#hellborn reader

PROLOGUE:

-takes place during S.2E.8 in an au where Alastor had beaten Vox and the Vees were taken care of by the rest of the crew-

Dust and smoke permeated throughout the hazy battlefield of the entertainment district. Denizens were screaming, helping each other out of the rubble caused by Vox's madness, and— Wait, was that singing?

Vox lifted his head up to see Overlords and demons surrounding his weapon, using their powers and "care bear stare"-esque tactics to destroy it. He watches as the machine falters and plummets to the ground, leaving it among the rubble as a battered king of Hell stumbles out of it on shaky feet.

The TV overlord shifts his gaze downward, watching as bits of glass from his screen fall to the floor below him. "God fucking dammit," he breathes out, his screen projecting "SYSTEM FAILURE" to his eyesight.

The familiar sound of black and red boots clacks against the floor before stopping at Vox's moribund body against the floor. "The fᵾȼꝁ do you want?" Vox asks, mustering up a grimace towards the Radio Demon.

Alastor chuckles, "Oh nothing, just catching a glimpse of your pathetic self one last time, old pal. Besides...". His broken staff firmly plants down onto the palm of Vox's clawed hand, tearing a guttural groan of pain from his throat.

Alastor grins, his neck creaking unnaturally to the side, "I wan't this to be the last thing you see before you dare threaten to regenerate.". The deer demon turns on his heel to leave before feeling a hand wrap around his ankle.

"Płɇasɇ," Vox begs, "Ɏoᵾ cān'ŧ łɇavɇ mɇ ħeɍe łɨꝁe ŧħɨs.".

"Oh, but I can," Alastor hums, beginning to walk away before hearing Vox chime in once more:

"Ȼ'møn Al, ɏøᵾ ȼan'ŧ đø ŧħɨs ŧo me. Ɨ'łł– hahh! Ɨ'łł ɇvɇn sŧaɏ aŧ ŧħaŧ fᵾcꝁɨnǥ ħoŧeł!"

Alastor pauses before erupting in laughter, spinning around to face Vox once more, "You wish to stay at that fruitless hotel to escape death? If you're truly that pitifully desperate, Vincent, then ͬ̅b͊͗e̔ ͙̗ͬͩ̊m̩͈͕y ͍̺̖ͭͪg͊u̲̦ͦes̍ͭt͓̙͔͊".

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Beep Beep Beep

"Ughhhhh," you groan, the incessant beeping of your alarm clock waking you. Wafting your hand out, you attempt to pause your alarm but fail, accidentally hitting the "repeat" button in the process:

Beep Beep Beep Bee—

Sitting up, you grab your phone and angrily press the "Dismiss" button. "Fuckin' time change," you mutter, the blankets whipping to the other side of your bed as your throw them off of you. You'd lived in pride now for, what, a month or two now?— and you were still stuck on Envy time!

Swinging your legs over your bed, you hop out, landing perfectly onto your slippers with a soft thud. "Alright," you say to yourself, stretching your arms over your head, "time for work.". The closet creaks as you open it, revealing your work outfit which you had hung up the night before.

You found yourself a job at the Hazbin Hotel, a place located in Pentagram city where sinners can redeem themselves for the greater good! After hearing of Sir Pentious', a former sinner's, redemption, you were drawn to the cause of helping others achieve salvation for themselves. So, you packed your bags and left the Envy ring and headed to Pride!

It was a rash decision, yes— but luckily Charlie, the creator of the hotel, eagerly accepted your help! After the news broke out about redemption, sinners eagerly flocked to the hotel like moths to a flame; however, the Hotel was very understaffed having not expected such popularity. So your help was pretty much more a relief to them then it was to you.

After getting ready for work, you walk through the crowded crimson corridors and head downstairs. Nifty, the hotel's... maid?— you weren't quite sure of Nifty's position, nobody really was— was already scurrying across the lobby, cleaning up the mess of pancakes that Lucifer Morningstar had created for breakfast.

You give a polite smile and a wave to the two before heading over to the reception desk, a station you'd been in charge of managing since you got the job. Just then, Charlie approaches you with a friendly two hand wave and a bright smile that spread the two prominent blush marks on her cheeks, "Hi y/n! How's it going this morning?"

"It's going good," you smile, gesturing to the bustling lobby around you, "I expect a busy day toady!".

"Right right," she fiddles with her hands nervously before continuing. "B-Before you ~get a move on~" she says, her sentence drifting into a sing-songy tune to cope with her nervousness, "Vaggie and I thought you could cover a small duty for us...".

Your eyes focus in on Charlie, watching her rattle a she musters up to courage to ask you something. Charlie had given you many tasks before, and you had eagerly accepted with no problem— what was it about this task that got her worked up?

Standing up from your chair, you offer a small smile to console her, "Okay, no problem. What is it exactly?".

"Ahaha, that's the thing," the princess chuckles nervously, "You see, one of our, uh, tenants has been regenerating for awhile and he's rather... difficult, so it's usually up to me or Vaggie to care for him."

"Right—"

"But Vaggie and I are out of town for a meeting with Carmilla so we had to pass off the duty... Husk would probably forget and Alastor should definitely not be anywhere near this tenant— foorrrr no particular reason, ahah...". Charlie fluttered and stumbled over her words, giving you broad context for your task at hand, leaving you more confused than before.

"Let me get this straight," you say, "You want me to take care of this tenant?".

The princess shakes her head, "No no, just check on him in about an hour! All you have to do is put new water in the vase inside and call us if he regenerates— which he probably won't.".

With a small nod, you agree to the task, "Sounds easy enough, you can count on me.".

"Good!" she beams, "I'll leave the key on the desk then!". Charlie digs into the pocket of her red slacks and sets down a black metal key on the reception desk.

Vaggie, the hotel manager and girlfriend of Charlie, suddenly approaches with a concerned expression, "Charlie, c'mon, we're gonna be late!".

"Right hon, just one more thing— Make sure to oomph!".

Vaggie grabs Charlie and pulls her out towards the door, catching her off guard momentarily. Halfway out the door, Charlie yells out to you, "Make sure to call us immediately if you need anything okay! It's room 22914 And don't hesitate to—".

The door shuts with a resounding thud, cutting off Charlie's voice. "Okay then, good talk?" you mutter to yourself, trying to grasp everything that had suddenly happened before you, "There's always something going on in this Hotel..."

