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- Come on, hurry up, you idiots!

Hell wasn't a welcoming place, but since the worst scum were there, it was good for business. The production manager inspected the merchandise and deemed it good enough to be delivered.
Following the Hazbin Hotel's victory over the exterminating angels, parties were taking place all over Pentagram City, and what's a party without a little something to make you smile?

- The customer asked for a kilo, I don't want my head to fall off my shoulders because you can't count how many packages it takes!

The manager didn't care about the orders, but he was going to deliver to Monsieur Vox and Valentino, so he really didn't want to screw up.
But if he succeeded, a possible promotion in their industry was on the horizon, and that meant more money. The warehouse they were using as a base was well-defended, and there was no danger of any competition. While he was lost in thought, a loud commotion was heard outside the warehouse.

- What the hell are you doing?! I said no fucking...

He didn't have time to finish his sentence. The warehouse doors flew open, pouring out a ton of smoke that stung the manager's eyes.

- Damn! It must be the other bastards! What the fuck are you waiting for?! Shoot!!
- We can't see anything, we have to...
- We have to what?! Why aren't you answering?
- It's him!!

The last thing he heard was the employee's scream, a long, loud cry of agony, but the worst part was the other sound. A powerful noise filled the air, continuous, deafening like an engine. An arm landed squarely in his face, filling his mouth with the employee's blood. The arm fell, the shoulder shredded and reddening the entire floor.

- I guess you'll have to interview again for his position.

This was the last sentence the manager heard before his employees' gunshots echoed through the warehouse, the gunpowder they were producing flying. The impacts on the metal echoed, the smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the engine roared even louder.

"I have to get out of here, or I'll die."

He ran toward the back of the warehouse, where all the inventory was stored. He could see the door, a little closer, and he'd be far away from everything. His money was sleeping in his car, he could escape this stinking hole.
An intense pain suddenly appeared in his back, and he went into a gliding flight and found himself flat on the ground. As he screamed in pain, he felt a hot liquid running down his back, while footsteps of boots approached. The manager had the unfortunate idea of ​​looking behind him and saw the instrument of death. Tall, well-built, holding a Winchester 1887 shotgun in one hand and the other holding a Labrys with fine teeth from which escaped the engine noises heard earlier. The man wore knee-high brown boots, blue jeans, and a shirt of the same material but in black with a large gold "A" as a crest.

"Wait, I know who you are! I can supply you with anything you need, I have a contact with the Vees!" You want money, power, gunpowder? Ask and I'll give it to you.
"Too bad, what I want isn't within your reach, you little shit."

The man put away his Winchester, activated a lever on his Labrys, and the teeth began to rotate around the blades like a chainsaw. The manager crawled to put as much distance between himself and death as possible, but his efforts were wasted when one of the blades pierced his back.
He didn't even have the strength to scream as the small teeth sheared into his intestines and gorged themselves with blood. The man finally removed his Labrys from the manager and, avoiding the spreading pool of blood, quietly left the warehouse, the smell of fresh blood and cut flesh lingering in the air. The man fixed his Labrys on his back, returned to the alley adjacent to the warehouse, and began to hum.

That day, a warehouse exploded in Pentagram City. Almost nothing was found inside, just burned and mutilated bodies. But one detail seemed to stand out: the large "A" painted in blood on a car where bundles of bills were burning.

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Pentagram City's Twelfth Street is infamous for its cartels, drug lords, and regulatory accounts of all kinds. This street was inhabited only by the poorest population of Hell, and was full of trash, corpses, and a foul stench. Sinners worked all day to return to rotten buildings where drugs were the only way to smile.
Other than that, there was no joy, with graffiti saying "fuck you" and "I hope you all die" covering the foundations of the buildings.

He moved between the buildings in the dark alleys until he reached the heavy iron door. He pushed his long white hair behind him and inspected the lock. Those glowing red irises on black eyes tried to enter whatever had been chosen through the lock but saw nothing.

"Well, you see the result of discretion, nothing. I swear, my forceful walking is the best way, no matter what Sera thinks."

He unhooked the double-edged chainsaw from his back and inspected the motor. The small teeth were still sharp, the motor powerful enough to spin the chain and reach a speed sufficient to cut through steel. He activated the lever that activated the motor, but nothing happened.

"Obviously, it never works the first time. Humanity is descended from my balls, I have confirmation of that now."

He activated the lever several times before the motor deigned to start. The chain entered the small teeth, producing a low noise and, at the same time, cool temperatures.
The man positioned himself in front of the door and he gave it a hard swipe, the small teeth cutting through the steel like paper. Sparks flew from the contact of his chainsaw as he cut a gap large enough to pass through. Finally, the heavy door fell to the floor with a crash, and he inspected the interior of the building.
The hallway was dimly lit, gloomy, and not at all welcoming. Access points on the walls provided access to the various apartments available in case of illness and in the morning.

- Home Sweet Home.

The man is inspected himself before ascending the stairs. His lightweight, sturdy clothes deserved a good clean, and his bottoms are marked by sales and blood. His long black denim dress is worn over a white T-shirt, and his pants are also black denim.

"It's definitely the best style for cutting up motherfuckers."

He climbs the stairs without haste, knowing full well that his targets were producing drugs at this time of day. When he reach the fifth stage, the effects of the drugs are stronger. Arrive at apartment 506 and inspect the door. She were in rotting wood, with scratches on it and a doormat reading "You Whore."
Smiling, he pulled out his Winchester 1887 and pointed at the door, triggering the detonation, and the shot shattered the door, shattering the apartment. He rushed toward the first enemy, who barely had time to gasp before firing a second cartridge directly into his head, a fatal shot. The casing exited the chamber and fell to the floor, quickly followed by the four others from the shotgun and four bodies. The man had cover and was reloading, so many enemy bullets had disappeared from his body. Drugs were spreading throughout the apartment, scattered by the bullets and the surrounding chaos.

"The one on the left will reload. That will be the moment to let out the death cry."

And since it's available, the motherfucker recharges during lulls, and he activated his chainsaw at full power. He emerged from his hideout and cut directly into his enemy's hiding place, cleaving him in two and repeating the walls of blood. The others fled in the face of this unleashing of violence but were instantly recaptured.
The man cut down everything he moved in front of him, but with one goal in mind. He repaired a young man among the fleeing men and brought him to the ground, then cut down the others without restraint. He then turned to traumatize the one who remained on the ground. He appeared like demons from the Bible, covered in blood, with black horns with flaming tips and a truly killer gaze.

- I have a message to convey to someone, and know that I'm keeping you alive only for that. You will see Lucifer and you will tell him, "I want my revenge".
- The King Lucifer?! But...
- Say that title again, and I promise you I will finish what I started.
- All right, I'll deliver your message!! Spare me, please !! And when Lucifer asked me who send this message...
- Tell this little dick that Dickmaster is still on stage, he'll understand.

The messenger left without delay, knowing where to find Lucifer. The man watched him speed away and after contemplating the carnage he had caused, he walked without regret, without apprehension, just an immense need to satisfy his hatred.

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- Just a few more decorations and the hotel will be ready to open.
- I'm so excited!! We'll finally be able to show Heaven the strength of our hotel!!

Since the victory over the exterminating angels, Charlie couldn't stop smiling. In fact, she kept smiling as much as possible, but this was a real smile of pure joy. The reconstruction of the Hazbin Hotel had gone magnificently well, especially with Lucifer helping out. The King of Hell was planning his personal floor, a huge circus that could accommodate all of his subjects, while Alastor was recovering from his injury caused by Adam. Charlie glanced at the painting of Sir Pentious, the sinner who had died in battle defending the hotel, dressed in his military clothes and with a proud look on his face. Charlie's sadness was still strong and she missed him, like everyone else.

