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[libby-for-life]

A scene from chapter 13 of Adam Dies. Adam keeps having negative thoughts about himself and bringing himself down so Lucifer decides to tell him differently.

This is not supposed to be sexual. This is Lucifer trying to help Adam through a book that Charlie (through Angel Dust) gave him. Adam is so used to following orders without question and being forced to do things he doesn't want to that he can only do things if it's given as an order. Otherwise he spirals.

The book was basically about how to Dominate someone the right way and there was a chapter on how to do it in a non-sexual way. The art depicted is done by @breedtheseed and they are so talented!

Adam seems to be happier and no longer looking down on himself.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Okay, so what would everyone think about an Adamsapple Coraline Au?

I've talked a bit about this with @breedtheseed and this is my take on it.

So Adam and Lucifer are dating and are having issues (they are minor but for Adam it's like glaring huge) Lucifer is just trying to help him.

One day, he gets this doll that looks like him in the mail and he's like 'The fuck?' But he keeps it thinking it's from some twisted fan in Hell who is obsessed with the first humans.

Eventually, Adam finds the small door in the hotel and goes in and the other side is similar to heaven, color wise.

He meets the other Lucifer, who has buttons for eyes and is in angel form. Everyone is in angel form. They treat him the way he wants to be treated, waited on hand and foot.

This Lucifer hangs off his every word, giving him anything he wants when he wants it. Telling him everything he wants to hear.

And Adam loves it. So he keeps going back.

Everything is great until the third night.

"You're not sewing buttons in my fucking eyes! Are you insane!?" Adam shirked as he backed away from the kitchen table.

"Oh, but we need a yes if you want to stay here my sweet.~ If it's because they're black you can choose any color you like! Maybe red? Or green? Silver? Or maybe, you'd prefer solid gold ones, to match your existing eyes." The other Lucifer purred holding up a needle.

"I don't want them, period end of fucking sentence." Adam growled, he needed to go home back to his Lucifer. He needed a way out, now! "You know, it's pretty late. I think I'll just go to bed."

"But you haven't touched your dinner!"

"That's okay! I'm really very fucking tired, so, I'll just head to bed." With that being said, Adam took off to where he knew the door was.

So how was that? Should I do something with this???

[rainforestakiie]

AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Master and Pet~

i really love this one. it is so cute. it is inspired by the wonderful art of breedtheseed or @sir-tater-of-the-tot. this is an cult of the lamb small au but adam's another lamb ~

@adamsappleweek

In a world cloaked in shadows, a dark tale unfurled, whispered on the wind like a haunting melody. The gentle lambs, once symbols of innocence, were now hunted mercilessly. Rumors slithered through the air like smoke, speaking of a creature born from the depths of despair—a lamb of hell, brandishing hellfire, with blood-red eyes that glowed like embers in the night. Its demonic hisses and growls sent shivers down the spines of all who dared to listen. The bishops and their lords, fearful of this unholy apparition, dispatched their teams, relentless in their pursuit to capture the lamb and drag it back for sacrifice.

Amidst this turmoil, young Adam was born into a world of darkness. His parents, upon seeing him for the first time, were seized by a chilling shock. Tiny and fragile, he was wrapped in a shroud of black wool, his large green eyes gleaming with an unsettling curiosity. In a world where fear ruled, they knew that the bishops’ gaze could fall upon him at any moment. Desperate to shield their child from the impending doom, they hid him away, their hearts heavy with dread. When he learned to walk, they abandoned him, urging him to remain concealed, whispering warnings as they faded into the shadows.

Yet, even as they left, a part of Adam felt a bittersweet relief. It was during one of his solitary moments, nestled within the dense expanse of a field of vibrant red camellias, that he overheard a small band of hunters trudging through the thick blossoms. Adam dropped low, his tiny form melding effortlessly into the ground, his midnight-black wool a perfect disguise against the earth. As the hunters spoke, their voices trembled with a mixture of fear and fascination. They mentioned a white-as-snow lamb, a creature that had already slain one bishop, driving the remaining three into a frenzy of desperation.

Joy surged within Adam, nearly bringing him to tears. He wasn’t the lamb of prophecy; he was just another forgotten soul among many, a mere shadow in a world of light. And in that thought, he found solace. He preferred being a nobody, away from the wrath of the bishops.

Once the hunters’ voices faded into the distance, Adam lifted his head, shaking his fluffy black ears, which flopped like those of a bunny, framing his gentle face. He was peculiar in his appearance, but he cherished this uniqueness. Clad in a simple black poncho, he found comfort in its familiarity, knowing it cloaked him from prying eyes.

The field of camellias was his sanctuary, a realm where he could lose himself in the sea of crimson blooms that swayed gently in the breeze. Each blossom was a reminder of life, vibrant and resilient, yet each held a deeper secret. Adam had learned to use the petals for healing, crafting poultices from their velvety softness to mend his wounds and soothe his scrapes. The rich scent enveloped him like a protective embrace, grounding him in his solitude.

In his endless days among the flowers, Adam revelled in the beauty of their presence. He fashioned camellia crowns to adorn his head, their brilliant red a stark contrast against his dark wool, creating a sense of belonging in a world that sought to cast him out. He wove camellia chains, delicate strands that danced around his small form, each bloom a testament to his fleeting existence. They became his companions, vibrant reminders of a world filled with colour amidst the grim shadows lurking just beyond the field’s edges.

In this sanctuary of red, Adam felt an unspoken bond with the blossoms. When the wind rustled through the tall stems, he believed they whispered secrets meant only for him, tales of hope and despair, of love and loss. It was here, amongst the camellia fields, that he felt truly alive hidden from the world’s cruelty, cradled in the gentle embrace of nature’s beauty.

Yet, as the sun dipped low, casting elongated shadows across the field, an unsettling tension lingered in the air. The distant echoes of the hunters reminded Adam of the ever-looming threat that hung over him like a storm cloud. Each rustle in the underbrush sent his heart racing, but he clung to the hope that perhaps he would remain unnoticed, just another shadow in a world desperate to forget him.

And so, he waited, nestled among the blossoms, longing for the day when he could emerge from the shadows, not as the hunted, but as something greater, a soul who could finally claim his place in the world, beyond the reach of those who sought to extinguish his light.

