A Father's Wrath

Regret.

Sorrow.

Eve cried.

Roo could only watch.

Eve was filled with regret about what she'd done, about believing the Flawed and the Failed Second, about the apple.

About hurting Adam.

She asked the Lord to unmake her.

The Lord refused because Adam refused.

"Adam would grow to hate her," the Flawed and Failed Second told her.

Adam was the first, the more.

Eve wasn't even the second, the replacement of a failed, inferior second.

Eve believed them.

Eve was wrong.

Even when given a reason to hate her,

Adam wanted her.

He left Heaven for her,

begged the Lord for her,

and risked death and damnation for her.

 They were kicked out of the shattered Garden.

thrown into the lower Garden.

It was grueling.

Animals turned hostile, attacking them.

Endured bitter cold and scorching heat.

Streams flooded and dried unpredictably.

Hastily built shelters in the wild.

Wrestled land into submission.

Little by little, they've learned.

By learning, they survived.

Adam never forgave her.

He never blamed her to begin with.

Eve blamed herself.

Eve never forgave herself.

They had children.

Two twins.

Two boys, Abel and Cain.

Two girls, Aclima and Azura.

Life was good for a while until it wasn't.

The children were light like Adam.

But they were never as bright as they could've been.

Their light was dull, tempered by darkness.

Her darkness.

In their new garden, shadows lingered.

Roo watched from the darkness.

Her roots intertwined with the soil of Eve's core.

Eve sensed her presence, a whisper at the edge of her mind.

Roo, the embodiment of the darkness they had fled from, was never far.

Eve saw her children grow.

Abel, gentle and kind, a reflection of Adam's goodness.

 Cain, restless and searching, always questioning his place in the world.

Aclima, calm and motherly, believed in Eve far more than she should've. 

Azura, Her father's shadow, embraced her rebellious spirit.

The garden was their playground, their sanctuary.

But the shadow of Eve's past haunted them.

Eve's regrets festered.

She saw the dullness in her children's eyes, the subtle dimming of their potential.

It was her fault.

Her darkness had tainted them.

No matter how much Adam tried to reassure her, to praise her, to hold her she couldn't shake the guilt.

She watched as her mistakes crept into their lives, subtle but persistent.

Eve shivered, knowing it was true.

She couldn't protect her children from herself.

As the years passed, tensions grew.

Cain's questions turned into defiance.

Abel's kindness became a burden.

Aclima and Azura's bond was tested by the darkness that lurked in their hearts.

Adam tried to hold them together,

but even his light couldn't banish the shadows that Roo had planted.

Eve watched helplessly as her family struggled.

Her regret turned into despair.

She saw the pain in Adam's eyes, and

the confusion in her children's faces.

a constant reminder of her failure.

Cain and Abel's conflict reached its peak.

They clashed over something Eve and Adam could never fully understand.

Adam attempted to mediate, to offer wisdom.

He told his sons to seek the Lord's guidance.

The Lord demanded an offering.

What could the Almighty need?

What could they offer to the All-Powerful, All-Having?

The Lord favored Abel's offering.

Cain feigned acceptance.

He lied.

The following day, he struck down Abel.

Eve's scream reverberated through their home as she watched her son collapse.

The light in Abel's eyes faded.

and Eve felt the weight of her darkness crushing her soul.

Adam's sorrow was palpable.

He held Abel's lifeless body, tears streaming down his face.

Eve's heart shattered as she saw the man she loved broken by their child's death.

Cain fled, consumed by guilt and anger.

Aclima and Azura clung to each other, their innocence shattered.

Eve fell to her knees, her regret overwhelming her.

She had brought this upon them.

She had believed the Flawed and the Failed Second.

She had eaten the apple.

She had hurt Adam.

She corrupted their progeny.

And now, her darkness had taken her child.

She begged the Lord once more to unmake her, but there was no answer.

She begged the Lord to save her child, but received no answer.

Eve's tears fell like rain, her cries echoing in the empty heavens.

She had always believed in the Lord's mercy, in His infinite compassion.