- Still saddened by Pentious's death?
- Yes. He was a resident of the hotel and died protecting it. I'm responsible for her death.

The one she loved to gently hold her in her arms, implying a little of her sadness. Vaggie had always been there for her, even though she was a former exterminating angel, they knew their love would be unfailing. Charlie saw her father coming down the stairs and regretfully left Vaggie.

- I didn't interrupt anything ?
- No, it's okay. Did you want to talk about something?
- Yes! The floor I built is finally open!! A circus, rides, and lots of ducks of all kinds!! I have a feeling it'll be on the most amazing floor of the hotel!! But of course, it won't reach the same level of grace as your hotel, my dear.
- Thanks, Dad, but this hotel was built by everyone…
- But you had the idea! I'm really proud of you, my daughter.
- Dad...

This tearful scene could have lasted for hours if the doorbell hadn't rung. Charlie hurried to answer the door to the potential customer who was frantically ringing the doorbell, and it opened. He was a fairly ordinary young man in appearance (even though almost all sinners looked different), but this one had a truly crazy look in his eyes, glancing frantically behind him.

- Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, the finest place dedicated to the redemption of sinners! Would you like to sign up as a customer ?
- Excuse me, but I have a message for King Lucifer!
- A message for my father? But you don't look like an employee of the castle.
- Let it be, Lucifer exclaimed. I'd love to hear that message, especially if it's one of admiration. Whose is it?
- I don't know, he just told me his nickname, Dickmaster.

A shiver ran down Charlie's spine. Hearing again the nickname of the one who had destroyed the hotel and almost killed her was like a stab in the heart. He was the source of all their misfortune, the one who had killed her people for millennia, who had hurt Alastor, and who had tried to destroy her hopes. But the second shiver she received wasn't due to the name of their old enemy who had passed away, it was the aura his father emanated. He had his back to her, but Charlie sensed the aura of violence, murder, and hatred.

- And what did that dear Dickmaster say?
- « I want my revenge » was the message.
- At least he's effective. Thank you for your service, you can leave before I kill you to let off steam.

The young sinner disappeared without delay from the entrance, leaving a cold atmosphere throughout the hotel lobby. Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other, sensing an old danger approaching and the hint of a possible new battle.

- So he's asking for more...
- Dad?
- He try to taunt me, to get my attention, and he succeeded. If he thinks he's going to get his victory, he can go to fuck yourself. I'm going to give him a taste of real hell.

It wasn't a metaphor, it was a promise, and the name he spoke next was filled with rage and hatred.

- Adam...

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Adam activated his chainsaw at full power and, after taking a firm footing, he made a perfect swing towards his target. The teeth cut into the wood and went through it in one fell swoop, while the tree fell, the third of the day. Adam readjusted the power and cut the branches and then cut into the tree to make logs that he would be able to carry. He looked down at Pentagram City from the hill where he was and he immediately saw nothing more than a huge, giant trash can, just there to store humanity's biggest waste, and now he was part of its waste. Fate was truly well done, he was the one who had terrorized hell for millennia and here he was in the middle of the people he had sworn to exterminate. He had been there for two months and he had absolutely no plan, other than to kill Lucifer. He had changed, not only in appearance but also morally, he knew it, and the experience of death had given him food for thought. He had become a sinner with dark skin, long white hair pierced by black horns with flaming tips, and his eyes were also filled with black, two fiery-colored irises shining through them. Everything about him suggested a fire that refused to go out, like his hatred. His body now had more defined and slender muscles, replacing the rounded belly of a former exterminating angel. His old golden wings were carefully folded behind his back, which was dripping with sweat after having cut down and felled so many trees in a single day. He sat on the ground and reflected on himself. He had always lived for himself, without worrying about respecting anyone, doing what he wanted, holding on to his freedom, which he had not renounced when he left the Garden of Eden.

"What do I want to do? I'm lost in a world that isn't mine. And there's no way I'm going back up to Heaven and getting scolded by Sera and the others. They can all go to hell."

The only goal he saw was to get revenge on Lucifer; that was his one and only objective. He wanted to make him pay for his humiliation, for never taking him seriously, and for always keeping those he loved away from Adam.

"He took Lilith from me, he corrupted Eve, he built hell to taunt me, and because of him, Lute was mutilated. He thinks he's invincible, but he's forgotten that the higher you are, the more painful the fall is."

- Mister Angel!!

Adam quickly dusted himself off before seeing the young girl running towards him. She was barely 6 years old, but she still had a smile on her face and radiated kindness.

- Khatan, I thought you were supposed to stay with your mother after the beating she gave you for going out on your own.
- Anyway, you were there, Mr. Angel! Those guys didn't see you coming and you beat them up!
- Thanks, but stop calling me "Mr. Angel." I'm no angel (which was now technically true).
- But you're too strong and you have golden wings!
- I don't have a cross on my face, though.
- A cross?
- Never mind. Come on, I'll walk you home. I'm done with my job anyway.

Khatan bounced with delight as she led the way, clutching her green monster plush toy, while Adam followed behind her. The walk wasn't long to the house where he was staying in exchange for the help he brought; it was, in fact, the first time he'd given charity to someone. The house was made of wood, isolated from the rest of Pentagram City, located at the entrance to a forest its occupants exploited as lumberjacks. As they reached the entrance, the door suddenly opened and a young woman with the appearance of a bird appeared.

- Khatan! I told you you had to stay home!
- Easy, Julia. She just wanted to travel with me; nothing happened.
- What if something had happened, Sa'kan?
- You know I would have protected him.

Julia pursed her lips before letting them in. When he had first met them a few weeks ago, he had given them a false name, because he knew that the name "Adam" wasn't very well regarded by the people here, his appearance already betrayed him enough. He left Khatan on the ground floor and went up to the attic, where Julia had allowed him to sleep and stay as long as he helped her with the logging. He placed his chainsaw on the workbench and flopped down on the mattress. It wasn't on the same level as his room in heaven, but it was fine, it was certainly better than sleeping on the streets. As he relaxed his muscles, he felt the daily pain inflicted by the wounds in his back. 23 fucking stab wounds in the back by that stupid little Niffty.

"I will inflict on each of them the pain that I and my army felt, but a hundredfold."

He was usually a bit frivolous, but his army was the one thing he cared about most. It was the only thing that had given him a purpose in Heaven, and almost all the soldiers had become friends with him, and about half had died in the battle against the Hazbin Hotel. He let the anger rise within him, and the pain disappeared under the flood of hatred he felt. He stood up, walked over to the workbench, and began working on his chainsaw-axe. He was the one who had imagined and created the helmets of the Exterminating Angels, and during his time on Earth, he had perfected the wheel, the sickle, and so on. He had retrieved his Angelic Steel Axe and discarded the lyre parts to install a chainsaw motor and teeth, to which he added improvements from time to time.

"If I put a capacitor on the motor, it could improve the speed of the teeth, but it would cause overheating. I could create an overdrive system that lasted barely a minute, that might do it."

Time flew by as he installed his upgrades, and it was soon dark. He immediately smelled the meal Julia was preparing, deactivated his axe and workbench, and went downstairs. Julia and Khatan were already at the table.

- I figured the smell of food would probably be more effective than calling you.
- You were right, I think with my stomach most of the time, Adam said, helping himself to a portion of food. How was your day?
- We're managing.
- I learned a lot!! Like "son of a..."
- And that's it for today!