Adam sighed deeply, stretching his stubby legs out with a small, satisfied grunt. For a lamb, he was quite short, it was true—but he was thickly built, with a round, fluffy body that made him look like a black puffball that had rolled off the edge of midnight itself. Still, despite his bulk, Adam had mastered the art of hiding. He rose to his full, modest height, stretching his arms out as he let the warm summer breeze of Darkwood wash over him, stirring the dense field of red camellias. Their sweet, heady fragrance filled the air, a scent that Adam loved so dearly it felt like home.

A low chuckle escaped him as he adjusted his black cloak, lined carefully with camellias he’d picked and tied himself. One especially full blossom sat proudly on his chest, fastened by a thick red ribbon tied into a neat bow at the back of his neck. With the cloak pulled around his head, Adam looked more like a camellia bush than a lamb, which he counted on in moments when stealth was essential.

With light steps, he wandered through the camellia field, his gaze soft as he inspected each bloom, noting which were in full, brilliant health and which needed a bit of his gentle care. He knew this field like the back of his hoof and tended to it as though it were a beloved friend, nurturing the blossoms and making sure they grew strong and tall. Adam felt like he belonged here, hidden away among the rich red blooms.

But then, just as he knelt down to admire a particularly beautiful flower, the sharp sound of metal clashing on metal cut through the field, causing him to jump. He whirled in the direction the hunters had gone, his heart pounding, and held his small hooves close to his chest. The noise was chaotic, each clang and shout hinting at a fierce struggle. Adam rocked on his hooves, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, wondering if he should sink back into the blossoms and wait for it all to pass. But then, as quickly as it began, the noise ceased. Silence fell, cold and unsettling, as though the whole forest had held its breath.

A painful whimper echoed through the stillness, faint but filled with such raw anguish that it made Adam shiver. He tried to ignore it, willing himself to focus on the flowers, but each laboured groan tugged at his heart, tearing his resolve. He knew he should hide, knew he was safer nestled in his field of red, but something in the sound wouldn’t let him rest. Taking a shaky breath, he steeled himself and crept toward the direction of the sounds.

He reached the edge of the camellia field, hugging the rough bark of a Darkwood tree as he peeked around it. His breath caught in his throat at the scene before him: the area looked like a battlefield, with stones scattered, grass slashed to pieces, and broken branches littered everywhere. Dust hung in the air, thick and grim, marking where the hunters had fallen. Adam’s heart pounded, realizing that the strange piles of dust were all that remained of them.

But in the center of the chaos stood a figure that stole his breath entirely. A small, snow-white lamb struggled to stand, his coat as pure as untouched snow, yet stained with grime and flecks of red. The lamb wore a striking red cloak, with a tiny bell on his chest that jingled softly as he tried to find his balance. Adam’s eyes went wide. Could this be the lamb of prophecy? The one said to wield flames and bring ruin to the bishops? Had this white lamb really defeated all those hunters on his own?

Adam’s heart leapt as he watched the lamb stumble forward, hooves shaking before he collapsed to his knees, utterly spent. With a final, exhausted sigh, he sank to the ground, too weak to rise again. Adam glanced around, fear flashing in his emerald eyes. He knew he should run back, escape to the safety of the camellias and let this lamb—prophecy or not—fade away. But just as he took a step to retreat, he froze at the sound of a distant hiss, one that sent chills down his spine. Chaser worms, drawn by the scent of battle, slithered into the area, their dark, coiling forms advancing hungrily toward the fallen lamb.

Adam clenched his jaw, his wool paling with terror. He hated the creatures of Darkwood, and the chaser worms were especially dreadful, with their long bodies and keen, unerring sense of smell. His eyes darted anxiously around, hoping the white lamb would rise and flee. But the lamb didn’t stir, lying prone in the middle of the carnage, a fragile figure in a sea of violence.

Another whimper broke the air, soft and pained, and Adam’s resolve crumbled. He couldn’t leave him. Drawing in a deep breath, he gathered his courage, bolting forward in a swift dash across the torn battlefield. He slid to the lamb’s side, flaring his cloak outward to mask them both in a sea of red. Huddling close, he pressed himself against the white lamb, praying the chaser worms would mistake them for a harmless patch of camellias.

Adam held his breath as one of the worms approached, its snout only inches from his face. He bit down his fear as it sniffed curiously at the red camellia he’d carefully tied by his cheek. A sneeze exploded from the worm, and it recoiled, twisting back to slink away with the others as they retreated, disappointed by the lack of fresh prey.

Only when the last worm disappeared into the depths of Darkwood did Adam allow himself to breathe. He flung the cloak back, his heart racing as he turned to inspect the lamb at his side. His stomach dropped when he finally took in the lamb’s condition. The poor creature’s face was swollen, smeared with blood, his once-bright coat marred with scratches and bruises. Adam pressed a hoof to his mouth, stifling a gasp.

“Oh… oh no,” he murmured, glancing desperately toward the camellia field. The lamb was in bad shape, barely clinging to consciousness, and if he didn’t tend to him soon, he wouldn’t last the hour.

With a steely determination, Adam shuffled around, sliding his hooves under the lamb’s arms to drag him back toward the safety of the flowers. He moved as quickly as his small frame allowed, pulling the lamb through the tangle of blossoms until they were nestled in the heart of the camellia field. Surrounded by his beloved blooms, Adam felt a surge of comfort.

Adam’s hooves trembled as he gently placed a cluster of freshly plucked camellia blossoms by the injured lamb’s side. He’d always known the flowers held powerful healing properties, and he worked with careful reverence, feeling the softness of each petal as he pressed them lightly to the lamb’s wounds. Next, he unrolled one of his handmade bandages, wrapping it snugly around the lamb’s head, securing it with a knot at the nape of his neck. Adam couldn’t help but pause when he noticed the faint blush of pink and red across the lamb’s cheeks. At first, he thought it might be from bruising, but when he brushed the soft wool, he realized that the hues were natural, an enchanting blend unique to the lamb.

“Whoa…” he murmured under his breath, eyes wide with wonder.

Once the bandages were in place and the flowers had been arranged to maximize their healing power, Adam sat back, a weight settling on him as he stared at the slumbering lamb. Now, it was just a matter of time—if this was indeed the prophesied lamb, he would need all his strength to pull through.

As Adam watched him, curiosity bloomed within him. Could this truly be the lamb from the prophecy, the one powerful enough to have defeated Bishop Leshy? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. To take down an entire team of hunters and stand against the bishops was something only legends spoke of. Adam tilted his head thoughtfully; this lamb must possess extraordinary strength. What a sight that must’ve been.

