He twirled the fruit thoughtfully. He had read the ancient texts that Julius kept locked away in the pavilion, and most of the lore of their people claimed that an apple is what started the degradation of humans at the dawn of time. In this very spot. He took another succulent bite. Of course, he would never be so naïve as to blame such a momentous event on a piece of fruit. He couldn’t even blame Gai’tan, although he had certainly been at work that day. No, humans were responsible for their own fate. If it helped them to sleep at night to blame the apple, so be it. All Bannon cared about was broadening his horizons. Leaving Faedin behind to explore the big, beautiful world beyond. Zakiel had promised him he could live a life of his own choosing if he brought Gai’tan a human. Seemingly an impossible task until the son of Adam showed up on their doorstep. Alas, the little idiot ate the flesh, compromising his purity before Bannon could act. Still, Cal Taylor’s arrival through the veil proved that it could be done.
