Eve's Sin + Prologue (Full One)

Eve's Sin Prologue:

I woke up to head to my casual job as head accountant for Brewer Enterprises, a global metal-making company on Acirema. I got dressed, as usual, and I checked my phone. As it turned out, I missed exactly seven calls from Tonya, my sister beneath the ‘boss.’ I put my phone on ‘Do not disturb’ mode while I continued on my way to work. I walked outside, allowing my body to obtain its proper dose of Vitamin D. Those with melanin in their skin struggle to obtain enough in the fall and winter months due to the sun’s absence.

At work, I finally was able to explain to Daniel why I needed the promotion to ‘head’ accountant so bad: It demonstrates power. The more money one has, the more power one has, but money accounts for nothing, which is why it is the most liquid asset. What need do we humans have for power if God is our weapon? Some people may argue a stance similar to that one. Money, though, can be used to buy better clothes, buy a better house, or even labor or money. Money--is a construct of society with no true value in God’s eyes. Nonetheless, God blessed me with it out of His supreme love, so I will earn it.

My parents would be so proud of me when I got home--after I explained to them that I worked hard for my promotion. In time, I explained, and they were proud that I had worked hard for my promotion.

“Ring ring,” went my telephone.

“I thought you were on ‘Do not disturb,’” I mumbled, answering the call.

“Hi, Eve! It’s Ton, and my husband, Zamu!” Ton screamed through the phone. “Say ‘hi,’ Zamu!”

“Hey, Eve… It’s me,” Zamu whimpered.

“Ugh, what do you guys need from me?”

“The boss needs help! We need to bring him back to life!” Tonya cried.

“Who is ‘the boss,’ and why would I help him when I just got my promotion?”

“Kaeden, the boss!? The man who’s writing this very story!? You don’t know who THAT is!?” Ton exploded from her vocal-hole.

“Tell the boss he’s gonna die. Playing God is a sin anyways,” I sighed, letting her escape again.

“The boss is gonna die!” she whined. “He’ll be gone from us forever! Also, no, I wouldn’t play God; I’m just as Christian as you are!” she continued. “Oh, do you have to be so selfish!?”

“I just think you’re being dumb asking me to join you,” I explained. “I have nothing to gain from this whole thing. What do you mean you aren’t playing God, by the way?”

“The boss isn’t actually dead,” Zamu said, sounding more like a man than before. “We use ‘back to life’ as a way to say ‘back to the life of writing.’ We just want him back writing again. Another thing, though, is that the boss is thinking about reviving you at the end of your story, at least he was until he died. If he brings you back to life, it won’t be like playing God because you’re a fictional character, so what’s in it for you is a second life. So, can you please help us out with this, if not for our sake for yours?”

I sighed and responded, “Fine.” The two on the other side of the phone celebrated, as if I had just offered them a new life. I, however, was still struggling to smile. I sinned; I truly did an unholy deed. I killed my fellow man in the pursuit of earthly greed. God will punish me accordingly in Hell, as He should. I was so caught up in impressing my parents, coworkers, and friends that I’d lost sight of the LORD’s way, so I had no right at this point but to face my consequences…

…or hide the evidence and avoid my consequences altogether. Only the LORD needs to know I—sinned against my neighbor—no one else. Only God needs to know I—killed his daughter over petty cash.

Amid my head’s pounding, I buried the body of Esther Marie Francos, former head accountant of Brewer Enterprises. I cleaned my house until it was spotless and washed my hands, but I still felt guilty, dirty with sin against my fellow.

I loved doing work with Esther, and she was so sweet and kind, but she was perfect. I hated her for it. Everywhere she went, she smiled; everyone she met, she liked. She got out of college two years later than me, so why did she get promoted before me?

As much as I loved her, I was always jealous, so I killed her just like Cain did his brother.

It just angered me that she always got appreciation when my work was—of a lesser quality than hers. Well, at least I would get away with killing her. No one had the evidence to accuse me of killing her, especially since everyone believed Esther and I were close.

That said, when I headed to the coffee shop to finish my homework—balancing workbooks—I was proven very wrong…

“Eve, can you be honest with me?” a familiar voice asked from behind me. “I have a question, and it’s pretty important.”

“Daniel? Sure, what’s your question?” I asked. It was stupid of me to be curious.

“Do you know why I had a dream about you?”

“No, what was it about?”

“Well, I think it was sent by God, but I don’t know what it means. It had you in it, and you literally broke Esther’s heart; it was made of porcelain. After her heart broke, though, you became this weird holy demon thing and flew high into the air, but then you fell… and died,” he said.

“I… what does all of that mean?”

“Well, you know Esther lost her life, but her body is nowhere to be found. It’s as though she didn’t just die; it seems like a murder. God seems to be giving me pieces to the puzzle. I just want to know why you were in the dream. How did you break Esther’s heart? I thought you two loved each other,” he inquired.

“We did, but we started drifting apart these last couple of months. I don’t think I ever broke her heart though.”

“Why did you break her heart in the dream then? Why was the whole dream about you if you had nothing to do with anything?” He was getting irritated.

I sighed. “Daniel… do you want the truth?”

“Ring ring,” my phone exclaimed. I answered it.

“Are you sure you don’t want to help us save the boss?” Zamu whimpered. “We could really use your help.”