Adam snickered. The two women had exactly the same dynamic as in his old army: no rivalry, plenty of jokes, and a relationship that felt like family. They finished the meal and Khatan quickly went to bed. Adam stayed a little while to help Julia.

- She still believes in you, Sa'kan.
- What do you want me to do? I can't help it if she trusts me.
- She may not be my daughter, but I've cared about her since I met her here. Your business is your own, but if you bring enemies here...
- What do you mean?
- You sometimes come home late, covered in blood and carrying your weapons. I don't care what you do as long as you keep the dangers away from Khatan, okay?
- ...

Julia glared at him before leaving him alone in the kitchen. Adam sighed before stepping out onto the house's small balcony, settling into a lounge chair, and digging into his pocket for his lighter and a cigarette. He lit it and took a long drag. He couldn't deny that Julia had been right about his intentions, and besides, he was the type to make problems his own. It was at this thought that his phone rang and Adam picked up.

- Mr. S, what a pleasure to hear from you again.
- Spare me your gallantry, it doesn't fit your mouth. It was about what you ordered.
- What does he have to complain about? Two crates of ammunition, angelic weapons, and access to all your facilities.
- You're asking a lot for a simple sinner.
- A sinner who can bring you Lucifer's head on a plate, so stop complaining. And don't worry, I'm not a normal person.
- We'll see about that.

Mr. S hung up and Adam was once again lost in thought. The help of his temporary ally would help him with his plan, but it was possible he could fail. His death had made him almost meticulous, he knew he wasn't going to get a third chance, it was either he managed to kill Lucifer, or he would die a second time.

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Adam stood on the roof of a building, observing the traffic on the main road that crossed Pentagram City. Lots of cars, a few trucks; the convoy he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet. He was dressed in his usual attire (black denim jacket and pants and a white T-shirt), now accustomed to wearing these clothes in all circumstances. He inspected his weapons, newly provided by Mr. S, and he wasn't disappointed. There was an assault rifle M16, grenades, an RPG-7, two Blackhawk pistols, and an Ithaca 37 shotgun, all reloaded, cleaned, and with several pouches of ammunition.

"I've been waiting for five hours. They might have changed their route."

Adam's target was crucial; she was an important and still respected figure in Hell, but she was also a close ally of the Hazbin Hotel. If he managed to take her down, not only would there be one less enemy for him, but it would also create enough chaos for his other targets to make a mistake. His plan was classic: stop the convoy, kill all the guards, and finish off the target, who would be the first major casualty of his actions. He had made sure to weaken the weapons cartel his target was holding, forcing her out of her ivory tower and making her vulnerable. It was with this in mind that the convoy arrived on the road, four black cars escorting a gray limousine.

"She took her time getting here; I was starting to get hungry."

He loaded his RPG-7 and grabbed all his weapons before taking the small remote detonator out of his pocket. The cars drove into the trapped area, and Adam pressed the button, triggering the detonation of the C4 charges under the road. The explosion sent several cars flying, including two from the convoy, and the rest came to a halt. He launched himself into the air, opened his wings to glide, and shouldered his RPG-7 before firing at one of the two cars that had escaped the blast. The rocket spread gallons of blood across the road, while the guards barely registered what was happening. He landed, took out his Ithaca 37, and shot another guard in the back.

"There should be 13 left, counting the ones in the limo."

Bullets began to fly, but Adam didn't seek cover; instead, he fired into the open, each bullet causing another death. He pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it, giving him time to take his rifle in his free hand and begin the real carnage. It was a deluge of fire and iron that rained down on his enemies, cutting his way through the blood and the wreckage of the burning cars. Finally, the last guard died. He moved forward for the limousine, but a door flew out and landed right in Adam's face, propelling him and knocking him out. The figure that stepped out of the limousine was tall, slender, and deadly. Her heels made of angelic steel were her main weapon, and even Adam knew it, but in that moment, all his sanity was gone.

- Carmilla Carmine…

The one who had first killed an exterminating angel, the one who had helped Vaggie regain her wings, the one who had given angelic weapons to the Hazbin Hotel, which had caused their defeat. She was one of the sources of his misfortune, and he was going to eradicate her. He wiped the blood from his mouth and began firing his Blackhawks. He emptied his clips, but no bullet hit Carmilla, moving too fast for the bullets to reach her. Finally, Adam gave up on shooting her from a distance and unleashed his chainsaw.

- I thought you were dead, Carmilla said.
- Too bad, bitch. I'm indestructible.
- Now we can test that theory.

The two launched into an angel-overlord duel. Adam's chainsaw couldn't cut through the angelic steel of Carmilla's shoes, but Carmilla couldn't penetrate Adam's defenses. Both remained at this stasis, neither able to gain the upper hand.

"You can always try to find a weakness in my defense, bitch, but I've already won."

Adam glanced at the limousine, where Carmilla's weak point lay. Carmilla caught his gaze and felt fear flood her. The first shock of their confrontation had occurred near the car, and Adam moved quite quickly. This sudden reflection caused him to retreat from the confrontation and run towards the limousine. It was then that the faces of his daughters, distorted by fear, appeared, one holding a grenade with the pin pulled in her right hand. She didn't have time to throw it, and it exploded in her hand, killing both of Carmilla's daughters instantly. Carmilla's scream tore through the sky. She had just seen her two daughters killed before her eyes in an explosion, her greatest pride and her greatest weakness shattered. But the cry of despair and sadness turned into a scream of pain, the chainsaw piercing her through and through.

- Any last words?
- Fuck you!!
- Very constructive.

Adam activaded the engine and an endless stream of blood poured from Carmilla's growing wound. She gave Adam one last hate-filled look before he sliced ​​her in half from her full height. He had just killed his first overlord, the hotel's swordsman, one of the most powerful sinners, and he felt nothing. No joy, no sadness, just... nothing. He deactivated his chainsaw and walked slowly away from the massacre site where dozens of bodies lay, including Carmilla's severed one.

- Be happy. At least you're with your daughters.

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Adam struggled back to his room. After his successful attack on Carmilla's convoy and his death, Adam had fled the scene of the explosion, leaving a whole bunch of bodys behind. This action had led Carmilla's troops to chase him, and he had fought nonstop for three days, eradicating what remained of Carmilla's weapons cartel. In all the violence, Adam had been shot in the arm, which wasn't serious in itself, but pain and fatigue rarely made a good combination, thankfully Julia had bandages.

"Just a few more meters to the wardrobe. That should do it."

He trudged forward, resisting the urge to drop to the ground, only to arrive at the wardrobe and discover that the bandages were gone.

"Where the hell did those fucking..."
- Is that what you're looking for?

Julia stood in the doorway, holding the bandages and dressings needed to treat his wound.

- Listen, Julia, if you're worried about Khatan...
- But I'm not worried about her, since you're doing everything for us. It's true that going to kill the biggest weapons dealer in the Pride ring is really the best way to protect us!
- Are you going to help me, or what ?
- Fuck you.

Despite this response, Julia knelt beside Adam, preparing the bandages and disengaging the wound, while he began to smoke one of his cigarettes to try to dull the pain a little.

- ...Thanks.
- Don't thank me, Sa'kan. If you have the firepower to kill Carmilla, then I'd rather be on your side.
- But how do you know?
- They spent the attack on the news, and I recognized your signature, that of a big brute who doesn't care about anything.
- Indeed, that describes me well.
- And you don't want to quit smoking? You smoke all the time.
- It helps me relax. Where I come from, we weren't allowed to smoke.
- A country of assholes, I'm sure.
- Sort of...