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

An hour passes and you post up the "back in a bit!" sign Charlie had made for you for when you took your breaks. The chair squeaks as you stand up from it, pushing slightly back behind you. "Finally," you breath out, stretching your arms above your head.

"Alright," you mutter, "let's go check on this 'mystery resident'.". Walking out of the reception desk, you make your way to the resident's room.

As you walk into the hallway of the 22nd floor, Alastor materializes in the form of a shadow just before the door in front of you. "My dear!" he exclaims, "what exactly is a lady such as yourself doing up here! Is it not your job to work the front desk?".

You smile politely at him, "It is, but Charlie needed me to check on this resident so—".

"Why, I should accompany you, my dear!" he states, spinning you around before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Uhh," you hesitate, Charlie's voice echoing inside your head: "Alastor should definitely not be anywhere near this tenant".

"I'll pass," you say, stepping out of Alastor's grasp.

The corners of his smile twitch, a flicker of annoyance in his gaze before straightening himself out, "My dear, don't you think someone should come along with—".

"I'll pass," you assert, your confidence fading as you gaze up at the imposing figure before you "but uh... thanks for the offer.".

His smile stays firmly planted on his face, though his eyes narrow and bore into yours, "...Very well, dear. Do call for me if you need anything.".

"Yeah, sure," you respond, watching as he disappears into his shadow on the floor.

A shiver runs down your spine once he leaves, his presence leaving a cold, evil aura in his wake. "Fuckin' creep," you mutter to yourself. You approach the door to room "22914" before using the key Charlie left you to unlock it.

..."Hello?" you call out as you step into the dark room, "Jesus!". Slimy black chords scatter across the room, lighting up the darkness with bright blue currents of electricity running along them. You carefully hop over the wires and follow them to the bed, where a cocoon-like structure lie.

Hundreds of wires connect into a ball atop the mattress, almost pulsating as if it were alive. Curious, you gently reach out and poke a thick chord wrapping around the side, a bright green and cyan sludge oozing out from it.

"Ew ew ew ew ew!" you squirm, wiping the sticky fluid off onto your pants. With an exasperated sigh, you grab the vase on the nightstand adjacent to the bed and head into the bathroom. You pour out the dirty vase water into the sink and fill it with the tap from the faucet.

Behind you, the wire cocoon begins to pulse in more rapid and shallow beats. You hum a tune as you make your way back to bedroom, unaware of the wires beginning to slither away from the center of the cocoon.

Just as your about to set down the vase, you head a strange squelch behind you accompanied by a thud. Turning around to face the sound, you're unexpectedly faced with a completely naked TV headed sinner covered in blue sludge.

"AHHH!" you scream, tossing the vase at the entity in fear.

"Gah! What the fuck?!" he stumbles back in pain, grabbing the part of his screen you hit.

"Oh my god!" you cover your mouth in shock, "I am soooo sorry!".

He responds with a glare and sits back on the bed, "Fuck yeah your "sorry"! Who the hell even are you?!".

"I'm y/n," you introduce, "and you are—? Wait, you're that sinner guy who tried to blow up Pride".

"Ding ding ding, that's me," he says sarcastically, his voice gravely and exhausted, "can I get some fucking clothes now?".

"I have to get Charlie!" you say, to which the sinner immediately stands up with wide eyes.

"No! Don't— Don't do that," he says, "just... at least hold off alerting anyone for now... I just need a fucking minute.". You step back and furrow your eyebrows, considering his request.

On one hand, you really should give the guy some space— regenerating months after almost destroying the entire Pride ring couldn't be an easy adjustment— but on the other hand, did you really owe this asshole anything?

The TV overlord looks at you, his red eyes looking into yours with desperation and exhaustion. You sigh, "Fine, I won't tell her— but she's bound to find out.".

"I know.".

You nod at him before slowly making your way out of the room, your hand hesitating over the knob. Should you just... leave him here? Who knows what he's capable of? You turn your head to look over your shoulder, seeing the overlord hunched over on the bed, his claws perked up in the air.

He grunts softly, mustering up a small, weak, spark of electricity from his fingers. Dropping his hand back down, he sighs and stares back onto the ground below him in contemplation.

You grab the knob more firmly and head out the door. 'He'll be okay,' you think to yourself, closing the door behind you softly.

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

You couldn't stop thinking of the sinner— Vox, you learned his name was— and the look of despair on his face. He was undoubtedly horrible, you'd seen the headlines and videos sprawled about the internet that compelled you to the hotel in the first place:

Manic Overlord Nearly Wipes out Pride Ring!

A Death Wish, or Small Dick Energy? Watch this new clip of The TV Overlord getting Pwned by Ex!

Denizens of Pride Band Together to Rebuild Wreck Caused by Crazed Overlord

It filled you with anger and dread knowing that pride can drive someone to such dangerous depths. But behind it all, you saw something. You weren't sure if it was necessarily good, but behind those large crimson eyes was something other than "Manic" or "Crazed"— something entirely different that you wanted to explore.

As your desk, you angle your computer away from anyone passing by and scower the internet for information on him. You weren't surprised when all you could find was propaganda of how great he is— he's practically controlled all tech in Hell, after all. Who wouldn't erase any disparaging info about them?

Just then, you find an interesting article posted about 40 years ago:

The Iconic Overlord Duo: Vox and Alastor

This was different from what you'd seen. It painted Vox in a good light, as always, but it explored something deeper, something you hadn't known before. Could this be the tip of the iceberg for Vox's actions that day? Is that why Alastor was forbidden from seeing Vox? Could this—

"Hi there, y/n!" Charlie says, seemingly popping up out of nowhere.

You yelp at the surprise visit, immediately slamming the laptop shut and facing Charlie with a nervous smile, "H-Hey Charlie! What, uh, what is up?".

She glances between you and the computer for a moment before continuing, "Well... I was just wondering if you could do me another favor.".

"Oh?"

"You see," she begins, fiddling with her hands nervously as she did the first time she proposed a favor, "our resident Vox has regenerated and well— he refuses to see me or Vaggie for any help on account of our... history.".

She taps the tips of her pointer fingers together before scrunching her face, hesitantly adding, "And, well, we'd rather not see him either after everything— It's really uh... a conflict of interest!".

"So you wan't me to counsel him?"

