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"Eugh..."
Adam groaned, blinking a few times before his eyes shot wide opened. He slowly got up from the grown, rubbing his back that was stinging with pain. He looked up at the building in front of him, finding it to be The Heaven Embassy.
He stared at the tall, yellow and white architecture that laid in front of his eyes. The Heaven Embassy? Isn't that in...
...Fuck.
Adam quickly looked around, realising his fate. He was in hell, fucking hell, where the freaks and sinners roamed, with it's bummer atmosphere that made him realise how red and brutal it was. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He cursed as the memories flooded in.
He was in the middle of fighting that fucking fallen angel Lucifer and his shitty daughter. He was yelling at them, when the thrust of a blade pierced through him. Right, he was killed.
Cursing to himself again, Adam slammed his fist against the ground. "Shit! How did I let those fucking clowns- how did they manage to-"
Lute, he suddenly remembered his lieutenant. She yelled out his name as he was dying, a loud scream that even shook him. The last face he saw before he inevitably died, smiling at her as he lost his life. And he could've sworn he saw her cry (though his vision was blurred and fading as he was dying), was she crying? No, Lute's too fucking tough to do that... right?
He shook his head and made his way to a reflective surface somewhere, which was just small, broken pieces of glass scattered on the ground. It was hard to use as a mirror, but he can't just walk up to some sinner and ask for one, or at least he didn't want to. Plus, he didn't have the patience or the respect to do that, asking a favour from dirty sinners? He's Adam, for God's sake!
Slowly and carefully, he looked at himself. He couldn't make up his appearance clearly, but he could tell he didn't look the same as before. The man in that shitty mirror, the reflection that stared back at him, it was him, no denying that. He gagged, feeling disgusted and disturbed for allowing himself to be turned into another one of these demons.
With absolutely no idea what to do, he ran. Ran all the way to where that stupid hotel that he destroyed was. He smirked at himself, remembering that and feeling proud for being able to at least obliterate the one thing that the princess was working so hard on before he got killed.
Would his body still be there, in the rubble? His hot, angelic, fuckable body, covered in his own golden ichor? Would he be able to somehow get back to heaven? Or is he doomed to be stuck as a demon for eternity, rotting amongst the rest of these losers in this purgatory?
And he stopped. Stopped as he neared the area of the princess's passion project, seeing them all encourage each other and rebuilding the hotel or whatever. These idiots just won't give up, huh? He got closer, noticing them all gathering around somewhere and sprinted to where his body would be.
He stopped, he looked down.
"Holy shit."
There it was. God, there it really was, his handsome body laid on the ground like another common corpse in this hellhole. He got closer, noticing his halo was gone (Who the fuck stole it?!). He wanted to laugh, laugh at how fucked up and unbelievable this whole situation was, laugh at himself for getting killed by some bitch and losing to those demonic assholes. He was suppose to be worshipped by these fuckers, he was the first man, he started everything on Earth-
But his train of thought abruptly stopped as he heard a voice behind him ask a question and calling him out, making him flinch.
"Who the hell are you?"