Chapter 51: Revelation

The curls of his blonde hair swayed with the breeze as he sat in the garden bench, staring at the well-trimmed bushes of flowers. The gifted sword of his lover's was on his lap as he cleaned it meticulously. His heart was upset and his mind was no better. He missed her. He wanted to be with her again, to hold her and love her. His blue eyes looked at the red roses and imagined the rose was dipped in blood, her blood. Gripping the hilt of the blade, he looked away and down at the weapon.

Clean it. Focus on cleaning it.

Those eyes of hate he saw, the way her voice shook… he felt his hands tremble.

'Get your shit together,' he berated himself.

Eve did not want to die, which meant she did not want to reborn. She does not want to be human. She does not want to be with… him.

Taking a deep breath, he hung his head with closed eyes. He messed up. He fucked up. He was a fool for listening to his father. His hand that was cleaning the blade slipped, leading to his palm being cut. He turned his hand so he can watch the blood slip down his palm and onto the ground. The grass was being stained by him, but he found no reason to care.

Nothing mattered anymore.

"Brother," the voice of Raphael broke through his trance, "stop dirtying the ground of Heaven."

The blonde looked at the newcomer and saw the bandage wrap held out to him. Taking the offer, Adam said nothing as he proceeded to wrap his injured palm. He heard his brother sit beside him and reach for his sword. The glare he sent was fiery like a dog protecting its possession.

"You should get rid of that," the redheaded angel stated with his eyes narrowed and a frown.

"This was a gift. I shall keep it by my side."

"A gift from a demon has no need in Heaven," his brother stated reaching for it again.

"Brother," he gritted out as he finished bounding his wound, "do not touch my sword."

The winged angel ignored him and once again reached for the sword. Peeved, Adam pulled away and held his sword in anger.

"What is wrong with you!" The blonde angel shouted with a scowl, "Do you want me to hurt you!"

"Now, now, Adam," Raphael tsked with a grin, "Father would be upset if his children were to fight."

"What the fuck do you want?" The wingless angel gritted out as he stared into the brown eyes of his brother's.

"Many of our brothers and sisters had fallen and some will never return. This is all due to those demons, especially Eve," he spitted out, "She changed everything! She should have just followed along like she always had, like the puppet she is. Now, there is no forgiveness," his brother stepped forward, "when we find her, when she shows herself… she will die."

The punch came swift and the connection of skin sounded in his ears. When he realized what had happened, Raphael had already swung back. Fists collided and then both ended on the ground, tumbling as bruises bloomed on their skins. He felt someone pull him back and yelling at him to stop, to calm down. Before him was his redheaded brother, also held back, with a bruise forming around his eye with a split on his lips.

Mouth drying up, he did not fight out of the hold. He had attacked his brother in their father's ground.

'Shit!' He shrugged his brothers off him and searched for his sword that he dropped during the kerfuffle.

Finding it pushed underneath the bench, he reached for it and realized it was silent. Turning around to face his other brothers who had separate the fight, the blonde thinned his lips.

"I apologize Brother Raphael," he turned to the male spoke to, "I have a lot on my mind. I shall go to my room."

Doing as he said, he turned and went straight to his quarter. He sat on his bed feeling the pulse of pain against his cheeks and lips. He enjoyed it. He needed the pain as he sat with his back against the headboard. The sword placed over his lap once again, Adam just stared at it. Eyes glazing over as if he could see images of his lover and himself in their lifetime.

"You are hurt," that soft seductive voice whispered near his ears.

"Get out," he deadpanned without removing his eyes from the sword.

"What?" The voice sounded upset and angered, "Why are you pushing me away!"

He closed his eyes, but the touch against his wound made him wince. Sliver of blue eyes revealed themselves as he looked at the female before him. Unethically beautiful, this female looks so much like his lover- same voice, same shape, same eyes- but not her.

"I don't want to see you anymore," he pulled away from her and moved off the bed.

The mattress was between them, giving that separation that he needed to observe her. Though they looked alike, their body language were different. The scowl on her face, the cross of her arms, the way she was standing… it was as if this person was never who he had thought. How stupid was he to even think this person was anything like Eve. Yes, maybe her looks, but Eve always had a grace about her.

There was a shine about her, as if everything and everyone was drawn to her beauty, her aura. Her eyes, it was her honey eyes that capture you with that glimmer, giving you hope for something more. This woman was not Eve.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. This woman… there was only one reason that she was here in his room. There was only one reason the angel guarding his door did not blink when Adam questioned him about the female. He gripped his sword in hand as the blood drained from his face.

He had sex with this woman. He had let her touch him and please him. He had also... he had also done the same.

His mind and heart was shouting at him, like drums against his ears.

He cheated on Eve with an imposter.