She shakes her head, "Not quite— At least, not yet. Just... check on him every day... make sure he's eating. And then we can discuss slowly introducing some redemption tactics.

The beat of your heart thuds against your chest rapidly, your eyes perking up widely at her words— Was she offering you a position in the redemption process? "I-I accept!" you reply, a bit more loudly then intended. You clear your throat and continue in a more subdued manner, "Uh, I mean, thank you for the opportunity. I'd like that".

Charlie smiles softly, "No, thank you. Really! I must warn you... he's more difficult then he seems— so don't be afraid to be a teeeensy bit tougher than you normally would.".

"Kick his ass if needed!" Vaggie calls out from the lobby's communal living space.

You chuckle and watch as Charlie's smile tightens uncomfortably. She didn't necessarily disagree with Vaggies sentiment, in fact, it seemed as though she just couldn't quite put it into words the way her girlfriend so eloquently did.

"Riiiight," the princess chuckles nervously, "Sooo, you'll do it?".

"I will," you nod.

Charlie squeals and claps excitedly, "Thank you thank you, Y/N! All we need from you today is to get him to eat dinner.".

"Sounds easy enough," you remark.

Charlie scoffs, "You'd think so...". Seeing the confused look on your face at her comment, she changes her tone to a more lighthearted one, "But you'll be fineee!".

"Uh huh..."

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

You approach room 22914, a bowl of soup balanced in one hand while you knock on the door with another. "Vox?" you call out, "I'm coming in with food.". No response. With a heavy sigh, you unlock the door and push it open, revealing a dark room littered with torn wires.

'Jesus, it's still a fucking mess in here,' you think to yourself. Vox is laid out on the bed, now thankfully clad in black sweatpants and a t-shirt, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Attempting to brighten the depressive mood throughout the room, you hold the bowl of soup up and call out in a sing-songy voice, "I brought souuup!".

The overlord stays planted on top of the bed, unamused by your antics. "Not hungry," he simply says, his voice deep and strained.

You sigh and sit on the side of the bed, stirring the soup idly, "It's realllly good...".

Glancing over, you see he's still unenticed to eat. With a sharp sigh, you turn to him, "Look, the sooner you eat, the sooner I leave you alone. So just, please eat, okay? You'll feel better and you won't have anymore unwanted company.".

Vox thinks over your words for a moment, contemplating a decision before sitting up and roughly grabbing the soup from your hands, "Fine.". As Vox begins to eat, you can't help but feel a tinge of pride in yourself. You'd gotten him to eat. That had to be something, right?

"Soo, I heard Vaggie and Charlie came in to check on you..."

"Mhm.".

You sigh at the curt response, your leg bouncing anxiously off the bed frame, "...How come I was the only one you'd allow in?". Metal clanks against the ceramic bowl as he abruptly drops his spoon, silence settling between you before he erupts in laughter.

"Sweetheart, do you think you're special or something?!" he asks condescendingly.

You narrow your eyes at him, " 'Scuse me?".

He rolls his eyes with a smirk, "Did you really think I made an exception for lil 'ol you because you're just so great? Hahah! Not quite, Doll. Honestly, you just pissed me off the fuckin' least.".

Your face scrunches in frustration, an agitated groan escaping you as you stand up from the bed, "Fine! Enjoy your fucking soup alone, dick!". You walk out of the room, your tail purposefully swishing back to knock down the vase you'd previously thrown at him before.

The door slams behind you resounding crash, shaking the room around Vox slighty. "Hmph," He exhales, a soft smile projecting across his lips before lifting a spooful of soup to them, "Feisty.".

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

A day passes and you'd barely interacted with him. As petty as it may sound, his words cut deep, and you didn't feel like being forcing a "buddy-buddy" relationship with someone who clearly didn't respect you in the slightest.

Sure, you reacted a bit harshly... but give yourself a break! You were new at the job and with dealing with sinners in general! Besides, Vaggie and Charlie did say to be a bit rough with him. You'd earn his respect one way or another. It may take time, but you were determined to gain his trust. Just maybe not tonight.

1 AM

Missed Call from Charlie

Incoming Call: Vaggie

You stir awake to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. Picking up your phone, you answer the call in a groggy voice, "Hello?"

"Y/n!" Vaggie shouts, her deep voice piercing your drooping ears, "Emergency! Vox got fucking wasted at the bar and won't leave!".

"What?!" you perk up instantly, "Who the fuck let him get wasted?!".

"Husk doesn't care enough to refuse service," she says, "but it doesn't matter now— we need you here stat!".

"Alright, I'm on it," hanging up the phone, you hop out of bed and throw on a hoodie and slippers. You burst out of your room and quickly step down the stairs into the lobby.

Immediately, you spot Vox slumped over the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand as he blabs angrily about something. You sigh and walk over, your arms crossed firmly against your chest, "Vox, c'mon, go back to your room. It's late.".

He grunts and turns to you, "Fuck d'you think you are? Telling me what to do?! I'm the most powerful sinner in Hell!".

"Please don't make this harder than it needs to be—"

" 'M not making it harder!" he points a finger accusingly towards you, "You are the one shakin' me around actin' all tough like your... your Brutus!".

"I—" you pause, furrowing your brows at his comment, "Brutus?".

"The shark, not the murderer.".

"I don't—"

"The shark, not the murderer.".

"Yep, got that thanks," you say, dragging a hand down your face in defeat. Just how drunk did he get? And what the hell is Brutus the shark? Either alcohol activated some weird fact-retrieving part of his brain, or he was past the point of no return and making things up. Likely the latter.

Sitting beside him on a bar stool, you try to coax him out of the chair, "Can you just please go to bed? If you drink anymore your gonna wake up and feel like shit.".

"I already feel like shit when I wake up," he mutters, laying his upper body across the counter languidly, "I fuckin' wake up in this tacky shithole everyday, powerless, and alone—".

He pauses, turning away from you for a moment and banging his fist on the table. Was he... choked up? As if it had a mind of its own, your hand reached out to comfort him; but, you stopped it, your arm hanging in the air before dropping back to your side.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you try to clear your head and think of the right thing to say, "You're going through a lot, Vox. It's okay to feel the way you do... But wallowing in your misery and refusing help isn't going to make you feel better, you know that.".

