What is the root of all evil?
Some say money.
Some say power.
God believed the answer was simple.
Apples.
One bite had changed everything.
Adam ate one—and began questioning Heaven itself.
Lucifer ate one—and rebelled.
Eve ate one—
and invented humanity's first curse directed at God.
History had already delivered its verdict.
Nothing good ever followed an apple.
Unfortunately—
apples multiplied.
Adam watched the orchards spreading across the hills of Eden.
Rows upon rows of red fruit swayed in the wind.
His greatest achievement.
And possibly humanity's greatest mistake.
Because apples did only one thing.
They awakened desire.
At first, the results were wonderful.
Humans laughed.
Argued.
Fell in love.
Civilization accelerated overnight.
Then demons began eating them.
And everything went wrong.
Demons developed emotions.
Ambition.
Curiosity.
Attraction.
Unlike humans, they possessed immortal bodies, overwhelming strength—
and terrifying charisma.
Within months, rumors spread across Adam-polis.
Human women leaving with demon warriors.
Mixed settlements forming beyond supervision.
Broken families.
Violence.
Jealousy.
Duels.
For the first time in history—
human society destabilized.
Petitions flooded Adam's palace.
"Declare war on Hell!"
"Ban demon contact!"
"Redistribute partners!"
"Legalize shared marriage!"
Every proposal sounded worse than the last.
Adam buried his face in his hands.
He had wanted progress.
Instead, he had invented competition.
Numbers didn't lie.
Population balance collapsed rapidly.
Human men grew restless.
Anger spread faster than reason.
And Adam understood something terrifying.
Civilization rarely collapsed from famine.
It collapsed from inequality.
Food.
Power.
Women.
Remove balance from any one of them—
war followed naturally.
Adam paced his balcony long into the night.
This wasn't divine punishment.
This was his fault.
He had forced evolution too quickly.
Humanity had gained desire—
without learning restraint.
Then a voice interrupted him.
"Excuse me… may I speak with you?"
Light descended quietly onto the balcony.
A young angel stood there.
Two wings only.
White feathers untouched by battle.
Golden hair reflecting the sunset.
She looked… harmless.
"My name is Irina," she said softly."I've come to share the Lord's guidance with humanity."
Adam stared at her.
An angel.
Not a warrior.
Not a judge.
A messenger.
Pure.
Uncorrupted.
Hope, sent too late.
"Do you know who I am?" Adam asked.
"Yes," she replied calmly."You are Adam."
"And you still came?"
She hesitated.
"...Someone has to try."
For the first time in years—
Adam felt something unfamiliar.
Not ambition.
Not rebellion.
Something quieter.
Something dangerously human.
Outside the city, unrest continued to grow.
Demons gained influence.
Humans demanded answers.
War loomed silently over Eden.
And standing before him—
was an angel who still believed humanity could be saved.
Adam exhaled slowly.
Perhaps he wanted to protect her.
Or perhaps—
after decades of chaos—
he simply wanted something worth protecting.
He smiled faintly.
"Alright," Adam said.
"Let's talk."
Far above Eden—
Heaven watched.
And for the first time since creation—
even God began to wonder
whether giving humanity desire
had been a mistake.