Julia finally got up, letting him check her wound, now covered by a bandage. Julia left without looking back, leaving Adam sitting at the foot of the wardrobe, when his phone started vibrating. The phone displayed "Mr. S," and Adam picked it up to immediately hear a deep voice.

- Mr. Adam, I saw the news...
- What do you want? You gave me weapons of destruction, I'm using them.
- It's not about that, actually I wanted to talk to you about Miss Carmilla's death.
- Well, what?
- Remember the deal we made? You didn't keep your end of the bargain. I told you I didn't care about the soul, as long as you offered it to me as an offering, and you just killed the offering.
- Anyway, she was already dead...
- The souls of the sinners are fine with me too. For me to make you my champion, you have to offer me enough souls for me to agree to take you and let you use some of my power.
- Basically, the more offerings I make to you, the more powerful you become, and you let me use some of your power.
- In short, yes. And I'm disappointed you didn't offer me Carmilla's soul.
- Don't worry, I'll make up for it.
- I hope.

Mr. S hung up, giving Adam time to rest. His benefactor was a temporary ally, but he needed his power, and if he had to offer him these victims, so be it. It was with this last thought that he fell asleep.

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-…And as you can see, Tom, everyone's dead, even the great Carmilla Carmille.
- Damn it, I wanted to buy a new "gun" for my wife.
- Haha, it's not hard to find something bigger than your "gun," Tom. Anyway, now for a commercial break...

The angelic iron spear pierced the television, thrown by the former exterminating angel Vaggie. She was furious to see the one who had helped her obtain weapons and regain her wings dead. Carmilla's death meant two things: the first was that the Hazbin Hotel's weapons supply would be completely destroyed, and second, that Adam had retained a good portion of his power. Before he died, Adam had enough power to defeat Charlie, so if he had kept his power, or even increased it, he were going to be a problem quickly. Vaggie took a deep breath. Adam's target was the Hazbin Hotel, but he seemed to be using strategy, which was completely uncharacteristic of him. He was targeting the Hazbin Hotel's allies to isolate them from their support. Vaggie hated to admit it, but Adam was undoubtedly an excellent fighter, and if he started making plans, they were going to be in real big trouble.

- Vaggie?
- Charlie, what brings you here?
- I recognized the sound your weapon makes when it pierces something. Are you feeling bad?
- Don't worry, darling, I promise I'm fine. You know me; I just need to let off steam every now and then.
- By destroying the TV?
- Shut up and give me a hug.

The two women hugged, and Vaggie immediately relaxed. She was convinced that no matter what happened, as long as she stayed by the side of the one she loved, everything would be fine. Suddenly, her eyes drifted up the reception stairs, where Lucifer was shadowed, and they exchanged a glance. Words didn't need to convey their attention.

Giving Adam his second, definitive death.

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- Rosie !! These parties are always great ! How do you make everything perfect ? ​​What's your secret ?
- Come on, my dear. All it takes is love, tenderness, and a little fresh angel meat.
- These exterminating angel wings are exquisite !

The party at Rosie's Emporium was a monthly party Rosie organized to meet with her friends, meet new cannibals, laugh, eat, and so on. Everyone was invited, young and old, poor and rich. They all shared their strong taste for human flesh, and the battle at the Hazbin Hotel had refilled their stocks with angel meat, which was sumptuous. Rosie took a finger from one of the corpses slowly decomposing on the table; the intestines were out, and blood was filling the glasses.
- Too bad Alastor couldn't come because of his injuries.
- Indeed, no party is complete without him.
- Let's save him some brains, some balls, and a heart or two.
- Is there still some sinew left ?
- We'll soon bring a another angel we managed to capture. The children can use him as a piñata.
- Good idea !!

Blood flowed freely, flesh was eaten before it smelled, and everyone was having a great time. What more could anyone ask for? A live angel, of course !! The cannibals had managed to keep some alive to keep in their pantries for later. Rosie herself had a few that they took pleasure in killing and eating, the angelic flesh possessing an incomparable tenderness and flavor. Suddenly, the reception hall filled with angry shouts as two cannibals emerged from the cellar carrying a chained angel with long gray hair. The angel was covered in scars and missing an eye, but that didn't stop her from struggling in the chains as she was led to the banquet tables.
- What happened to her ?
- She insulted several of my closest associates and the dead from the battle, and I think I lost my temper a little.
- How rude ! Angels have absolutely no regard for the dead !
- It's so unlike you, Rosie, to lose your temper like that.
- I apologize, but you have to let off steam every now and then.
- You're right. Okay, when do we kill her ? I want to eat fingers.

The angel was dragged to a table where one of the cannibals took a cleaver and was about to slit her throat when one of the hall walls exploded. Bricks flew everywhere, injuring or killing some of the cannibals. The sound of boots accompanied a figure emerging from the hole in the wall. Long horns, white hair, holding a shotgun in his left hand and a chainaxe in his right hand, he imposed his presence on everyone present. The dust settled and revealed the enemy who had already fallen.

- Adam, what an unpleasant surprise to see you alive, you've changed.
- Do you like it ?
- You're dressed like you were under Jesus Christ.
- I knew Jesus, a nice guy, really.
- Miss Rosie, run away !! He's here for you !
- Actually, I'm here for all of you. You can all attack at once, if you want.

Rosie didn't have time to respond when several cannibals lunged at Adam. The sinner angel made a large circular motion with his right arm, killing a dozen cannibals in a single blow and firing a shotgun shell that killed the rest of the first wave of attackers.

- Is that all you know how to do ? Are you lunging at me in the hope of hitting me ? I'm known for being stupid, but there are limits...

Adam barely had time to finish his sentence before he instinctively raised his chainaxe at his heart, where Rosie was planning to impale him with her giant claws. The blow that would have been fatal ricocheted off the chainaxe, causing a shower of sparks.

- Don't you get your nails done often or what ?
- I like long nails.
- It must be inconvenient.
- It's practical for stabbing assholes.

The cannibal Overlord rushed at him, trying to hit him in the knee, but Adam stepped back and fired a bullet that missed Rosie. The other cannibals surrounded Adam and also threw themselves into the fray. Adam smiled at such simple stupidity, activated his chainaxe into overdrive, and spun around, using the kinetic energy to slice up anyone near him. For several minutes, Adam did nothing but slice through flesh, repainting the hall with blood, bodies piling up on top of each other. The chainaxe fed on blood and guts, blocking Rosie's long claws, who was furious to see her people being killed before her eyes. After a few minutes, only the two of them remained in the hall.

- I guess I killed all the cannibalistic nobility...
- Why are you doing this to us?! Why are you killing us?! We've never done anything wrong !!
- You came to the aid of the Hazbin Hotel. From that moment on, I considered you my enemies.
- Even without that, why did you organize the annual purge of sinners ?
- The official answer is that you would become too powerful if Heaven didn't do something. But I have a personal answer to that question, and here it is: What makes you deserve a second life in Hell ? You killed and ate people without the slightest remorse on Earth, and even in Hell, you continued without question. You didn't try to change or anything; you remained a cannibal who enjoys eating people. This is also why I oppose the Hazbin Hotel, because no sinner, and I mean NO sinner, has the right to hope for redemption. You wasted your second chance in Hell.
- And that's why you have to kill us ?
- Think of it as some kind of divine punishment.
- Divine punishment, my ass !

