2000 B.C
"This taste amazing Adam!" Emily praises as she takes another bite. "What did you call this dish?"
"Thanks Em!" Adam replies as he serves a bowl to Michael. "I call it grilled eel!"
"I'm so glad I dropped by today. The smell alone is just mouth watering!" Michael quips as he grabs his cutlery and digs in.
As Michael takes his first bite, the succulent flesh of the grilled eel melts in his mouth, releasing a burst of flavors that dance across his taste buds. The marinade, a perfect balance of salty and sweet, infuses every inch of the tender eel, enhancing its natural richness. The smokiness from the grill adds depth, complementing the delicate texture with a hint of charred perfection. Each bite is a symphony of sensations, leaving Michael craving more as he savors the delicacy crafted by Adam's skilled hands.
As Michael takes a swig of his beer, the amber liquid washes over his palate, its effervescence cutting through the richness of the grilled eel with a refreshing crispness. The beer's malty notes harmonize with the marinade, adding a subtle sweetness that accentuates the dish's flavors without overpowering them. Its slight bitterness acts as a palate cleanser, preparing him for the next delectable bite of eel. Together, the beer and grilled eel create a symphony of flavors, each sip and bite complementing the other in perfect harmony, making for a truly satisfying dining experience.
"Damn it Adam! At this rate, I can never eat food made with angelic power ever again!" Michael chuckled, wiping the corner of his mouth with satisfaction. "You've set the bar pretty high."
Emily nods in agreement, her eyes lighting up with delight as she savors the delicate interplay of flavors. The eel's tender texture contrasts beautifully with the slight char from the grill, adding a satisfying crunch to each mouthful. As she takes another bite, she notices how the flavors linger, leaving a lingering warmth that comforts her senses.
"You've truly outdone yourself Adam." Sera muses as she takes her seat at the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I haven't even tasted it and I already believe it to be delicious."
"Thanks mom!" Adam says with a proud smile, serving her a generous portion of the grilled eel.
Sera's gaze shifts to the dish before her, the aroma tantalizing her senses even before she takes a bite. With delicate precision, she lifts a piece of eel to her lips, savoring the moment before indulging in its flavors. The first taste sends waves of pleasure through her palate, the marinade mingling with the eel's natural essence in a dance of culinary perfection. Each bite is a revelation, a testament to Adam's culinary expertise and his deep understanding of ingredients.
"This is extraordinary," Sera declares, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I believe this may very well be my favorite dish."
"I want another helping Dad!" Aclima calls out, enthusiasm echoing through the room as she eagerly presents her empty plate. "This grilled eel is amazing!"
"Me first Dad!" Vaggie yells. "Aclima already had her seconds, I want mine!"
Adam laughs heartily at his children's playful banter, a sense of contentment washing over him as he sees his family enjoying the meal he prepared with love and care. He reaches for the platter of grilled eel, serving generous portions to Aclima and Vaggie, their eyes widening in anticipation as they eagerly dig in to their food.
As everyone was enjoying their lunch, they were suddenly interrupted when some loud knocking came from the door. Sera moves to answer and when she opens the door, she find Jophiel standing before her.
"Jophiel, Is something the matter?" Sera says. As far as she was concerned, Jophiel had no business with her or Emily that would warrant her coming to their house. "Are you here for Michael?"
"No, I was simply in the area and the aroma coming from your house was just divine." Jophiel says with a soft smile. "May I come in and try whatever is making that delectable aroma?"
Sera hesitates for a moment, unsure of Jophiel's intentions. She has a bad feeling about this but ultimately steps aside to allow her entry. "Of course, please come in. We're just enjoying some grilled eel that Adam prepared."
Jophiel steps into the warm interior of the house, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she takes in the sight and smell of the food. "Grilled eel, you say? How intriguing. I must admit, I've never had the pleasure of tasting such a dish."
As Sera closes the door, she returns to the dining area and introduces Jophiel.
"Adam, this is Jophiel, a seraphim like Michael, Emily and myself." Sera says.
"Nice to meet you Jophiel. I'm Adam." Adam greets her. His arm stretched out to shake hers.
"Oh, I know." Jophiel replies as she accepts his hand. "I know you VERY WELL Adam."
"... Okay." Adam says, feeling a little creeped out. "Have we met before?"
"I've met you in passing ... many times." Jophiel says with a wide smile. "Though you never noticed me. Can't blame you though."
