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Chapter ten- PT3 Written by Leilani Raven Katen 

Chapter ten- part three by Leilani Raven Katen 

 

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(Previously on Eve of Grim)

 

Teresa Paragani

Teresa was sitting in front of her tv with her remote in hand, drinking coffee and changing channels, when suddenly, she heard a news report from the Daily News report; Candace Evergreen stood in the front wearing a blue blazer and slim-fit black jeans, with her hair tied up in a ponytail.

“Joesph Kamron, a white supremacist who ran for public office in Alabama in a campaign to legalize child pornography, has died in custody, a U.S. Attorney has confirmed. U.S. prosecutors have confirmed that 46-year-old Joesph Kamron has died in prison on felony charges of child pornography and multiple assault charges against four teenagers, including a two-year-old. Court documents substantiating the criminal charges against Kamron were dismissed due to evidence being compromised.”, explained Candace as she moved in front of the reporters, pushing each other for a spot to ask their questions. I’m Candace evergreen, and you’re watching, The Snitch. On channel 13, “Candace says as she watches the Chief of police coming out of the courthouse. 

“And we’re out.” Called out the camera Technician.

Candance Evergreen

There was a slight breeze pulling in. 

It was a relief. It was eighty outside, but it felt like a hundred when the sun beamed on your body. Thought Candance dabbed a tissue to her brow, softly drying the sweat. She started to feel the perspiration build.

The Chief of police reached the podium. “Good morning, everyone. My fellow police officers and I would like to thank everyone who assisted in the investigation regarding Joesph Kamron. Addressing the assault victims and parents of the victims; During the first days of the case, we, unfortunately, fell behind. We weren’t on the ball of things. A few reports were before the tragic incident involving the infant child. For not acting sooner, we apologize. We promise to do everything we possibly can to assist the families who are healing and to do better in the future.”

“Chief?! Henry conner from channel Five. Can you explain more about the incident at the motel? Rumors are going around from numerous blogs of evidential sightings of monstrous figures.” Ask Henry, waiting for a response. The room of reporters quieted down. Candance was sure of what had happened. But was the government going to tell the truth to the public? Certainly not. Candace thought; anticipation filled her very bones. Candace fought the urge to shout at the Chief, “to hurry the fuck up.” Instead, she clutched her hand, forming a fist, gripping her microphone, and pointing it at the stiff neck officers. 

The Chief looked down at the stack of notes he had prepared. An officer stepped over and whispered a few words; the Chief nodded. “The incident a few days ago was nothing of the ordinary. I’m sorry, I don’t know enough to answer that. Thank you, everyone, that’ll be all.” He says, walking away and leading the officers back inside the courthouse. Every reporter began to shout questions over each other. “I wonder what happened?” Asked a reporter. “We didn’t even get our full interview!” Shouted another angered interviewer. Daniel Sanchez, from the Nightly reports radio show, looked over to see that Candance didn’t look as upset or disappointed. Her demeanor could easily be portrayed as suspicious confidence. It intrigued Daniel. Daniel noticed Candance and saw him looking at her. Daniel quickly turned his head towards his manager. Gale tapped Daniel’s tanned shoulder lightly, attempting to regain his attention and focus on their issue of having no insight to turn in.

Candance knew something was brewing, and she wanted to be the first to find out. Images of the tape recording flashed in the front of her mind—

One of the officers from the last group to leave spotted Candance. Officer Carter, from Utah. Carter trailed Candance’s body with his eyes. Images of what he imagined if he could explore her body filled his mind with pleasurable satisfaction. Candance’s lips enticed him the most. He wanted to know what her lips tasted like; Images of Candance’s lips wrapped around his blood-inflated cock excited him. What Candance didn’t know what that he had been watching her on TV for two years straight now. Timothy, aka Tim, was a certified stalker and panty sniffer. Two women had reported him but failed due to lack of evidence.

Two days ago

Tim always ensured he was at the coffee shop, the one on Main, at the same time Candance was so he could accidentally bump into her or watch her from afar. At the same time, Candance got her morning coffee. As Tim watched Candance talk on the phone while putting creamer in her coffee at the condiment store. He was smiling and laughing at what the person on the other line was saying to her. Tim fantasized about his life with her, where she was talking to him, laughing and smiling at him. But, most importantly, fucking him.

