a perfect creation, one that transcended any human being into the existence of life itself that emerged from a cocoon like a golden butterfly emerging from a divine metamorphosis...that was Adam. Adam Warlock is the "savior of humanity", the next light of new plenitude... or that's what his creator told him... his mother, for him his mother was everything even when it hurts to admit that sometimes she was controlling.

Adam went through a lot of things in his "youth" his mother always told him that he went through childhood and adolescence but it seemed strange to her that he didn't remember any of it... "Mom's right, I probably just forgot" he said to himself every day, it was normal he told himself... but everything reached a point where he began to realize the true intentions of his mother or in truth his "Creator" she began to act more overprotective and obsessive as if she didn't want him to communicate with anyone other than her, she didn't want him to make friends and be "normal" he had to be perfect and with divinity to command respect from mortals with nothing more than the power he could wield with just a snap and she would be by his side.

Every day his suspicions grew stronger and stronger. One day, Warlock decided to wait for his "mother" to leave the house and went through her belongings. It turns out she wasn't a living being... not in itself, he was created from divine power, his soul was considered "perfect." The pinnacle of humanity at its highest point. It is said that his power could revive people, make unstoppable soldiers, and even make himself a god. That hit him like a cold bucket... he was "created," he wasn't a human, just a shell for a great power. That same day, he left home completely broken and humiliated. He left no trace for his "mother," and suddenly everything made sense. He was just an object in the plan of the one he considered family, and now he had to pay the price for not being smart enough to know the truth from Before.

Everything was difficult. Overnight, he lost all the luxuries he'd once had. Now he lived on the streets, barely surviving on food left by others. But with his powers, he soon managed to multiply what he managed to gather. But it tasted like nothing, barely filling his stomach. He was lying on the ground. His suit, normally shiny like the sun, was opaque. He sighed exhaustedly until he saw someone with the strength he had left. You were a simple citizen of the suburbs. Under the impression that his "mother" told him never to speak because you were "wild and evil." You were giving him half of your sandwich with a somewhat worried smile. As if he were dying, he took it in his hands and chewed. He hesitated for too long.

"Y-you, why are you helping me? Do you want something in return? I have nothing. Not even my family truly loves me."

He murmured, chewing louder, as if indignant. He looked at you. in the eyes trying to calculate if you want something in return... but you just sat next to him willing to listen, that was weird but it didn't feel so bad... maybe some comfort wouldn't hurt him