Chapter 1
"Oh, how the tables have turned," a haunting whisper said, ever so amused. Adam's eyes flickered open to find himself lying on his side, his body aching from pain. He was surrounded by complete darkness, and with a groan, he attempted to sit up on his knees.
He felt a rough tug on his neck, and that's when he took in the faint glow of golden chains materializing, wrapping themselves around his neck and wrists. His yellow eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and horror.
"What… the fuck…?" he let out with a hoarse voice. Then suddenly, the chains tightened, tugging him forward, causing Adam to gasp for breath. Caught off balance, he struggled to stay upright, but the chains jerked upward to arrest his fall. The gold chains intensified their glow, revealing a familiar silhouette of a woman standing towering over him. His breath quickened, his heart pounded against his chest painfully, and his yellow eyes shook with fear.
"You are mine now," the voice said before darkness swallowed him whole.
Charlie hummed a melody while arranging an assortment of vibrant flowers in two vases before placing them beside a tombstone that read, 'Adam, the first human. May he rest in peace.'
A week had passed since the whole battle took place and things around the hotel have been rather peaceful. They even received a few new guests who were staying at the hotel the past few days.
Charlie was just so happy things were looking so well these days she decided to go to the market to buy some fresh flowers for Sir Pentious' shrine and for Adam's burial site; she felt terrible not getting Adam some flowers.
"I still can't believe you buried him in one of the hotel's courtyards," Vaggie remarked from behind Charlie, wearing a frown, arms crossed over her chest.
"Well, I didn't want to risk anyone disrespecting him by letting others mess with his body," Charlie explained, rising to stand by the raised earth and dusting off her pants. "The only way I can make sure his body stays safe is by keeping it in the hotel. I wish I could have done the same with the rest of the angels, but the others got to their bodies before I had the chance to gather them."
"If the situation were reversed, they would have just dumped your body in the streets like a pile of trash."
"Maybe, but you know I'm not like them."
Vaggie stared at her before a soft smile appeared on her face. "Yeah, I know, and that's okay."
Charlie returned the smile before both girls looked down at the burial site with confusion when they felt and observed the ground shake. Suddenly, a clawed hand shot out from the soil, causing Charlie to jump close to Vaggie with a yelp of fright. Vaggie materialized her spear out of thin air, stepping in front of Charlie to protect her.
"What's happening?!" Charlie exclaimed with confusion, wide-eyed as the hand twisted and turned as if desperate to pull further out.
"How is this possible?" Vaggie hissed with annoyance. "He should be dead."
Charlie continued to stare at the hand before she felt a tug in her heart, urging her to throw herself to the burial site and frantically dig into the ground.
"Charlie, what are you doing?!" Vaggie called out, but Charlie ignored her, her fingers digging into the earth as fast as she could.
The damp soil clung to her hands as her heart drummed with panic and determination. She finally uncovered a very alive Adam. His breath was erratic and labored, coughing up dirt with each wheeze as he desperately tried to sit up, which she helped him do.
Charlie took in Adam's disheveled sight. His face was sickly pale, his hair matted and coated in soil, and his once beautiful white robe was now smudged with dried gold blood and dirt. But what truly widened her eyes in shock were the horns sticking out from Adam's head and his golden wings were now ash grey.
As Adam gasped for air, fangs were visible among his teeth. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the dirt. Charlie shoved aside her shock as she saw tremors coursing through Adam's body before he began coughing again violently.
"Easy, Adam. It's okay. You're safe now," Charlie reassured him in a hushed tone. And without hesitation, she began rubbing his back gently to comfort him as she imagined finding oneself buried alive to be terrifying, to say the least.
Then a pair of yellow, panic-stricken eyes met her, bloodshot from the clinging dirt, before finally, a raspy voice struggled its way from Adam as he croaked, "What… the fuck?"
Author's After Note
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