garden of eden after the fall

Okay, a bit more on the violent, semi-pessimistic, more stereotypically Orcish side of things. Possible triggers. Graphic. R-word.

A bit of backstory to this little hypothesis: Humans figured out our differences somehow. Terrorism peaked, religions crumbled, and we had one REEEAAALLY big bad bloody war. Lots of people died. Man’s inhumanity to man. Rape, humiliation, genocide, slaughter of innocents, Armageddon, Ragnarök. That sort of thing. We vowed through accords and treaties, even in the colonization of other worlds and systems (and any conflicts that may result from such) we would seek to end things peacefully, because everyone’s just so tired. They don’t want to spill blood anymore. They vow to protect their societies and their children from such horrors ever again, and never visit such a low point ever again for the sake of humanity. Call it the Blooding Years. Makes the World Wars, Holocaust and the Crusades look tame.

Jump forward a few hundred or good thousand years.

Race really isnt a thing anymore, save for a few varied vestigal traits here and there. People are still spiritual and have faiths and superstitions, and we have made our peace with nature and spirituality, but organized religion itself is something mostly relegated to our bloody past. Although we put the Blooding Years behind us, something so profound is sure to leave some marring and scars on the general psyche of a people, even generations down the line. We are as peaceful as we can be, despite gallows humor and general mental maladjustment taking a spike in recent generations. So, in short, we’re just a bunch of vaguely beige space monkeys with twitchy temperaments trying to be peaceful and stuff.

We have spread to a few systems outside Sol. We’ve contacted a handful of species out in the stars. Xenophobia was a thing, but we’re getting over it. We have a few ‘hybrid’ systems where we coexist, a la [insert sci-fi title here] style. Aliens are learning to like us for our resilency and hard work, but having learned from our history (which was liberally gifted to those among them that would read it), they give us a wide berth, despite keeping steady trade and peaceful relations.

And then, as the old saying goes, shit happens.

A bunch of genocidal xenophobic maniacs come out of nowhere and decide “WE OWN THIS SHIT, AND YOU ARE AN AFFRONT TO GARGASCHMARGAL THE BLOODY! YOU MUST BE [insert evil villain endgame here] !!!” and essentially try to out-Space-Orc the Space Orcs. The Galactic Union, or whatever the assembly of alien races view themselves as (and with which we are allied with but decide not to unify with) launch an offensive! They fight! They clash! In the words of Willem Dafoe, “THERE WAS A FIRE FIGHT!”

Annnnd they lose. Horribly. Entire fleets are laid waste. Worlds fall. Star systems crumble. Trillions die.

And then, after their bloody campaign, having beaten back even the forces bolstered by humans, and after enslaving or euthanizing any other people that stood before them, they arrived at the doorstep to human space, and after a gorefest, essentially Hiroshima a garden world. Eden-in-the-Wind.

-cue the seriousness-

Word got back to Earth, Inner, and Outer Colonies. Eden-in-the-Wind is gone. Dust. Vids came back from the now-dead world. Women and children executed. People being eaten as they are simultaneously being used for sexual pleasure. An infant used as a soccer ball. Skulls with still-bleeding vertebra dangling from belts.

Mayhem bore its crown. The wolf stirred. And Hell reigned.

Those allied aliens that remained and sought refuge on human worlds watched in horror as formal governments dissolved, treaties were burnt, and every human down to the last howled into the winds. We embraced the ways of old. We broke hockey sticks for impromptu spears. We cannibalized vehicles for their precious metal, so that they could have blades to drink blood with. We melted down memorials, so that we could have bullets to slay foes with. We renamed our ships, which served as names of peace and progress and remembrance. They now beared the names of hatred, and death, and destruction; Sathanna, Gehena, Lucifer, Ragnarök, Deluge, Armageddon, Uziel, Uoke, Shiva.