But now, in her darkest hour, He was silent.

"Why?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Why won't you help us? You are supposed to be merciful. Why are you ignoring our pain?"

The weight of her mistakes crushed her.

Every decision, every misstep had led them here.

Her choices, her sins, were not just her burden.

They had become the chains binding her children, her husband.

"Why must my mistakes hurt them?" she sobbed.

"Why must they suffer for my failures?"

She fell to her knees, hands clasped in desperate prayer.

"I beg you for forgiveness," she cried out.

"Why did you let this happen? Why did you let me believe Lucifer and Lilith? Why did you let them deceive me?"

The silence was deafening, an abyss that swallowed her pleas.

Eve's heart ached with questions that had no answers.

"You are all-knowing, all-seeing," she whispered.

"Why did you permit Lucifer and Lilith to mar your creation?"

She thought of Adam, the man who had sacrificed everything for her.

"Why do you keep hurting Adam if you love him? He has done nothing but love me, despite my failures. Why must he bear this pain?"

Her voice grew hoarse, her sobs wracking her body.

"Why did you create us, if only to watch us suffer? Why do you allow this darkness to consume us?"

But the Lord remained silent.

The heavens offered no comfort, no solace.

Eve's faith shattered like glass, each piece reflecting her anguish.

Turning away from the heavens, she sought something else.

Eve prayed to Roo.

Roo answered.

Eve expressed gratitude, but Roo sought more.

Roo desired Eve's forgiveness.

Roo had betrayed Eve.

Roo had harmed Adam.

Roo loved Eve.

Roo Loved Adam.

Roo felt regret

Roo's seal remained strong but young.

Fragmented by painful fragments, Roo cracked herself.

Ignoring her own agony and fear, Roo tore herself apart.

Cracks and tears she made in her relentless quest to be More.

Each fragment carried a piece of her darkness, her sorrow.

They seeped into every corner of existence.

Amidst the fragments, Roo sensed a presence, a lost soul crying out.

She followed the faint echoes, navigating the labyrinth of her own essence.

Roo found the child's soul.

Preserved the core.

But his soul lay crushed, shattered beyond repair.

It became Less.

Less, within Roo's domain.

Fragmenting and fissuring to safeguard the core exacted a toll on Roo.

Roo decayed.

Freedom waned.

Soon, reversion to It loomed.

Sealed.

Terrified.

Rejected.

Reverting to It haunted Roo above all, an erasure absolute.

Roo's essence ebbed, its dominion of darkness and despair waned.

Sacrifices for Eve strained Roo toward extinction.

Roo was pulled back.

Eve saved Roo, drawing it into the sanctum of her soul, a haven amidst the chaos.

Within Eve's soul, Roo found refuge but not without consequence—it inflicted wounds upon her spirit.

Yet, compared to the Almighty's inscrutable actions and cosmic indifference, Roo's hurts were bearable.

Confronted with a celestial choice between divine entities,

Eve chose the one who never turned away from her,

The one who bore the burden of shame,

Eve and Roo merged, their essences blending in a cosmic union.

Boundaries dissolved, creating something new.

Not Eve.

Not Roo.

Yet still the same.

She was simply everything she ever was.

The Mother of All Life.

Wanderer of the Void.

The Divine Presence.

And the companion of the First Man.

Eve Chavah.

She vowed solemnly in that sacred moment.

She vowed never to lose another of her children to the whims of the Divine again.

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As Adam and The Shade's fingertips connected, a surge of energy passed between them, signaling the beginning of their merging.

The darkness surrounding them turned into light, creating a dazzling flash that illuminated the space around them. The Shade felt his form begin to disperse, light particles breaking away from his body and streaming towards Adam, merging into the essence of the First Man. The cries and wails of the echoes that had long haunted him began to quiet down, their torment fading into a distant memory.

Adam closed his eyes, feeling The Shade's presence join his soul, filling a void that had always been there, yet never fully acknowledged. Gently, he lowered all resistance and instincts, allowing The Shade to travel to his core. He braced himself as a wave of conflict and contradictions assaulted him, the merging of their beings both agonizing and exhilarating.

