When Adam awoke, Jehovah was gone and so was Eve, and he started a bit in disappointment. He wondered if they would be gone for ages again like they had last time. But then he was aware of a movement behind him, and he turned to see her, his beautiful Eve, coming up to the clearing. She had just come back from the river, and he kissed her - it had been such a long time since he'd tasted her. My wife. Adam entangled his fingers in her hair and they sank onto the heather, and without any further ado he entered her and became as one with her again, and he felt complete, and as he leant his forehead against hers, he felt tears trickling down his cheeks, his heart exquisitely stirred with emotion. He felt Eve's fingers tighten in his and he knew that she felt the same as he did.

They spent the entire day together, and then the following night, and for many suns and moons afterwards, and it was as if they were making up for the time that they had not seen each other, when Eve had been away with Jehovah. They lay beneath the stars, tired out but utterly happy, and they took turns in pointing out patterns and formations that the stars made.

Adam slept, and in the morning when he woke, Jehovah was there. Adam's entire being lit up when he saw the other boy, and he gently eased Eve off him, and followed Jehovah.

It was now Eve's turn to while the time alone, and at first it did not bear heavily on her mind, but as the days stretched endlessly and neither Adam nor Jehovah came, her heart grew restless and sad. The trees shed their leaves ever and anon, and many an acorn grew to its full stature, and still they did not come to her. She was a little lonely, and she found herself swimming to the cove one evening. Of all the places in Eden she loved this the best, for this cove evoked memories of happier times; of Jehovah, and of her beloved Adam.

The landscape had changed much since she had last beheld it. All the rocks had now been ground to fine sand, and the cliff now had been shorn to a barren peak that jutted out into the horizon. As she rose out of the water and onto the shore, her gaze turned to the tree on the peak. It was larger and denser than ever, and it looked strange there, so vibrant amongst the desolation of the peak. As she gazed, she marked a movement amongst its lower branches, and now, she was sure; it was the outline of a boy, of someone like her Adam or Jehovah.

Eve ran to the ledge. It was much higher and steeper than it looked, and was very hard to scale, and it took her several days to reach the top. As she approached the tree, she was awestruck, for it was larger than any other tree she had beheld in Eden. She was acutely conscious of what Adam had told her: that it was Jehovah's explicit wish that neither of them eat from that tree.

But I'm just going to look, she thought. And I'm not even here because I wanted to look at the tree, I came because of the mysterious boy that I keep seeing here.

Eve pushed aside the heavily hanging canopies of the tree, and walked into the leafy shade of its boughs, which hung low around her, weighed down by its fruit, which grew abundantly upon the branches. It was as if she had entered a completely different world, one where air and time and even space seemed to stand still. The disturbing, sibilant fragrance of the tree wrapped itself around her, and she was reminded once more of the ocean trenches: of the heady, murky darkness that lay thick upon her, the uncertainty that coated her heart and mind and her very skin.

She caught a glimpse of a pale torso, passing in front of her, and she cried out. The silhouette vanished, and she ran after it, but the next moment a boy materialised in front of her, and she started at his sudden appearance, and took an involuntary step back.

"I am Eve. Who are you?" Eve asked him.

The boy smiled, and they both considered each other. Eve was thunderstruck as she beheld him, for this beautiful, pale youth bore a striking resemblance to Jehovah. Indeed, they looked so much alike that she wondered if he was not Jehovah himself in other guise, and her gaze dropped to his hand, where he was holding one of the forbidden fruits.

"No, I am not he," the strange boy said, and Eve drew back in wonder and not a little apprehension. He can hear my thoughts, just like Jehovah. The boy looked exactly like him, except with deliberate differences; he had silvery, shimmering locks and strange, blazing pale eyes, and she did not feel safe or happy as she did when Jehovah was with her. There were also other, subtler differences that she could not see but was aware of, and that disturbed her, and she faltered, wanting to draw closer to him but yet also wanting to flee. His eyes danced over her body, slowly, deliberately, and she trembled without knowing it.

"I see why he is tempted by you," he said. She watched as his nails dug into the fruit, bringing forth fresh juice, and its pungent smell encircled her and made her faint and giddy.

"Who?" she asked, and her voice travelled no farther than the canopies, and her words stuck in the air and remained fastened there.

"Who else?" the boy said, and he laughed, and relinquished his piercing gaze, looking down instead at the fruit that he held; and Eve felt as if she had been physically released from bonds which she had not known existed, and she found herself gasping for breath.

"What is your name?" she asked, haltingly.

"My name is Lucifer," the boy replied, answering the question and nothing else.

"But.. but Jehovah told me that there were only three people here. He, myself and Adam," she faltered.