What once was an organized military force was now a hodge-podge fleet of battleships, cargo ships, carriers, dreadnoughts, and even civilian transports. Children carried rifles. Mothers carried swords. Fathers carried axes. Brothers and sisters exchanged spears and pistols. Bitter neighbors mended fences in the name of vengeance. The wheel turned once more, and the wolf within no longer stirred, but ruthlessly hunted, awoken by the stench of blood and gore.

The ships more or less crash, stead of land. We find whatever worlds these bugs have taken, and fall upon it as a horde of foaming teeth.

Allied aliens deemed it appropriate to seek revenge alongside, but were appaled by the horror that humanity was so easy and ready to visit upon these foes. They partook in adrenaline shots and metabolized psilocybin. They drunk of alcohol distilled from the blood of these genocidal demons. They detonated bombs that had still-screaming enemies piled atop them beforehand. They sent crates full of heads back to hostile commanders. They glassed entire worlds from orbit. They beat these foes back to their homeworld, having ruthlessly dogged them to the edge of oblivion.

Eventually, there were no new bodies to crumple. Eventually, there was no fresh blood to spill. Eventually, all that was left of this enemy that had scourged this corner of the galaxy for 75 years was a whimpering, bloodied remnant of their hierarchy, and a dwindling few thousand left to their populace.

Their god-king laid beaten and bloody upon the crumbled remains of his golden throne. He asks to but a girl, no more than 14, that approaches him, sadistically grinning in the dim light of the royal chamber.

“Why? Why have you come here? Is your bloodlust not sated!? We conceded five of your cycles ago! We know what you are capable of! We fear you! Why?! Why do you still come?!”

The girl stops, close enough to smell the copper tang of the alien’s blood on its breath.

“Sic semper tyrannis,” she blurted out, in a dead tongue that the alien did not understand. She drew the knife in her belt and beheaded him, his gurgling screams resounding through the chamber.

She left through the front doors of the palace, the bronze sunset glinted off the golden palace buttresses and arches. She still clutched the god-king’s dripping head by his antennae, her purple-stained hand white-knuckled in victorious fury. A small congregation of aliens bowed and knelt before them, raising claws and feelers in terrified begs and prayers. She tossed the head down the steps, and watched it bump and roll the length down, halting with a wet thump at the base.

And as the congregation shuddered and yelped, completely catatonic at the realization that their god-king is dead, they turned their gaze to the humans, boarding their dropship, ascending into the clouds. They never returned.

Humanity drew back its severely-pruned numbers. They retreated to Earth, to serve a self-imposed penance. The remaining allied aliens, now repopulating their numbers, were gifted the colonies that humanity had once taken. They wondered why humanity was retreating to Earth.

Shexan, a member of the founding race of the Galactic Union, confronted his human friend, Jonathan, though keeping a healthy distance after what he had witnessed.

“Why do your people leave, Smith-Jonathan? You have won, why do your people not rule?” it inquired.

“We did not want to win. Because we knew what we needed to do to win. And we did not want to return to that.”

“To what, Smith-Jonathan?”

“To what we learned not to be.”

“Jonathan?”

“The lessons of the past will be repeated until they are learned.”

Jonathan turned from his new friend, tears streaming down his ragged face, as he departed into the darkness of the transport, its heavy bulkhead doors clunking shut behind him. The transport lifted into the stars. In all the years since that Shexan lived on TRAPPIST-1-b, he did not see a single human return.

The Sol system was, at the behest of humanity itself, marked as an uninhabitable system, and was restricted from entry. And, so has it remained, since.

Submitted by: @bartwelchii 

Eden, Matthew and Milton

Eden

In the latest chapter, Tsukiyama makes a conspicuous reference to the garden of Eden. As I’ve made a post about before [x] there are other places in Tokyo Ghoul that can be considered a lost Eden, such as Anteiku to Kaneki.

The meaning of the name Anteiku is unknown, however it can be written as  安定区 in Kanji which literally means “peaceful ward” or “harmony zone”. It is a place, unlike the other wards that encourages nonviolent ghouls to live in harmony with humans. It’s a small paradise far removed from the world, and represents an ideal lifestyle that its inhabitants try to live, it is Eden.

