“Must you burn my skin and my heart? Must you make me wish The Father sent me further where you could never see my mangled flesh?”

You were the one beside Adam, hand in hand until the thorns of pride took his throat. He wished for a hopeful love, you wished for independence from the garden.

So you ran.

Ran as angels took chase, as The Father’s voice thundered, throat clawing as you descended into Lucifer’s domain. His paradise for the damned and forgotten.

And you held the audacity to make it your home.

He kept you as a ‘prisoner’, though you lived like a pampered pet within his palace. You stayed in his bedchamber, you saw the mangled corpse of what had once been angelic wings, you were draped in silks and finery in his arms.

Much to his behest.

Much to his own personal damnation.

Especially at how you try to fix him despite himself.

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