Prologue
Yeah mortals, I am the one assigned to get u through this shit anyways let me do my job.
This story revolves around Ethan Frost a normal teen
Normal atheist teen who is sick of the world going to ruins due to religion more like looking people believe in shit out of absolute no reason
So, as Ethan isn't really a normal kid who'd just carry on with his life he wants to prove people wrong and wants em to turn to science or anything that's logical
Ends up reading the Bible both ends of it the Bible of God and Bible of Devil in conclusion to which he finds out that the Bible is misinterpreted and Lucifer wasn't kicked out of heaven but left left heaven with the humans
Which seems like utter bull shit to me but I am just a mear Narrator call me Moth idk what Ethan as to offer "i don't know what the kids these days smoke, says Moth as he drags a puff of his weed "ahh what u looking at can't a man smoke in peace geez, frustrated go read that book of yours what is it called The Forsaken Seraph? Idk just leave me alone"
Chapter 1
The forbidden offering
In the dawn of creation, God fashioned the Garden of Eden—a paradise adorned with flourishing greenery and teeming with vibrant flora and fauna. Humanity revealed in the abundance, their days filled with the harmonious melody of nature.
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However, as the sands of time slipped through Eden's grasp, a sombre metamorphosis unfolded. The once-vibrant hues muted, and life's pulse began to fade. The garden, lacking the rejuvenating touch, gradually descended into a desolate wasteland.
In the silent echoes of Eden's demise, humanity grappled with the realisation that paradise, once resplendent, had become a barren tableau of lost vitality. The fading memories of abundance lingered, and the withered remnants bore witness to the unstoppable march of time in a garden that couldn't rejuvenate itself
As the twilight dimmed, Adam held a fragile Eve in his arms, her eyes reflecting the desperation of their dire situation.
Eve, I can't bear to see you like this. We need to find food, he implored, his voice a mixture of concern and determination.
"I'm so weak, Adam. I don't know if I can go on much longer," Eve whispered, her words fragile, like the waning hope in her eyes.
"We'll make it through this together. I'll search for food; just hold on a little bit more," Adam reassured, his gaze unwavering as he stroked her pale cheek.
"I'm scared, Adam," she admitted, vulnerability seeping through her weakened voice.
"Don't be. I love you, and we'll get through this," he vowed, a solemn promise hanging in the air as he gently kissed her forehead before setting out into the unforgiving wilderness, determined to bring sustenance to the woman he held dearest.
As Adam prayed for mercy, his prayers resonated through the quiet garden. The weight of his sacrifice hung heavy in the air, a cry plea to spare the woman he loved.
God take my life instead of Eve’s if u want a soul make it mine but please spare her kneeling before god crying for mercy
Unknown to Adam, Eve, standing near the tree of knowledge, hesitated with the forbidden fruit in her hand. In a moment of desperate resolve, she plucked it, believing that by giving it to Adam, he might gain strength and live longer.
"Eve, what have you done my love?”Adam gasped as she handed him the fruit, confusion and worry etched across his face.
With a weak smile, Eve whispered, "Adam, as my last wish, I want to see you eat it. I want to know that my love will witness another dawn."
Torn between the conflicting emotions of gratitude and sorrow, Adam took a hesitant bite of the fruit. As Eve's eyes slowly closed, a flame of rebellion ignited with his new found knowledge from the fruit in his heart. Sorrow for the loss of his love mingled with a newfound determination to face the consequences of defying the divine command, for their shared existence and a chance at a future without Eden.
He said standing up high after placing eve on the ground softly
God is this your justice? Is this how you treat your own creation? Your son “filled with anger and rage”