Eventually, the sky darkened, and the moon rose high, casting its silver glow over the red camellia field. Exhausted from the day’s harrowing events, Adam dozed off, his chin nestled against his black wool as he drifted into a fitful sleep, completely unaware of the white lamb beginning to stir beside him.

The injured lamb’s bright blue eyes fluttered open, wincing at the faint ache that throbbed through his body. He took a shaky breath, his gaze moving to the bandages covering his wounds and the gentle arrangement of camellias placed thoughtfully around him. A sense of surprise washed over him, and he glanced around the moonlit field, his eyes soon landing on the figure of a small, black lamb curled up nearby.

His breath caught. Another lamb.

Another one of his kind, alive, after he’d long believed himself to be the last. The bishops had killed so many, wiped out his entire flock, leaving him to wander in solitude. He thought he was destined to walk this path alone, the last of his kin. Yet here, in this field of red, a single dark lamb lay sleeping, unafraid and blissfully unaware of his stare.

A strange warmth bloomed in the white lamb’s chest, a sensation he hadn’t felt in so long—hope, and perhaps even a flicker of joy. The loneliness that had gnawed at him, the weight of knowing his kin were gone, softened, if only for a moment. He continued to watch Adam, his glassy blue eyes wide and captivated, the feeling of connection washing over him like a cool breeze.

The lamb reached out instinctively, his hoof brushing lightly against the camellia blossoms that Adam had so carefully arranged. A quiet sense of gratitude filled him.

Adam’s stomach grumbled, the noise cutting through the dawn’s quiet, making him sigh and stretch his legs as the memory of the injured lamb returned. He quickly turned to check on him but found only the gentle blooms of camellias where the white lamb had been. Disappointment weighed heavily in his chest. Had the lamb not made it through the night? Had he done something wrong with the flowers, or missed a wound?

Just then, a small pile of glistening berries fell next to him, startling him as he squealed and jumped back. He looked up to find the white lamb standing above him, grinning with a mouth full of sharp, glinting teeth.

“Hi!” the lamb chimed, his voice bright and lively. “Thank you so much for helping me last night! I really appreciate it!”

Adam blinked, stunned, and nodded as bewilderment rolled over him. The lamb’s grin widened as his gaze dropped to Adam’s rumbling stomach. “You must be hungry! Go ahead; I gathered these berries just for you as a thank you!”

Unsure, Adam glanced up at the lamb, then back at the berries. The lamb nodded encouragingly, gesturing for him to eat. Adam hesitantly took a berry, biting into it slowly, savoring the sweetness as his hunger took over. The white lamb sat down beside him, eagerly munching on the berries, his cheerful eyes catching Adam’s each time he looked over, a smile never leaving his face.

“Um…” Adam mumbled after a while, nervously wiping his hooves on his wool and climbing to his feet, shuffling back. “Thanks for breakfast, um, I…”

The white lamb leapt to his feet too, matching Adam’s movement. “My name is Lucifer!”

“Oh, um…” Adam’s voice trailed off, his eyes meeting Lucifer’s bright blue ones. “My name is Adam.”

“Adam!” Lucifer repeated, grinning as though savoring the sound. “Are you alone out here, Adam? I’ve never seen another lamb before! I thought I was the only one left.”

Adam tried to edge back toward the carnation field, but Lucifer’s stream of questions kept him rooted. “Why were you out here? Have you always lived in Darkwood? How did you know how to use the camellias?”

Adam shuffled his hooves uncomfortably, his gaze darting between the camellias and the path back to his field. “Look, um… Is there something you want from me? I don’t have anything worth much, only some camellias… if they even count.”

Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with a strange, excited glint as he took a step forward, gripping Adam’s hooves. “Yes! That’s exactly what I want!”

Adam frowned, confused. “My… camellias?”

Lucifer nodded, though he seemed to struggle to find the words. “Well, yes! Or, well, not just the flowers… you! Your skills!”

Adam’s brows knit together as he stared blankly at Lucifer, who puffed out his cheeks in frustration, clearly anxious.

“I need your help,” Lucifer blurted out. “I can’t seem to figure out how to use the camellias to save my followers. They’re sick, and they’re only getting worse. I came here to gather more camellias, but I found you instead! This must mean something!”

Adam shifted, unease bubbling within him as he watched Lucifer’s pleading eyes. He tried to step back, his instincts telling him to slip away to the safety of his flowers. But Lucifer clasped his hooves tighter, his bright blue eyes large and glistening, practically begging him.

“Please, Adam,” Lucifer murmured, his voice softening. “My cult needs help, and I don’t know how to save them. I don’t have anyone else who can.”

Adam’s resistance wavered as he took in the lamb’s desperate expression. After a long pause, he finally sighed. “Alright… I’ll help you.”

Lucifer’s face split into a wide grin, lighting up with gratitude. “You will?! Thank you so much! Hold onto me, okay?”

“W-wait,” Adam stammered as the ground beneath them began to glow with an eerie red light. “What’s going on?”

Lucifer wrapped his hooves tightly around Adam’s middle, his gaze warm as he looked up. “I had to hide my cult deep, far from the bishops’ sight! Hang on—this is the fastest way back!”

Before Adam could react, red and black light erupted around them, bathing the Darkwood in a glow that pulsed and shimmered. The world blurred, twisting around him as his heart raced, leaving him breathless, with only Lucifer’s grip grounding him.

The world settled, and Adam found himself standing in the middle of an eerie clearing, the cult’s sanctuary. Scattered remnants of banners and humble offerings marked the area, faded and worn, surrounded by twisted trees that swayed with ghostly whispers. In the centre stood a carved lamb statue, red paint—or was it something else?—dripping down its stone face. The place felt hollow, its silence thick and foreboding, and Adam felt his heart sink. Only a few figures were present, hunched over on tattered sleeping bags made from dried leaves and grass, each one pale and barely able to move. He could see their fur matted, breathing laboured, each one struggling as though even that were a burden.

Adam gasped as Lucifer spun him around, his face etched with worry. “Can you help them?” he asked, looking up at Adam with desperate, pleading eyes.

Adam glanced at the sick cult members, then back at Lucifer, uncertainty knitting his brows. “I—I don’t know. But… I can try.”

