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"No!" it was a gutteral yell that escaped her. Shock instantly dousing her being, forcing her into a little bubble of swirling emotions.
An irritable hum echoed in her ears as smoke covered her vision, the tender pain of her bleeding stub was nothing but an annoyance as she stared at Adam.
Adam who was not moving.
"Sir! Sir get up!" She wanted to cry, as he cracked open his eyes and looked at her. "ADAM!"
His face morphed into one of genuine remorse, not for the sinners- never their filthy kind but she couldn't say it was for her.
it couldn't be
Please, please, please don't go. Don't leave. Don't die. Not today, not ever. Just stay with her. Why does he look like that. Why is he accepting this? His face is so beautiful. It'd been a while since she'd seen it. And today, right now as he's leaving he's smiling.
His smile, heavens his smile. It was so pure, so beautiful and that she'd claim. It was for her, solely hers. For a moment she forgot where she was, she wasn't fighting for her... what was she fighting for again? It was for Adam. But now he was gone.
Then she felt it the crushing weight of pain, an unimaginable wrathful hatred towards the monsters who seem to be happy with Adam's death. How dare they.
But what could she do? With an arm gone, with Adam gone and that clown look-a-like of a king present, She was powerless.
She was kept at bay by a simple fact that the best of the worst was stronger than her.
The overzealous bastard who just seem to adore ruining Adam's mortal life and now took away his immortal life, stripped away like it was candy being stolen from a baby.
Lucifer was a pompous overhyped bully who should've been knocked down a peg or two a millenia ago.
You'd think that his wife running away, abandoning him like she abandoned Adam all those years ago, would've taught him his place. She left him for heaven, the sanctuary she forfeited by accepting temptation.
How could she abandon Adam? Adam who could smile so purely, Adam who was so beautiful? He who died. The son of the red earth, the bridge between the new world and the world before God's, a relic of the Garden of Eden. Adam...
Adam.
Adam.
Adam.
Adam.
AdAm!
AdAM!
ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! ADAm! ADam! Adam!
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adam...was gone. No. He couldn't be. He'd live through her. She'd eliminate the headache kind. She'd purge the afterlife from this poisonous bacteria that had gotten too bold. For adam and his last wish.
For adam, who smiled. For the death of unlabelled feelings of compassion and fondness.
She wouldn't let either of them die in silence and if she happend to face the same end, she'd atleast leave a permanent reminder of her, their, existence. And she's rip out that traitorous bug's eye out and prance around in front of the princess with it before killing her beloved guard, just like they'd killed Adam.
What's the human saying? She won't go silently, without a fight.
she'd bring them all down with her. She'd cause them pain. She'd make them feel how she feels but infinitely worse. And she'd start with the coward runaway joke, who calls herself a Queen.