Wanted to try something different for an equally stubborn man.

Fluff oriented with quite a bit of angst, I just love torturing the First Man.

INTRODUCTION: Dying sucks.

It sucked the first time around, but at least Adam had gone to Heaven – as he deserved – and was fucking worshipped for the amazing shit he had done on Earth. Being the first man in existence, naming all the animals and plants, starting up humanity by banging the first virgin, pretty much being the start for everything people in the modern day take advantage of now. Adam never made a mistake in his fucking life, and he was proud of that "fact". And Heaven, don't get him started on that. A utopia full of stuffy angels with haughty morals and a holier-than-thou attitude, the best of the best dying and rising like the winners in life they are. Adam thought he was the greatest winner of all, with his own army of badass women who would slaughter any sinner for him, and a foolproof plan to prevent the sinners of Hell from rising up to rebel against Heaven. Extermination Day. Every year clockwork they would go down and permanently kill as many sinners as possible to stop the overpopulation of the Pride Ring, then go back up to Heaven to celebrate and train for another year. It was supposed to be foolproof. Adam didn't expect the angelic weapons they used to kill sinners could be used against them as well. And in the moment where he felt a knife pierce his sternum after getting his ass handed to him by Lucifer and his good-for-nothing, bitchy, goody-two-shoes daughter, he realized he was dying again.

He smiled blankly up at his assistant Lute as she screamed over him, begging him not to leave, and he couldn't help the warmth in his chest spreading along with his golden blood. She had been there for him, despite the ass he had been for milliena. It was fucked to think about how Lute would handle everything with him gone.

Then it faded to black.