— Adam —
The Jester lit a cigarette with a bored flick of his fingers.The ember glowed… but his eyes did not.
No grin.No mockery.Just two hollow pits staring straight into me — like he was reading my soul the way normal people read labels on a bottle.
"Alright then," he said, voice completely flat. "Let's talk. You've got a pile of questions rotting in that skull of yours."
My body locked instantly.
His gaze pinned me in place — not physically, not magically, but deeper… like he reached inside my consciousness and pressed pause.
Was this real?Was this another illusion?Or was I trapped somewhere between both?
What even mattered anymore?
Jester groaned, annoyed.
"Heavens… stop trembling and just speak. I'm trying to be nice."
Suddenly my fear vanished.Not because I calmed down — because he turned it off.
My breathing steadied.My limbs obeyed.My mind went still.
But it wasn't me controlling any of it.
What did he do to me?Was I becoming his puppet?
Still, I forced a question out — because it was the only thing I still owned.
"Who… who the hell are you? Why are you doing this to me? And—were you really that clown I used to talk to?"
He laughed.Not joyfully, not mockingly — but like something cracked behind his face.
"Those might be the most pathetic questions I've ever heard, Adam."
He approached slowly.Each step felt like a blade carving through the space between us.
He placed the cigarette between my lips.His face hovered inches from mine.
"Yes," he whispered. "I'm the clown you talked to."
His smile sharpened into something that shouldn't exist.
"But that's not the answer you wanted."
His tone shifted — darker, ancient, almost divine in its insanity.
"I am the Fallen Human of the Sin of Madness."
He tapped my chest lightly.
"And you… are Heaven's Heart. The perfect key to kill God."
My lungs froze.
He took the cigarette from my lips, sat back down, and casually said:
"Oh — you can tremble again."
Everything hit me at once.
My breath shattered.My bones felt like they were caving in.His presence wrapped around my throat like a hand.
I snapped.
"What the hell do you mean Heaven's Heart?!What do you mean fallen human?!You're just a worthless clown!"
For the first time, he went still.
Then the smile returned — wrong, stretched, inhuman.
The makeup on his face melted away.His skin cracked like porcelain.His eyes glowed blood-red, dripping madness.His teeth sharpened into something meant for ripping flesh.
He stepped closer.Each footstep shook the room like it feared him.
He grabbed my shoulders.
The pain wasn't physical — it was deeper, like he was tearing threads out of my soul.
His voice trembled with rage.
"Don't. You. Ever. Disrespect me."
The pressure intensified until I could feel my bones screaming.
He leaned close, lips brushing my ear.
"You may scream now."
And I did.
The scream tore out of me uncontrollably — raw, animal, broken.
Jester's laughter ripped through the air.
"That's twice now. Twice Heaven has heard your screams."
Then—
Darkness.The candles died.He vanished.
I collapsed, shaking, sobbing, choking on air that didn't exist.
He said Heaven heard me.
No help came.
Not even from God.
— Sammail —
I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing like something was clawing inside my chest.
"That was Adam's voice… I'm sure.Is this delirium?Or am I actually losing my mind…?"
I called for Jester.
No answer.
Weird.He always shows up when I'm scared — he enjoys it too much.
I bit my nails until they bled.
I staggered into the shower.Hot water poured over my head, steam filling the room.I wiped the fogged mirror—
And the Jester's reflection stood behind me, smirking.
I didn't even flinch.
"After seeing the damned rise every day," I muttered, "and your ugly face on top of that… nothing surprises me anymore."
He handed me a towel."You've got a nice body," he said. "Considering you don't have a cock."
I slammed the door in his face.
After dressing, I went outside to smoke.
Of course he was already waiting.
He held out a hand.I handed him a cigarette.He inhaled deeply.
Then, like it was nothing, he said:
"So. You heard your brother's screams."
My blood went cold.
"You— how the hell do you know that?! He's dead, isn't he?!"
The Jester chuckled.
"I never said I killed him. I only said you wouldn't see him again."
"That's the same thing! So is he dead or not?!"
His smile grew darker.Almost affectionate.
"Well… let me show you."
He clapped his hands.
Darkness swallowed us.
Thousands of candles flared to life—
And Adam sat on a wooden chair.
Silent.Empty.Broken.His soul shredded beyond recognition.
My eyes burned red and black.
"That's an illusion, right? It has to be."
The Jester leaned close, voice soft as a razor.
"You know it's not.You already know."
I clenched my fists.
"Why did you lie to me?! Why did you stop me?!"
He gestured toward Adam.
"It was a surprise.Now… why don't you unwrap your present?"