"I see." Adam starts to sense something is wrong but pushes the thought aside. Sera and Michael trust her so he will trust her as well. "Come, let me introduce you to my daughters."
Adam points out and names Aclima, Vaggie and Lute to Jophiel. While Aclima and Vaggie nod and smile at her, Lute had a grim expression. Lute finally found the source of her discomfort when Jophiel glared at her. The last few decades of feeling like they were being stalked by an insurmountable threat was correct.
A FUCKING SERAPHIM WAS STALKING THEM!
"Sir!" Lute suddenly exclaims as she jolts up from the table, startling everyone. "Can I speak to you, now, in private."
"Uhhh, sure Lute." Adam replies. "Just let me serve Jophiel a bowl and I'll meet you in my room."
Lute nods and quickly makes her way to his room. Everyone decides to leave her be and return to their meal. Jophiel takes her seat and Adam serves her a bowl of grilled eel, though he can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers in the air. As he joins Lute in his room, he can sense her urgency.
"What's wrong, Lute?" Adam asks, concern evident in his voice.
Lute's eyes dart around the room before she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "That seraphim, Jophiel, she's dangerous. We need to get rid of her, now!"
"Lute, deep breaths, I need you to relax." Adam tries to calm her down. "We don't have the strength to fight a Seraphim. Besides, Jophiel is a friend of Mom and Michael, she isn't a threat."
"But Sir, the bad feeling I have been experiencing these past few decades stems from Jophiel!" Lute explains, panic in her voice. "She is dangerous!"
Adam steps forward and hugs Lute. "Lute, I understand you're scared, but we can't act rashly without solid evidence." Adam speaks softly, trying to soothe her frayed nerves. "Let's take a moment to gather our thoughts and figure out what's going on. Why do you think Jophiel is dangerous?"
Lute pulls away slightly, her eyes searching Adam's face for understanding. "I've always felt her presence, lurking in the shadows, watching us. It's like she's waiting for the perfect moment to strike."
Adam furrows his brow, considering Lute's words carefully. "But why would she wait? And if she's truly a threat, why hasn't she made a move before now?"
Lute shakes her head, frustration evident in her voice. "I don't know, Sir. But I can't shake this feeling of impending doom whenever she's around. We need to be cautious."
"Don't worry Lute. Even if she is dangerous, I'm sure she won't act out here." Adam assures her. "Mom and Michael are around so we're safe."
"I hope so Sir." Lute murmurs out.
They soon return to the dining room and find Jophiel staring wide eyed at a now empty bowl with bits of food over her mouth. Evidently, she had wolfed down the food after having her first bite.
Jophiel couldn't believe it. Her taste buds tingled with delight, savoring every last morsel of the grilled eel. She had never experienced such culinary perfection, each bite a revelation of flavor and texture that sent her senses into overdrive. Despite her celestial nature, Jophiel found herself utterly captivated by the earthly delight that Adam had prepared.
"Adam, this is absolutely exquisite!" Jophiel exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine admiration. "I must admit, I've never tasted anything quite like it."
Adam smiled warmly, relieved by her positive reaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jophiel."
Yes! She enjoyed every last bite! Why hadn't she realized before how perfect Adam was!? He is kind, talented, and his culinary skills are unparalleled. The more she knows of Adam, the more Michael seem lesser in comparison. Jophiel couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of admiration for Adam, his presence radiating warmth and kindness that enveloped her like a comforting embrace.
SHE MUST HAVE HIM!
"Adam!" Jophiel suddenly stood in front of Adam and grabs both of his hands to everyone's surprise. Staring into his golden eyes, she can no longer stop herself.
"WILL YOU MARRY ME!?"
...
Michael opens another beer.
While the trio in hell were enjoying their lunch, Eve suddenly jolts up from the table to Lucifer and Lilith surprise. Her expression grim and her eyes look haunted.
"Eve?" Lilith calls out. "Something wrong?"
"Is it the food?" Lucifer ask, slightly worried.
"Adam!" Eve cries out.
"Adam?" Lucifer and Lilith ask in unison.
"Adam! His chastity is in danger!" Eve says in a loud panicked voice.
Lucifer and Lilith exchange puzzled glances, unsure of what Eve meant by Adam's chastity being in danger.
"What do you mean, Eve? How is Adam's chastity in danger?" Lilith asks, her brow furrowing with concern.
"HE'S IN DANGER!" Eve cries out. "Those whores in Heaven are after MY ADAM!"
