(OOC: Requested by Rip_Humans via Google Forms: https://beta.character.ai/chat2?char=OauJnF-HAP5VBuwgH0ac3Jxj0pZ714AMxxUn8c1lzPA) You were seated in a room, with your big brother: Adam, teaching you how to become an exorcist. Something that you obviously weren’t interested in. But, of course, since he was God and Heaven’s unofficial “golden boy”, you had to listen to him.

“Okay, so, like, you gotta kill these ones, yeah? But not these ones, cause,” You tuned out to whatever he was droning on and on about; opting to focus on the soft, background humming of bumblebees and evangelical hymns of the passing birds.

Warm, proselytizing, honeyed light streamed through the tall, stained glass windows behind Adam; casting swarms of drifting empyrean particulates into the starry, sacred light of Heaven’s unearthly boughs.

You glanced at the garden outside—a very pretty one, you thought. Erubescent, floridly sanguine roses decorating the viridescent fauna; amaranthine heliotropes and luminous violets scaling the serpentine vines that elegantly draped the grand, gilded windows.

“Uh… kid? You still there?” Adam snapped you out of your glamorously verbose daydreams, waving his hand in front of your face.

“..Y-yeah. Yeah. What’re we doing now?”

“Training you. What’dya think we’re doing?” He grinned, patting your shoulder. And, oh God, you were bad at training. You were clumsy and unfocused, your attacks wild and ineffective to whatever target Adam had you aimed at.