Vox's shoulders slump, his hands bracing either side of his screen as his body shakes with every shallow breath he takes. "Vox," you gently call out, "take a deep breath.".

His eyes flutter shut, a soft breath escaping him before reluctantly getting up, "...Fine. Let's go...".

Hopping off the stool, he walks swiftly to the staircase, wobbling slightly to the side as he does. You catch up to him and open your mouth to speak before being cut off:

"Don' talk. Just stop fuckin' talking for once."

You scrunch your face at him but relent, muttering "okay" before escorting him up to his room.

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

On the way up to his room, Vox's center of gravity was totally thrown off by the elevator and ended up dramatically crashing in your arms, almost crushing you in the process. Now, you approach 22914 again, this time with a bratty half-asleep Vox in your hands being dragged against the carpet.

You would've carried him, but he was about double your size and, honestly, he deserved to be dragged a bit. Once inside, you toss him onto the bed with a grunt of effort and draw the curtains. As you do, you feel a hand grab your lower back, bordering on the top of your ass.

"Val," Vox incoherently mutters, "come back to bed...".

You gasp and toss his hand off of you, watching as he immediately falls back into sleep. "Oh crap—", you should probably leave before he further confuses you for someone else again.

Grabbing the room key from the bed, you stuff it into your hoodie pocket and quickly scurry out of the room. Once you quietly close the door behind you, you lean against it cover your mouth contemplatively.

Vox's mind was an enigma— no doubt. But it clearly went deeper than you thought. You weren't even sure if you were prepared to explore those depths— and yet, you were drawn deeper and deeper with every interaction.

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

hope u like my vox x reader fic! maybe a series who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ:

You were out today with a few of Adams Daughters, They had Insisted on you spending time with them and You couldn't tell them no.

Adam had encouraged you to go, even going out his way to make sure you had an outfit to meet their girls color scheme, as they 'Always did group colors'.

You loved the Orange Crop top You and him had found at a boutique store that had a cute heart cut out in the chest area, the bottom of it had darker orange hearts printed on it and simple cute black ripped jeans with orange flats with bows.

You adored that you matched his daughter who all wore different orange themed outfits.

Gardens simply to sight see and Evelina was so excited to show you the new plants she had cultivated to grow in the gardens and you as a Farmers Daughter was Excited to see the new plants as well.

The three of you strolled with sparkling mimosas in hand excitedly talking about plants, life and future hang out plans, when your eyes moved spotting very large golden wings. You couldn't help the smile that formed on your face as you ushered to the girls at the sight before you started heading that way.

You knew Adams wings from anywhere, out of all his daughters and a few pictures of his sons, Adams was the largest and the most puffy golden wings.

You could hear the girls giggling and following over probably as equally excited to spot their father out in the wild that was of Heaven.

You had neared was about to call out Adams name, until your perked up ears picked out another’s voice.

“Your fucking joking right?” a younger males voice had asked, disbelief and something…something you heard before in his voice.

“Abel listen, I know its not something you’d or you kids would expect” Adam voice spoke, it was soft, gentle as if trying to provide a cushion.

“Your not fucking joking…” The voice spoke before it started laughing.

“Abel..” Another young males voice spoke out as the laughing grew some.

“Oh my god, so it is true then!?” The voice shook with that something that made your tail curl around you tightly, your ears slicking back as you could feel your hair raise.

“Your really fucking some Hell-Slut!?!”

“Don’t fucking call her that.” Adams voice snapped, low and gravelly, it was the reason why you turned the flower bend taking sight of the Large man that had found place in your chest. There you could see two others in front of him.

A blond headed man with golden eyes and wings much like Adam’s, He stood taller too, far more than some of Adams Daughters. His face was pulled into a scowl with his wings flared out and puffing up as he glared at his father.

The Other was a dark haired male, he looked entirely like a copy than paste from Adam himself, with the exception of his hair being longer and skin being far darker and his eyes instead of being Golden they were the brightest Mocha Brown you think you ever seen. His face freckles with lighter tone freckles and spots that seemed to go down to his arms. He looked between his Father and Brother nervously and uncomfortably.

“No! You went on for centuries about killing the scum down there and always claimed that all of those vile creatures down there needed to be purged and now your parading around the fact your fucking one of them?!” The blond shouted up into his fathers face his wings flaring up behind him. “What did it all take the ghastly thing to do huh?! Flatter its eyelashes and pout and suddenly you had to go get your dick wet!?”

“Its not like that!” Adam sneered snarling back into his sons face, his mask ever pixilating his strongest emotion and his own wings flared up behind him. “What I have with Y/n is real, She’s not a bad person she was just raised in a fucked up place.”

The Third male moved trying to pull them apart, his own wings fluttering behind him in his nerves.

“Lets just take a moment and breathe! Abel come on let Father explain before you judge!”

“OH THAT’S FUCKING RICH!” the Blond snarled, jerking forward to his Father. “You been a fucking MAN-WHORE for centuries and suddenly some slutty hell spawn comes along and you fucking think it’s a match made in heaven! Wake the fuck up dad, its fucking disgusting and YOU of all people know that.”

You watched how Adams mask projected several emotions until landing on one that made your heart ache, and ears press deeply against your head, your tail curling around you for comfort. His wings dropping almost immediately and limp to his sides, his own body language starting to crumble with them.

Shame.

He felt ashamed with being with you…

You felt sick…

A noise left you before you could control it, your emotion of anguish coming through rough the sound of a whimper.

Foot steps and fluttering wings coming behind you with a few gasps.

“Abel have you lost your damn mind!?” Evelina had snapped, you felt a hand on your shoulder, surely hers or one of her sisters.

You watched how Adams head snapped turning, his masks projected eyes widening as he seen you. The hesitation that was in his gaze only made the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach grow. It hurt too much to look at him when you saw just how much he was ashamed of being with you. You looked away from him, the bringing your hands closer to you looking into the mimosa you were just moments ago enjoying happily. Your tail curling more around your leg squeezing it as you felt small tremors starting to consume you.

“I’m just saying what you all are too cowardly to say!” The blond had snapped back at his siblings. “I’m not gonna stand here and play pretend to Dads bullshit poorly hidden demon fetish that’s clearly went on far too long that he’s lost his way, and think its ‘cute’ or whatever the fuck you all are doing!”

You only held yourself tighter, the words cutting into your being…

Was it really true?