She lunged at Adam and landed a blow, opening a wound on his right side, before piercing his leg with her claws. Adam gritted his teeth, drew one of his Blackhawks, and emptied his charger into Rosie's stomach, exploding her intestines before cutting her throat with his chainaxe. Her body fell to the ground, trying to twist and stop the blood flowing freely, before Adam's last bullet pierced her forehead. Rosie collapsed with a final gasp.

- Don't worry, no one will regret a woman who had no hesitation in eating innocents.

Turning away from the cannibal's corpse, Adam approached the buffet where the body of the angel who was about to be eaten lay. She had been struck on the temple and had passed out. Even so, Adam recognized Luna, a fierce fighter who had been among the first recruits in his army. He tried to gently wake her. "

- Luna ? Luna, it's me, Adam.
- Lord... Adam ? Luna said weakly. I thought... you were dead.
- You know I'm not that easy to kill.
- Yes... sorry for doubting you. But how... are we going to... get back to heaven ?
- Leave this part to me, I promise you'll be back in heaven in no time.
- Thank you... but you're a... sinner.
- Sera will still listen to me. Don't worry, I have a plan. Now rest, I promise everything will be okay.

Luna closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Adam sighed and carried Luna in his arms, leaving Rosie's Emporium and the corpses behind. As he left the city, he turned to look at Cannibal Town.

"I haven't finished what I started yet. Once I've healed Luna's wounds, I'll come back to kill you all."

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Adam climbed the stairs to his room, which was now more of a hospital than anything else. He held in his hand several meals he had managed to prepare, a skill from when he was still a mere human and had to feed himself, the good old days. He opened the door and entered his room. She now contained several beds where various exterminating angels rested. After he killed Rosie, Adam had returned to Cannibal Town and unleashed a veritable carnage among the cannibals, sparing no one. During the two days he had unleashed his anger and the iron of his weapons, he had saved other angels from his former army. In all, there were four of them, all injured and even amputees. There was Luna, Vivian, Angela, and Elise. Apart from Luna, the others were sleeping and healing from their injuries caused by the cannibals' torture.

- Lord Adam, is that you?
- I already asked you and called me that.
- But...
- Are you really going to disobey your leader?
- Okay, I get it. What did you bring?
- Vegetable soup with beef in it.
- Do you know how to cook?
- Eve taught me when we came down from the Garden of Eden.
- You never cease to amaze me. You're incredible.
- I know. Eat.

Luna took the still-warm dish and began to eat slowly, while Adam sat down in a chair opposite her.

- So, what happened to you, Luna?
- I was fighting when I got hit in the head. I think it was when you were fighting Princess Charlie. Afterward, I woke up in a rotten cellar and learned you had died at the hands of Lucifer. I was a prisoner with other angels, and they...
- They?
- They took one of us upstairs every week for their damn receptions... I lost my best friends.

Tears began to roll down Luna's cheeks. Adam wrapped his arms around her.

- It's okay, you're out of the danger.
- Iris, Helen, Dahlia... they were... every day, I thought I was going to die... for the first time in my life, I felt scared...
- I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.
- No, it's not your fault. And anyway, you avenged them. It's more than I hoped for. And you, how did you end up like this?

Adam grimaces slightly at the memory of her death, the cold iron that had pierced him from behind, the constant humiliation of Lucifer and that bitch Niffty.

- I was fighting Lucifer when one of them caught me off guard. They stabbed me with a fucking dagger. Thirty fucking stabs in the back that pierced my lungs, my heart, and my vital organs. You can imagine I almost died instantly. The last thing I remember was Lute's face leaning over me. Then I woke up in a dump of bodies.

Adam remembered the first seconds of his second life perfectly: the smell of rotting flesh, the corpses surrounding him, the guts exposed, the blank stares of his former soldiers. He was covered in golden blood, not knowing what was happening. He just saw a dump where bodies were being piled up to feed the cannibals. He had fled, abandoning the bodies and seeking only to survive at first.

- And the rest of our forces?
- Apparently, Lute and the others managed to escape.
- At least our army survived.
- And you too.
- But besides, you told me you'd manage to get us back to Heaven together.
- And I'll keep that promise to bring you back to Heaven.
- Are you going to come back too?
- ... of course.

He had no intention of doing so. He wanted to stay here to finish what he started, and he'll definitely not return to Heaven without Lucifer's head. But he was still going to keep his promise: the four soldiers would return to Heaven.

- It just took a little show, but Sera would welcome you back.
- How are you going to contact her?
- I have my methods.
- Okay...
- You have something to say, it's obvious.
- It's just, you've changed.
- How so?
- You seem less arrogant and childish. You'll also look freer and happier.
- Haha! You read in me! But do you want to know what really unites the exterminating angels?
- The fact that we kill sinners?
- Half yes. But the real reason is that we don't belong in heaven. We're too ferocious. We don't preach the good word, we stick our swords up our adversaries' asses. That's why we're alone and no one tries to take us back. They don't want to look for us because we're the tumor of heaven, and as long as we don't show ourselves, they'll continue to abandon us, but Sera will be forced to take you back to heaven.
- We are... the tumor? But it's Hell, the real tumor!!
- Tell that to Sera, and she'll reply, "The world needs to understand violence is not a solution!! ». I say bullshit. Sera never came to Earth, but I did. And I can tell you that violence is always a solution. It's even the only viable solution. It's fast, fair, and the world will always remember the one who used violence. Remember the saying "the pen is mightier than the sword"? What is never said is that it is the one who holds the sword who decides who holds the pen.
- I understand better now why all the soldiers in the angel army are psychologically similar.
- Do you understand? The army of exterminating angels is just an excuse to gather the most problematic elements and keep them away from the white streets of Heaven. They try to stay as white as possible and project an image of saviours.
- It doesn't work when you know that so many people end up in Hell.
- You're right. From what I know, 99.99% of the entire human population since Genesis has ended up in Hell.
- That explains the emptiness in the streets. But what are the requirements for entering Heaven?
- It's simple, you just have to be a fucking paragon of virtue. Seriously, you combine all the shitty qualities described in the Bible with never having done anything wrong, and you end up with an empty Heaven. If you drink a single drop of alcohol, then you go to Hell.
- It's tough.
- We never said it was easy. Okay, I'm going to go prepare your return to Heaven. Rest in the meantime.

Adam closed the door behind him and took a few minutes to think. He hadn't lied to Luna, he was going to send them back to heaven, it just took some good staging.

"I know I've never prayed with conviction, but if you have to grant me something, God, it's this. They don't deserve to rot here, unlike me. So help me bring them back."

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Vox was used to meetings. As the owner of a vast digital empire, he attended dozens of business, budgetary, and scientific meetings. But this meeting was different. He was present at the Overlord’s meeting, and he hadn't been in years, judging that such meetings served no purpose. But this time, he felt the urge to go. Two Overlords had died in a short period of time, and it clearly wasn't a settlement of accounts. He didn't know why, but when an Overlord killed another Overlord, they always found discretion and a way to deal with this, such as making it look like an accident. But this was a brutal and deliberate execution carried out by another person who possessed a certain strength. The urgency of the situation had pushed him and Valentino to go to the Overlord’s meeting, but as he suspected, Valentino didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. He looked around to see the potential allies he had around the table. Alastor wasn't there, Rosie and Carmilla were buried, and Velvette hadn't wanted to come. He felt like he was the only one slightly worried about their safety and decided it was time to talk.