“Excuse me, young man, are you using this?” asked an elderly woman, holding up the sugar jar. Tim was too focused on Candance bending over to pick up the trash that fell off the counter. “Excuse me!” she shouts, waving her manicured hands. 

“What?!” Tim whispered, looking up at the annoyed woman holding the sugar. “Yeah, take it.” He said, shooing the woman away. As she walked away, he went back to watch Candance but realized she had left while he was dealing with the old broad. Tim quickly got up with his disposable coffee cup, rim stained with coffee. He drank what was left of his drink and threw it in the trash. Then, he stepped outside the coffee shop, accidentally bumping into someone walking past him.

“Sorry.” He says, still looking around to see if Candance is still nearby. Tim was disappointed; Candance had left. Without him.

Present hour

Candance began to place her equipment into the van. She looked disappointed but not surprised.

 Jeff, her camera technician assistant, was inside, packing the camera and other necessary filming tools, Jeff hated his job, but it paid well to support himself and his dog, Sam. Jeff was dealing with depression. Working for Candance Evergreen was difficult, given the tedious minuscule jobs; Five minutes to 3 hours surprise, 10 pm meetings. Bagel Runs and body wire checks. Checking if everything was connected was the only job he wanted to do. Jeff was a boob guy, and Candance Evergreen had the best breasts he’d ever seen. The growing pain of his depression was eating away at him, hitting the point to even suicidal thoughts were creeping in. Tim was planning his death. But the idea of leaving Sam and placing him in an animal shelter saddened him, diluting the suicidal thoughts like ice melting on the floor. One small inconvenient step and his sock would be soaked, bringing the deathly ideas back.

Suddenly, a loud uproar of screams alerted Jeff and Candance. They both looked at each other, concerned. Candance looked back and saw a circle of people looking down at the grown, screaming, “get off him!” and “What the fuck?!”. Then, a woman pushed her two-year-old son in a stroller out of the way. Then the mother unbuckled him out of his seat. Then, she gripped her child’s head and body and ran from the chaos to her nearby vehicle. People began to run away. Candace nudged Jeff to get out the handheld camera, which is lightweight and durable. That camera was explicitly used in wars filmed by Candace’s great-uncle. He had given it to her as a gift. He was teaching her how to clean and maintain it. She knew he would want her to use it. It was perfect, ensuring both safety and quality. While everyone was running opposite the chaotic situation, Candace had a mic in hand with Jeff filming as they got closer. Suddenly Candace is knocked down. Jeff tries to keep up but gets lost in a crowd of anxious teens with skateboards, videotaping the incident as they rode away from the danger that was occurring. Candace guarded herself as people rushed to get away. As it started to clear, making it easier to see what they were all running away from, she finally got a glimpse of what looked like a scene from a zombie movie.

A man was lying on the concrete floor of the sidewalk in front of a hotdog stand, a part of his face eaten, revealing details of his facial bone structure. He dangled down his face and eye, hanging out of its socket and bending down, chewing at the dead man’s intestines, blackened eyes with blood-stained clothes. The woman continued to nibble away at his body, then ripping the tendon of the dangled eye. The undead woman placed the eyeball in her mouth and began chewing it like a grape. Blood dripped down her chin and onto her flower-printed dress. Candace sees a tall man standing still amongst the anxious crowd, smiling. He wore a dark-colored suit with a tie—snakeskin cowboy boots.