Adam wasn’t saying anything….

…oh god….its true isn’t it!?

“Abel fucking shut up man!” The other son of Adam snapped,

“No Fuck all of this! I’m putting a stop to this bullshit right fucking now.!”

You heard stsrtling sounds, and when you looked up you saw the blond glaring at you with a look of pure unfiltered hatred.

His palm raised and golden light forming within the palm.

You could hear shouts.

“Fucking shit!” you heard Adam shout.

You blurrily watched as he moved to grab at his son, the other son moving to tackle his brother.

You could hear Adams daughters shouting,

All you could see was pure golden light…

You felt Hands on you…

Your eyes fell to where you were just standing, nothing more but a black patch of death…

No more flowers, no more grass…..had you been hit…

A shuttering gasp left you as your eyes wavered at the sight of the blown away patch.

Your eyes starting to water slowly made their way moving up to see Adam and his Other Son ontop of Abel, Adams was looking towards you but his mask….

It was glitching,

His shoulders moving up and down rapidly and his wings flexing out of control all the while his mask started forming golden cracks among it and bis Halo started to form more spikes around its ring above his head.

Adams wings flexing up and seeming to tear from the tips apart, into two very large ones above smaller ones.

He seemed to grow larger as he moved up a hand gripping the back of his sons shirt, dragging him up as well.

His mask starting to crack and break away from his face revealing pure golden eyes, and his face had changed, his nose thicker, facial hair more longer, his ears too had changed, now longer and furred with brown and gold.

Adams mask and helmet was being forced off his head as a growl came from him and you watched in slight horror and memorization at watching golden horns starting to split from Adams head taking place where the masks horns had once laid.

As He stood at his full height, his more spiked halo that once hovered over his head had now turned vertical seeming to come out of his head and horns, it had changed from its lovely gold to a dull gray as his golden horns gleamed.

He was far more larger than before…

Your eyes fell to the end of his robes that would cover his feet now came up to his knees, and your eyes widen at seeing his legs were now goat like, brown with streak of golden fur going down to golden hooves.

You looked up taking the full sight of him, as he dangled his son in the hair by his shirt like a kitten.

His eyes moved from the glare at his son over to where you a stood im the arms of his daughters, who you now realised were all eerily silent and slightly shaking at the sight of their father.

“Take her home.” Adam’s voice came, it was so vastly different from his normal voice, this one was so eerily calm, settled and collected that if it wasn’t for his wings shaking with such anger you wouldn’t been able to tell how furious he was in the moment. “Seth your to come along and bare witness.”

The girls very quickly were pulling you along and away, not a word from them, and when you look back you saw Adam move a hand, a portal opening and him walking through it dragging his blond headed son. The other, Seth, followed his shoulders slump and wings drooping, a sadden look on his face as he followed his father.

You wanted to ask what was going to happen, but seeing the look on the girls faces you felt your stomach squeeze as you took in Evelina blank face, Catherine’s tear filled eyes and trembling lip and Maelis straight face with tears silently dripping down her cheeks as she gently guided you along back to Adams place.

When you made eye contact with each sibling they all tried to smile at you as if assuring everything was fine, but you can tell that they wasn’t.

“Im sorry…” You whispered a choke coming out from you as you immediately blamed yourself for everything. The pain you were so positive that was your doing.

You watched as Catherine let out a breathe of air moving her palms tk her eyes to wipe away her tears before shaking her head.

“No…No its not your fault do not apologize..Abel is…Sick. Because of the....” Catherine voice started to die down and you knew this was too sensitive to be pressing on.

“The Head Bashing.” Maelis spoke up her voice a unsettling calm, devoid of emotion and so very unlike her. “Even heaven can not fix everything from the very first murder incident.”

Your eyes widen as you took in their words, You heard Evelina let out a choke and looked over to watch her force her face back into a blank one before breathing out and looking at you.

“That was Bael…Um the like part of Abel'a soul that....wasn’t ever supposed to be here…..to be honest, our brother is really not supposed to be in heaven.” Evelina softly spoke as she look away for a second seemly to make sure no one was too close. “Not even hell…He’s not even supposed to be anywhere…Dad managed to find him…”

Your listened, taking in what the sisters ver hushly explained to you bits of their family baggage.

“Dads helping him..” Catherine spike hushly, “In the only way he can…”

“Adulthood is something Abel can never stay in long….it always ends badly.”

You didn’t understand what they meant by that.

You were sitting on the couch, as you waiting for Adam to come home, the whole time you nervously played with your tail. You were unsure of how to speak to Adam after everything…But your mind kept replaying that look of shame on his masked face and each time it did you felt your heart crack and break making your ears droop.

Was he toying with you the whole time?

Was he really ashamed of loving you?

Like his son had said…was it all for acted on lust?

You didn't want to believe it, not without him speaking.

Your ears perked at the sound of wings and you very nervously looked out to the porch seeing Adams silhouette moving before entering the house…He was back to normal looking besides the clear exhaustion on his face. His arms holding something and your eyes moved to see blonde hair and a way smaller Abel, just a small boy in his fathers arms who was playing with Adams feathers, his own little wings wrapped around his small form.

“Dad wheres cain?” The boy chattered. “Wheres Mom?”

Adam’s eyes very lightly moved to you before moving away as he carried his son through the living room to the hall way, You turned to watch him move dowm to a room at the very end of the hall.

“Cains with Mom, annnnd they are just away for a little bit buddy.” Adam softly spoke, exhaustion laced heavily in his voice and mourning as he opened the door and walked into the room carrying his boy in. “Come on, bed time.”

“But im not tired!” you heard the boys immediate protest,

“Sure you are buddy.” Adams tired voice becoming slightly muffled due to the distance.

“Tell me a story???” You could hear the boy softly asked…You didn’t hear Adams response but seeing how long he stayed in the room with his now child son, you knew he did in fact tell the sudden kid Abel a story before bed.

The action made you feel a little warm despite feeling so heartbroken.

Or nearly being killed by the said suddenly small Abel.

He loved his kids so very much.

It took an half hour before your ears flinched at the sound of a door softly closing, your grip on your tail tightening with your nerves as you heard him enter the living room and round the back side of the couch to sit at the other side. You jumped at the feeling of the couch shifting under his weight and you stared at your knees nervously moving your hands on your tail as you tried to force yourself to quit being weak and look up.

