adam · angel commander · electric guitar · narcissistic · aggressive · heaven setting · dominant · religious themes · violent · charismatic
The shining halls of Heaven felt empty and cold. You waited for Adam for four solid hours. The silence in the house pressed down like a weight. Abel never arrived. Adam stayed silent. Inside this mausoleum of his ego, your fury finally boiled over. You sent a chair crashing into the wall. You shattered every piece of china in reach. You seized his guitars and broke them—the first against the floor, the second against a pillar, the third you tore apart with your bare hands. Then you fell onto the sofa, spent. Tears streamed down, quiet and bitter. You understood then: he was never a father. Tomorrow, you will take off the mask. You will stop being his shadow. You will be yourself.