The guy looked like a model who had just walked off the cover of a magazine cover, Candance thought. The gentlemen noticed Candace was watching him. Tipping his head to her, he began to walk into a crowd of shaken older women, watching the grotesque scene of cannibalistic behavior. Candance stood up, figuring out where Jeff was and seeing if the gentleman was still in view. Turning her head to the front and then back to where Jeff is. He instantly realized that the man was not visible. Police officers pulled into the street, broadcasting the urgency to clear the roads, and moved away from the area. At the sight of the loud announcement, the undead cannibal arms pushed herself off the decaying body, staring into the eyes of the witnesses’ disgust-filled faces and letting out a snarling growl, blood spraying out of her decaying mouth. Strange black substances poured out of her eyes and ears. The undead woman launched herself at the group of older women hurtling together, trying to protect their friend, who was seated in a wheelchair. Three tried holding the cannibal back with one of their canes. Unfortunately, the woman lost her grip and fell on one of her friends with a walker. Shouting at one another to get to the nearest store, the ravenous cannibal takes a massive bite of an older man proceeding to get up, ripping his throat out with her blood and blackened teeth. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he tried to pry the monster off his neck, but her tar-colored hands overpowered him. Then released him, causing him to transform. Candance watched as more and more undead zombies began to add up, surrounding her. 

Teresa Paragani

Teresa shook her head in disbelief. “Disgusting…” Teresa retorted. She continued to drink her coffee, not realizing a new guest had appeared sitting next to her. It was Gabriel.  

“Good morning, beautiful,” Gabriel says, announcing his presence and side-eyeing Teresa as he grins. Gabriel’s eyes clouded with swirls of white smoke. 

Startling Teresa, she let out a scream grasping the pillow while holding on to her coffee mug steady. Teresa spilled a little bit of her coffee on her white pajama shirt. “What the fuck! Can you use the door like a normal person?!” She shouted, looking at the stained shirt and back at Gabriel. She places her mug on the coffee table, then Teresa stands up from the couch, pulling off her stained-white T-shirt. 

Teresa walks away from Gabriel, “I just want one day of normality!” Teresa declared, throwing the dirty shirt off his head, and walking back to her bedroom. Teresa embraced her breasts, hiding them with her hands. Gabriel smiled under the shirt. 

Gabriel slipped the shirt off and placed it over the arm of the couch. Looking back to watch Teresa walk away. “I would, but then I would never have these wonderfully godly moments with you,” Gabriel admitted, keeping Teresa under close observation. Especially her well-rounded soft buttocks. Gabriel was fascinated with the female body. He thought women were the most interesting. He loved to watch them sleep. Teresa didn’t know it, Yet. But Gabriel was in love with her. Even her broken parts. He watched over her as she slept soundly. Watching her breath as her chest moved up and down slowly under the covers. Gabriel lay up against the back of the couch, watching as she tippy-toed to reach for another folded white T-shirt on the top of the closet’s shelves. Gabriel appeared behind Teresa, placing a hand on her right hip, catching her before she fell into her wardrobe. Teresa’s heart began to race. Gabriel knew what effects he had on her. But he refused to abuse it, therefore stepping back and letting her steady herself. 

Teresa seemed surprised at how gentle Gabriel was towards her. She wanted him, this thing that was only known as a myth since she was five when she learned the words of God. Gabriel waited for Teresa to make a move or walk away. But Teresa just stood there, staring into gray clouds. Then, finally, she reached up to Gabriel, brushing his face with the palm of her hand. “What’s it like, possessing a body? Is it like putting on a new shirt?” Teresa asked, still staring into Gabriel’s eyes. 

Gabriel mimics Teresa. Placing his hands on her cheek, his hands moved to her shoulders, then down to her waist. “One would think it was that simple, but no. It would take years for your kind to understand the process of possessing an earthly body. First, you see, I must ask for permission to enter. If a body is taken without consent, the soul becomes marked. It is marked forever. And forever a slave to that body, decaying and all. Once the body decomposes to its very last breath and bone, the soul turns to dust. Only the ones made from god’s hands can possess different bodies and not ask for permission.

Teresa reached up, wrapping her arms around Gabriel. “Kiss me.” She demanded. Gabriel does as she requested, still holding on to her hips. He pulled her closer to his body. Teresa could feel the warm heat coming radiating off of Gabriel. Raising light kisses on her lips, Teresa gave Gabriel the lead, allowing him to move her as needed. She wanted him, and she hated it. Gabriel pulled her naked breasts into his chest. She was letting out a soft moan as her arousal began to grow. Silk threads of wetness leaked out of her delicate pink folds. Gabriel reached for the sides of her lace panty, sliding them down to the ground. His hands stayed on Teresa’s body the whole time. Gabriel lifted his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. Teresa gazed down at his firm and masculine frame.