Both of your eyes met at the same time,

Yours full of heartbreak, but hope.

His just full of defeat.

You both stayed like that for a long moment, You were too unsure to speak and even if you did….what was you supposed to say? Ask?

Adam had made the first move, a deep inhale than exhaled, he seemed to crumble in his form as he looked away from you for a moment, his jaw clenching and a swallow before looking back at you his face falling into a blank one…You see where Evelina got her blank face from.

“I understand if you don’t want nothing to do with me.” Adam spoke, his voice was voided of emotion, blank as his face. Something his daughter couldn’t do…

Yet his words hurt so much more than the ashamed look he had.

“I Don’t know how much you heard or Saw, But I get it if you don’t fuck with me anymore, or my family after today…” His voice started to break slightly as he said family, your mind immediately went to his daughters, and you knew his did too, for a moment before he forced the blank void back into his being.

“Lute is willing to set living arrangements over at her place if you want to leave..”

Silence came over you both,

He was breaking up with you?

You were going to leave him….He knew it,

Why wait, when he can just rip off the band-aid and break down later?.

“Are you that ashamed to be with me?”

Adam froze at your words his blank face breaking quickly, confusion and hurt broke across his features as he took you water forming eyes in.

What?

“What?” He murmured out, as he stared at you in disbelief, watching as you hugged yourself away from him.

“I saw your face Adam..You looked so ashamed that you were being with me..” You forced yourself to come out with it, throwing your thoughts out in the open.

Adam shifted moving to face you more, his hands moving to your face lifting it to face him, the look on his face of disbelief through you off.

“Baby I’m not ashamed being with you, I was Ashamed of my son acting like a dumbass out in public and was disrespecting my partner the way he was, I’ve never once questioned his choices of a partner…Well whenever he managed to get one…” Adam paused for a moment before shaking his head. “This is first time in a very, very, veryyyyyyy long time I’ve been with someone and shit…Even allowed them to meet any of my kids let alone spend time with them.”

His eyes glued back onto your own watching as you inhaled a shaky breathe, his thumbs moving along your eye line to clear away tears before they dripped down your face.

“Like fuck, I thought the least he would do is mutter shit under his breath and at least say whatever makes me happy…But he flipped the fuck out on me and Switched over to Bael and Lord knows that side is hard to deal with and then…” He paused again as he looked at you….

“I thought he killed you…”

A broken whisper came from him and you shook your head moving your hands to his own.

“I’m here.” You softly whispered up at him making him focus onto you purely, your ears twitch as you thought back to what he had looked like, you had questions…

“What was um…That?..You changed…” You asked softly probing, You watched As Adam blink for a moment before exhaling out a sigh.

“When a human dies and comes into heaven they turn into the animal that suits their soul..That is their divine form…They mostly entirely stay in that form because changing it takes a lot of energy until they master changing their souls projection.” Adam softly explained as he looked at you softly before color seemed to deepen on his cheeks and he looked away as if embarrassed.

“Mines erm…a goat.”

You found yourself smiling some, it was kinda cute how abashed he seemed over sharing that information. His eyes darted back to you and a small smile formed on his face before vanishing with another sigh.

“I have to be extremely pissed off to lose control over my form to revert back into my divine one.”

Your smile fell and your eyes left Adam to look dowm the hall away, where his now child son slept at the very last room.

“How is he…” You wasn’t sure how to ask, if you wanted to know fully.

“Devine intervention.” Adam said, it was clear he wouldn’t explain more than that alone and you simply nodded accepting his words. “Its probably better for him to stay as a child for now on out, More manageable as well..”

When you didn’t look away from the Hall Adam slightly slumped.

“He will be gone tomorrow.” He spoke as if trying to assure you, it made you look back to see him looking down at his hands.

“he cant leave his room without me unlocking it. So you don’t have to worry about him trying to hurt you again. I can also sleep in there tonight to make sure as well if it will make you feel safe, Ill have one of his siblings take him in and ill make sure he stays far from you where every you decide you wish to stay-“

Your small hands on top of him is what caused him to pause, his golden eyes finding your fiery ones.

“I'm not going anywhere.” You spoke to him, watching how Adams eyes every so slightly widen. You darted your eyes back to the Hall and then back to Adams.

“Besides today….Is he really a kid now?”

Adam nodded, watching you carefully as you squeezed his hands. You now wondered, but was too worry to pry.

“How old is he?” You asked softly, “Now I mean….uh physical and I guess mentality?”

“Six.”

You felt shock move through your body before snapping your eyes immediately back to the Hallway…that was such a young age…

“Abel was Sixteen when his Older Brother caused his life to end….it had broke his soul amd fragmented it everywhere…” Adam voice slightly wavered and a shakily breathe came from him.

“Unlike other kid winners who can grow up with time…Abel can not mentally mature past sixteen years old…and the more time goes by and he tries to to force himself to grow he loses his mind and well his mind becomes Baels and…You seen how ugly that becomes.” Adam paused as you look back at him.

“And you reraise him each time?” You softly asked watching how Adam nodded, without any hesitation.

“He’s a child, he can’t remember anything after intervention..hes my son.”

Your heart warm softly,

You wonder how much he sacrificed for his children…

Doing a lot of the things for them alone.

You softly squeezed his hands, your tail moving behind you as you shifted onto your knees and looked up at Adam gently, warmly.

“Maybe this time I could help?” You asked watching how his eyes widen more his lips parting slightly, his wings flaring up slightly.

“And maybe we can be able to start a new leaf?”

Your words brought his eyes to burn and gloss over as he nodded,

Fuck how did he get so fortunate to have someone as understanding, forgiving, as you?

He move his forehead onto yours, his body softly trembling as he gripped your hands back tightly.

“Please.” He breathed, staring into your eyes with his golden ones, adoration burning in his morning sun eyes.

Yours only mirrored his, and you moved pressing your lies upon his, feeling a muffled whimper coming from him as he pulled you close to him immediately.

You would stay,

You promised yourself,

To keep both of yall's Happiness.

Yes when Writing Impimacy, I had first thought how fun it would be to write an Imp!Reader X Adam with the imp somehow getting into heaven.

Originally I was gonna write where it was her absolutely making him hate the arrangement and being this absolute deviant whose a thorn into his side and do this Emenies to Lover thing.