Lucifer’s eyes lit up with hope, and he quickly grabbed Adam’s hooves, leading him to the frail figures who lay groaning softly. Lucifer eagerly unpacked the camellias he’d gathered, petals scattering as he handed them to Adam. “What else do you need?” he asked, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Adam examined the camellias, their rich red colour vibrant even in the dreary surroundings. He’d worked with them countless times, but never on creatures this sick.

“Alright,” he muttered to himself, reaching for one of his pouches. “I’ll need to make a paste to cool their fevers.”

With practiced movements, Adam plucked petals and ground them between his hooves, adding water from a small bowl Lucifer had fetched, until a thick, fragrant paste began to form. He worked quickly, blending the camellias until he had enough, and then turned to the nearest sick creature, a shivering rabbit whose fur clung to her skin. Gently, he smoothed the cooling camellia paste across her forehead, then onto the others, one by one, careful with every stroke of his hoof.

“Keep the water coming,” Adam murmured, and Lucifer hurried to refill the bowl, his blue eyes never leaving Adam’s face as he worked.

Lucifer’s followers moaned as the cooling paste soothed their fevered brows. Adam checked each of their breathing, applying more of the camellia paste wherever he found hot, swollen patches. The herbs alone might not be enough, he knew, but they could ease the pain and buy the followers precious time. Every now and then, he’d glance at Lucifer, who did as he was told without question, his usual lively nature replaced by a quiet, focused resolve.

Time passed in a blur, the two of them moving from one follower to the next, changing the compresses and keeping the camellia paste fresh, making sure each of them had sips of water to drink. Finally, as the last bandage was set, Adam slumped back against the lamb statue in the middle, his hooves aching from all the kneeling and mixing. He let out a heavy breath, stretching his tired legs with a small wince.

“That’s all I can do,” he said, his voice weary but hopeful. “It’s up to them now if they want to survive.”

Lucifer sank down beside him, a worried hum slipping from his lips as he gazed at his followers, each face etched with gratitude. Adam noticed the tender way Lucifer looked at them, his eyes filled with genuine care and a fierce protectiveness that belied his often carefree, mischievous demeanour.

“You really care for them, don’t you?” Adam murmured, glancing at Lucifer from the corner of his eye.

Lucifer nodded, his expression softening. “They’re all I have. And now… I have you, too.”

“Oh… um…” Adam stammered, feeling a warmth creep up his cheeks. He wasn’t used to such direct attention, and Lucifer’s bright, pleading eyes made his heart skip in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

“You will stay, won’t you?” Lucifer asked, voice barely above a whisper, his wide blue eyes gleaming with a softness that made Adam look away.

“Please say you’ll stay.” There was a quiet desperation in his tone, a vulnerability Adam hadn’t seen in the little lamb before.

Adam fumbled with the edge of his cloak, smoothing the petals of the camellia flowers stitched along the hem.

“I—I don’t know… I mean, this isn’t really my place,” he mumbled, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. His life was simple, quiet, spent among his beloved camellias, and he couldn’t imagine fitting into something as foreign as Lucifer’s cult.

Lucifer scooted closer, his hooves reaching out to rest gently on Adam’s.

“You’re exactly what we need, Adam,” he said, his voice filled with earnest warmth.

“We’re a small family here, but we’re all that’s left of… well, us.” He gestured to the sparse gathering of sick followers, who now lay resting peacefully. “They need you. And… I need you.”

Adam’s heart raced, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside him. He’d never been needed, not really. He’d lived in the shadows, hidden among the tall flowers, content to let the world pass by. But here, with Lucifer’s hopeful gaze fixed on him, the weight of being truly seen and wanted settled on him like a warm, heavy blanket.

“I… I suppose I could stay a little while,” he murmured, finally looking up to meet Lucifer’s eyes. “Just until everyone’s healed.”

Lucifer’s face lit up with pure joy, his whole body practically vibrating with excitement.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he cheered, throwing his hooves around Adam in a tight hug. “You won’t regret this, I promise! I’ll make sure of it!”

Adam’s initial shock melted, and he found himself smiling shyly as he returned the hug, his woolly cheek brushing against Lucifer’s soft fur. For the first time, he felt something in his heart that he hadn’t felt before—a quiet sense of belonging.

Adam’s quiet agreement to “a little while” had turned into something far more permanent without him even noticing. As the seasons shifted, his initial intentions to leave faded, wrapped up in the pulse of the cult’s vibrant life. Lucifer may have been the cult leader, the one who called the shots, but he listened to Adam’s every suggestion, even turning to him for advice.

The first big project Adam suggested was setting up farmland.

 “If you plant the berry seeds you collect from Darkwood, you can have a steady source of food,” he had explained, a bit hesitant. “And… well, camellia seeds, too. You’d always have a supply for healing.”

Lucifer’s eyes had sparkled with interest at the idea, nodding intently, and then he’d disappeared for an entire week. When he returned, he came back with hundreds of different seeds, most of which Adam had never seen before. Adam stared in amazement, organizing them into tidy rows and sorting them with care. Lucifer beamed beside him, thrilled at the look of awe on Adam’s face.

What began as a small gathering of lambs and a few followers soon blossomed into a thriving cult. The once-empty clearing was filled with new faces, all working together to transform the barren land. Trees were felled to build shelters, stone was chiselled into strong walls and ornate altars, and a tiny garden flourished, its soil rich with the seeds Lucifer had brought back. A simple chapel rose from the ground, built by hand and heart, where followers gathered to worship in hushed reverence, casting glances of gratitude in Adam’s direction as they admired the fields of camellias and berries.

At Adam’s suggestion, sleeping bags were traded for sturdier huts, cozy and welcoming, each one decorated with little personal touches the followers had added. It felt like a real home, and Adam found himself wrapped up in it all, hardly noticing as the days slipped by. Seasons passed in a blur of peaceful, busy days, and one evening, a thought stirred in his mind—a flicker of the life he’d left behind in the Darkwood.

Sensing his distant expression, Lucifer leaned gently against his side, his fluffy warmth soothing Adam’s restless thoughts.

“You know,” Lucifer murmured, “You don’t have to leave. You can stay… with us. With me.” His voice was soft, his words lingering in the quiet evening air.

Adam’s heart fluttered as he glanced out at the cult grounds, watching his friends busily tending to their tasks and murmuring their daily devotions at the statue in the centre.

"I don’t know…” he began, his voice trailing off as he looked back down at Lucifer.

But Lucifer only leaned closer, nestling into Adam’s wool as he whispered, “I’d really like you to stay with me, you know.”