“Fine, where do you want me?”

“I’ve got that part handled!”

I then blinked and was somewhere completely different. It appeared to be an all-white room that was empty and had no walls. Either that or I was hallucinating. Both were very possible by this point.

“Hey! Glad you could join us!” Ton teased. “We came to you because Kaeden’s ‘inner self’ is conflicted. We figured you understood how he felt and could help us understand better.”

“Well, what’s the problem? His inner self shouldn’t be splitting if there’s no reason to.”

“He doesn’t know if he wants to keep writing. He tried using writing to help him grow up, but now he’s left it to search for something.”

“Yeah, that’s quite a problem there,” I responded. “Well, what do the different parts of his inner self want?”

“I don’t know. That’s why we brought you here.”

“We’ve theorized many things: maturity and childhood, normalcy and uniqueness, life and death, etc. The boss represented a lot of these splits in his poetry,” Zamu explained, sounding more manly than before, again.

I then read the poems by the boss and came to a conclusion. “Yeah, I can definitely see how conflicted the boss is here. He’s struggling to understand, so he’s desperately asking questions hoping for answers. I can’t tell whether the boss is trying to be mature or stay a child.”

“I don’t know either, and I don’t even think he knows,” he added. “Who really knows anything about that?”

“And he’s at that weird age where childhood and adulthood have to reconcile into one. That’s what the split is probably representing. He probably won’t get back to writing until he reconciles that split. Sorry guys.”

“You’re just going to give up?” Tonya asked.

“What else is there to do? The problem’s within him, so it’s nothing we can really solve.”

…

“Wait a second!” Ton screamed. “We are within him, in his brain. All we have to do is find the split and destroy it, right?”

“That could destroy the boss. The two halves need to be ‘reconciled,’ meaning reconciled together. If one half is destroyed, that’s half of the boss dead,” Zamu explained.

“He’s got a point. As much as we hate that other half in our heads, it makes some very important points. We can’t kill it; it’d be like killing half of ourselves.”

“Well, thanks for that I guess,” Ton sighed. “You can go on about your day now.”

Zamu then placed me back in the coffee shop in the same position as though nothing changed, and the conversation continued as though nothing changed.

“Daniel… do you want the truth?” slipped from my voice-hole.

“Yes, whatever it may be.”

“I killed Esther, Daniel—”

“—Why did you do that? Why would you—?”

“--but you have to forgive me. I was confused and greedy. I wanted what she had so much that I killed her. I’m sorry.”

“Here, let’s continue this somewhere more private,” Daniel suggested, walking us to the Grand Lava-Arch of Acirema, located beside the Great Lava-Mountain of Acirema.

Eve's Sin

There was once a girl named Eve who struggled with sin. She was a religious 20-year-old, nonetheless, but she struggled with her ‘inner self,’ Eve. Eve was an innocent girl, knowing not what evils were in the world; she was exactly what her parents wanted her to be.

Eve could not have been farther from that. Eve was what her parents were trying to bury underneath Eve. That monster of a woman was never meant to exist; however, the monster of a woman grew bolder as Eve grew older.

Daniel and Eve were atop a cliff.

“Eve, you killed someone!” Daniel asked onto her. "You violated one of the Ten Commandments of our LORD God!”

“Daniel, you have to understand—“ Eve appeared once more before Eve’s eyes. “—she was in my way. I didn’t mean to do it, but—she made me—forced me to do—what I did. There was nothing just about what—she—did.” Eve attempted to point at herself.

Eve was trembling now; Daniel frozen in terror. Eve was controlling the conversation, pulling into it more sin, but only the woman Eve knew. Eve thought into herself:

(Eve, I hate you! I hate you as though you’re Hell itself! You’re nothing but sin; why are you a part of me!?)

Eve then answered the thoughts of Eve:

(I’m that part of you that you keep locked away in the tower of holiness! Remember!? The tower at Babel that the people built to get up to the LORD is where you tried to keep me locked away.)

Eve grasped her head in confusion, and Daniel asked was she okay. She was okay in the body but not in the mind.

“Daniel! I’m screaming! ¡Estoy gritando, Daniel! I need—nothing; I need more than—nothing.” Eve clenched her head once more as it did pound. She then asked herself:

(How do I make this stop?)

Eve answered her:

(Break the tower.)

(What tower, Eve!?)

“Eve… hey, I’m sorry,” Daniel spake. “I just miss you. Before you were so perfect, I remember the days when—“

“—When, what, Daniel!? When I didn’t kill people out of fits of anger? I remember those days, too.”

Daniel continued: “I remember when I used to just love you for you; I remember before you got your promotion—“

“—You mean back when I—was poor?”

“I mean, Eve, before you used to strive for things like promotions, when you were—“

“—sinful!? Well, guess what? I’m not asking for forgiveness.”

Eve then fell backward ten feet, then twenty, then twenty-hundred-thousand.

Daniel said upon Eve’s soul: “I loved you, Eve. I loved the true you, the perfect you: I loved the you that was willing to be weak, willing to be poor, willing to be human. Eve, I’m sorry pursuing perfection was your greatest sin. You were so perfect, back when you weren’t trying to be. You didn’t have to hide things. That led to all of your other worst sins.”

Eve had fallen, but she broke Eve’s tower of God-like perfection.