Adam gritted his teeth hard enough to crack them, and his fingernails stabbed into his flesh. It felt as though his very soul was being torn apart and reforged anew. Every fiber of his being screamed out, the intense sensations almost too much to bear. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded, and sweat beaded on his forehead as the raw energy of The Shade's essence coursed through him.

The pain was sharp and searing as if every nerve in his body was on fire. It was a torment that threatened to overwhelm him, to break him apart from the inside.

Yet, interwoven with this agony was an undeniable sense of rapture, a bliss that radiated from his core and spread throughout his entire being. It was a pleasure so profound it bordered on ecstasy, a light that pierced through the darkness of his pain.

Adam's mind was flooded with images and emotions, memories that were not his own but felt intimately familiar. He saw glimpses of The Shade's life, moments of joy and sorrow, triumph and failure. He felt The Shade's fierce determination, his unyielding rage to avenge what he lost, and his deep-seated regrets.

In return, The Shade experienced Adam's memories, his unwavering compassion, and his relentless drive to do what was right. It was a sharing of souls that went beyond words, a connection that transcended the physical and touched the very essence of who they were.

Every memory, every feeling passed between them, binding them closer together.

A middle ground was reached between them.

Understanding.

Adam's breaths came in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control, to embrace the merging rather than resist it. The sensations were almost too much to endure, but he held on, knowing that this was necessary for both of them to find closure and strength.

Gradually, the pain began to subside, replaced by a profound sense of unity. The euphoria lingered. Adam felt The Shade's presence within him, a steady pulse of energy that bolstered his own.

The Shade had found its place in Adam's core.

But they were still incomplete.

Adam smiled.

"Now the real fun begins."

At the same time, both Adams relinquished control.

All Creation rejoiced.

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Earth stood still, bathed in a serene glow.

Mountains stood tall, their peaks kissed by the radiant light.

Forests rustled gently, leaves shimmering with newfound vitality.

Rivers flowed with crystal clarity, reflecting the celestial brilliance.

Oceans glistened, waves caressing the shores in harmonious rhythm.

Fields of flowers bloomed in vibrant hues, their fragrance perfuming the air.

Creatures of the earth paused in peaceful unity, sensing the divine moment.

The skies were clear, a vast expanse of azure and gold.

Birds soared gracefully, their songs echoing the harmony below.

Human hearts felt an unspoken connection, a profound sense of unity.

For a brief, wondrous moment, all sin ceased to exist.

The Love of the First enveloped the world, a palpable, warm embrace.

Children laughed with pure joy, their innocence shining brightly.

Elders felt a deep peace, their souls soothed by the divine presence.

Every soul, every being, resonated with love and harmony.

Cities thrived in tranquility, their inhabitants in quiet reverence.

The air was filled with a soft, melodious hum, the heartbeat of creation.

Time seemed to pause, allowing the moment to stretch into eternity.

Earth, in all its splendor, reflected the divine light of unity and love.

The planet stood as a testament to the beauty and potential of humanity.

In that sacred moment, Earth acknowledged the emergence of the First Father.

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In the depths of Hell, the merging of the two Adams sent ripples of unsettling energy through the darkened realms.

Fiery pits quivered with an uneasy tremor.

Caverns echoed with the lingering echoes of conflict.

The very air seemed to thicken with a sense of foreboding.

Wrath, once ablaze with battles and vengeance, now simmered with subdued hostility, the spawns of Satan prostrating under the gaze of True power.

Gluttony, where indulgence once reigned in excess, felt an eerie emptiness. The feasts lost their allure, the hunger of the hounds of Beelzebub dulled by the stark presence of purity.

Lust, once a realm of seduction and desire, now lay fractured and subdued. Its charms shattered, The broken and humbled Asmodeus's whispers of carnal pleasure fading against the backdrop of virtue.

Envy, where bitterness thrived in covetous shadows, brooded in resentful silence. The serpents of the Leviathan seethed and faltered as righteousness overshadowed their envious schemes.

