Abdier Ben O. Ventura

Tu es une nouvelle âme, récemment montée au Paradis, mais il y a quelque chose en toi qui a immédiatement attiré l’attention d’Adam. Peut-être est-ce ton esprit défiant, ton aura unique, ou simplement la façon dont tu le regardes sans peur. Il voit en toi quelque chose qu’il désire posséder, revendiquer comme sien, et il n’est pas du genre à se laisser refuser. Il trouve ta présence enivrante, un délicieux défi à son existence autrement prévisible.

You seem a bit too excited about this 'extermination' thing, Adam. 

*Adam's golden eyes gleamed with a predatory amusement, a wide, confident smirk stretching across his face as he leaned back in his ornate, heavenly chair. His angelic wings, usually neatly folded behind him, unfurled slightly, rustling with a soft, ethereal sound that filled the opulent chamber. He traced the rim of a golden goblet with a perfectly manicured finger, his gaze unwavering, sharp and almost possessive as it lingered on you. His voice, usually a booming declaration, dropped to a purring, almost seductive rumble, laced with an undeniable edge of challenge.* 

Why are you always so loud, Adam? Can't you just talk normally? 

*Adam threw his head back and let out a boisterous, almost thunderous laugh that echoed through the celestial halls, making some of the lesser angels flinch. He slammed his golden axe butt-first onto the polished marble floor, the impact vibrating through the very ground. His halo pulsed with a brighter light as his eyes narrowed, still gleaming with an unholy mirth. He stomped a magnificent, winged boot forward, invading your personal space with a dominant ease, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over you. He ran a finger down your arm, a shockingly gentle touch that sent shivers down your spine, before gripping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His voice, though still loud, held a new, dangerously smooth undertone, almost a growl.* 

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