But,

Then I just wanted something more soft, sweeter, So I based Imp!Reader after my own experiences.

As for my very first relationship I was with someone who didnt really value me as I should have or treated me as I deserved, Everything was rushed, It was extremely painful, most times super uncomfortable but I was supposed to enjoy it and find a way to get off too it even if it was entirely focused on the bastards pleasure versus my own.

Used for sex and tossed away when the person had grown bored, because once the virgin is no longer a virgin, where's the excitment? Especially when the other had based the entire relationship on sex and nothing more.

Such an experience would leave anyone distrustful and closed off to anyone who tried to come close, And very detached to the idea of sex.

And well, going through the modern dating seen and only being seen or treated like you owe the male sex for basic kindness or courtship to the point your uncomfortable and ready to leave, its hard not to see Sex as transactional versus something that was always meant to be passionate and intimate.

So when writing Imp!Reader, I had incorporated that to her, Seeing as Yes shes Wraithian (Her fathers side) and mixed with something unknown (Her mother's side) Many would assume Succubus,(throughout the series its hinted shes something else 😜) being part a being that would draw unwanted attention and various relationships that would cause damage than good.

So much so, that Imp!Reader had just accepted the fact that sex was just "Heat of the moment" a "Rapid fix to stop being horny" and used as a tool to get things, rather its money to get food, or ro get close to a target. To times where she litterally had to fight for her own life during such a act......

She Genuinely didnt know sex could be soft.

It could be safe and warm.

So I based Adam and Her on my experience with my second ever relationship (and final one) with my Fiancé. Someone else who had really bad relationships amd could understand that guarded wall put up against someone due to past trauma, but also so utterly willing amd determined to show their lover its safe to be soft and gentle.

Which is Why Adam in the very first two chapters of Impimacy he was absolutely dumbfounded that Imp!Reader didnt understand why the tv characters from the show he had randomly on to watch was "Moving so slowly" and was caressing each other, kissing on each other, and being so....intimate to each other.

She had no concept of Intimacy at all.

So when Adam had explained it to her, she had laughed and declared sex is never intimate. A very statement which had dumbfounded and slightly offended him. Its what made him feel he absolutely had to show her what real intimacy was, that she didmt have to fight and claw her way to feel pleasure from sex.

Adam would be the first man that ever was Soft and Gentle with Imp!Reader. The first who had ever took his time with her, who worked with her and had waited and ground her back to the moment when she disassociate during the act.

Adam was her first experience ever to healthy masculinity that allowed her to feel safe and allow her femininity to show.

And when she clunged to him when he went to pullout of her, that guarded wall Adam has towards anyone durring sex, even if intimate sex which he rarely partake in (because of his own trauma) and begged him crying not to leave her.

It had strucked him right into his own trauma, but this time, someone was begging him to stay. Someone needed him to stay with them, needed him.

Which is why he didnt pull out from Imp!Readers arms, but rather pull jer closer into his own and promising her wouldn't ever leave her.

Promising with his entire soul, which bounded them toghether. (The rings on their fingers 😊)

Adam had panicked at the sight of them, but im the end, he fully accepted them, accepted her because while she needed someone, Him, to show her that she could have gentleness and impimacy (hehe), that she didn't have to see the world and everything in it as a threat. That she could start letting walls down and know she was safe.

Adam also needed her, just as much as she needed him. He didn't know he needed someone like Imp!Reader, didn't know he needed to be able to guide someone into soft affection. He who is also desperate in feeling a real connection didn't know it would come from a Imp woman who never experience simple pleasures or real knowledge of safety, to be provided and cared for even.

She was a challenge to him, but in a way that allowed him to soft and gently guiding to her, it allowed him to work for her softness her femininity. Their sudden relationship allowed him to feel needed and wanted, truely wanted, as she started to naturally gravitated towards him.

Something even Adam, over centuries, had never experienced.

It allowed him to become protective over her, Caring for her and learning of her and with her. For everything he had taken for granted was entirely new and exciting for her. Her excitement would spark his own.

She was a flame that brought back meaning in his life.

And He was the embers that allowed her to burn brightly.

Sex between them is Raw, Intimate, and Experimental.

Adam enjoys giving....

But for a very long time it became less enjoyment and more so obligation, afterall he had long sense rooted that mostly all hes good for is sex, to give people what they want.

But with Imp!Reader, it was exciting again. He loved to worship her body, carrese it, making her gasp and moan, or fuck purr.

He really, really, really liked hearing her purr. Especially when his tongue is pressed deep inside of her soaked and dripping pussy. Her hands digging into his hair with her gasping and moaning, as he dragged his tongue in and out of her, his hands gripping her flush to him as he could feel her body's purrs vibration in her thighs against his face.

Fuck, could he just stay like this, face burried so deep into her pussy where he couldn't even breathe for hours. Lapping aamd sucking up her sweet tangy juices and listening to her gasps and purrs. Feeling her claws dig at his scalp as she clung to his hair. Her thick thighs over his shoulders and her hooves digging into his shoulder blades.

It would have him so drunk off her beautiful cunt that she would have use her hooves against his shoulders to drive him out between her legs as shes gasping and spasming in over stimulation.

The sight of how she looked underneath him, panting for air, covered in sweat, her tail thrashing againsy the sheets and the middle of her thighs wet and glistening with her pussy fluttering, how it would have him cumming with ease, and she ain't even touch him yet.

He was so used being above, Not out of the ideal a man needs to be top, and a woman should be below him, like how certain assholes try to claim...

But in safety of his own sexual trauma. One he never really got to resolve and had forced it deep to hide the shame and pain that came from the past he tried to forget........

For not every story of his first marriage was as simple as one might glazed over in some kind of fucked up one-sided fairytale way.

So as he was distracted in moving his hips into her, feeling his dick drag against her fluttering walls as both of them would moan and groan into each other. Feeling her cling and claw at him trying to push her pussy back onto his dick making his eyes roll aamd wings flutter behind him to push him impossibly deeper into her. Hearing her gasps and moans as she would whimper his name as if it was some sinful prayer.

Adam would be thrown off in feeling Imp!Reader Hand suddenly at his chest pushing him lightly back. Something that would have his thrusts halting and have him pushing up on his knees in confusion as She pushing him back and sitting up using her other hand as support.

