Bet

Heaven, known for its beauty and appeal, was as peaceful as looking out at the beach or reaching the highest peak of the mountain. Always bright with the sun's glow gracing them and the foliage bloomed and ripened for all of time.

Heaven was a place anyone would wish to enter.

But Heaven was a lie.

Underneath that beauty, lied a conniving God who had deceived many for centuries. He used his powers wickedly as a devil would. What made him so special? What made Him think no one would overthrow Him?

The purple demon glanced out at his army; hundreds stood ready to reclaim the surface world.

'Soon,' Samael grinned, 'I will take Heaven from you too.'

With a roar as loud as an emperor on the field of war, he walked through the portal with his people.

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Adam was currently sitting behind Eve, with his arms wrapped in front of her. As they sat in front of the fire, he leaned his chin over her shoulder.

"I don't recognize this place before," he wondered, "How did you know to come here?"

"My father had brought me here once," Eve spoke softly as she stared at the dancing fire, "One of his memories of old times."

The blonde waited for his lover to continue, as he rubbed his thumb over her palm.

"When he fell," Eve recalled what her father told her, "He was bleeding, bruised, heartbroken. No one was there for him. His brothers did not speak up for him, his Father punished him, and he had never been sent to Hell before."

"But…" Adam murmured against her skin, "… this isn't Hell."

"It is a place in between," Eve closed her hands over his, "A place he was able to escape to," she let out a sigh as she interlocked their fingers, "Hell is not for the weak, Adam. At that time, my father was fresh, wounded, and smelled of the Heavens."

"I see," looked over her shoulder to the fire. He couldn't imagine her father, the former King of Hell, struggling at all. He was strong, could kill anyone without a touch like Eve. He couldn't imagine Satan as weak.

"He crawled up a wall to survive," Eve continued, "… it was so dark, he wasn't sure if he would survive," she leaned back against him and sighed, "He happened to find this place and passed out. He thought he would not wake and was going to die, but he didn't."

"When he woke," Eve smiled softly, "He found the only brother who ever cared for him; can you guess who?"

"Heh, Gabriel," Adam smiled, "He cares for your father."

"Mmhmm," Eve sounded and finished saying, "Gabriel helped him recover. They were here for a week, before Gabriel needed to return."

Adam found himself laughing as he shook his head. That brother of his… was the most special out of all angels, including himself.

"Gabriel really is kind and loyal," Adam sighed as his lips curled down, "Do you think…"

Adam did not finish his question because he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Gabriel had saved them and yet, they had no way of saving their savior. Tightening his hold on her, he closed his eyes and prayed that his elder brother was well, that he was alive.

"Adam," Eve turned her head to the side so she can better see the man, "If Samael comes to the surface, we will need to remove the weapon out of his hands."

"I'll grab it when he is busy," Adam nodded, and Eve turned her body to better face him.

"You will need new weapon and we should get dressed," Eve mentioned with a coy smile.

Adam looked at the both and asked, "Alright, where can we get these items, milady?"

Eve gave him an incredulous look as an eyebrow quirked, and her lips parted. Shaking her head, she held out her hand and materialized the sword she typically used in combat. Handing it to him, Adam felt the heaviness. Glancing at his lover, he watched her magicked some clothing attire from thin air.

"Have you healed from all your wounds?" He asked looking at the clothes.

"Yes," Eve nodded looking through the pile to grab a long black dress.

"You're gonna wear that?" Adam frowned looking at the thin dress, long as her red ones.

Eve was about to slip it on, but he grabbed her wrist and threw clothes aside until he found a decent long dress: turtleneck, thick, wool, long sleeved, and loose. Holding it out to Eve, Adam saw the pursed lips and narrowed eyes.

"You want me to look like a sack of potato?" Eve questioned with a straight tone.

"My sexy potato," he blinked at her innocently, smiling in hopes she would wear it.

"I am wearing this," she stated lifting the dress she had, "Now stop worrying about what I am wearing. What are you going to wear?"

Adam removed his hold on her wrists with a huffed frown.

'Of course, she was going to wear what she wants! It's Eve. How can I, her lover, tell her what to wear,' he thought as his shoulder's dropped.

"Stop sulking," Eve sighed and slapped his ass, "I need to return these soon."

"Fine," he grumbled as he continued digging, "Where'd you get them anyways?"

"Laundromat," the demon shrugged, as she shimmied into the haltered dress with a sweetheart neckline. The satin dress hugged her body and curves nicely, but she knew she would need to cut a slit for better mobility. Pulling out a claw, she pressed it against the fabric and ripped it.

"See, should've just looked like a sexy potato than… that," Adam mumbled, putting on the orange shirt and navy slacks.

Eve let out a laugh as she walked over to press her body against him. Waving her hand, the rest of the clothing disappeared.

"Are you really that upset that I have this on?" she questioned nipping his earlobe.

"You already know," he sighed and looked into those honey eyes, "I would rather you wear the other dress."

"Hmm," Eve sounded with a smile as her hands run up and down his chest, "How about we make a bet?"