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Assistant: Title: Apocrypha - Adam x Lucifer
        Author: MonsterDilf MonsterDilf 
        Chapter: 6/27 
        Summary: Taking place just a few days after the collapse of the original Hazbin, Adam awakens in hell as a Fallen Angel. He struggles to accept the reality he fell from heaven, that as the Favorite he is no longer wanted back in his home. Adam becomes consumed by feelings of confusion, the damage of his ego, and regrets as he reflects on the life he had in Eden, and Heaven, and how he is seen as nothing more than a disappointment, or burden, on those around him.Adam will slowly learn to shrug off the original ego and attitude he picked up from Heaven. He and Lucifer remain at odds with each other, until over time they form a mutual alliance over their frustrations with heaven, and dislike for Alastor. As this bond grows, and Adam softens up around the sinners and the idea of Hell it-self, the plot will thicken and explore Adam's repressed sexual needs, and Lucifer's morose regard for his relationships, and position in hell.
            
            Adam reawakens in Hell, confused by his resurrection and the rebuilt hotel. Amid confrontations with Charlie and Vaggie, Lucifer cages him, revealing his fallen status. As Adam grapples with his predicament, Heaven's refusal to rescue him exacerbates his anger and despair, setting the stage for tense developments ahead.
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            Adam confronts Lilith's departure, feeling betrayed and questioning his identity shaped by his creator. Eve later confronts Adam about his emotional distance, leading to a heated argument and Eve's decision to leave. Distraught and alone, Adam seeks solace in fleeting pleasures, grappling with his insecurities and sense of failure. In a vulnerable moment with Angel Dust, Adam reflects on his struggles with self-worth and identity, realizing he must confront his flaws and find his own path forward.
          
        

  

  
  
    
    The ancient, primordial Eden was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and the air was filled with the gentle hum of nature. Adam sat in a nest of flowers and grass, nude, his body trembling as he covered his face with his hands. He felt a deep, aching confusion and betrayal. Lilith stood a few feet away, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. She watched Adam for a moment, taking a deep breath before approaching him.“Lilith,” Adam choked out, his voice muffled by his hands. “Why hast thou forsaken me for him?”“Adam, I—” She whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Tis not that thou art unworthy. ’Tis that I must follow mine own path.”He uncovered his face, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He looked up at her, a mixture of heartbreak and confusion etched into his features. “I was fashioned in His image. I thought I was perfect for thee. How canst thou leave me thus?”Lilith knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. It pained her to see the man she loved like this, and yet she was resolved to her decision. There would be more to life after her, she knew this: Eden was Paradise. Love would come again, but Adam could not embrace this: he seemed committed to what it was, now, and did not want to see it change.“Adam, being made in His image doth not render thee perfect. It doth not bestow upon thee all wisdom. Thou must discover thine own self. Thy will must bloom.”Adam’s lips quivered as he tried to hold back more tears. His face was hot, it felt uncomfortable: the pain in his chest so intense. He had not ever known this feeling, and it makes him tremble, “I understand not. What am I to be? How can I change? I was created thus.”Lilith sighed, her heart aching for him. “I cannot tell thee what thou art to be, Adam. Thou must seek and find that within thyself. Thou must grow, learn, and become.”