made him proud for a fleeting moment.

She was willing to stand up to him, genuinely concerned for his safety. She knew he would never hurt her, despite the vast difference in strength. She took her oath seriously. Telling her to stop or to wait was obviously out of the question, and Adam would rather be damned a thousand times before besmirching her honor.

"Lute!" Adam interrupted her.

"S-Sir!" Lute replied, snapping into position, an expression of hopefulness on her face.

 "I have no intention of dying," Adam addressed her with a grin, letting his Essence spread across the realm. The display of power seemed to cause a spark of electricity through her psyche. "I'll be going ahead. Gather the reinforcements and follow me."

A request that protected both his vow and hers.

With those words, Adam pushed forward, far faster than Lute could register. His fingers stabbed into the clouds beneath him, ripping the veil.

"Sir!" Lute cried out after him.

"I'm relying on you!" he yelled back. Hopefully, by the time Lute and Heaven's army arrives, Adam will have finished his job.

With a mighty push, he widened the tear and flew down through the Firmament. immediately, he felt the weight of the void pressing down on his body attempting to rip him apart. Pain seared his vision, yet he kept pushing with gritted teeth.

Zeus' hits were far more vicious. Cain's words and Abel's body on that day were far more painful. The realization of his failure to his Eve was far, far worse.

Adam endured.

And emerged victorious.

He had entered Hell.

The moment Adam broke through, the pain was replaced by a feeling of weightlessness. He fell head first through the sky above a twisted parody of Paradise. The sky was a sickly red, and the air was thick with the stench of sulfur and despair.

"So this is Hell..."

His gaze swept across the land, taking note of the city below him. It was a massive sprawling mass, filled with twisting and winding roads and buildings. He could feel the rot of the realm try to seep into his soul

Suddenly, a distinct aroma reached him. As the First Hunter, Adam was proud of the accuracy of his senses, particularly his sense of smell. And above all, there was a certain scent he never allowed himself to forget.

The Fruit of Knowledge of Good and Evil

He could not mistake it.

Adam's expression darkened. His eyes narrowed as his lips curved into a grin, and his heart raced, its beat deafening, threatening to burst out of his chest.

"You can't hide, Serpent. I can smell it."

The fruit.

Eve's sin.

Adam could smell the faint aroma wafting across the skies. His gaze followed it to the source, tens of miles away.

There, atop a magnificent mansion, a figure stood. Adam's Intent rushed through the sky, hitting the serpent and rooting him in place. The wide eyes of the serpent made it clear that he recognized Adam.

Adam righted himself in the air and landed on the roof of a glowing large structure, his feet settling on the pink massive antenna, sparing a glance to the street below him. Like ants, thousands and thousands of hell residents stood in shock as they gazed at Adam and the crack he left in the sky. They felt almost human, not too indifferent from his blood, yet far too twisted to be his.

A twisted mockery of his descendants, then.

Undoubtedly, it was another machination by the Serpent to test his patience.

The more he looked at those below him, the more a visceral, burning desire to obliterate them all and reduce them to ash ignited within his core, seething with an all-consuming fury. Hatred surged through his veins like molten lava, a wildfire of wrath and vengeance that threatened to consume him. His eyes blazed with a murderous intent, every muscle taut with the urge to unleash unparalleled devastation.

He wanted to see them scream, to watch their twisted forms writhe in agony as they were reduced to nothingness. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, a relentless, savage urge to incinerate everything in his path until only cinders and echoes of their torment remained.

They probably laughed at him s that whore stabbed him over and over. His eyes, once calm, now blazed with a murderous intent. Every fiber of his being throbbed with the need for vengeance, for obliteration. He wanted to see them suffer, to hear their screams as they writhed in agony, to reduce them to ash and echoes.

"I'll—"

But as the words formed in his mind and began to part his lips, a sudden shock seized him. His hand flew to his mouth, fingers clamping down as if to stop the curse from escaping. Surprised by his own reaction, he stood frozen, the storm of his emotions raging within, contained only by his own will.

 Calm.

Adam commanded his soul.

Adam took a deep breath and wondered what had triggered such a violent surge of rage within him. Why had he felt such a visceral need to destroy, to annihilate? The descriptions he had used, the vivid imagery of suffering and destruction, troubled him. It was unlike him to harbor such intense hatred, such a desire for vengeance.

His children had always claimed he was too stoic. Aside from his love for his family, Adam had never been one for strong emotions.

And the phantom of the pain of a knife through his back...

The First Man shook his head. 'it must be Hell playing a trick on me, and magnifying my worst emotions.'

Nevertheless, his quarrel was not with them. So they deserved a warning. Adam took a deep breath and let his Essence flow through his lungs and vocal cords.

[Roar of the King]

"SERPEEEEENT!" he bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the infernal city. The very ground trembled beneath his feet, and the air vibrated with the sheer force of his cry. Buildings shook, and windows shattered as the sound waves rippled through the landscape. The denizens of Hell paused, both tormented and tormentor disrupted by the primal roar.

