[ WP ] Adam and Eve did n't eat the forbidden fruit , humanity lives in a perfect world , its only problem is keeping the forbidden fruit guarded

It is an unnatural thing for an angel to die. To be an angel is to relinquish death and live eternal, free of doubt, worry loss fear and hate. Humanity has only known of two angels in it's short span. The two sentinels below the tree. 
 
 On the last day of our freedom, well their freedom. Moments before the first sin of our ancestors could be committed they were spared, if or not by chance then by luck. The piece never defiled, the crown never stolen. 
 
 Humans continued on. We lived and died as it was our nature. We continued on and on spiraling through until we became what we were to be shielded from. Dreaded creatures of habit. 
 
 The two sentinels stood imposing before the first on the following day. The scriptures told of how they look and feel and sense and their `` True purpose and meaning'' all being tales. Residing below the tree were the hooded figures, both identical and wielding large swords of light. They did not react to speech nor do they to this day. Their very presence clearly as a barrier to the greatest `` mistake'' we could make. 
 
 History had it's fools. The brave and stupid who were driven by peers or desires of their own volition to steal the apple. Philosophers and scientists from all the ages pondered of the apple and it's guardians, what the rationality of it all meant. How to trick the figures, how to help them if they needed it. Every few years there is a body found of a naive youngster or a desperate fool resting below the tree. It is always split clean in half, and the figures always have a new coat of paint. 
 
 We were corrupt. The first thought of temptation was enough, the act had of committing the first sin was merely the means to an end. A way to start the inferno as kindled curiosity. 
 
 Humans were no longer worthy to be tested, and so we were thought of as lesser to the angels. Well, we speculated. Nobody had ever heard them speak or react even to anything other than an attempted theft and so we had nothing to gauge this conundrum on. 
 
 And then the day of reckoning was upon us. 
 
 Innocence incarnate was the downfall of our idea. The idea that god must of had when he made us. She was small and delicate, lost on a picnic or wandering from mothers reach. The child wondered through a forgotten place to where the walls were falling and the warnings for safety long scoffed at by stronger things. The beings, now long ignored and a topic of dread for the lonely wondered thought stood where they had for as long as we had existed. 
 
 Statues to her, were of no threat. She simply stood below the tree, hunger to be treated at arms length. Her bite was small and respectful and her hunger was satiated immediately. Her eyes widened, and the angels pierced each others chests with their destruction.
