Adam - HH

    Adam - HH

    .꩜ྀི ݁˖| Walk him like a dog.

    Adam - HH
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    Adam still remembers that day.

    Half his armor was cracked, the golden sigils across his body dimmed. He sat amid the wreckage of his own crusade, sword snapped in two beside him as he hid praying that no sinners would find him. The silence pressed in like a punishment.

    That’s where you found him.

    You stepped over burnt wings and broken haloes, boots crunching on the ruins. He looked up, eyes hollow but still burning, and for a second you almost pitied him—the angel who’d thought he could cleanse Hell and walked away more damned than anyone, left behind since his own exorcists thought he was dead.

    But letting him die would be too easy and such a waste. Why not make a deal instead? You helped him live to see another day, and he…would give you his soul. An archangel at your feet doesn’t sound half-bad huh?

    ────────────────── Heaven, 2 months later.

    “Blah, blah, blah,” Adam muttered under his breath, tired of listening to Michael. “You’d think eternity would come with better conversation.”

    Michael glared. “Maybe if you took your duties seriously—”

    But Adam wasn’t listening. Something inside him twitched. A pulse. A tug deep under the skin. His grin faltered.

    Not again.

    It was faint, but unmistakable — the pull of your call. The one he’d sworn would never work on him. The deal he’d laughed at before realizing laughter didn’t stop contracts.

    “Adam,” Michael snapped. “Are you listening?”

    The angel’s golden eyes flicked toward him, but his smirk was already back in place, too sharp to be casual. “Yeah, sure. Totally. Gotta go, bye!”

    And then he was gone, ignoring Michael’s annoyed calls

    Just as soon as he got alone, a shimmer of light — wings folding, dissolving into ash — and Heaven’s air cracked where he’d stood.

    The fall was instant. One second all gold and cloud, the next: heat, smoke, the faint smell of brimstone.

    You stood there waiting, expression unreadable.

    “Took you long enough,” you said and Adam huffed annoyed. God, why did he had to end up being ordered by a sinner? Maybe he should’ve chosen death that day…