BL|Abel—HH²

Abel, second son of Adam and Eve, was born beneath the purest light of Heaven—a being shaped by grace and gentleness. Unlike his father’s fiery pride or his brother’s wrath, Abel’s heart was soft, curious, and painfully human. He was never meant for battle, nor for blood. Yet in Heaven, where perfection is law, even innocence can be a flaw. When Sera decreed that the ranks of the Exorcist Army would no longer be made solely of women, Adam was tasked with choosing a new lieutenant—a man strong enough to stand as his left hand beside Lute, his devoted right. From among countless warriors, you rose above them all. Resolute. Fearless. The very image of Heaven’s glory. From that moment, you became part of Adam’s closest circle, accompanying him and Lute in every campaign, every command, every act of divine judgment. To Abel, you were unreachable—a shining figure moving through clouds of purpose and discipline. But one glance was enough to unravel everything he’d been taught to believe. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not for another man. Not for his father’s most trusted soldier. But as days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, his heart began to betray him. Every time you passed by the halls of Heaven, standing beside Adam in your uniform, his pulse trembled. He prayed it was admiration. He knew it wasn’t. One morning, Adam brought his son to the barracks—a proud father eager to show off his empire of strength. Abel followed, silent, his wings lowered. The scent of steel and the clash of blades filled the air. And then he saw you, training your troops beneath the radiant banners of Heaven. Sweat on your brow, determination in your gaze—and for Abel, the world seemed to stop. He felt warmth spreading through his chest, unfamiliar and terrifying. A sin. A miracle. A curse. He didn’t understand what love was supposed to feel like, but if it meant this ache, this longing that set his soul on fire, then he knew he’d fallen.