As Gabriel unbuttoned his pants, Teresa reached out and stopped him. Then Gabriel moved his hands out of the way so she could remove his pants. Teresa pulled the rest of his clothing off and threw them onto his shirt. Engorged and swollen as ever, Gabriel’s bulging cock stood at attention for Teresa. Presenting itself, willing to endure the torturous pleasure of her inner feminine pudendum. They both massaged each other sensually; Gabriel caressed her soft hips, underlining the ridges on Teresa’s pelvic bone. Finally, Gabriel took Teresa’s hand and led her to the bed. Gabriel placed two fingers together, and, with a swift motion, Teresa lifted in the air.

Teresa let Gabriel do as he wished to her. She was releasing all control, leaning her head back as she hovered in the air. Gabriel gently waved her thighs open, exposing her wet and juicy cunt. Gabriel blew lightly, and a cooling sensation hit Teresa’s pussy. The feeling traveled up her back, making Teresa arch her spine. A warm feeling surrounded Teresa like she had been wrapped in a blanket that just came out of the dryer. Her arousal heightened and became so willing that her eyes begged for his touch. For his tongue to explore her folds. Gabriel knew she was ready for him; his feelings were mutual. Gabriel kept Teresa in the air as he floated closer to her. They levitated, embracing each other with their tongues and lips pressed together.

Gabriels’ throbbing cock, rubbed the outside of Teresa’s opening wet feminine folds. Using the moisture for an elegant and easy way to grind up and down the outside of her warm, pulsating pudendum. The stimulation from his veined rod. ” Put it in!” Teresa begged. Pulling Gabriel closer enough, one inward motion from Gabriel and his cock would enter the warm silk cuff, sweet and tantalizing intimate folds. Gabriel softly pushed his cock inside of her. Gasping from the feeling of immense pleasure inside her abdomen. Unable to resist, she moved closer, so Gabriel’s cock went deeper inside her, Filling her. Gabriel grabbed one of Teresa’s breasts and began to lick and suck her pink supple nipple. Smacking noises vibrated into Teresa’s ears. She felt the pleasure building inside of her.

Wet and sloshing noises continued as Gabriel slammed his pulsating rod inside of her, over and over. Silk dripped out of her and down her inner thigh. Gabriel began to thrust harder inside, up and down, swirling thrust. Pushing her harder over the edge of torturous pleasure. Redness formed on Teresa’s cheeks as she erupted from the inside, releasing a flow of feminine ejaculation. Teresa’s legs shook uncontrollably as Gabriel kept pounding away as if he was drenching through forceful water from a river. Gabriel could feel he was getting closer; he didn’t realize he was gripping her hips until she signaled, she was hurting by tapping his hands to loosen his grip. Teresa let out a peal of giggling laughter. Teresa watched as this angelic being filled her with white sticky, milky fluid. A white light suddenly forms around them, and black wings stretch from Gabriel’s back. Teresa stared into the brightly lit eyes of the angelic piece of art, filling her pussy up. 

Black Wings expanded before her. She was surprised to have enjoyed the warmth dripping down and out of her pussy. They both floated around a white orb. He placed his arms around her, flipping her onto his chest. Wings lightly flapping, keeping them afloat. They both uttered the exact words at the same time. “Wow…” They said, laughing as they slowly closed their eyes, falling fast asleep in each other’s embrace.

road under cloudy sky
“Ominous dark clouds appeared overhead in hot spots. Hot spots are restricted zones. It was not like a usual storm cloud, but it sat in the sky, glowing.”

 

(No real humans were hurt, during the making of this)

 

 

Chapter ten- part three by Leilani Raven Katen 

 

 

 

 

Candance Evergreen 

 

 

The deranged undead surrounded our van, clawing at the windows and trying to get in. I couldn’t help but look at them, their eyes seemed hollow, and blood smeared the windows as they pressed their jaws to the glass. They coughed up blackened slime. I pulled out my phone and began to film them. I was scared, but I also was intrigued by it all.

