Adam sat at the end of the world. The man named after the first sentenced to be the last. He sat with unfocused eyes staring at nothing.
The Devil knocked on his door. He offered him his finest tea and his cheapest whiskey. The devil just smiled and sat across the old wooden table from Adam.
“You know the world is ending, I’m here to offer you a deal.” He stated. Adam listened but kindly rejected. He told the devil he’d wait to see if God was going to turn up. The devil just nodded and excused himself, understanding completely.
Adam sat thinking over the devil’s words and the promise of judgement day. Death knocked on his door. He offered him any drink he had and the wilted plant in the corner. It was close to death anyway. It’s once green leaves, now brown and yellow. Death just smiled.
“You know soon you will have to make a choice. I will be returning, and you have your choices laid out in front of you. Be careful in which choice you put your faith in. I could take you now if you wish, but it will purely chance where you end up.” Death said. Adam carefully thought over everything that death brought to his attention. He kindly turned him down, saying he wanted to hold on a little longer. Death left silently.
Adam sat taping rhythms of old songs into the wooden table. He could see the sun fading into the horizon, slowing stealing the light it had lent to Earth. He knew he was out of time. He felt disappointed, like every man left alone in his final hours with nothing but a lifetimes of what-if’s and questions, had it all paid off?
He watched as the blood red sky was slowly muffled by darkness as cold blues washed the sky clean. He heard another knock. He turned to see the devil standing in the door frame. He looked as disappointed as Adam felt at the lack of show of heavenly beings.
“Do you want me?” Adam asked, his eyes focused on the sky and the dying world trying to look through rose-tinted lenses.
“There’s no one else I want. I’m here.” The devil replied simply. Adam looked at his face, he could see no traces of lies. He only saw truth.
“Shall we get going?” Adam asked standing up, pulling on his favourite jacket and walking towards the door. The devil walked out leading the way. Adam paused in the door frame. He looked at the old wood. He knocked it once.
He sighed and followed the devil, at the end of the world.