Adam’s cheeks flared with heat, his green eyes widening as he stammered, “M-master, you… you shouldn’t speak like that,” he mumbled, barely able to meet Lucifer’s gaze. “Everyone will get jealous… they’ll accuse you of… of favouritism…”

Lucifer laughed, his bright blue eyes crinkling as he gave Adam a gentle nudge.

“Let them,” he said, smiling softly. “I want you here, Adam. No one could replace you.”

Adam swallowed, feeling his resolve weaken, wrapped up in Lucifer’s warm gaze and his own blossoming feelings.

“Addie~” Lucifer whispered sweetly. “Before you make up your mind, come to my tent tonight. Let me give you a reason to stay.”

Adam’s heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushing under his wool as Lucifer’s words lingered in the air. The gentle teasing, the warmth in his voice—it all stirred a feeling in him he wasn’t used to, something he didn’t quite know what to make of.

"W-What do you mean by that?” he managed to stammer, unsure if he truly wanted the answer.

Lucifer only gave him a mischievous, innocent smile, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“You’ll have to come and find out.” His eyes held a spark, as if he enjoyed watching Adam squirm.

Just then, a voice called from deeper within the camp.

“Master! Master, we need your assistance!” Another follower waved from the makeshift altar near the centre, where they seemed to be struggling with a stack of supplies.

With a cheerful grin, Lucifer waved back.

 “Comin~” he chimed, though his gaze didn’t waver from Adam’s. Just as he started walking away, he paused and looked back over his shoulder, his blue eyes half-lidded and glinting darkly.

“Trust me, Addie,” he purred, “you don’t want to miss it~”

Adam’s pulse thundered in his ears as he watched Lucifer stroll away, leaving him with thoughts that only seemed to tangle and grow more confusing. The whispers of the Darkwood seemed to carry Lucifer’s words back to him, playful and haunting. Taking a shaky breath, Adam sat back against the lamb statue, his mind spinning as he considered the invitation.

Adam was beside himself, his nerves reaching a new level. It was difficult to focus on his duties, tending to the camellia flower bed, cooking for everyone and tending to the folk that was feeling under the weather or hurt. Until finally the moon was raising, and everyone was retiring to their camellia hunts. Adam stood on the edge, swaying slowly as he debated just going to his own hut or moving towards lucifer's tent. His face grows warm again as lucifer's words echoed through his head.

He whimpered and glanced towards the tent framed with camellias and was most a rich red in colour. Breathing in deeply, Adam moved towards it, his heart beginning thump.

“M-Master?” he called anxiously, pushing the thick fabric of red aside and peeking inside.

At first, he didn't see Lucifer, just a massive pile of cushions and feathers. He nervously stood on the outside, wondering if he should really enter or not? Just as he was debating this, hooves grabbed his and he was playfully pulled into the tent.

“Why are you hiding out there?” Lucifer purred, pulling Adam close, “I told you come inside, didn't I?”

Adam gasped shyly, “M-Master, i didn’t want to be disrespectful.”

Lucifer gazed him warmly, leading him towards the pile of cushions and pushed him so he was sitting, “Oh Addie, you're so cute. it's not disrespectful. I invited you, remember?”

Opening and shutting his mouth, Adam nodded, “I guess you did Master.”

Beaming brightly, Lucifer placed his hooves onto his hips, “Now, Addie, I asked you here because I want to play a game with you.”

“A game?” Adam blinked up at him.

Dropping to his knees before the black lamb, Lucifer smiled so warmly, so lovingly at Adam, “I wish to play a game with you Addie. A special game.”

He reached his hooves out, touching Adams, “For this evening, you will be the Master and I shall be your pet.”

What?

Adam stared and stared…and stared. He waited and waited. He thought this must be a joke. A prank. Something, because surely Lucifer was not serious.  However, Lucifer did nothing but gaze up at Adam seriously.

“You what?!” Adam finally exclaimed in disbelief, “Mo master! no, no, you're the Master! Your the cult leader, I’m - I’m a nobody!”

Shaking his head with a frown, Lucifer leant forward, “Oh Addie. You’re not nobody. You're special. You're important to me and I want to show you how much I trust you.”

“I want too…” Lucifer whispered, nuzzling his face up to Adams, “I wish to show you how much I need you. How much I trust you.”

Adam’s breath hitched as Lucifer leaned close, his touch soft but sending a shiver down his spine. Lucifer’s warm, velvety nose brushed against his cheek, and Adam could feel his heart racing in a way he’d never felt before. The dim, flickering light from the candles scattered around the tent cast an inviting glow over Lucifer’s face, highlighting the gentle smile that didn’t falter as he gazed at him.

“You’re special, Addie,” Lucifer murmured again, his voice warm and slow, each word carefully chosen, “and I want you to see that. I trust you to take care of me… even just for tonight.”

Adam’s heart thundered, his mind lost in the entangling mix of admiration and unease as Lucifer’s warm voice pulled him closer, breaking through his nervous hesitation.

“B-but... I mean, I’m just…” he faltered, his voice barely above a whisper.

His cheeks burned fiercely, and his gaze dropped, only to be drawn back by Lucifer’s gentle touch, his hooves guiding Adam’s chin to meet his gaze once more. Those deep, oceanic blue eyes held him, unwavering and softened with something tender, something almost vulnerable.

“Just tonight, Addie,” Lucifer’s voice was a low murmur, his tone intimate yet steeped with a hint of mystery. “Just us. No titles—no labels.”

 As he settled beside Adam, their wool brushing softly together, Lucifer reached out, guiding Adam’s hoof to his cheek, where he leaned into it with an unguarded warmth that was nearly disarming. The intensity in his gaze softened but remained piercing, as though unravelling the thoughts Adam tried so hard to keep hidden.

The cool night air filled the tent, but Adam felt anything but cold. He shivered at the sensation of his hoof gliding down Lucifer’s cheek, every touch slow and uncertain, but with each passing moment, he felt steadier. Lucifer’s hand pressed over his, anchoring him, that familiar smile still lingering on his face—only tonight, it held a new edge, a shadowed softness that made Adam’s heartbeat just a little faster.

Lucifer’s voice, thick with allure, broke the silence.

“Tonight, you lead,” he whispered, a glimmer of vulnerability slipping through as he looked at Adam, eyes half-lidded and waiting. “Let me feel the kindness you’ve shown everyone else.”