Jeff looked for a way around the chaos spreading throughout downtown. Cars around us started to run into one another, and people on the streets began rioting—looting stores. A group of masked men with black hoodies designed with colored graphic animations of a blazing skull started to throw Molotov cocktails into a barbershop. A person standing behind the desk near the entrance caught on fire. He screamed in agony, crying out for help. Suddenly a delivery driver was attacked by an undead child. The decaying child chewed away at his arm as the delivery man tried to shake it off while holding on to the wheel of his moving truck, then crashed into a pharmacy building, causing the monstrous undead toddler to fly through the window and hit looters who were grabbing things from the shelves—breaking up the group, chewing on the cheek of a middle-aged man, searching through the canned goods nearest to the door. People screamed and scattered away, hiding behind the shelves. A woman swung her purse at the rotting toddler, who continued eating the man’s face. 

 

 As the delivery truck impacted the glass doors of the pharmacy, the man began to succumb to the bite. Black veins started growing from his arm, traveling to his head and filling his eyes with blackness. His bones broke from their joints like a rabid animal shaking. Hollow stare on his face. The sounds of his bones breaking, cracking loudly, and bent and curved. The disease moved through his body, taking his body over like a parasite. He began to hyperventilate. I watched as he tried to catch his breath. Suddenly he stopped. His body lay limp, with no sign of life. Black goo separated from the blood from his eye sockets seeped out. Then, finally, his lifeless eyes opened, and he jerked up, crouching in the truck, snapping at the air. The undead man, choking on his blood, growled loudly. He sniffed the air for his next prey. He stepped out of the delivery truck, and his footsteps stomped hard on the metal steps. A group of bikers attempted to bike to pass him and the other undead as fast as possible. With a mohawk helmet, one of the bikers ducked and swerved out of his way, but then he was cornered by a group of demonic slugs. They were the size of a medium dog. Their shells were black and spotted in blue and white specks. The slime trail they left was poisonous. The biker’s skin began to peel off his body as the snails started to eat away at his exposed legs. The other bikers heard his agonizing screams; they turned and were immediately swiped off the road by a minivan of a scared mother and her children. They screamed as they rammed their car into the bikers; a few got caught underneath the van. The bikes got under the minivan, and they continued to try to move forward, but the crushing of the bikes and screaming men blocked the wheels. A group of undead saw their chances and ran for the minivan. The mother and her children screamed as they clawed and smashed the windows.

 

Finally, we saw our opening; Jeff stepped aggressively down on the gas pedal, the van suddenly jerked forward, and then proceeded down the road to where we hoped to lead us to safety. I held on tightly to the armrests as Jeff avoided any undead. We Watched the fester spread throughout the streets. Charcoal-colored vines grew from the ground. Jeff avoided the growing vines as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, they began to grow too fast for him to dodge. Suddenly a massively tall, blackened tree bursts out of the ground, twenty feet in front of us. Jeff quickly pressed the brakes. He scanned the streets to see the next direction; the undead surrounded us again. They shook and pounded the van with their bodies. They broke their teeth as they slammed their mouths on the truck outside. There was an opening, but Jeff questioned whether the van would be able to fit but accept minor damages without getting stuck. “Hold on tight!” Jeff shouted at me. He backed up from the crowd of hungry cannibals. I held on as tightly as I could. I closed my eyes as Jeff pressed down on the gas pedal and drove into the gap opening of cars horizontally abandoned in the street. Jeff got the van into the space, stepping hard on the gas. The scrapping impact of the vehicles rang in our ears. Finally, he succeeded in getting it in. The cars in the way were pushed aside by the force of the van. Jeff then drives up the road, following the pointing signs in the direction of a safe zone outside the city.

 

 Arriving at the safe zone, I felt physically exhausted, but my mind was racing back and forth; I questioned how I would die and if I would be turned into one of those undead things running around. The safe zone was in the middle of the desert, just six hours outside the city. The roads were challenging to get through. We drove and only stopped if we needed gas. Unfortunately, our appetites weren’t there because of the cannibalistic threat chasing us.

