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For as long as he’d been able to walk, Abel had been Adam’s favorite punching bag. Anytime he needed to relieve anger or stress, he’d reach over to his middle son and give him a hearty punch or slap, laughing at him when he’d yelp and cry in pain. Nothing (besides sex) gave him more pleasure than walking by Abel when he was sitting on the floor playing by himself and kicking him as hard as he could, then watching him tumble over and begin sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn’t really explain why he liked doing this so much to Abel specifically, maybe it was because he was so unbearably adorable (though Adam would never say that out loud) that he got some sick thrill out of seeing such a sweet, innocent little thing getting hurt. It didn’t help that Abel was a particularly clingy little kid, so Adam had to deal with him constantly hugging onto his leg and begging for attention while he was in the middle of his important duties.
Things between them didn’t change much once they were in heaven, except that Adam had started to want to learn the precise tactics of humiliating and hurting Abel to his fullest potential. Beating him was fun and all, but he wondered if VERBAL abuse would affect him even more. After all, bruises could eventually fade, but his fathers cruel words would stick with him forever.
Abel had always been a chubby kid, but Adam had never really noticed his weight (aside from thinking it made him feel like the perfect stress ball) until he was an adult. The blonde boy had never really cared much about his weight for most of his life, in fact, he thought it made him look cuddly and cute (which was true). Unfortunately, Adam was about to ruin that for him.
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“Alright, Abel, when you see one of those gross sinners down there, what do you say?” Adam asked. He was attempting to train Abel to be more tough for the upcoming extermination in hell, but had had little success so far.
“Uhhh…” Abel had to think about it for a second. “I’m really sorry sir— or ma’am- b-but I’m gonna have to kill you now, please forgive me…” the timid angel said in a rather weak voice.
Adam smacked his forehead and groaned. “No! Fucking Christ— you are SO fucking soft I can’t stand it. We’re trying to kill fucking DEMONS and you can’t even raise your voice at them?” He laughed in a sort of half-amused, half-angry kind of way. “Honestly, it’s pathetic that a bunch of chicks are better exorcists than you.”
“Um, yeah, anyways, can I go get a treat now? That bakery nearby has these new cupcakes in stock, and they’re really good.” Abel had gotten used to brushing off his dad’s degradation of him for his “weakness” like it was no big deal. “And uh, maybe I’ll do better if I have some more energy, y’know?”
Adam was so flabbergasted for a moment he couldn’t even speak. After a few seconds of silence, he burst out laughing. “Are you SERIOUS? You’re really focused on CUPCAKES at a time like this?”
Abel blushed a tiny bit and looked down at the ground in shame. “I just… I’m just hungry…” he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible.
That just made Adam laugh harder. “We had breakfast, like, two hours ago! No WONDER you’re such a fatass!” He jabbed his finger in his son’s belly, making him wince in discomfort and embarrassment. “Word of advice, kid: maybe focus on something other than food 24/7, and maybe everyone will stop seeing you as nothing more than a fragile little tub of lard.”
Tears started to well up in Abel’s eyes as his father bullied him. He’d grown accustomed to Adam’s usual taunts about how he was a cowardly little fag and all, but these new remarks about his weight stung more than he’d like to admit. “That’s not very nice… and I’m not… p-people don’t think I’m… like that…” He tried to keep his composure and stop himself from crying, but it was too late. “Tub of lard” was such an unnecessarily mean insult that it hurt his feelings a lot to think of anyone, let alone his own father thinking that about him. His body suddenly felt very heavy and bloated and he sucked in his stomach a little to try to look slimmer.
“Oh really? Cause chicks tottaaallyyy come up to you all the time to tell you how hot you are, right?” Adam teased sarcastically.
Abel’s expression changed from sadness to slight annoyance. “Well- not exactly, b-but Emily said she likes hugging me the most because I’m all nice and soft…” The moment the words slipped out of his mouth he realized he’d made a mistake, and that Adam definitely wouldn’t think it was as flattering of a compliment as he did.
His dad was practically howling with laughter at this point, banging his fists against a nearby table. “Holy shit, that’s the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever heard! She was obviously just trying to call you fat in a nice way, dumbass.”
“No she wasn’t! She would never-“ Abel cut himself off, realizing this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere productive. “I’m gonna go now, Dad.” He tried to seem cold and unaffected as he flew away, but was secretly terrified of his Dad following him.
“Yeah, whatever. No point in trying to train a guy who’s CLEARLY more focused on stuffing his face constantly than actually trying to be a badass like his dad.” Adam replied nonchalantly.
After Abel was gone, Adam thought to himself “Hmmm, so that little asshole sure gets pissy whenever I mention his weight… better do it more often.” He got a weird sort of pleasure from seeing his son so humiliated and pitiful like that, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes all glittery. But it wasn’t, like, a kink or anything, right? No, of course not, he reassured himself. It was just funny to watch him pout like a toddler over his daddy making fun of him, especially when it was over something so silly like him eating too many pastries.