The boy laughed, and the sound of his mirth echoed deep into the deep canopies of the low-hanging boughs and it was as if the tree itself absorbed his euphoria, for the boughs above and the canopies swung ever so slightly, making Eve dizzy. She looked around, her vision swimming and a chill upon her heart. She found that she could not stand, and she would have fallen if Lucifer hadn't caught her. His scent was seductive and sweet and otherworldly, like the fruit, and they looked into each other's eyes and Eve felt as if she had been pierced to her innermost core by his bright, unrelenting, keen gaze. He looked more like Jehovah than ever, and yet he inspired these strange feelings in her that Jehovah did not. Her heart and cheeks and legs tingled with an odd warmth that she felt only when she and Adam lay together, and her heart wavered and she thought not of Adam. Lucifer's eyes shone with a fey light, and he did not let go of her, and she rested against his cool embrace. They both sank down slowly onto the ground. Eve noticed that a lot of the fruit lay on the ground around them, some of them ripe and rich and newly fallen, some of them already dry and wizened and cankerous.

"I am afraid that there were a great many things Jehovah didn't tell you," he said.

"Why would he not tell me?" she said faintly, and the shadow upon her heart grew thicker and darker, and the scent of the fruit seemed to grow stronger.

"Because he fears," Lucifer answered, so softly that it seemed as if he had not spoken at all and was but a voice in her mind.

"What does he fear?" Eve asked.

Lucifer pushed aside a lock of her hair in exactly the same way that Jehovah did, then he turned and took a bite out of the forbidden fruit, and Eve gasped. No! But..

"Do you not know what the fruit of the tree grants?" he said, dropping the fruit to the ground in a gesture so viciously casual it was almost caustic. The fruit fell to the ground with a light thud and joined its other, fallen brethren, yet Eve had no eyes for it anymore, only for dreadful, wonderful, beautiful Lucifer. She shook her head, and Lucifer smiled, and again Eve felt that strange, warm sensation course through her body and her heart shuddering, and almost against her will she shrank deeper into his embrace. He placed his legs around hers and she did not resist, and the aroma of the forbidden fruit grew ever stronger, but something in her sensed that this was wrong, though she did not know what. Yet the dizzying sensation that was threatening to engulf her grew stronger, and she was powerless to resist.

"What does it feel like when you make love with Adam?" he asked.

Eve's brow creased in confusion. "I don't understand what you mean," she said, and a look of perplexity clouded her face.

"When Adam does," and with a swift movement Lucifer pinned her to the ground, and Eve gazed up at him, not understanding the rush of sensations that pounded through her. She had never felt like this before with Adam, and she lay limp beneath Lucifer, relishing these new hot tingling sensations that raced through her entire being like nothing she had ever experienced before. His hair tumbled around them both, as if enclosing them from the outer world, and she had the strangest sensation of being confined in a box that was within another box. Lucifer kissed her neck gently, and she could smell the fruit on him, and the scent was haunting and subtle and honey sweet and yet something else that she could not fathom. She could barely tell where the fragrance of the fruit ended and the boy began, and his motions were feather-light as he traced his way up to her ear, his hold upon her wrists tightening and his legs tautening upon hers, which were spread. She could feel him now, quivering at her entrance but not quite, and her cheeks and her entire body were aflame, and she found that she was incapable of resisting, and she did not want him to stop. His lips came to a halt at her ear, and he whispered, "This."

Eve gazed into his deep, pale eyes and into his face, hypnotized by his overpowering presence and the cloying scent of the fruit and his body, and in that moment she could have sworn that it was not Lucifer above her, but Jehovah. His eyes flickered and her lips parted involuntarily, and he lowered his face till his cool cheek rested upon hers, and then the moment passed, and he was Lucifer again, and he withdrew himself from her ever so slightly.

"Eve," he said, "there is only one thing I ask of you."

She nodded, incapable of speech, so overwhelmed was she by these new, fierce passions that he had ignited within her, that she had never known existed. Till now. Eve could feel the fire he had lit within her, spreading through her body, just as the titillating perfume of the fruit and of the boy himself was enveloping her and penetrating her so that she could not tell where she now ended and Lucifer began.

"Do not tell," and his breath was cool against her lips, "anyone, of what has passed here."

She nodded acquiescence once more, and her eyelashes fluttered weakly as the scent of the fruit, or Lucifer, or her sensations, she could not tell which – threatened to overwhelm her completely, pulling her in and out of consciousness.

Lucifer smiled, and in that moment he reminded her inexorably of Jehovah again, Jehovah whom she loved without abandon, but not in the way that she loved Adam. And then she was confused, because she did not know what she felt for Lucifer, only that he made her feel as Adam had never made her feel. But then Lucifer's face blurred before her so that he was at once her Adam and her Jehovah and Lucifer, and he leant down and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, and she could taste the fruit on him and within him, and she had not known that anything could taste so good, or that such pleasure could exist, and she desired more, so much more. The onslaught of sensations and emotions was too much for her, and she let go of her last, tenuous grasp on consciousness and sank into merciful, unknowing oblivion.


A/N: Yay new chapter! Which was mostly written during work, haha. Am currently finetuning some of the later stuff that I wrote, and still writing. A few more chapters till the end now. MoonRein - yes this is just the downfall of Adam and Eve, though I might write some more Bible fanfiction in the future. :)