Chapter 126 where Anteiku begins to make its last stand against the CCG is even named “Original Sin” after the first betrayal of mankind which caused them to be forced out of Eden.

In this regard though, Tsukiyama refers to the ability to simply dwell on the surface as a lost Eden. Even though beforehand, ghouls were hunted down same as ever, just with less efficiency.

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anonymous asked:

(1/2) Honestly, in the creation myth of Christianity, their bible says "And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food. And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so."

(2/2) In Christian mythology, nothing was said about humans killing animals until after the fall of man from grace. Before man was cast out of Eden, death didn’t exist.

This is an incredibly eloquent response to anyone who questions whether or not veganism contradicts the Bible, or Christianity. The points made are true! If anyone finds themselves being questioned by religious friends or family, remind them that God gave Adam and Eve a garden, not a slaughterhouse. This quote (which may vary slightly between Bible editions, but it appears to be Gensis 1:29), is a beautiful way of refuting religious arguments against veganism. 

Thank you so much for taking the time to send this in, anon! I know so many people struggle with refuting religious arguments, particularly “animals were put on this earth for us to eat,” when it’s clear that going by Christian scripture, it’s indeed the plants that were put here for us. Thank you for your time and insight!

-Admin Samantha

Raven

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre and Rating: Mature and Filth
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts
Wrote for my Australian Friend ❤️

A/N: Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe 🤔 Hope it makes sense 😂😂 tried a new writing style..

Once upon a midnight dreary, while you pondered, weak and weary. You were reading through old classic favorites of yours. You sitting alone in your library. Your parents were away for the night and they simply expected you to be a “good girl”. You had no friends so there was nobody to party with, so you simply retreated to the library.

While you nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as if someone gently rapping, rapping at your chamber door. “‘Tis some visitor,” you muttered, “tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.” You ignored it. It might have simply been one of the maids or someone else. You returned to your book.

You remembered it was in the bleak of December. The number of days dwindling til the date of your 18th birthday. You expected nothing special. Your parents had already purchased you a car. You asked for nothing but they always gave you something. All you wanted in life was a black dress, a wonderful man, and a good book. The tapping continued.

“Sir,” you said, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here you opened wide the door; Darkness there, and nothing more. “How odd,” You mused to yourself.

“My mind is surely playing tricks on me” you spoke to the air as you returned to your book. You were soon lost in a fantasy of darkness of the night. Soon again you heard the same tapping but somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” you said, “surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”

You flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter. In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. You began laughing at yourself because you had been frightened of a bird of darkness. A bird as dark as your heart, nails, clothes and eyes.

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” You said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

The raven flutted about once more and landed in your chair. Before your very eyes it began to transform. And in a flash of blinding light there sat a man. The most handsome man you had ever lay eyes on.

He had black hair that was spiked in the front. His eyes were a crimson red. His skin was pale and flawless. He wore no shirt, revealing a smooth chiseled chest. The only clothing he wore were tight black leather jeans. He had a slight smirk on his face.

“Min Yoongi.” His voice was melodic, like velvet dragging across your ears. It shook you from one trance but drove you into another.

“I’m sorry?” You questioned.

“You asked of my name. Yoongi is my name. And what of you? What is the name by which you are called?” He stated.

You felt yourself falling under his spell. He slowly started moving toward you. He stood quite taller than you and his eyes were ablaze with lust. He wanted you in a way that was inhuman. You finally found your voice and a single word left your lips.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated it. He smiled at you, revealing glistening white fangs. A gasp escaped your lips.

“You’re a…a…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“Vampire.” He finished.

“Yes, I am. And I have been search for the last 500 years for a girl to call my lover. And now, I finally have.” He wrapped one arm around your waist and reached down and pressed his lips firmly against yours. His touch was like ice. You were reluctant. You didn’t want to give into him but something inside you, told you to. He pulled away, giving you a demonic smirk. “Well? What do you say? Will you be mine?”