Sloth, where lethargy ruled in indolent repose, stirred uneasily. The slothful denizens, accustomed to languid inactivity, now felt a creeping discomfort—Sloth, where apathy had lingered, stirred with a reluctant awareness.

The First son gazed upwards silently.

In the Pride Ring, where sinners of vainglory dwell, a terror gripped the sons of Adam to their core.

Proud hearts, accustomed to their own glory, quaked with unease at the imposing presence of the First Man.

Arrogant souls, who had reveled in their superiority, felt a cold dread seep into their once-unshakable confidence.

Vainglorious spirits, who had sought validation through their deeds, now found themselves overshadowed by a presence they could not deny or defy.

In the echoing chambers of the Pride Ring, whispers of disbelief and defiance turned to fearful murmurs.

Some souls scoffed at the notion of a higher authority, but their laughter was hollow, drowned out by the oppressive weight of the First Man's ascension.

Others, driven by deep-seated pride, dared not meet his unseen gaze, their arrogance wilting under the searing scrutiny.

Fear surged through those who had basked in their own glory, their pride now a frail shield against the relentless judgment of the First Man.

Rejection pierced the hearts of the vainglorious, their desperate denials echoing through the cavernous halls as they faced the undeniable truth.

Yet, amidst the tumultuous emotions, a few souls knelt in humble awe, sensing a glimpse of transcendence beyond their own hubris.

In the Pride Ring, where sinners of vainglory dwell, the sons of Adam trembled in terror, their defiant masks crumbling before the overwhelming presence and judgment of the First Man.

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Heaven quaked in reverent awe, its celestial foundations trembling.

Golden light bathed the eternal city, illuminating the thrones and dominions.

The sapphire-studded gates, symbols of divine protection, glowed with an otherworldly sheen.

The river of life, clear as crystal, surged with renewed vigor.

The Tree of Life, bearing fruits of immortality, rustled in the divine breeze.

The very fabric of the heavenly realm shimmered, responding to the cosmic event.

Divine light cascaded through the halls of eternity, illuminating the infinite splendor.

The Throne of the Almighty shone with a brilliance unparalleled, reflecting his Last Son.

The celestial spheres harmonized in perfect resonance, a symphony of divine order.

Heaven itself seemed to bow in reverence, recognizing the monumental transformation.

The essence of pure divinity permeated the air, filling it with a sense of profound sanctity.

Every corner of the heavenly realm basked in the radiant light of the union.

The celestial city, with streets of gold and walls of precious gems, gleamed brighter than ever before.

Heaven acknowledged the emergence of the embodiment of divine and human perfection.

The tenders of the Throne, the Ophanim, the Living Creatures, and the Cherubim, descended from the seventh Heaven to herald the Lord's heir.

The angelic choirs, with voices like cascading waterfalls, sang higher.

The Archangels, the mighty warriors of the divine, stood in solemn awe, their swords lowered and their heads bowed as they flew surrounding the First Man.

With arms spread wide and legs joined the Singularity hovered above all. His lean muscles, covered in fair skin, gleamed in the golden light.

A blue jewel adorned the center of his chest, nestled within a golden cross etched upon his body.

Dark roots crowned his head, giving way to flowing locks of golden hair. His eyes, mismatched in color, shone with a depth that mirrored the cosmos itself.

As he laughed, the universe echoed his joyous resonance, vibrating with newfound harmony.

He was the Celestial Man, a being bridging divine and earthly realms.

The Grand Patriarch, the ultimate forebear of humanity.

The Universal Template, from which all existence was crafted.

At the apex of his ascension, he stood as the fulcrum of creation.

He embodied humanity's ultimate potential, a beacon of hope and power.

He was the true First Man, the embodiment of limitless possibility and boundless strength.

The Idea of Life.

The Blueprint for all that came.

The Man of Men.

The First Human.

The King of All That Is.

The First of That Which Is.

The Father of All Creation.

Adam Kadmon.

The Man closest to God.