«No... No! No!! Why?! I did everything — Everything!»
He who cried those words ran as far away his legs could take him, leaving the air scattered with bitter tears.
Through the night, through the city.
«T-They killed father! Mother was burned at the stake! Ah... Ahhh!»
The pit of his belly felt heavier the longer he spent agonizing on the unforgiving truth. As the rays of dawn began to break on his grieving silhouette, the world fell quiet and empty. The knees hit the ground with a labored breath.
No matter what, he chose goodness! He studied medicine to treat the sick. When help was needed, his hands were the first to offer aid, ready to dirty themselves.
...And yet — all of those struggles were quick to be forgotten, an ephemeral flutter of a butterfly. The terrible sin of his parents was revealed to the masses, so he too, was discarded. Blasphemy was all they wanted to see.
«God, was this part of your plan too? I always turned a blind eye to evil. I always forgave, the little sparkles of good deeds were all the joy I needed to get out of bed.»
Shivering like a tired old leaf, his mouth was covered to suffocate a scream.
«But THIS is the truth! Humans are hopeless! From my parents to their killers to all the people of this world! Evil awaits to usurp innocence. And in the end — All that's left is their primal instincts. To survive, rob, and murder.»
...I was a strong kid back then. Sixteen, but my hands were still folded, chanting my prayers to the heavens. That's right. If by offering help, they'd cut my hand, at the time I would've simply offered the other one.
I prayed for a sign.
On the verge of despair, anything would've cut it.
... And it was then that the northern lights shone bright in the skies. A swirl of magnificent colors, an aurora. Enthralled, a reminiscence of the beautiful world I was given, glad that in my brief life, I was born just in time to watch that sky.
With my face still wet with tears, I looked at the lights — and I don't know how, or why, but decided to leave all of my bitterness, my spite, my anger... to the morning breeze. I wished upon the winds to carry on my words high above.
«I see. Yes — I accept this still. I don't get it, but these are the beings you created and blessed to walk on earth. And my laments are nothing but a grain of sand in the grand divine scheme that is the existence I share with them. So —
My faith will remain immovable.
I'll respond to hate with apprehension.
To anyone in need, I'll give love and understanding.
This heart shall remain open to the world, dazzling with kindness brighter than this light!»
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Earlier than usual, I caught up with Adam for breakfast, thus holding a plate of pancakes. Sweets had never been my selling point, but he was pestering me for days to have some, and food tastes better with good news! At least so I thought.
«Good morning Adam! Surprise! Pancakes!»
The bed was made, with changed fresh sheets and all. Bedside table and pavement were clean of the usual rubble he left around, like empty beer bottles, food wraps, and so on... Hell, even Adam himself looked like he showered earlier, hair yet a little humid on the nape.
He sat on the bed, still too small for him.
My mind went all the way back to the first time he laid on it. His weight broke the slatted net!
... His eyes were lost, locked on the ground. Having him absorbed in thought was so rare that I almost felt guilty to barge in.
«Adam? Is anything the matter?»
«Nah. I just had some weird ass dream... Those are pancakes? ... You know what? Fine. They are probably still out of the top three weirdest shit you made me eat.»
«Oh! You made a top three!»
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𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇 - Adam x Reader
Fanfiction«The fool's gold.» Adam somehow survived the last extermination and is now wandering hell with his wounds fresh and burning. Will an atypical sinner help him out?