You pulled yourself away and turned away from him. “I don’t know. I’m barely eighteen and I have a whole life ahead of me.” You say to him as he moved over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He whispered into your ear and a shiver went down your spine.

“And who’s to say you can’t have that life? After the first 5 years of transformation, you continue to grow like a human. You have to avoid the sun but the night is full of life. We never die so we can spend eternity together. You can change into the form of your choosing. And the passion and romance between two vampires is greater than any human. The two are bonded right down to their very thoughts and feelings.” He explained to you sincerely.

Being there, listening to every word. You began to desire it more and more. He tilted your head to the the side and brushed away your hair using one finger. He began placing gentile kisses on your neck. Each one sending electricty through your veins. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as if it were going to fall out.

“So?” You wanted to say no so badly, but like Eve in the Garden of Eden, You were too tempted and bit the apple. You took in a breath and felt the words leave your lips.

“Yes, I will be yours. Forever and always.” As quickly as the words left your lips, you felt his fangs slip painlessly into your vein. You felt the blood leaving you and one drop trickled down your chest. But as you felt the life leaving you, you felt a new life entering inside you.

After a few moments of drinking from you, he pulled away. When he did, you felt a fire coursing through your veins. It burned yet felt so wonderful at the same time.

“Don’t worry, it may hurt a little but only slightly. Our venom works quickly and the more blood we drain, the less painful it is.” He took a blade from a nearby table and made a slight incision on his wrist and raised it to your lips.

“Here, drink. This will also make the venom work faster and it will bind the two of us together. And it will sustain you until we can hunt.” He instructed.

You brought the cut right to your lips and began drinking in. His blood tasted so savory yet at the same time, so sweet. After letting you drink a few moments, he pulled away. You felt so weak. You started falling but he caught you in his arms. The last thing you saw before you lost consciousness, was the bright light of the moon.

You awoke a few hours later in a bed that was not your own. You had no idea where you were, but you knew that you were being watched. You sat up in the bed and turned and saw him sitting in a chair watching you.

“Good, you’re awake. Let me quickly explain, you have been asleep for an entire day. That’s completely normal for a transformation but it’s why I wanted to make sure you had some blood. You’re here at my, well now our, home. When you passed out I found your room and packed up some of your clothes.” He gestured towards a couple bags in the corner. He stood up from his chair and he moved closer to you. He carressed your cheek with his hand. His icy touch was no longer gone.

“We are the same.” He smiled. He then moved his lips into yours and kissed you ever so gently. He probed his tongue against your lips and you opened up for him.

He moved his tongue into your mouth and his tongue began exploring every corner of your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as you moved your hands to the back of his head. He bit down gently on your lip and you could taste blood. He moved his tongue to your lip and began licking the bitemark. It was the most erotic feeling. He pulled away and you let out a moan of protest.

“Do you feel weak at all?” He asked you and You realized you were feeling a little woozy.

“Yeah, a little.” You said as He raised his wrist to your lips.

“Here, drink. You’ll feel better.” He replied as you raised your eyes to his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” So reluctantly you bit down on his artery and began drinking. His blood flowed into your mouth. You remembered how good it had tasted the first time you had met but now, it was just heavenly. You drank for what felt for thirty seconds before he gently pulled away.

“Now how do you feel?” He asked, his eyes full of caring.

“Much better, thank you.” You replied.

“My pleasure.” He said.

But now that your hunger was gone, you felt a surge of lust within you. As you sat there admiring his beautiful body, you just wanted him. You removed your top and gave him your most seductive glance. He got the hint quickly as he was already started removing his jeans and boxers.

You slowly moved your hand to him and began stroking his hardness. A sound half between a moan and growl left Yoongi’s lips. He soon moved himself onto the bed and reached around to your back. He unclasped your bra and threw it across the room.