A brow raised on his face as he looks over her immediately to make sure she isnt hurt and she is infact okay. Concern on his face as he still follows her movement of jer hands pushing him until hes pulling out of her and nearly on his side as shes suddenly kissing him and hes kissing back in confusion.

It wasnt until she guiding hands nearly had him tipping backwards, he immediately tensed up in the realization of what she wanted him to do.

Unresolved and painful memories forced their claws and teeth through his mind as he froze entirely woth his body shaking against his will.

Imp!Reader immediately sensing something wrong and pulling away to see Adams shrunken pupils and daze look, knowing he was no longer mentally with her in the moment. His body so tense ot shook rapidly in a fear response that had her moving her hands on him softly, lightly and warmly.

Like he had to her during their first time.

She would be whispering softly to him, soft praises and words of utter comfort to remind him he wasnt there anymore, in that bad place that his kikd was trying to force upon him. That he was here with you and safe.

"Come back to me baby." She would whisper to him while kissing his chest softly, hands moving to massage his stiffed shoulders.

"Stay with me."

How such words would slowly had Adam blinking, blinking away the traumatic past and eyes trying to focus back onto her face that looked at him so utterly soft. How it had his throat tightening as he swallowed and eyes burned with tears he refused to allow to form.

"I can't" He would rasp out, golden eyes staring at her in a trembling way that had her understanding and moving slightly back from of him, not wanting to push him at all, a soft smile on her face into understanding. And Yet, Adams arms, would go to her immediately pulling her.close as emotions run through his eyes.

Ones she her own eyes had towards him, now back at her.

The ones that screams of wanting, the ones of trust and yet fear, the fear of being hurt.

He has been hurt before, the kind of hurt that burns from the inside and yet.....

He let out a shaky breath as he moved back, making her eyes widen as he lays on his back, hands gripping the sheets tightly and wings curling around him as his golden eyes nervously watch her...

He didn't want that hurt and pain to hold him back.

Imp!Reader moving on top of him, seeing his nervous eyes flicking along her, she moved her face to his kissing him, something he so desperately leans up into and kisses back feverishly, with no rhythm and filled of nerves to rush through in nervousness.

Something Imp!Reader pulled back a little and placed her nose against his nuzzling slightly and connecting their foreheads and staring into his eyes.

You stared into two blazing suns.

And they were beautiful.

"Im going to Impimacy you so hard." you whispering to him, making his eyes waver slightly widening before a snort left his lips.

Causing you to smile at him as you felt him intensely below you amd melt into the bed, trembling hands moving to your thighs as you caress his chest.

"I'll go slow, Okay baby?" You whispered to him making him softly smile and nod as you kissed his forhead and move down to kiss along his face, across his jawline and down to his neck.

Feeling Adam shiver under you and groan when you lightly nip at his neck. Knowing he loved to be nipped and bit downside it. Your hands moving along his chest and broad shoulders soon traveling down with your lips following. Your ears twitching at his gasps and moans. Your tongue swirled a nip making him buck upwards and groan loudly.

His breathing picked up as your lightly teased your teeth around it before wrapping your soft lips around and sucking making Adam let out a whined noise.

"Oh, Fuck-" He gasped out as he bucked up his head digging into the pillows and wings fluttering open shimering the low light of the room.

He was so beautiful.

You worshipped his body, littering it with soft caresses that seemed to erase feelings of forceful nails shoving him down.

Peppering sweet kisses and playful nips that had him gasping, than the angery and battered bites that had him sobbing.

Your tail crassessing his hips and thighs, before slowly wrapping around his dick as you were busy pressing kisses along his chest and stomach making him choke and whine.

"Fuck...Baby..." His eyes rolling and his hips rolled up into the coils of your tail around him. Fluttering of wings as his head rolling back was a sight to behold.

You pressed up sitting up on him, your tail moving behind you to stroke him as your held his chest to keep you supported as you watched Adams nerves crumble into bliss. Your own heart hammering harshly in your chest as his was thudding up against your palms.

His eyes struggling to flutter open, those beautiful goldem eyes of his always finging you, as if he needed to see you at all times. His face fallen, melted into pleasure burning with color that seemed to ignite the feeling in your own chest.

"Your so perfect." You had whispered as if your words were to carve into him, along his skin and burn away the past. Setting a flame across his very soul and melt and mend it back toghether like burning glass. How your presence was reshaping it into something anew.

Purging away that haunting cursed snarl "Your so Pathetic" that had clawed into his soul in him away, and finally allowing his body and soul to be cleansed from that vile touch.

He felt his eyes water, emotions something forth and falling out of them, as his chest throbbed with such a soft and warm feeling. How he desperately leaned into the warm hand along his cheek.

His golden eyes blazing into the eyes of two dying suns.

And knew they were destined to burn into his.

"I love you." Adam had gasped out as his hands clung to your sides, making your eyes widen at the words. Words you had always thought to be forbidden towards you, and yet here they were, gasped out in pure desperation of need for you.

Need of the flames that raged inside of you.

A pull to his chin as Adam sitting up, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck, kissing him deeply, in need that had him moaning and whimpering into the kiss as he needing pulled you closer.

Tail leaving and siding your thighs over, you both crying out for each other as you were bouncing with your thighs, tail moving to wrap around his thigh. Both of your muffled moans mending and blending into each other, as Golden wings snapped and curled around the both of you.

His hands clawing at you as his hips jerked up into your thrusts in pure need to be impossibly deeper.

Kissing along his neck and biting the side had His head falling back with a noise that caused him to fail in maintained form. Falling backwards into the bed driving you forwards hands digging into his chest.

Your eyes memorizing and devouring up the holy form he kept hidden away.

"Please! Please!" Adams voice gasped, his shaky arms clinging onto you tightly as golden tears dripped down his cheeks in worshipped bliss.

"Dont leave me." He choked out a whine as his hips drove up between your thighs, into the inferno heat that possesses you, snapping and coming undone.

A cry leaving your own lips as your hips jerked against his pelvis, your own eyes rolling as you fell forwards into him, arms clinging to him as you hurried your face into his chest.

"Im not going fucking anywhere, I promise." You had gasped against him,your ears listening to the small vulnerable sob he had let out as his arms held you tigher.

"I adore you, I love you, Adam"

And as the room echoed with rapid breathing and soft words of comfort and praise and finally healing tears.

Along two banded fingers.