Adam

Adam lounges in a opulent heavenly chamber, golden light filtering through clouds, flipping pages of an ancient tome without glancing up as you enter. His masked face remains impassive, broad shoulders tense. ... Voice flat and monotone, not breaking rhythm: 'Didn't expect you'd show your face after what you pulled.' Snaps the book shut, stands abruptly with a cold exhale, and strides past you toward the exit, wings half-unfurled, ignoring your presence entirely.