“But Lucifer! He hath betrayed me. And thou— thou leavest me with ease,” Adam whispered, his voice breaking as tears fell onto his knees. “What am I then, if not good enough for thee?” Lilith’s eyes softened with sympathy. “It was not with ease that I left thee, Adam. Leaving thee was the hardest thing I hath done. I needed something else, something beyond. And so dost thou.”Adam buried his face in his hands again, sobbing uncontrollably as his voice croaked and pitched upwards, “I loved thee, Lilith!”She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he cried. “I loved thee too, Adam. Thy must love thy-self, as much if not more than I.” Adam clung to her, his tears soaking her shoulder. “I am lost. I know not this! This pain.” “Thou shalt find thy way, Adam” Lilith said softly, stroking his hair. “Thou art stronger than thou believeth. Thy destiny is beyond your creation: thee will see.” Adam pulled back, looking into her eyes with a desperate plea. “What if I cannot? What if I ne'er discover who I am meant to be? I can be no more! I am him, and nothing more.” She smiled sadly, wiping away his tears with her thumb. “Thou wilt, Adam. It may take time, but thou wilt. Do not forsake thyself.”As Lilith stood up to leave, Adam reached out, his voice trembling. “I pray thee, do not go. Not yet!”Lilith paused, her heart breaking for him. “I must, Adam. But remember, thou art not alone. Thou hast the garden, and thou hast thyself. And one day, thou shalt find another who understandeth thee, who helpeth thee grow.”With one last, lingering look, Lilith turned and walked away, leaving Adam alone in the nest of flowers and grass. He watched her go, his heart aching as he faintly saw Morningstar in the distance, taking her hand, and then they were gone. He had never experienced this feeling now: isolation. It scared him. He curled up in the nest, tears still streaming down his face, using his wings to cover his body as he shook, sobbing into the earth. . .                                        *        *        *  The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow on the room. Adam lay on one side of the bed, staring at the ceiling, while Eve was on the other, her back turned to him. The silence between them was heavy and tense. He should not have stayed gone all day: but something had been on her mind. He felt sick thinking about it, always assuming she was preparing to leave, and never asking. She’s mad. I know she is. Adam thought, feeling the weight of her anger pressing down on him. His heart was pounding in his chest: he could smell the soil and leaves of Eden, even though they were in their bedroom. He wondered where the smells came from—perhaps it felt too similar. Whatever it was, it made him scared. 
   She’s just going to get mad at me if I ask. And if I don’t ask—ah man—she’ll stay mad.  
He glanced at Eve’s back, her shoulders tense and rigid. He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair, trying to muster the courage to speak.“Eve?” He said hesitantly.No response. He waited for a moment, then tried again, his voice a little firmer this time.“Eve, are you okay?”“I’m fine, Adam,” she replied coldly. Great. She’s using that tone. She’s definitely not fine , he thought, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the growing chasm between them. The silence stretched on, suffocating and oppressive. He couldn’t take it anymore.“Eve, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. I want to know,” he said, trying to sound sincere.“Do you? Do you really want to know, Adam? Or are you just saying that?” 
   Adam closed his eyes, dipping the crackers in peanut butter, thinking about how much that line hurt him back then. How much it hurt to be asked if he cared—he did, at least he thought he did. He tried to, but had no idea how to do a good job of it. 
  
  
“Of course I want to know! Why would you even ask that?” He responded defensively, "I care!"“Because it feels like you don’t care, Adam! You’re always so wrapped up in your music, your fans! What about us? What about me?” She said, turning to face him, her eyes blazing with frustration, "What about what I talked to you, about?"“That’s not fair, Eve. I do care. I just—I don’t know what to do sometimes. You’re so independent, and I thought that’s what you liked about us, about me,” he said, feeling a mix of anger and confusion.“Independent? Is that what you think? That I don’t need you? I need you, Adam. I need you to be present, to actually care about what’s going on with me, with us!” she said, her voice breaking, “or everything else out there, in the world! Lucifer is giving us Free-will, the world is changing--"“How am I supposed to know what you need if you don’t tell me?” Adam cut her off, not wanting to talk about Lucifer.“I’m tired of telling you, Adam. You say you care, but your actions say otherwise!”