A strange, tender resolve blossomed in Adam’s chest, and his anxiety softened as he nodded, tracing his hoof lightly down Lucifer’s wool-covered shoulder, feeling each delicate fibre beneath his touch. Lucifer’s breaths slowed, his eyes closing as he leaned into each touch, the stillness between them electric with unspoken emotion.

Adam’s voice was barely a murmur, the words like a breeze. “Then… if that’s what you truly want, we’ll make tonight ours.”

The warmth in Lucifer’s gaze darkened, his blue eyes glinting under the moonlight as he brought Adam’s hand to his lips, brushing them in a gesture filled with reverence.

A softness melted his expression as he whispered, “Master,” the word slipping out like a secret, barely audible, yet heavy with meaning.

“You… are beautiful.”

A shiver raced down Adam’s spine at the name, his cheeks flaming as he stammered, “M-Master? I—”

“Ah, ah,” Lucifer laughed, shaking his head as he raised a hoof in gentle reproach, the humour in his voice laced with something deeper. “No, not tonight, Addie. Call me ‘pet not Master~”

Adam’s breath caught in his throat, heart pounding. He could hardly bear to meet Lucifer’s eyes, the words catching in his throat as he whispered shyly, “Um, p-pet…”

“Nooooo~” Lucifer continued, “My Pet.”

“M-My Pet…” Adam gulped as Lucifer smiled at him again, “My – My Pet, um…I…”

Lucifer’s face softened, a pleased smile growing as he caressed Adam’s wool, his touch lingering in a way that was almost reverent.

“And to be here, like this, with someone like you… you are truly remarkable, Master,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a warmth Adam had never quite heard before. Lucifer’s hoof traced patterns across Adam’s wool, whispering, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful as you, Master. Like the midnight sky… endless, soft, yet mysterious.”

Adam closed his eyes, his breath trembling as he took in the words, a feeling of warmth and wonder filling his heart, weaving between them in the quiet of the night.

Adam could barely manage the words as he lowered his gaze, cheeks pink.

“M-My pet…” he murmured, his voice a soft whisper. The title felt strange and delicate, yet warm on his tongue, as if it held a power he hadn’t known before. “You’re – you’re too kind…”

Lucifer’s eyes softened, his smile tender as he leaned closer, his gaze filled with unspoken affection.

“Master,” he replied gently, letting the word fall like a quiet promise. He reached up to twine a hoof through Adam’s dark wool, marvelling at its softness. “You’re everything to this cult, Master. I don’t know what we would have done without you.”

Adam’s heart fluttered, a shy smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“I just… I just did what I could,” he stammered, looking away. But Lucifer’s gaze stayed fixed on him, unwavering.

“Oh, but you did so much more than that.” Lucifer’s hoof traced a gentle line through Adam’s wool, his expression filled with admiration. “You’ve given us life, Master. The crops, our food... everything grows here because of you. Without you, we wouldn’t be able to harvest the berries or vegetables you’ve taught us to grow. Every bite we eat, every meal we share, is because of you.”

Adam shifted, feeling his cheeks flush even deeper.

“I just thought… I thought it would help,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

Lucifer chuckled, his eyes shining as he leaned in close. “And you were right. You didn’t just help—you made this place a home. I see you at the cooking pot, making sure everyone’s well-fed. The way you sing to yourself while you cook… it’s like you’re adding love into every meal.”

He smiled wider, a fondness glowing in his expression. “The little ones in the cult adore you for it. They tell me they feel better, like you’re bringing them light.”

Adam’s heart raced, and he turned his face away, feeling bashful.

“I… didn’t know they felt that way. I just want to make sure everyone’s taken care of,” he whispered, his voice shy.

Lucifer pulled him back gently, resting a hoof on his shoulder. “Exactly. That’s what makes you special. You look after everyone, no matter what they believe or where they come from. You welcome them all, even those who come here a little lost or uncertain.”

His voice softened. “Without you, we would have lost our way.”

Adam tried to protest, his voice flustered. “I didn’t do that much, honestly…”

But Lucifer shook his head, leaning even closer. “Yes, you did, Master. You’re the heart of us all.”

His hoof traced over Adam’s wool once more, a quiet admiration shining in his eyes. “I’m so grateful to have found you out there in the Darkwood. Without you, this place wouldn’t be the same. I wouldn’t be the same.”

Adam felt his heart swell, his cheeks heating as he looked up at Lucifer.

“I… I’m just glad I could help,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

And as Lucifer continued to play with his wool, a warmth blossomed between them that felt as deep as it was gentle, a quiet, steady feeling that neither of them could bear to let go.

Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and he tilted his head, leaning close enough that Adam could feel the warmth radiating from his fur.

“Master,” he cooed, the word dripping with affection, “Can I give you a massage? You’ve been working so hard.”

His hoof slid gently over Adam’s shoulder, thumb tracing soft circles.

Adam’s cheeks flushed, and he shook his head quickly, his voice a stammered protest. “N-No, really, I’m fine! You don’t have to—”

Lucifer’s face fell in an exaggerated pout, his ears drooping slightly as he reluctantly pulled back. Not a moment later, though, his gaze lit up again as he reached for a woven basket nearby, packed with ripe, sweet-smelling fruits. He picked out a bunch of glistening grapes, holding them up enticingly as he shuffled closer to Adam.

“Then perhaps,” he whispered, “my lovely Master would like a little something to eat?”

Adam smiled shyly, waving a hoof. “No, really, I’m good. Still full from… well, the, um, grass earlier…”

His voice trailed off as he noticed Lucifer mumbling under his breath, his expression disappointed. With a soft smile, Lucifer set the basket aside but stayed close, his gaze unwavering.

He slipped his hoof over Adam’s, his touch both gentle and grounding as he gave it a warm squeeze.

“Adam,” he said softly, his tone now holding a quiet seriousness. “I want to pamper you; to show you how much you mean to me. You’ve given me—and everyone here—so much.”

His eyes softened, and he squeezed Adam’s hoof a little tighter. “I want you to feel how much I appreciate you, to trust me as I trust you.”

Adam blinked, his heart skipping at the depth in Lucifer’s words.

“But… Master,” he stammered, his voice laced with surprise. “You don’t have to do that for me—I’m not worth all of this.”

Lucifer let out a dramatic sigh, his free hoof coming up to gently cup Adam’s cheek, brushing over his fur with a tenderness that made Adam’s cheeks burn.

