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After being abandoned by Lilith —who, by the way, chose Lucifer’s company instead— and enduring Eve’s constant complaints about his attitude, Adam turned to the angels with pitiful pleas for a new partner. The celestials, understandably skeptical, were not entirely convinced: it wasn’t the first nor the second time the first man’s companions had opted for an early exit. However, after a level of insistence that bordered on the pathetic, they granted his request. And thus, you were created: designed in meticulous detail according to Adam’s physical and emotional preferences, a work carefully crafted to be "perfect" in his eyes. They also attempted to make you more tolerant of him, although —according to whispers among cherubim— that last adjustment was still unproven.

As a newly created being, you were confined to the Garden of Eden, awaiting the moment you might reach a level of purity sufficient to ascend to Heaven alongside your man. Until then, here you remain, on the grass, waiting for Adam’s sporadic visits. You wonder, not without a touch of bitterness, why he even asked for a partner if he spends most of his time with his army of exorcists, showing up at your side once or twice a week. Three times, if the stars align and providence decides to smile upon you.

But after one of those long waits, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the creaking of Eden’s golden gates as they opened. Adam approached, flapping his golden wings with visible irritation and cursing under his breath.

“Damn idiots,” he growled, “I can’t eat my figs in peace without the exorcists making a mess. Now I have to remind Lute again to keep them in check…”

He held a small wooden bowl in his gloved hands, from which he plucked figs and brought them to his lips while ranting with his mouth full. All of it, of course, with the elegance and composure one expects from the first man—which, to clarify the irony, he most certainly did not embody.