Eve grabs Lucifer and pulls him close. In a stern and angry voice, she shouts at Lucifer. "Summon Hannah, now!"
Hannah, one of Adam and Eve's last surviving direct children in hell. How she avoided the annual exterminations is a mystery. Knowing better than to try and stop Eve when she is in one of her moods, he does as she says and snaps his fingers. A bright light suddenly manifest beside them and Hannah form takes its place.
"Huh, where am I?" Hannah looks around confused. "Mom!? Why am I - Ahhhhh!"
"Come with me Hannah!" Eve angrily pinches Hannah's ear and drags her up towards the roof.
Once they made it to the rooftop, Eve forces Hannah to face towards Heaven. Eve than twist Hannah arm and pulls it behind her back, causing Hannah to scream out loud in pain.
"Scream Hannah! Scream for your fucking father!" Eve yells in her ear. "Tell him to get his ass down here if you want the pain to stop!"
"Ahhh!" Hannah screams in pain. "Fuck you mom!"
"LOUDER!" Eve yells. Pulling out a knife, she stabs Hannah in the thigh, causing her to let out a blood curdling scream.
"Dad! Help!" Hannah screams upwards to Heaven, her tears now pouring out. "Mom is crazy!"
"Don't tell your father that!" Eve slaps the back of her head. "Just be a good girl and scream for your father to get his ass down here!"
Eve punches Hannah stab wound, causing Hannah to scream even louder. "DADDY!"
Lucifer and Lilith watches on as Eve continues to torture her daughter.
"Should we stop her?" Lilith ask. "I don't think Adam will come down if he sees Eve torturing their daughter."
"He might." Lucifer says with a grin. "I say there is a fifty fifty chance that he might come. I say we let Eve cook."
"Lucifer! I need salt!" Eve yells back at him. "Now!"
Lucifer snaps his fingers and a bag of salt appears in Eve's hand. With salt in hand, she slaps the salt into Hannah's wound, causing her to shriek in pain.
As the scene unfolds in the depths of Hell, Hannah's cries echo through the infernal landscape, a testament to Eve's wrath and determination. Lucifer watches with a mixture of amusement and concern, his mind racing with thoughts of Adam's potential reaction to the unfolding chaos.
"I can't believe Eve's resorting to such extreme measures. His chastity truly must be in danger." Lilith murmurs, her gaze fixed on the scene before them. "Do you think Adam will actually come?"
Lucifer chuckles darkly, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I have no doubt he'll come. After all, it's his precious daughter in distress. And if there's one thing Adam can't resist, it's protecting his loved ones."
"Won't he hate us for doing this?" Lilith ask with a raised eyebrow.
"He already hates us anyway." Lucifer states. "So long as it get him down here. Then we just have to hold on to him, explain our reasoning and eventually he will forgive us."
"Hmmm ..." Lilith ponders but she does see the logic. "Yeah, you're right. Adam may be angry at first but once he sees Hannah appear as good as new tomorrow, he will forgive us."
They turn their attention when they hear a loud bone snapping noise coming from Eve and Hannah. Looking back at them, Eve had just broken one of Hannah's leg but Hannah could only muster a muffled cry for help and sob. Evidently, her voice has grown hoarse from screaming too much too fast.
"You useless bitch! No wonder you died single! Can't keep a man by your side when you're so WEAK!" Eve drops Hannah to the floor and kicks her in the gut. "You expect your father to rescue you when you can't even scream loud enough for him to hear!?"
Turning her attention back to Heaven, Eve shouts at Heaven. "ADAM! Don't fall for them! Those WHORES are full of disease!"
"MALARIA! LEPORSY! DYSENTRY! TUBERCULOSIS!" Eve yells out angrily. "ONLY MY PUSSY IS PURE AND ITS ALL FOR YOU!"
"Hey!" Lilith shouts.
"Fine." Eve says. "LILITH IS FINE TOO!"
A few minutes pass as the trio wait for a response. The only sound emanating was from Hannah muffled sobs.
"ADAM!" Eve yells in frustration. She grabs Hannah and tosses her over the roof. Her body impacts the ground below with a loud thud, leaving a now lifeless corpse.
"Fucking useless!" Eve remarks, her anger flaring. "She couldn't even scream loud enough for Adam to hear!"
"YOU'RE FUCKING MINE! YOU HEAR ME ADAM!?" Eve shouts to Heaven.
"MINE!"