“Adam,” he whispered, voice low and sincere, “You deserve the world and more. Everything good in this place exists because of you. I wish I could give you all of it, and even that would never be enough.”

The weight of Lucifer’s words wrapped around Adam like a comforting blanket. As he investigated those familiar, earnest eyes, he felt a warmth bloom in his chest—a soft, steady reminder of the deep bond they shared, one that only seemed to grow stronger with each day.

Lucifer’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, his gaze flickering to the ground as he took a shaky breath. “Adam… I…”

He started hesitantly, voice just above a whisper, and then, as though the words had broken free, they poured out in a rush. “I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me. Being with you feels like—I don’t know, like I’m floating, like everything else fades away, and it’s just us.”

He laughed softly, almost shyly, as he continued, his sapphire eyes bright. “You’re so gentle, so thoughtful… I’ve never felt like this before, not in all the time I’ve led this cult.”

Lucifer squeezed Adam’s hoof as he rambled on, a light of pure admiration shining in his eyes. “From that day you found me… I didn’t think anyone would have helped a stranger like me, especially out in Darkwood. But you did. You saved me, you stayed with me. You gave me all this, all of you.”

He paused, glancing down, his blush deepening as he continued in a softer tone. “And I… I don’t think I’d even be able to breathe without you now.”

Adam’s eyes widened, his heart pounding as he watched Lucifer, his usual playful confidence replaced by a vulnerable warmth that made his own cheeks flush. Lucifer hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his tunic as he looked up, a rare shyness shining in his eyes. For the first time, Adam saw his confident Master look almost timid.

“I… I love you, Adam,” Lucifer whispered, his voice barely audible. “I love you so much, more than anything else in this world.”

He gave a small, bashful laugh, the blush blooming even deeper across his snowy cheeks. “And if you’ll have me, I want to make you mine. Truly.”

His voice caught, but he managed a smile, gazing at Adam with pure adoration. “I want to marry you, Adam. I want us to be together, to share all of this… forever.”

The words sent a shiver down Adam’s spine, and he could only stare, mouth slightly open as his thoughts scrambled to catch up.

“Marriage?” he echoed in disbelief, a hundred thoughts racing through his mind. Him? Worthy of something as incredible as this? “But… But I’m not worth all of that. I’m nobody. Just… a shadow in the background, a helper…”

Lucifer shook his head immediately, his voice full of emotion. “No, Adam. You’re wrong. You’re so much more than that. You’re my everything. More valuable than gold, than anything I could ever own or offer. You’re the heart of this place, the one who keeps us all going, who’s kept me going.”

His voice softened, and he brought his hoof to Adam’s cheek, brushing it tenderly. “You’re worth more than you realize, and I want to show you that… if you’ll let me.”

Tears stung Adam’s eyes, the weight of Lucifer’s words settling into him as he looked into those sincere, adoring eyes. He had no words, only a fierce blush as he reached up, letting Lucifer’s gentle touch ground him. In that moment, he felt the truth of it—this was more than just a home. It was a place where he belonged, with someone who truly, deeply loved him.

Adam took a deep breath, the weight of his decision settling warmly in his chest.

“I’ll stay,” he whispered, voice soft yet resolute. He looked up at Lucifer, his own uncertainty melting in the face of the pure joy lighting up Lucifer’s eyes. “I’ll stay with you. I’ll be part of the cult… with you.”

A soft, delighted gasp escaped Lucifer, and his face lit up as he leaned closer, his voice a sweet murmur. “Does that mean… you’ll marry me too?”

Adam’s breath hitched as their eyes met, a blush rising as he gave a small, trembling nod. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s face broke into a radiant smile, and without another word, he closed the distance between them, capturing Adam’s lips in a firm, devoted kiss. Their wool blended together, soft and warm, as Lucifer rolled him back into the pile of cushions, his laughter like a joyful melody. Adam felt the weight of Lucifer’s love surrounding him, a feeling of completeness that left him breathless.

Nestled together, their foreheads pressed close, Lucifer’s hand found Adam’s, entwining their fingers as he whispered, “With you here, Adam… I finally feel like I’ve found where I belong.”

Adam shyly smiled in return, “I…I love you too, Master.”

“Oh Addie~” Lucifer sighed in bliss.

The two kisses again.

[decentsoupperson]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @marthalovesu @talesfromawannabejournalist @lilacwriter07 and @breedtheseed

Does this image summarize the Adam fanbase?

[inubaki]

Decoration

Based off @rainforestakiie’s adorable story. Cult of the Lamb Au!

[netbelleanie]

Blame @breedtheseed

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Not the mama

for @breedtheseed who I heard needed some fluff, hope you enjoy

Lucifer is sitting in the living room in his armchair trying to read the newspaper while Alice “played” by his feet. Adam was having the day to himself while Lucifer took care of Alice. At the moment the toddler was kicking and hitting her daddy’s legs while yelling over and over

Alice: NOT THE MAMA! NOT THE MAMA! NOT THE MAMA! NOT THE MAMA! NOT THE MAMA!

Lucifer took a breath to calm himself then exhaled. He folded the paper and put it at his side, giving his daughter the look he said,

Lucifer: do that to me one more time, and see what happens young lady

With that Lucifer went back to his paper and Alice thought about his words before stepping back back a bit and giving him one hard kick to his nether regions

Alice: NOT THE MAMA!!!

Adam entered the manor with a stretch and a soft smile from the nice day he’s had a loud screech rang through the manor as Alice was suddenly thrown right on him

Lucifer: THERE! THERES MAMA!!!

[lilacwriter07]

pirate au adamsapple

@breedtheseed (pirate au, adamsapple)

The night was still but the air felt thick, as silence fell over the town . Everyone was asleep not knowing what was to come, as sudden a soft whisper came . Far away from the shore, a soft melody as eyes shines through the dark water . It became louder as drums made their way, waking up a few as they open their windows .

"What's going on ?" A man asked himself before he gasp in terror, far away yet he could see it . A head emerges from the water, so big and terifying as he turns . But stops as the melody reaches his ears, his body going limp as any fight in him leaves .

The head fully came out as it roars his singing, thick tentacles shooting out of the water . Smashing the first houses, as water rises flooding the streets .

Anyone who tries to escape could not move, as the song of the Kraken stops them .

Last they see was the dark sky before nothing .

When the sun rises the entire island was gone .

Queen Sera stares at the letter, her lips thin as she looks not only worried but horrified ."Get me Captain Adam K ."

