Retribution

The Wife:

Five Days Ago...

2 Minutes before Adam's Death:

Eve hummed to herself happily as she tended to her garden, the grass swayed in tune with the song that she murmured, and the wind gusted in sync. 

Should one have walked in on her, they would have called her the perfect image of a Disney princess. Except that she was currently naked, as she and her beloved often were when in their private home.

The sunshined upon her back, and the chirps of the birds were like music to her ears. Oh, how she had missed this in life. Back after... Eden...

She shook her head before the darkness returned. 

She was better than that, than the Eve from after the Apple. She was more than that. She was a mother, a wife, a friend. 

'A Fuckbuddy'

Remembering the joke of her beloved from before he had left to deal with the overzealous child of the Devil made her chuckle. Truly, Adam's crass tongue made her wish to wash his mouth out with soap at times, but it never failed to make her laugh. Which sadly seemed to encourage him. 

The Wind Stopped.

The Bird's Stopped Chirping. 

The Grass flattened and stilled.

And Eve's eyes widened. 

Then, she felt it. 

Once. 

Twice.

Again, And Again, And Again. 

Piercing Pain filled her body, originating from her back. 

Again, And Again, And Again.

18 times in total. 18 times the pain flooded her. 

It felt like the time she had been stabbed long ago, during the war's with Hell. 

It filled her lungs, her heart, her spine, her throat. 

She fell to her knees, and the world felt emptier. Colder. 

Crueler.

Darker.

"What... What is this?" She murmured to herself, before she coughed up several drops of Golden Ichor. 

Something was wrong. 

Standing up, her body still spasming from the phantom pain, slowly, she made her way to the kitchen inside her and Adam's home. 

Unlike much of the surroundings, it was actually quite modern, having to live with nothing, and made both Adam, and herself very adaptable and taught them the value of comfort. 

Then, for a moment, it felt like her Heart had stopped breathing. And she fell to her knees. Tears sprung from her eyes, and her blood turned cold, yet she did not know why. Why was this happening?

"Michael! Please! Somebody!" Eve cried out in desperation, this loneliness, this emptiness, she did not know what caused it, but she wanted it to stop. To cease. 

"Eve! What's wrong?" The familiar voice of Michael usually soothed Eve's nerves. But it did not now. "EVE!" Michael's voice turned panicked, and a moment later she felt herself being lifted by the Archangel. "Michael, something's wrong. Something terrible has happened." Eve whispered, before she coughed, and more ichor left her body.