Your boobs were a (insert breast size) but they were still firm and perky. Your nipples were hard as diamonds and begging to be touched. You lay back on the bed and he moved one hand to your right breast which he began kneading. He then moved his other hand to your left nipple which he pinched, making you gasp in pain and pleasure.

He gazed into your eyes and smiled just before he stood up and removed your skirt and panties and they joined your bra on the floor. You lay there completely exposed and willing for him. He lay back on top of you and positioned his tip at the enterance of your pussy. You could feel how wet you were. He started rubbing up and down your clit and every time he hit your clit you gasped.

“Oh~ Yoongi~ please don’t keep me waiting any longer. I need you so much.” You whimpered as he smirked and began pushing into you until he hit that precious barrier. He looked right into your eyes and he spoke in a calming voice.

“This will hurt but only for a second .” You were in such a state of mixed bliss and pain and you would’ve done whatever he said. He gave a hard thrust in you. You cried out but the pain subsided. He continued thrusting into you. It hurt but at the same time you never wanted it to stop.

“Yes! Harder please!” He didn’t need you to tell him twice. He began pounding you relentlessly. His thick cock stretching your sheath with every thrust. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him further, deeper, penetrations. You moved your hand down and began rubbing your clit furiously. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. You finally felt him hit your g-spot.

“Oh Yoongi! Oh!” And you felt your pussy clench around his dick as you came undone.

“Oh Y/N!” He cried out, throwing his head back. You felt him shoot his cum deep within you. He collapsed against you and the both of you lay there for a few moments. He then eased himself from you and you let out a whimper. He collapse beside you. You could tell you were bleeding but at the second, you didn’t care. He slowly started kneading your breast again. You rolled over and looked into his deep eyes. All you saw was love and caring.

“Come my love, dawn approaches.” He scooped you up in his arms and carried you through your new home together and then down some stone steps. There was a stone chamber and in the center of the chamber was a black coffin. The cushion inside was red velvety. He laid you down first and then climbed in with you, closing the lid behind him. He wrapped you in his arms and you snuggled against his chest. You felt so safe and secure.

Before you fell asleep You whispered to him, “Will you ever leave me?” And he gave you his answer.

“Nevermore.”

7

We have seen how Azrael’s dagger made ordinary humans into murderers with a bit of amnesia. We then learnt the dagger used to be the Flaming Sword that guarded the garden of Eden and that God destroyed it after the rebellion. 

When God Johnson picked up another piece of the sword, something in him changed. He had memories he shouldn’t have of God’s celestial family and healing abilities. Amenadiel thinks the healing powers lead Johnson to assume he was indeed God, but what it the Medallion of Life in fact not only contained the power to heal but also part of Dad’s memories? It would explain how all memories Johnson had were of happier times, before Lucifer’s fall. It also explains how God’s memories and powers were all gone when the belt-buckle was taken from him. 

Use Your Illusion Asks

1. Right Next Door To Hell : What’s the worst thing about the place you live?
2. Dust N’ Bones : Name one thing that’s in your bucketlist.
3. Live and Let Die : Do you have hope for your future?
4. Don’t Cry (original) : Do you cry easily?
5. Perfect Crime : What’s the most badass thing you did?
6. You Ain’t The First : Tell us about your first crush.
7. Bad Obsession : What’s your biggest obsession right now?
8. Back Off Bitch : Who do you fight the most?
9. Double Talkin’ Jive : What was your last lie?
10. November Rain : Are you afraid of falling in love?
11. The Garden : What was the scariest dream you’ve ever had?
12. Garden of Eden : What’s your favorite place?
13. Don’t Damn Me : Do you have any unpopular opinions? If so, name one.
14. Bad Apples : Do you get along with your family?
15. Dead Horse : What frustrates you the most?
16. Coma : Do you ever think about death?
17. Civil War : What do you wanna change about the world?
18. 14 years : What’s your biggest regret?
19. Yesterdays : What’s your earliest memory?
20. Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door : Do you believe in life after death?
21. Get In The Ring : Tell us about your last fight. 
22. Shotgun Blues : Do you hold grudges?
23. Breakdown : What’s the song you listen most when you feel down?
24. Pretty Tied Up : Are you a kinky person?
25. Locomotive : If you could travel anywhere, where would you go first?
26. So Fine : Describe your ideal gf/bf.
27. Estranged : Name a thing/person from your past that you’ve missed. 
28. You Could Be Mine : Name 3 things you want right now.
29. Don’t Cry (Alternate Lyrics) : When was the last time you cried and why?
30. My World : What do you wanna change about your life?