- I'll be brief. As you know, Carmilla and Rosie died almost at the same time. And I'm guessing the killer isn't among us.
- Wait, Vox, said Zestial. Do you seriously think we're going to let you chair this meeting after years of disdain for us?
- I don't know if you heard me, asshole, but two of our people are dead! Why do I feel like I'm the only one concerned about our safety?
- Come on, baby, said Valentino. You're getting all worked up over nothing.
- Over nothing?! The weapons cartel and the cannibals were destroyed, Carmilla and Rosie were powerful Overlords, and you're asking me to calm down!!!!
- I'm just saying this problem can be solved.
- Do we even have an idea who did this?
- I think so. Rosie and Carmilla were the Overlords who showed the most sympathy for the Hazbin Hotel, aside from Alastor. So I think it's someone who must hold a huge grudge against them.
- That's what I'm saying, babe. If whoever killed Rosie and Carmilla focuses on the Hazbin Hotel, we don't have to worry about this killer.
- Quite the opposite. He could see that his power was great enough to kill two Overlords. He could go crazy and try to kill us all.
- That doesn't answer the question. Who is he?
- According to several witnesses, he had horns, golden wings, and wielded a chainaxe…
- Is that all?
- A lot can be gleaned from the smallest piece of information. Personally, I think I've figured out the killer's identity.
- And who could he be?
- Adam.
- That's impossible; he died during the Battle of the Hazbin Hotel.
- What makes you think he's really dead?
- Are you implying he's a sinner now?
- It's likely. I've already asked several of my subordinates to investigate him.
- Either way, it doesn't change anything; we have to get rid of him.
- I take it you already have a plan?
- Exactly. We have angelic weapons, a perfect understanding of Pentagram City, and sufficient military resources to kill this son of a bitch once and for all.
- And what are you going to ask in return?
- In exchange for our help, you'll have to submit to us.
- I refuse.
- I told you it wasn't going to work, Voxy.
- You'd rather die than submit?!
- I'm already dead, so I'm not afraid, and I'd rather die a free man than be your slave.
- Mr. Vox!!

The argument suddenly stopped when Vox's assistant, a young man with the appearance of a fish, entered.

- I told you not to disturb me, asshole!!
- Yes, but this is an emergency!! Several VoxTech stores have been attacked, as well as certain supply chains.
- What?!
- Looks like your security has been lax, Vox.
- Shut up!! I'm going to kill the asshole who did this!

Vox left the meeting, running to the limousine waiting outside. Inside, he asked the driver to take him to his office. Inside the limo, he found the file on the attacks and opened it. The photos revealed sheer carnage: employees and machinery destroyed. VoxTech stores were smoking, some burning, their windows smashed. In every photo, there was nothing but blood, guts, and red-painted steel. The report wasn't any better: no employees survived the massacre, and all the security cameras were destroyed, so there was no way of knowing who did this.

"The bastard!! It doesn't matter who did that, I swear I'm going to dismember it and make him pay for all this destruction. It could be God himself, no one escape the fury of the Vees!”

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Sera sighed. She had spent the day writing reports on the sinner who had joined Heaven a few months earlier. This event had been hidden from the rest of the population, and Sir Pentious was currently under heavy surveillance by the angels. Emily had been particularly delighted to learn that redemption was possible, but Sera disagreed. There were always two sides to the same coin: if Hell ceased to exist, then so did Heaven. Sera had always wanted to avoid the annual extermination, but it was a necessary evil for the balance between good and evil. But Emily, Princess Charlie, and even Abel didn't seem to see that. She missed Adam, because he kept his mouth shut as long as he was given what he wanted. Now, Lute was the one commanding the armies of exorcists, and unlike Adam, she wasn't here to joke around. This whole situation was ridiculous. The extermination had lasted tens of thousands of years. Why would Princess Charlie want to change that? Sera closed another file and began writing the next one when Emily and Abel entered the office.

- Emily, Abel, I already told you not to disturb me.
- I'm sorry, Sera, but we have to free Pentious. It's not right to keep an eye on him like this.
- We don't know yet if he's dangerous, Emily.
- If he's been able to find redemption, that means he's no longer dangerous.
- What do you think, Abel?
- I agree with Emily. I'm sure he's not here to betray us.
- You're definitely more reasonable than your father. I'm glad I can talk to you.

Abel bowed his head. He was torn between shame that Adam was his father and sadness at his passing. They hadn't even been able to find his father's golden axe so he could inherit Adam's heritage. Abel was the opposite of his father. He was calm, peaceful, and believed in redemption. Sera much preferred talking with him than with his father. But as she was about to continue the conversation, she suddenly felt a headache and stomach ache, and her heart began to beat abnormally fast.

- Sera? What's going on?
- Someone... drew an inverted pentagram...
- An inverted pentagram?
- It's a method of summoning similar to summoning a demon, except it's for angels. But this kind of summoning hasn't been done for centuries. Who could possibly summon me?

Sera invoked a ball of light and made it grow larger so the three angels could see what was happening. The ball showed a desolate, red, and dry landscape, one that Sera knew: hell. But the most shocking thing was the four bound exorcists standing inside the inverted pentagram drawn in golden blood. All four angels were bandaged and mutilated.

- What the...
- Hello? Does this shit work? Can you hear me?

A sinner appeared next to the four angels, holding a chainaxe made of angelic steel. He had long white hair, horns, black skin, and eyes that shone like fire.

- Who are you?
- Me? Sera, I'm disappointed. I thought you had a better memory, since you can memorize every verse in the fucking Bible.
- But...
- Father?
- Abel. I'm glad to see you're doing well.
- Adam?
- Adam? Is that really you?
- Have I changed that much?
- But you were supposed to be dead.
- That's true. But it suited you to think I was dead, didn't it? Well, it's a shame to disappoint you.
- Don't worry, Sera will bring you back.
- Actually, Emily, no. I'm not calling about that.

Adam put his chainaxe to one of the angel’s throat, and the teeth cut into the flesh.

- I'm ready to free them, if you agree to MY terms.
- Adam, I don't know what you're playing at...
- Do you seriously think I'm playing at this?! You didn't even pick up my body after the battle! So you'll shut up and listen to me, or you'll get theirs fucking heads detached from theirs fucking body!
- I understand your pain, but you can still come back.
- Do you understand my pain?! Do you have any idea what pain feels like? I'm tired of being your pet, so I'm not listening to you anymore.
- Dad, you're alive, we can still be a family.
- A family? First of all, I was betrayed by the two women that God created for me, but I also know you feel hatred towards me, and be careful, hatred is forbidden among angels.
- Dad, I don't hate you.
- Yes, you do. You hate me for hiding the truth from you and for killing so many sinners.
- Should we be grateful to you for ending so many lives?
- The real question, Emily, is if you're willing to give up and watch angels die.
- Okay, Adam, what do you want?
- Sera!!
- For once, Emily, shut up!
- What I want is to trade a life for a life. I'm willing to free these angels in exchange for you freeing some of the prisoners of the Heavenly Prison.
- Agreed. Who do you want me to release?
- But, Sera!! You know very well that the Heavenly Prison is where we lock up demons who have been too problematic for millennia. Even I approve of the existence of this prison!
- I said I accepted Adam's conditions! I wouldn't lose another angel. Adam, who do you want?
- The Hellhound Mad-Fire, the imp Szaax, the baphomet Agmemon, and the sinner Berserker.
- Not Berserker, you know very well I'll never let him out.
- After thinking about it, Berserker would be too violent, indeed. In that case, I think the shark Ozgena could be a good replacement.
- I'll release these four demons, then send them to you through a portal, and you'll free the angels.
- Exactly, Sera. And I promise to keep our deal.

Sera made the ball disappear and rubbed her eyes. How could things have gotten so bad?

- Sera?
- Abel and you, go free the prisoners that Adam requested. And I will tolerate no objections.
- Yes, Sera.