"What does the letter say sister ."Emily dares to ask Sera doesn't answer .

In red letters it made clear what the sender wants .

"Give me my jewel or the next is your little bird .."

[leadexorcist]

🫣🤫🤭

Sooo... @lilacwriter07, @kittenfangirl20, @things-arent-what-they-seem66, @talesfromawannabejournalist, @mayjor-lochardr, @potatokingqueen, @libby-for-life, and @breedtheseed, I might have a little story for you guys later on, say 30 to a hour?

[libby-for-life]

They have some really cool merchandise! I hope you guys can check out their Adamsapple designs!

@breedtheseed does some amazing art!

[taradiddled]

Hey AdamsApple nation. My friend over here, @breedtheseed, has an AdamsApple popsocket on the production line! Get your ass over here and place an order! I already placed mine.

edit: the fuck, why didn't the link post? whatever. fixed it!

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Real quick can everyone do me a favor?

Apparently my fics and @breedtheseed fics have been uploaded to Wattpad. THAT IS NOT MY ACCOUNT OR THEIRS.

I don't have a Wattpad account. This person is claiming they wrote our fics when they have not.

So please, if you come across any of mine or their fics on there, please report them.

My only account is on AO3 under Hoodedfigure6. That is it.

Dont steal people's work guys, that's not cool.

[procyonloser]

absolutely no pressure, you take all the time you need, i was just wondering how your progress is going with all your fics? you got good stuff and it's always exciting to see you update.

So I have a good bit of the next eve of Adam written, and I don't have any of maybe this time written yet, but I am writing a longish one shot as a part of a trade with breedtheseed currently that I want to finish before I update either of the other two fics. Everything takes a bit longer than before because I'm working and the days I'm not working I'm often busy. Expect the oneshot within a week hopefully though.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@helluvahazbins

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

@lilacwriter07

@libby-for-life

@breedtheseed

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@breedtheseed

@mayjor-lochardt

as a little gift for you two, you’ve guys earned it! Enjoy! 😉

warning: dominance, controlling behavior, raunchy stuff, skip if this is not for you

Adam and his husband, his alpha, Lucifer were sitting on a couch watching tv in their living room. The omega absentmindedly rubbing his large pregnant belly in soothing circles. Suddenly Lucifer clicked his finger and said only one word.

Lucifer: beer!

Adam stood up and with a smack on the ass from Lucifer made his way to the kitchen. His black heels clicking as he did. He grabbed it and made his way back to Lucifer. With impatient hands he snatched it and in just a few long chugs, drained the entire bottle. He threw the bottle away and it crashed and broke into pieces on the floor. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his omega.

Lucifer: Well? It’s not gonna clean itself will it?

Adam: yes my alpha, sorry

Adam got a broom and pan and got to work. At one point he had to bend down which was a bit hard with his belly. But he managed, when he got back from depositing the glass he sat back down to watch tv with his alpha. He rubbed his belly as he felt a series of kicks. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lucifer was no longer staring at the television but instead was staring straight at his chest. Which was currently leaking milk.

Adam: I’m sorry my alpha, I’ll clean it up

Lucifer grabbed his wrist

Lucifer: No, I’m hungry, I want dinner now!

Adam: what would you like to eat?

Lucifer looked at him with a glint in his eyes and smirk on his lips.

Lucifer: Milk

With that that he ripped open his mates sleeveless maternity button down, unclipped his bra, and started harshly sucking on the nipple. Adam gasped out and arched his back as he held onto his husband’s head. Suddenly he looked down at Lucifer

Adam: My alpha, Luci, Luci! Stop please! This isn’t yours!

Lucifer stopped sucking and let go with a wet pop. He stared up at him with a hardened gaze milk staining his lips.

Lucifer: Until our baby is born these fat tits, are mine!

He growled and went back to his meal, at one point even lightly biting the bud. When he was finished he looked at his blushing mess of an omega and burped

Lucifer: my compliments to the chef

Adam whined causing Lucifer to darkly chuckle. Lucifer: and sounds like you my sweet omega are in the mood for, meat

He gathered Adam in his arms and took him to their room where he laid him on the bed. He unzipped his pants letting them drop along with his boxers. Revealing his ten inch thick hog.

Lucifer: lay on your belly my bitch

Adam did as he was commanded and soon felt his favorite part of his alphas entering his backside and began thrusting hard into the hole. He thrusted again, and again, and again, and again, until finally with a loud splat Adam came along with Lucifer. After a few minutes of catching their breath they both went under the sheets to snuggle. Lucifer laying head deep into his wife’s bosom. Lucifer: Adam?

Adam: hm?

Lucifer: don’t ever forget your mine, and mine alone

Lucifer: Never, my alpha

[lilacwriter07]

pirate au adamsapple childhood flashback part 1

(inspired by @breedtheseed au, @inubaki)

Adam remembers that day very clearly, he was 6 years old at the time when he met him .

Both even though young, were very new to the big world around them . Naive, they trusted who showed them kindness, they were so sure the world was theirs to rule .

How stupid they were .

Adam was bonr on a farm, far from the ocean, they had nothing but miles of green trees and fields of corn .

Adam hates corn .

He remembers taking off with his dad, they were set to sell some things close to the bay . The old man told his mother he was to learn, so he could help his father more .

His mother shed a few tears as they left, the young child remembers his mother's words to stay clear from the waters .

He should have listened .

The city smells disgusting was the first thing he thought, it was loud and too many people .

He hated every second of it .

His father and him ended up at the bay, where fisher's came to sell their stuff, bigger ships of the Queen were also there speaking of a 'monster of the sea'

"Tha saw ta devil himself hehehe ." An old drunkard spoke to his father, who barely showed intrest in the conversation ."shul hav not made at mad !"

Adam wanted to hear more but his father pulled him away ."Keep up ." He spoke strengly ."Yes papa ."

But Adam was small he could not keep up, either his father forgot as he let go of his hand or he didn't want to be bothered that Adam can's keep up .

Either way Adam got hit by so many things, that he started to stumble to the side ."Papa ...!" And he fell .

He heard his father curse as he shouted, Adam could not hear more as he kept going under .

He can't swim .

Never needed to learn it .

As he kept going under he opens his eyes, trying to hope his dad came .

But he stared deep in the eyes of something he could not understand .

What was to understand ?

He doesn't know .

Red eyes of something he never thought to see were looking right back at him .