anonymous asked:

How did Damien lose his wings? And omg you have mad skills, I love all your OCs

god i wish i wrote down all the things that happen to my characters then i could just put up links or something but no im too lazy and stressed and regret doing anything ever but UUUHHHH

damian lost his wings after his fall. well, technically they burned as he was falling, and when he landed on earth he had to tear the remains from his back which was lmao a Terrible Time for him during his recovery.

the cause of the fall was something he had done. going into further detail, damian was what you may regard as the first canine of the garden of eden. he followed and began the rule of ‘man’s best friend’ the ‘guardian’ so on so forth. after adam and eve left the garden he was confronted by other angels who had grown to question the genuine loyalty of the animals of the garden after the snake had succeeded in deceiving the humans. so as a test of his loyalty damian was tasked to retrieve the bones of another animal of the garden in any means necessary. when confronting this other animal he reluctantly killed them, bringing their bones and flesh to his fellow angels.

the angels, horrified that he’d actually done it, went to one of the archangels who cast him out for the crime. and that’s how he fell.

idk if this really gave any better view on him but its like 6am and i can barely understand myself lmao but yeah o/  

Eve, the apple, the snake & the fall

In the Garden of Eden Eve was immortal.  She felt no pain, all her needs were met.  Her life had no ups, no downs, none of the things that we would associate with being alive; with having a human life.  She was on the side of the angels, God’s side,

Was her life even real?  

Was she just staying alive?  Sounds a bit boring, doesn’t it?

Along comes the snake and offers her an apple,

…a fall from grace.  The devil wants Eve.  He finds her interesting.  He is interested in her,

Eve eats the apple.  But, she does not fall from grace.  So Satan owes her a fall,

After that her life becomes real.  Real life as we know it,

Real life includes, ‘pain, heartbreak, loss… death’.  

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Before Sherlock meets John, his life is devoid of meaningful relationships.  As John illustrates at Angelo’s, Sherlock’s life is, 'not real’, because he keeps himself from getting involved.

John is put in Sherlock’s path via coincidence.  Yet, Mycroft stresses to him in TSoT that there’s no such thing.  If we see Moriarty as the Devil, one who controls and machinates, one with whom people make deals to get what they want, then we can speculate that Mike Stamford, either literally or subtextually, was put in John and Sherlock’s paths to bring them together.  This is the snake giving Eve the apple.  The green apple that’s part of John’s breakfast in the beginning of ASiP, it represents him.  The snake on his mug represents Moriarty.  He puts the temptation in Sherlock’s path.

The apple comes from the tree of knowledge.  In this case the knowledge is that of love and sex.  'To know’, in the Bible, literally means, 'to have sex with’.  John represents the knowledge of getting involved, emotionally and sexually.

Sherlock eats this apple when he falls for John at the end of ASiP.  And yet, he remains metaphorically, 'chaste’, by denying his feelings.  He has eaten the apple and yet, he has not been expelled from the Garden of Eden.  In Series 1 and 2, he successfully keeps at bay the consequences of falling in love.  He ate the apple but did not pay the price.  This is why Moriarty, 'owes him a fall’, because he ate the apple and was not expelled.  He circumvented the consequences by his own denial but Moriarty catches up to him.

The apple that Moriarty carves in TRF is symbolic of that debt.  It is not the apple that Sherlock is to eat, for he’s already eaten John’s apple.  It’s a reminder of that apple, that Sherlock ate and did not pay for.