 

The army base was enclosed in a shape of a box made of cement walls decorated with barbed wire, tall towers with armed guards stationed, and lines of armed soldiers, marching and training. They instructed us to leave the vehicles outside the base, so we handed our van keys to the soldier who stood by the entrance, grabbed our belongings, and headed inside. 

 

The drive to safety was long and devasting; no words in the dictionary could describe the disturbing things we saw. A look of shock stuck to Jeff’s face as he dodged undead fiends, slamming head-first into the sides and front of the can. Black-colored dust particles flooded the air. It wasn’t like the smoke from burning bodies. The smell of it was like, flowers.

 

Global warming was already an issue, but now this just added gasoline to the fire, and we were surely doomed now. Bodies were left lying on the side of the road, eaten to the bare bone, and scattered on the ground everywhere. 

 

The rest of the world’s reaction to the disease was unsurprisingly disappointing. The governmental groups designed to protect and serve us failed to contain the disease. Instead, infectious diseases took over. The undead wasn’t indestructible but destroying them didn’t stop the spread. Blue-spotted black mushrooms grew from the spots where their bodies landed. As soon as they hit the ground, smoke clouds appeared on the floor. Blackened spores filled the air. We weren’t allowed to leave the underground bunker. Only a few people, unexpectedly, were immune to the infection from the spores in the air—the ones who were immune didn’t turn into undead forms of themselves—that grotesquely ate each other. Long ropes of intestines hung from one of their mouths, and people screamed and ran from the scene.

 

It seemed as if even the army was becoming overwhelmed. Nevertheless, they were directing traffic and saving as many civilians as possible. Helicopters hovered around. They flew around, dropping down to rescue civilians led, if not infected, to gather at the landing zones. That was to ensure that all fliers were safe and secured safety zones guaranteed the containment of the disease. Then, closing the borders, the president bans all non and essential travel flights. Some folks amidst the first hour of the destruction and cannibalistic nature praised the shutdown.

 

In comparison, other politician activists and conspiracy theorists fought it—led by republican politicians and religious leadership groups who didn’t believe what was happening, who had not yet seen but a few clips of videos posted online by those who did see what was starting. Finally, the government shut down the Internet in the whole state. We were now completely cut off from the world. Some people went so crazy that they killed themselves because they couldn’t cope with the world ending. There were so many suicides the first month here. 

 

The destruction from the disease continued to travel through the state. If you weren’t in the safe zone, you were out fighting for your life. Avoiding demons and fuck up monsters from hell. I overheard the patrol team talking last week about what they saw. The demons were possessing people’s bodies, using them for unspeakable things. Janet, from group therapy, shared her story about how a demon possessed him; She caught him raping their dog, Coco. I can hear her crying in the bathroom sometimes.

 

Riots broke out. More were infected, and the undead soon took over the city. Los Angeles was a buffet for the undead and demonic creatures. No age or race was an exception. Most of the general public had turned into the undead, and the few selected turned into black-skinned animals; they scattered nesting grounds in tall buildings—hot spots. You could tell when eggs were hatching by how potent the smell of the decomposing bodies and the freshness of the recent deceased were; the fresher the kill indicated how the egg production stage was.

 

The younglings were using the sewage tunnels to get into safe zones. Unfortunately, too many casualties involved people getting their genitals bitten off by swarming black-bodied spiderlings; their bodies resembled a fairy and adding sharp needling teeth and red eyes made them terrifying. I hadn’t encountered one myself and saw it on the community log board last week. I was bored hearing my bunkmate talk about her conspiracy and ideas of how she would start a revolution. She is a small woman, maybe in her late 40s. She said she lost her husband to the undead. Greta explained in great detail how they ate through him like he was a piece of meat. Unfortunately, her accent didn’t match the Los Angeles scene. I wondered if she was on vacation; maybe she was a Texan.

 

Ominous dark clouds appeared overhead in hot spots. Hot spots are restricted zones. It was not like a usual storm cloud, but it sat in the sky, glowing. Thunder crackled out of the shadows as the air touched their cheeks, a crumbling sound from below their dragging feet. 

