A gasp of horror echoed through Heaven's corridors and a chilling wind blew through the perfect city. The face of God grew downcast. The Son buried His face in His hands and began weeping profusely. The Spirit groaned in painful agonies not utterable by any created tongue. The beloved man had turned his back on his loving Maker. He had gone out as a prodigal son, believing the devil's lie and breaking the one rule God had made. The Father's heart was crushed. Yes, His treasure, His poema, His child...had chosen the side of the enemy.
Adam had sinned.