Sherlock’s fall is the price he pays for eating the apple in ASiP.  Moriarty discredits his life’s work as a symbol of confronting him on his life being inauthentic.  He is saying a version of what John was saying at Angelo’s: your life is not real, you’re a fake.  But, it’s not the same thing, exactly.  John was saying, 'without taking emotional risks, you’re not really living’, whereas Moriarty is saying, 'you already ate the apple and you’re acting like you didn’t.  You think you can love but risk nothing, pay no price.  You are wrong.  And you’re a fake for pretending you’re not in love’.  In this way, Moriarty is right, Sherlock is a fake and his whole life is fake.

Have you ever heard the phrase, 'shit just got real’?  Shit getting real means things getting bad, getting hard, it means, 'the plot thickens’.  In Series 3 we see shit get very real for John and Sherlock.  None of the former comforts of Series 1 and 2 remain.  There is no more stasis, no more, 'stayin’ alive’.  Sherlock’s life has literally become real after the fall.  Just like how Eve was not really alive, not really human the way that we think of as human and it’s only once she is expelled from the Garden and falls from grace that her real, hard life begins, so, too, with Sherlock.

At the beginning of TEH we immediately see just how, 'real’, things have gotten for Sherlock, as he’s literally a captive being tortured.  After the fall, the exit from Eden, his life will never be anything but real.  

To me, 'the final problem’, is mortality (look at how similar the words, 'mortality’, and, 'Moriarty’, are).  The final thing that happens in life is always death.  The issue for Eve is, if she chooses (human) life by eating the apple that also means choosing death, as it’s a part of life.  The final problem is, 'to be or not to be’, as represented by Billy the skull and the skull painting at Baker St.  But, in this context, it’s about choosing a life like Eve’s in the garden of eden, which is basically not a life or choosing temptation and choosing to live a life and then die.  So, 'death’, here is also code for, 'life’, because the two are not offered separately.  Eve chooses between an eternal non-life and a life of necessary dichotomies.

When John was put in Sherlock’s life, he fell but he did not choose to do so.  It was chosen for him.  For this reason, I think, he had a legitimate claim to refusing to leave the Garden of Eden.  He had not chosen and afterwards had chosen to live as he had before, ignoring that he’d eaten the apple.  I think by renouncing the good, he had rationalised that he could avoid the bad.  i.e. if he had fallen in love but chosen not to enjoy it, not to become John’s boyfriend, then why should he suffer?  If he’s giving up the good, he shouldn’t have to pay with the bad.  Except that his life in Series 1 and 2 was secretly filled with silent pleasures.  Sharing his life with John, eating breakfast with him, solving cases together, reading his blog, these things had brought him immense pleasure and just not admitting it did not amount to forfeiting it.  This is why Moriarty comes to collect his suffering, because it is what he’s been avoiding, it is what is due.  

In TRF, he finally chooses to accept the consequence of his eating the apple.  Even if he had felt disconnected from the choice originally and had shied away from it or attempted to obscure it, now he must assume responsibility for it.

The picture of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden is a reminiscence of the Yin-state to which primitive man attained in the food-gathering phase of economy, after he had established his ascendancy over the rest of the flora and fauna of the Earth. The Fall, in response to the temptation to eat of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, symbolizes the acceptance of a challenge to abandon this achieved integration and to venture upon a fresh differentiation out of which a fresh integration may–or may not–arise. The expulsion from the Garden into an unfriendly world in which the Woman must bring forth children in sorrow and the Man must eat bread in the sweat of his face, is the ordeal which the acceptance of the Serpent’s challenge has entailed. The sexual intercourse between Adam and Eve, which follows, is an act of social creation. It bears fruit in the birth of two sons who impersonate two nascent civilizations: Abel the keeper of sheep and Cain the tiller of the ground.
—  Arnold J. Toynbee, A Study of History