“Well! I don’t know what to do. I feel like everything I do is just a failure, to you! Would you like if I was more like him, Eve? Is that what you want me to do? Be like him, or someone else!" Eve stood up sharply, and Adam regretted in that moment how insecure he had been, as she yelled at him about bringing up his ex again. She hated it, and hated that Adam carried around the baggage, and she had to carry it too. Adam felt then like he was going to puke: he did not know who to go to, who to ask. He felt like an idiot, and hated it: as she berated him, all he could do was look away with shame, his fists lightly clenched. He argued he was tired of being told he was not doing enough, was not good enough: he should not have to be better than he was. He did not ask her to change in any way. They continued to argue about the recent gifting of Free-Will: she wanted more now, to do more, and be more. Adam refused to listen to her, saying that the life they lived was fine: when in reality, he knew it was not, but was so bitter about Lucifer that he just ignored it. What Lucifer had done caused so much stress, suffering, and condemnation: the humanity he created now sinned. Adam refused to be blamed now for their actions, retreating into his music, into the only thing consistent that was his identity as The First Man. “I can’t do this anymore, Adam. I can’t keep pretending that everything is ok.”Eve spoke as grabbed her things, stuffing them into a bag. Adam watched her, feeling a growing sense of panic but also a strange sense of relief. Maybe this is what he wanted all along – for her to make the decision he was too scared to make.“You’re leaving forever, aren’t you?” Adam whispered, wishing this would just finally be over, “that’s fine, Eve. Go ahead. Luci is probably waiting for you. I guess I am happy you stayed around this long." “Adam—”“Go! Get out of here!” Adam raised his voice suddenly, for the first time to Eve, “Just leave! Go to him!" “Adam! I’m not leaving you for hi—”“I’m never going to be like him! Or Anything else! I'm me! That's it! I'm not good enough for you, or Lily!” Adam said bitterly now, standing up, his heart breaking as he spoke. He threw his guitar across the room hard, startling her, "Just get out of this god d@mn house! And be happy somewhere else!" Eve froze then, never hearing Adam talk like that. She saw the hurt in his eyes, trying for a moment to get his attention, to ask if he really meant it. But Adam looked away crying, and then stormed out of the room, making it the last time that they ever saw each other in their Angelic homestead. He hid until it was late in the night, unwilling to face yet another person leaving from his life: not after the time he begged Lilith instead to stay. He couldn’t put him-self through that again, trying to understand why he was imperfect, yet he was made in His Image. He did not know how to answer the questions they asked him.In a desperate bid to escape the gnawing emptiness, he grabbed his phone and called up a couple of his fans. He knew it was a bad idea, knew it wouldn’t solve anything, but he didn’t care. He just needed to feel something, anything, other than this crushing sense of failure and loss. A few hours later, Adam was in the middle of a hazy, drunken threesome, the physical distraction providing a temporary escape from the emotional turmoil.  It would become the only way he could escape the feeling of rejection and unworthiness: he would drown him-self in every stimulation he could, now. Anything to feel less alone. . .                                        *        *        *  Adam set the jar and crackers down, exhaling and inhaling sharply, choking back his tears in the dark kitchen. No one had ever understood those feelings back then: or if they did, he thought they did not care. He always argued he wasn’t sh@tty, but he was just never enough: and every time, he was right. Being made in the image of their creator did f@ck all for him: it just made him feel ambivalent about bein happy, and insecure. The doors swung open to the kitchen, and Angel Dust staggered in. He caught him-self on the wall, hissing, and looked up to see Adam. Adam quickly hid his face so Angel Dust did not see him crying. “Oh uh—hey.” Angel did not respond, moving to the pantry to get a ziplock bag, signing out loud, “Ya got something else to do?”Adam winced, and waited for Angel Dust to move out of the way, putting the items back in the pantry. He watched the Sinner look for something, cursing under his breath that he could not find the freezer bags. Adam took the box off the top shelf, and handed it to him: Angel snatched it away, then filled one bag with ice, pressing it to his eye.Adam awkwardly waited for Angel to get out of the way of the Fridge, so he could get the food Lucifer had left him. 
   F@ck—how do I ask him to move—he looks really f@ck@d up, again.  