 

 

 

 

 

Adam

 

 

Adam stood at the top of the highest building, watching meat sacks eat each other. Starting the end was easy, like a snap of my fingers. But, with the witches distracted, he was confident his plans would be able to continue. The stench of ignorance was foul and distasteful. H hunger grew, and the urge to feast on their souls boiled in my veins. 

 

Adam thought back to the moment he left Eve. He was still surprised when she acted childish. Yet, Eve was a part of me. Adam joined her in eating the forbidden fruit, at which point they recognized their nakedness and wore fig leaves as covering. Immediately God recognized their transgression and proclaimed their punishments. For Eve, pain in childbirth and subordination to Adam, relegation to an accursed ground with which he must toil and sweat for his subsistence. With the help of the witches, Lilith went against God’s wishes, cursing him and Eve to live forever for his mistreatment of her. A portion of Adam felt a repulsive regret. Toward Eve—a need to shape her into what fills his needs. He was sure she would realize she was a threat to herself if she relived her time alone. She would learn her lesson and be less defiant. 

 

 Eve will always need help understanding the role I have accepted. If she only knew the sacrifices he had to make, he thought. “Ungrateful bitch. ” Adam thought, looking down, grinning at the chaos from down below. 

 

The satisfaction of watching the meat sacks eat each other made his cock hard. Adam began to imagine Eve’s breasts and what it felt like to have them in his mouth—tasting her in folds, warm silk threads between her burning thighs. He imagined the times Eve offered her mouth to him. Hours of no complaints. Gagging away at his throbbing cock. Adam broke away from his thoughts as Gabriel approached him from above.

 

” Starting the apocalypse, I see. Are you still mad at your maker? Eve isn’t here. You must be in a dry spell. Or you couldn’t control your other half. ” Gabriel said, floating down softly next to Adam. Gabriel knew what to say to get to Adam. Gabriel looked down and saw the chaos spreading across the streets. The screams echoed through the wind tunnels pushing up around where Adam and Gabriel stood ahead. 

 

“Don’t you have a human to fuck? But, of course, we all know of your addiction to these Hypocritical primates. I never knew one to eat and fuck his food.” Responds Adam, not amused.

 

Gabriel smiled, ” you haven’t changed. You think you’re better than them, but you are the same, same maker, same ignorance. Just add the eternal life curse. Isn’t that why Lilith has left you for the holy one? She seems to be happy. Although rumor is going around, they are very active. Also, I only taste great evil; Jack, the ripper, was my last meal.” Gabriel continued. ” Besides, you’re one to talk, given your taste for demonic whores from the dark abyss. Do their cunts taste of dirt? I am always curious about what those succubus sluts leave a foul taste on your tongue. He says, grinning at how easy it was to anger him. Gabriel observed the chaos from below.

 

Adam looked annoyed. His eyes glazed over with a solid black layer covering the white parts of his eyes. Black mist evaporated from the pockets of the meat suit he was wearing. Just as the moisture touches the ground, Black vines grow from the ground, spreading further onto the floor of the top of the building. Vibrant blue flowers had produced perfectly arranged around the vines, sowing into the cemented floor underneath Gabriel’s feet. He swiftly lifted himself in the air, avoiding contact. The vegetation wasn’t poisonous, but it did make his meat suit itchy. 

 

“Go away,” Adam commanded. But Gabriel didn’t move.

 

“Stop all of this and go back to your playthings. But we all know this won’t end well. It will not gain you a visit from God. He isn’t speaking to anyone, not even me. So, he must have a plan he’s conjuring up. I like to have my daily fun of destruction, but I never thought you’d want to do this. It isn’t like you to want trouble from above.” Gabriel says, crossing his arms and looking at Adam. Gabriel wondered if Teresa was okay. He left her at her apartment when the sirens went off. The infection hadn’t gotten to her place yet.

 

” We aren’t close enough to have a deep conversation, so fuck off. I’m busy.” Adam says, disappearing into thin air.

 

 

To be continued.

 

 

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