Adam the First (Ancient)

Dawn of Man

This is more of an informational chapter to give a proper foundation of Adam's history and character. The next chapter is when the real crossover begins and where destinies will intertwine.

I know that it's very wordy and unengaging, but rest assured that I'll try to avoid other chapters of the like in the future.

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How did he fail? This thought tormented Adam, swirling in his mind for what felt like an eternity, though time had lost its meaning.

Adam — his name was once synonymous with righteousness, a symbol of divine favor and unshakable destiny. He was a man destined for greatness, a child beloved by the Heavens and cherished by the Divine.

Wasn't he blessed with unparalleled might and wisdom? Hadn't he triumphed over every trial and tribulation as he transcended his mortal origins? Was he not promised absolute victory and authority over all who lived and breathed by the will of the Almighty?

So why? Why did he find himself suffering a bitter defeat at the hands of those he deemed nothing but scum, creatures unworthy of the very breath they took? The very ones he was tasked with eradicating, so their corruption wouldn't spread, like a plague, unchecked across the world?

He could still faintly recall his final moments, locked in a desperate struggle with those vile vermin — those wretched beings, undeserving of any goodness for they lived in defiance of righteousness. The damned and corrupted, the very souls he once called his daughters and sons.

Their horrid cries and pitiful screams echoed in his mind, once filled with joy and love, now tainted by the venom of their rebellion. It was all in the past now, a distant memory from a time when life was simpler, when heartache was a foreign concept. Back when everything was manageable, when the weight of the world hadn't yet crushed his spirit.

Where did it all go wrong? This question gnawed at him, an incessant itch he could not scratch, as he drifted through a void of nothingness — a perpetual limbo where darkness was his only companion, robbing him of any sensation, any sense of self.

He arrived in this bleak, desolate realm after his devastating defeat at the hands of his enemies, at the hands of the one who had brought paradise to ruin. The very being who orchestrated the downfall of humanity. Adam seethed with rage, his anger flaring like a fire he could not quench. He longed to scream, to release a primal, guttural roar that would shake the very foundations of the universe.

But with no body, no voice, no concept of existence, he was left to drift silently in the endless abyss, fearing that this was all his afterlife would amount to — a speck of dust in a cold, unfeeling universe, a victim of a cruel and unjust fate.

He was alone, utterly alone, with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him in this eternal void. And so, he began to look back, to retrace the steps of his past, his history, his origins, desperate to pinpoint the moment when everything began to unravel.

Was it when he accepted the mantle of General of the Exorcists, that elite force charged with keeping the damned in check, ensuring they did not threaten the sanctity of Heaven?

No, he reasoned.

That was a burden he had chosen to shoulder, the duty of slaying his own descendants who had been tainted by evil. He could not blame his superiors for allowing him to fulfill his duty, even as they had tried to dissuade him. It was his choice, his decision to descend and exterminate those he had once loved as the Father of Mankind.

Was it when he first ascended to Heaven? When he was welcomed by the Divine and ushered past the pearly gates into a paradise free of mortal burdens?

No... again, he thought differently.