The sky itself seemed to darken in response, a testament to his raw power and unyielding determination. The declaration was unmistakable, sending a clear message to all who heard: Adam was here, and he was coming for the Serpent. His voice carried not just the weight of his rage, but also the promise of inevitable demise to all that came between them.

It was something he used frequently during his time on Earth. Whenever he ventured with his family hoping to settle in another place, he always made sure to issue a warning to any predators that lurked near. Just like back then, all those who heard him heeded his warning. By droves, the creatures below ran away from him or sought shelter inside their homes.

Even the damned had sense.

However, there was one fool among them, one idiot who chose to run towards him instead. A man with flaming wings. Lucifer, the ruler of Hell, or so the damn Serpent deemed to call himself.

"Adam, it's good to see you!" Lucifer called out as he flew next to Adam. He spared a look at the building they were atop before shrugging. His gaze returned to the First Man and a smirk threatened to rip his face in two. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you alive!"

Adam raised an eyebrow at the familiar tone the serpent used, so different from the scorn and vitriol that filled his voice the last time they spoke. his gaze sweeping over the serpent's new form. Pale skin with rosy cheeks, draped in white clothing—it was nothing but an imitation of a human, forever inferior. The serpent was also short, very short.

"Did you think changing your form and name would keep you safe from me, Serpent?" Adam's voice was firm as he looked down at the beast, which had to fly to remain at eye level with him.

"Form? Oh, you mean my True Form! I'm sorry. I know that it was not a fair fight. It was the only way I could think of to save my Char-Char. To be fair, it's your fault for being a dickhead. " the Serpent shook his head in mock dismay. He pointed a finger at Adam condescendingly. "Hell, I'm even surprised that they let go down here. If I were you, I wouldn't dare show my face around here after y'know.... having your ass handed to you that badly, and then dying like a bitch."

Adam hummed. He figured that the Serpent would've enjoyed watching him die against Zeus. However, did the stupid snake believe himself capable of doing the same?

Intellect has never been the Serpent's strong suit.

 Adam supposed that was what he got for being merciful. Back during that clown meeting of a trial, Adam spared the Serpent because he didn't wish to take a life in front of Eve's innocent eyes. He merely tore apart his arms and legs, a trait that all snakes seemed to suffer from after that.

Looking back, Adam should've put him down for good.

Adam let out a sigh. He had already come to terms with his loss. As such, the mocking of the Serpent did nothing to bother him. "I guess so. In the end, the fact that I died remains true. But, I will tell you something right now, Serpent. You are not Him."

Adam barely lost to Zeus. Even now, after all these years, the Serpent was still far, far too weak to even step on the same stage as the King of Gods.

"Him? Wait, is this like one of those new slang words I remember hearing some imps throwing that word around." Lucifer frowned and then let out a chuckle. "No. No, I'm not 'Him', whatever that means. That doesn't mean I can't fuck you up though. You're strong, Adam. Strong enough to scare the rest of the schmucks around here. But me, I'm the King of Hell, and as long as you're down here, that makes you: My. Bitch."

"Oh?" Adam asked his smile not faltering a bit. The First Man's hands tightened into fists, his knuckles cracking under the pressure. "As charming as you are. I tire of this conversation, Serpent. You know why I'm here."

Lucifer chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked down at Adam's gut. "Here in Hell for a snack? Heard the fruit here is to die-!" The Serpent Joke died in his throat as Adam's Fist crashed into his chest. The cracking of his ribs was all the warning he received before he was launched out of the city and toward the horizon.

Lucifer's body arced through the air like a ragdoll, propelled by the force of Adam's blow. He crashed into the ground with a resounding thud, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The impact created a shockwave that rippled through the desolate lands, shattering nearby rock formations and uprooting twisted gnarled trees.

As Lucifer skidded across the ground, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, he groaned in pain. His body ached from the force of the blow, and he struggled to regain his bearings. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his eyes blazing with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

" Why the hell did you do that?" " He yelled, rubbing his chest. He moved to stand, only for his knees to buckle underneath him. Lucifer felt bile rising in his throat and released it. His eyes were wide as he stared at the puddle of Golden blood in front of him. "What the fuck!?

Adam's landing stirred up a whirlwind of dust and debris, his presence a looming shadow over Lucifer. With an aura of quiet menace, he stared down at the fallen angel, his voice low and steady.

"It seems words won't be enough to loosen your tongue," Adam said, his tone icy and determined. "So be it. I'll ask again over your broken body."

Adam's words hung heavy in the air, a chilling prelude to the storm about to unfold. Lucifer, unfurling his wings in a defensive gesture, met Adam's gaze with a mixture of defiance and resignation.

"I do not want to fight you, Adam," Lucifer declared, his voice tinged with an unspoken threat.

Adam's expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something primal in his eyes. As he rolled up his sleeves, his gaze shifted, his eyes transforming from a brilliant gold to a cold blue, marked with Six intersecting lines of red.

[Eyes of the Lord]

"It's not going to be a fight."