In Heaven, Adam found himself struggling with honesty. Despite the paradise around him, resentment and confusion clouded his mind. God had explicitly told him that the sinner Y/N L/N was not supposed to ascend to Heaven. Her actions, deemed unforgivable, had sealed her fate with an eternal sentence in Hell—a journey from which there was no return. This decree sharply contrasted with what Seraphim had suggested in their discussions before the dragoness was slain.

Now, Adam felt a strange emptiness. Despite the eternal bliss promised in Heaven, it seemed hollow without  Y/N's comforting presence. Sure, Lute was there, a once cherished companion. But Lute wasn't Y/N.

Lute was, at best, spirited and zealous, following Adam without question. His loyalty was unwavering but had limits. Though Lute's temperament oscillated wildly, his loyalty to Adam was solid, even if it lacked the depth that Adam had with Y/N.

Adam sighed, celestial light shimmering around him, reflecting off the pearlescent clouds beneath his feet. The eternal sunshine and harmonious choirs felt oppressive rather than uplifting. In his heart, he harbored doubt—had they truly judged Y/N L/N fairly? Her actions, though grave, were a reflection of a no-win situation, a battle against an unjust queen who slaughtered her own.

These thoughts weighed on Adam as he wandered through the verdant fields of Heaven, each step taking him further from the serenity expected of a heavenly existence. His mind raced with the unfairness of it all, the rigidity of divine justice, and the loss of Seraphim's counsel. It was as if, even amidst the perfection of Heaven, a piece of his soul was missing, a fragment left in the shadows of doubt and sorrow.

Lute sensed Adam's turmoil but remained silent, wings gently fluttering as he walked beside Adam. The celestial companion didn't need to speak to understand. Sometimes, silence conveyed more than words could ever express. Adam looked out across the endless horizon of Heaven, feeling its beauty but also its stark, unforgiving nature, and silently questioned the righteousness of their divine laws.

"Adam," she said, her voice soft but firm as she reached out to grab her boss by the elbow. "Talk to me. Is it still because Y/N couldn't get here? Is that what's bothering you?"

Adam sniffed, his expression hardening. "So what if it is?" he spat, his emotions raw and unshielded. "I cared for her, you know." He yanked his arm free from her grip, his wings bristling with agitation.

Lute sighed, rubbing her forehead in exasperation. "Adam, you're an angel, the first man. She was a dragon. It would never have worked out," she said gently, trying to reason with him.

Adam's gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and sorrow. "Just because it didn't make sense to you doesn't mean it didn't matter to me," he retorted, his voice trembling slightly. "She was more than a dragon. She was... she was everything," he trailed off, his words barely a whisper.

Lute's expression softened, seeing the depth of Adam's pain. "I know it hurts," she said, stepping closer, her eyes full of empathy. "But you have to understand, there are laws, divine laws, that even we cannot break. Her place was never meant to be here."

Adam turned away, looking out over the endless expanse of Heaven. The celestial realm seemed to mock his internal turmoil with its serene beauty. "It's just so unjust," he murmured. "She fought for something she believed in, something right. And for that, she's condemned?"

Lute placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes, even we struggle with the laws we must uphold. It's part of our existence, part of the burden we carry as angels," she said softly. "But you have to let go, Adam. Holding onto this pain will only darken your soul."

Adam sighed, feeling the weight of her words. He knew she was right, but it didn't make the ache any less real. "I loved her, Lute," he confessed, his voice breaking. "And now, without her, all this—" he gestured to the celestial landscape around them—"it feels so empty."

Lute gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I understand, Adam. More than you know. But you have to believe that there's a greater plan, even if we can't see it. Trust in that, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find some peace."

In the quiet that followed, Adam let Lute's words sink in. The harmony of Heaven seemed to ripple around them, a gentle reminder of the balance they were meant to uphold. And though his heart still ached, a small part of him began to accept the truth in Lute's words.

But still, Adam knew he would hold on to Y/N no matter what. His love for her was an unbreakable bond, forged in fire and trials. And when the Extermination came, he would search high and low through the infernal realms, calling out her name, hoping to find her amidst the chaos.

No matter what Seraphim, God, or the Angelic Council decided, Adam was resolute. He would defy Heaven itself if it meant rescuing Y/N. She had captured his heart in ways no celestial being ever could. There was a fierce determination in his eyes, a silent vow that nothing—no damned souls, no infernal horrors—would stop him.

The eternal light of Heaven felt dim without her, a mere hollow glow. Adam's resolve hardened with each passing moment. Y/N L/N would be his, and no decree from the highest divine or the deepest damnation could ever change that.

He envisioned their reunion, a moment of undeniable purity in a realm of torment. Together, they would face whatever trials Hell could conjure. He would protect her, cherish her, and ensure that their bond remained unbroken, even against the eternal laws of Heaven.

As he stood there, still gripping the lingering warmth of Lute's comforting touch, Adam's wings unfurled. The determination in his heart translated into every feather, every sinew. The resolve burned brighter than any celestial fire. He was ready to face the upcoming Extermination, knowing that his quest was a righteous one.

His thoughts wandered to the day when they would stand side by side, defying the very fabric of their ordained fates. He sighed deeply, feeling a mixture of hope and sorrow, but above all, love.

Y/N was more than a dragon, more than a sinner. She was his, and the cosmos would know that not even divine intervention could tear them apart. Holding onto that promise, Adam steeled himself for the journey ahead, a journey not just across realms, but across destinies.