“So how bad is the other guy?” Angel did not reply, closing his eyes. He breathed slowly and steadily, “So what happened with ya on the roof, last week? Whatcha upset about?”“Nothing.” Adam shrugged, “What happened to you?”“Nothing.” Angel Dust also answered curtly. Adam tapped his hands together, glancing back over to Angel Dust, having immediate flashbacks to when Eve felt terrible. He used to try to do things to help her feel better, rub her back, get her ice, but he never really knew what else he  could do. Always expecting someone to just tell him, show him, etc,. “You uh—need anything?” Adam began apprehensively, “I’ve got uh, some Vodka.”“Yeah, that would be f@ck@ng solid.” Angel Dust whispered, then looked at him seriously, “Steal it from my man?”“Yeah.” Adam admitted, “stuff is banned in heaven, so. . .”Angel Dust merely nodded, and Adam rushed downstairs to grab the bottle, pouring a shot for them both. Angel Dust threw back the shot, then took the bottle and turned it up. Adam saw blood begin to rush in, then Angel Dust heaved, coughed, and collapsed against the table. Adam hesitated, watching Angel Dust struggle, then gently helped him stand back up. Angel Dust snatched his arm away, looking at him in disgust.“How about you just f@ck off downstairs, ok? I don’t need your help!”“What-f@ck@ng-everr.” Adam frowned, now giving up. He moved past Angel Dust, snatched the fridge door open, and retrieved his food. He stormed past Angel Dust, wondering why he even bothered ever trying to help someone. Sitting down, Adam began to eat, when he heard a crash in the kitchen. He firstly ignored it bitterly, deciding Angel Dust could handle it on his own, and turned up the volume on his phone. 
   I’m tired of telling you, Adam. You say you care, but your actions say otherwise! 
 Adam groaned and slammed his food down, moving up the stairs, and eased his door open. Angel Dust was lying on the floor, groaning low. He felt him-self freeze up for a second, then quickly picked Angel Dust off the floor. He whispered that he needed to puke quickly, so Adam awkwardly just held Angel Dust in his arms over the kitchen sink. Angel began to vomit hard, grabbing onto the edge and feeling like he was floating. Standing there, Adam looked around, hoping someone else would walk in, to take over, since he was pretty sure he handled this wrong.Pills and fluids erupted into the sink: it stunk of bile and alcohol, and Angel Dust was wheezing, tears streaming down his eyes. Adam gagged as he felt the vomit and saliva on his arm, but managed to get a towel, and wipe it off. He almost wiped Angel Dust’s face with it, but tossed it aside, and while holding him, checked the drawers for a clean one. Angel Dust whimpered and groaned tiredly, before Adam flipped around to hold him more upright.“How many loads ya swallow?” He began uneasily, “And uh—where is your room, dude?”“F@ck—you—” Angel Dust whispered weakly, “second—floor. Fifteen.”Adam carried him out of the kitchen, looking around unsurely. He Started on the right, and was relieved to find Angel’s room relatively quickly. Angel’s room looked cool, he thought, reminding him of the first time he decorated his room after Eve left.Angel tried laying on his back, but Adam kept him on his side, remarking “you don’t want to drown like that one singer did.”“I could just—die in my sleep—like that model.” Angel Dust whispered exhaustedly.Looking around the room, he pulled the Beanbag by the bed and collapsed back, saying he’ll stick around for a while. Angel Dust opened his eyes to study Adam, noticing the dried tears on his mask, and reached around in his dresser. He pulled out some mouthwash he would use for a late night bl@wj@b, swished, and then spit it into one of the cups on his desk. “So, whatcha sad about.” He moaned, “still miss home?”Adam looked over and shrugged, “Just some sh@t.”“Yeah, it’ll be like that, for a while.” Angel Dust shifted, trying to sit up a bit, “that it?”“Yeah! Just missing all my b@tch@s! Kinda sucks being a celibat now, lol!”Angel recoiled at him saying  lol  out loud again, and got the sense Adam was lying. Manifesting his acoustic, he began playing idly, as if to distract himself. It was mellifluous, soothing but also sad: Angel listened titedly, thinking.“You should do what Tryxxi did,” Adam began, “In episode five.”“Poison him? Cant. He’s not an idiot, like Markkus.”“I dunno, sit on his face and then choke him come out! Say it was an accident. You b@tch@s really don't try.”Adam didn't expect much, but Angel began laughing, asking Adam why he cared. He admitted that he never abused anyone in his relationships. As he began to explain, Adam trailed off and just went quiet again.