The two angels left the office, leaving Sera alone with her thoughts. Adam's return, the Hazbin Hotel, the gradual collapse of paradise... Sera suddenly felt extremely alone.

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Adam watched through his binoculars as Velvette's subordinates manufactured the famous Love Potion, a powerful and expensive drug. For several days now, he had been trying to destroy the Vees' supply lines to weaken them, but their control was gigantic and they were powerful, so he needed reinforcements to move faster. Adam turned back to the group waiting behind him. Every demon in the group was an ancient demon from before the Fall of Lucifer. Before, demons were all immune to aging, and angels imprisoned the demons that were too dangerous in the Heavenly Prison. But after Lucifer arrived in Hell, he stripped all demons, except the Goetia, of their immortality. Fortunately for the four demons, they had been imprisoned before the Fall of Lucifer, so they had kept their immortality, and despite millennia of imprisonment, they remained the killing machines they were. Each had their own abilities, values, and beliefs, but they made a formidable team.
The black Hellhound Mad-Fire had made a name for himself in the Wrath Ring slavering arenas for his strength and brutality. He had the appearance of a young wolf, with fine muscles but concealing exceptional speed, swinging his two swords with lightning speed. He wore a breathing mask because he couldn't stand the air of the other Rings. Then there was the imp Szaax. Like his kind, he was small, his skin was red, and white horns protruded from his white hair. He had been arrested by the angels for all the bodies he had left behind him. The butcher's fangs hung on chains behind him gleamed in the sunlight, and throwing knives filled his belt. All his weapons were perfectly maintained and sharp, even though they had shed millions of liters of blood. The baphomet Agmemon was the oldest of the demons recruited by Adam. His horns and the candle on top of his head were exceptionally large. He was a gigantic black sheep with a pentagram on his forehead, an ancient sign dating back to before the Fall of Lucifer and designating a ancient and powerful lord of Hell. Unlike the others, he was very well dressed and walked with a cane that served as a weapon, and he was probably the most intelligent of the group. Finally, there was the shark Ozgena, who was known for his expertise in ballistics and sniper rifles, as well as his laziness. His sniper rifle was strapped to his back, but he could fire with while he slept if he wanted. He was a former mercenary whom even Satan had hired. He had accumulated exploits, such as killing a target at the other end of the Greed Ring.
All of them were excellent killers, and they would be useful for destroying Hell. Agmemon coughed.

- Mr. Adam, if you don't mind, I'd like us to hurry. I have a reservation at the Hotel Casablanca, and I don't want to be rude by arriving late.
- Yeah, when are we moving? My breathing mask may have large air reserves, but I don't want to waste them.
- It's true that I'd like to see the new Imp cartels in the Greed Ring.
- In that case, I'll come with you. I want to swim in the waters of Greed's polluted oceans.
- Will you shut up? I'll let you go after this. I heard you're powerful demons that can rival the Seven Deadly Sins. I hope I wasn't lied to.
- Do you want me to remind you how many people I've killed, kid?
- Kid? I'm your leader, Szaax.
- I'm older than you, so you owe me respect.
- You...
- Stop for a minute, both of you. Adam, you freed us for a good reason, right?
- Indeed, Ozgena. I need you to destroy Lucifer, and first we're going to destroy the most powerful Sinners in Hell.
- If we just have to kill, kid, look no further.
- Szaax is right, Mr. Adam. We are specialists in death, if I may use the expression.
- Good, we'll start right away. There's no need to be discreet; we'll break down the main door.

As the group advanced toward the warehouse, Ozgena stayed put and set up her sniper scope, before lying down and beginning to sleep. They arrived at the entrance, and Mad-Fire stepped forward and delivered a powerful kick that sent the warehouse's steel doors flying. The group rushed into the warehouse, catching the working Sinners off guard. Mad-Fire plunged his swords into the throats and stomachs of his enemies, moving as fast as light. Blood coated the walls as Szaax's butcher fangs decapitated several sinners. The sounds of chains were drowned out by the cries of pain from the victims being torn to pieces. Agmemon advanced leisurely, taking the time to look around at the carnage. When several Sinners approached him, he used his cane to bash in the heads of his opponents, barely using his Greater Demon strength. Several bullets shattered the windows and lodged in the hearts of his victims, Ozgena's signature. Adam finished the job as usual with his shotgun and chainaxe. After their enemies bathed in their own blood, Mad-Fire lit a fire that would destroy the machines and the drugs.

- Your first mission went well. I'll call you back to repeat it at another location.
- Good. Mad-Fire, can you come with me? My room has two beds, and it will be better than sleeping on the streets.
- I would be honored, Lord Agmemon.
- I'm going with Ozgena to the Greed Ring; I want to see my descendants.

The group split up, and Adam headed home. The four demons were going to help him, but what he feared most was after their mission was over. They were bound by a pact they couldn't break, but Adam hadn't yet earned their loyalty. At worst, he'd have to kill them.

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- Thank you, Mr. Angel, for helping me with the shopping.
- I needed to keep busy anyway. And I wasn't going to let you walk around alone.

Khatan walked freely down the street while Adam carried several bags containing various items like food and clothing. Several days had passed since the destruction of the Love Potion warehouse, and he was trying to hide a little, since he had the Vees' troops on his ass. Instead of staying home and doing nothing, Adam had been working on several weapons he could give to his mercenary group. He needed a break, and Julia had offered to take the young sinner shopping. He accepted because he didn't really have anything else to do on his break.

- By the way, Khatan, how did you end up in hell? You look very young, though.
- I don't remember. In fact, I feel like I've lived my whole life in hell.
- Aren't you a sinner?
- I don't even know what that word means! I just know I was all alone before and Julia took me in!
- And your real parents?
- I never knew them. I think they left, or something.

Khatan reminded her of Abel when he was her age. He'd never known the Garden of Eden, and he marveled at everything back then. Those were truly the best years of his life, when he thought back. Everything was simpler, no responsibilities or behavior to adopt; he just had to survive and be happy with his family.

- Mister Angel?
- Don't worry, I was lost in my memories.
- Have you lost your family too?
- You could say that.
- I hope you find them again.
- I hope so too.
- Mister Adam!

The two were joined by Agmemon and Mad-Fire. The former lord of hell was, as usual, very well dressed and stood out from the crowd because of his height, while Mad-Fire was carrying several bags. The former slave was wearing his breathing mask and seemed very jaded.

- Agmemon, Mad-Fire. I didn't expect to see you in Pentagram City; I thought you were going to Wrath Ring.
- We wanted to stay close for missions, and also visit this city.
- It's a real pain, I don't recognize anything. All the hellhounds I meet have lost their ferocity.
- It's true that the old hellhounds were much more ferocious and stronger because of the arenas.
- The good old days. I still remember the cheers after a beheading or dismemberment. And... where are my manners?! There's a little girl here! Sorry to talk about such gory things in front of your daughter, Mr. Adam!
- She's not my daughter, and please call me Sa'Kan in her presence.
- Okay, Mr. Sa'Kan. So, little girl, what's your name?
- Khatan. You're so big!!
- Haha! Thank you, little Khatan. I hope Mr. Sa'Kan is taking care of you.
- Even though we don't have much money, Mr. Angel takes care of me and Julia; he's very kind!!
- I hope so. But children shouldn't worry about money. There's a toy store, how about I buy you some?
- Mr. Angel, can I?!
- I'll trust Agmemon. Take care of her.
- Of course. Come on, little Khatan, tell me what you'd like.

As Agmemon and Khatan headed toward the toy store, Mad-Fire looked at Adam, who lit a cigarette.