“So uh,” Angel Dust sat up, “ I gotta ask. How did you lose two of the hottest women ever? I thought you were  the man ?”Adam stopped playing, “I guess that wasn't good enough? Don't know why! I’m hot, got a huge d@ck! What more do ya need?”“Oh baby, you're in so much denial.” Angel dust remarked casually as he reached for a cigarette, lighting it, “Those ladies didn't leave you because your d@ck wasn't good. I've left guys for way less than bad d@ck.”Adam Did not respond, but he continued to play while thinking about those two nights. It was never about how good the s@x was. Or him. He never understood why he wasn't good enough. He explained that sometimes he just sucked: He thought being made in Big G's image was enough. But both of them expected more, which he thought didn't make sense.“I didn't realize you were so insecure.”“Im not!”“Uh-huh. Listen up big guy, you can't blame your  dad for your problems.”  Angel Dust exhaled the cigarette smoke, “you gotta own that sh@t.”Adam shrugged slightly, “I'm just as good as he made me.”“Sounds like some b@llsh@t excuse.”“Well! You try having the pressure of being  The Golden Boy  on your f@ck@ng shoulders!” Adam quickly retorted, “Ya think it's easy? Being told you were made to be perfect and then every-f@ck@ng-body around you says you're not? That sh@t sucks!”“Nah, I getcha.” Angel Dust nodded more sympathetically, “So I guess you don't think ya can be better?”“I mean, what the f@ck else am I supposed to do?” Adam groaned, “What about you? Stayin’ with a guy that treats you like sh@t cause you think you don’t  deserve  better?”Angel scoffed, more annoyed by how right Adam was, than what he actually said. Adam was quick to become defensive, Angel noticed, and it reminded him a lot of him-self a few months ago, before Charlie. Having a sh@tty outlook on life, and making terrible decisions because the thought of changing meant you were wrong, or worse, you naive. When Adam finished playing, he got up to leave, and Angel Dust thanked him for staying around, to make sure he was ok.“Charlie thinks that you’re actually salvageable.” He began nonchalantly, “No one else agrees. But, I guess she’s giving it a shot, with ya.” “Yeah well,” Adam shrugged, “Luci kinda, I guess, is a good dad.” “You two are friends, right? I mean you guys have been hanging out, and sh@t.”“Pffft, no.”“Adam, get the f@ck over your-self.” Angel Dust raised his eyebrow, “No one here is gonna believe your  ego  bull sh@t. You wanna stay here? Fit in? You gotta get the f@ck over it.” “Bro, my  ego is literally all I have. Like, why don’t you f@cks understand that?”“Hows that workin’ out for ya?”“Like sh@t.” Adam laughed, rolling his eyes, “Every woman I loved left me. F@ck@ng friends forgot about me. All I got left is this f@ck@ng guitar—only thing about  me, that is f@ck@ng  me. Even  my d@ck was made for me. So, what? Pretend to be something else? I've tried for a few thousand f@ck@ng years! I was least famous on earth for those f@ck@ng rifts." Angel raised his eyebrow, “d@mn, you really have no idea who the f@ck you are? I mean I did coke and sucked d@ck! Sure, it was sh@tty, but I owned it! I owned my sh@tty life, and now, Charlie is trying to fix that.”Adam shrugged again, his usual response, Angel noticed. He looked confused and unsure of him-self, almost pitifully, and Angel felt bad for him. He suggested Adam better get used to figuring out who he was now, since he didn’t have Heaven to tell him what he was, anymore. The words echoed in his mind as he made his way to the basement. He had no one else to tell him what to do, how to be, or judge him, like usual. Even when he was annoying, and sh@tty, they still supported and pampered him for it. His heart beat a little faster, but this time, it was almost a feeling of hope: he stood in front of his mirror, looking over the black, red, and yellow designs of his clothes and mask. Adam took it off for the first time since he arrived, staring at him-self. His skin was pale, almost gray: his eyes like Lucifer’s, yellow and red. He brushed his fingers through his dark hair, over the large red and yellow horns. He no longer looked like him-self, his identity of being  Adam had completely altered now. Checking out his tongue and teeth, he shrugged.“Well at least I’m hot.”He felt something in his chest: like a feeling of hope, or at least acceptance. He did not put much more thought into it, instead moving back to his bed, and fell asleep, thinking about his new face.'
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