- What?
- Mister Angel? Seriously?
- Let her be innocent.
- Innocence. I've never known it. The earliest memories I have are of metal chains and the taste of blood in my mouth.
- You didn't have an easy eternity.
- You didn't know it, but the old arenas of Wrath Ring were constantly flooded with the blood of slaves. Every day, hundreds of slaves died, and only a few rose high enough to be recruited by royal demons.
- Is that you?
- Yes, I've killed many hellhounds and sharks in duels or battle royales.
- I admit I wouldn't have wanted to be a slave in Old Hell.
- No one want that.

They waited a few minutes until Agmemon and Khatan returned with bags full of toys.

- Mr. Agmemon is too strong!! The store gave us everything for free!!
- That's one perk of being a major demon.
- Of course. Agmemon, I have something to tell you. Mad-Fire, watch Khatan for a moment, please.

They left the hellhound and the little girl on the street and walked away.

- So, what did you want to talk to me about?
- I needed to get away from Khatan for a moment. I'll be giving you another mission soon, can you pass the message on to the others?
- Of course, but that's not the only thing you wanted to tell me, right?
- Take this.
- What is it?
- A cane modified by me. Stronger, bigger, and it even has an angelic steel tip. And these swords are for Mad-Fire. They're sharper and lighter.
- What incredible gifts. I'm honored.
- Stop it. And besides, what's this with Mad-Fire?
- I was the one who pulled him out of the arena back then and made him my champion and bodyguard.
- Why?
- First of all, his warrior skills. And he's a young, handsome hellhound. I couldn't have stood to see his beautiful, slender body killed in the arena by some other asshole.
- Okay, I understand better.

The two demons returned to Khatan, who was now all alone.

- Where is Mad-Fire?
- A strange gentleman came up to me and asked me to follow him into a dark alley, but Mister Mad-Fire led him away, saying he was a friend and that he was going to have a talk with him.
- And I just finished.
- Ah, my favorite hellhound is here. But why are your wrists covered in blood?
- I scratched myself on a wall.
- Hmm.

The four demons continued talking for a few moments. Adam smiled until it hurt. This was probably the most normal and calm moment he'd had since being in hell. He had a purpose and even the beginnings of a family.

Hell wasn't so bad after all.

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Adam smoked his cigarette before returning to his work. He still had to upgrade Szaax and Ozgena's weapons, and they were planning to attack another Love Potion production site. Hell was starting to fill with rumors about an angel who had descended to kill all the powerful demons in Hell, and those rumors weren't necessarily wrong. Everyone had seen what happened to Carmilla and Rosie, and everyone was becoming paranoid about being the killer angel's next victim. Adam had provoked the Vees because the sinner Angel Dust worked for them, so if he eliminated his bosses, then he would no longer have support among the Overlords. His main target was still the Hazbin Hotel, but he also planned to attack all the powerful demons for destroy Hell for good. He stood up and began pacing his room. He'd found allies, but would that be enough to kill Lucifer? He hated to admit it, but Lucifer was more powerful than him, and he'd execute him as soon as he saw him. He needed a plan, but he didn't have one, and so far, he'd just charged in and killed everything that moved.
The sound of several engines pulled Adam out of his thoughts, and he looked out the window. Several black cars approached the house, which was strange since they never had visitors. Adam had a bad feeling and went downstairs to the living room.

- Julia, what's going on?
- You have to explain it to me. You promised you wouldn't bring any assholes back here.
- Julia, Mr. Angel, what's going on?
- It's nothing, it's just... Ahh!!!

Adam pushed Julia aside, saving her from being shot in the chest. The walls were instantly pierced by bullets that destroyed the interior of the house. Adam pulled out his shotgun and chainaxe while Julia took Khatan to a safer location. Adam peered outside and saw about twenty mobsters with their weapons. He broke down the door and unloaded his shotgun, firing at the mobsters. They weren't expecting a frontal attack and were destabilised enough to let Adam close in. He grabbed his chainaxe and the engine roared like a lion. He relentlessly sliced through the mobsters. In barely a minute, all twenty enemies were on the ground, unmoving. All had V-Watch, indicating that these mobsters were working for Vox. As he inspected the bodies, one of the mobsters stood up and pointed his gun at Adam's back, before being shot in the head.

- I knew you were here, Ozgena.
- Sorry, I was sleeping. I tried to warn you those assholes were coming, but they were faster than me.
- They're all from Vox. I think he didn't appreciate our attacks.
- It was to be expected. What do we do?

Adam sighed and looked towards the house from where Julia and Khatan were watching him, one with fury, the other with fear.

- Take these two back to Agmemon; he'll protect them for as long as it takes. In the meantime, we'll go cut off the snake's head.

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- Come on, Voxy. You're worrying too much.
- How can you stay so calm?! Our subordinates are getting killed one by one, our cartels are being dismantled, and we're losing more and more power!!
- And you, you just sit comfortably on this shitty couch!!
- Shut up, Vox. Whether it's Adam or not, we can handle this bastard without any problem. We're the Vees, what do you want us to do? Run away?
- No, but aren't you worried a little?!
- You're the one overreacting. It's not like he's going to show up now and destroy the front door...
- Mr. Vox!! Someone just broke down the tower door and I heard gunshots!!
- What?!!!!
- Looks like you were wrong, Velvette.
- Anyway, I'm never right with you.

At the bottom of the Vee Tower

- Watch out, these assholes are trying to force their way in…

The sinner didn't have time to finish his sentence because a knife pierced his forehead. Szaax was directly in the front line with Mad-Fire, and they were covered by Ozgena and Adam. They were all on the first floor of the tower, and they were killing the guards as they advanced. They had gathered an hour before and had headed straight for the Vee lair. Agmemon had taken Julia and Khatan to his house, staying back to watch them, while the rest of the group took care of the Overlords.

- These assholes have blocked the elevators, we'll have to take the stairs.
- Great, that'll give me some exercise!
- Are you serious? I don't have enough energy to go up, I'll shoot from below.
- If you want. The important thing is to climb the... 25 floors?!
- Don't worry, Mad-Fire. We're going to blow up this tower too. Come on, come on.

Szaax, Mad-Fire, and Adam climbed the stairs while Ozgena fired from the ground floor. Bodies fell from the stairs as they climbed. Finally, they reached the 25th floor of the tower. The large heart-shaped doors blocked their path and were guarded by dozens of sinners. The gunfight erupted immediately. The sinners were powerless against the might of the ancient demons, and the hallway was soon filled with corpses. Adam kicked the doors before a shot went right past his head.

- Damn, Val, you really have terrible aim!!
- Shut up, Velvette!! He moved!
- I was right. I expected it to be you, Adam. I thought you died in the battle at the Hazbin Hotel.
- I'm harder to kill than that.
- Maybe, but do you really think you can stand up to the Vees? You just destroyed a few warehouses; it's nothing important to us. You came to throw yourself into the lion's mouth.
- You love to hear yourself talk, don't you?
- You... whatever, we're more powerful than the three of you.
- Who said there were three of us?

He had barely finished his sentence when a shadow fell over the room. Through the veranda, two blazing red eyes and a glowing pentagram could be seen. Adam had seen ancient major demons in their true forms before, but Agmemon defeated them all. In his true form, he was not only the size of the tower, but he also possessed incredible muscles that his fur barely concealed. His horns were even bigger, his teeth protruded from his mouth, and demonic symbols covered his entire body. Agmemon raised his right fist and violently pierced the tower, doing a huge hole in it. Adam and the others were pushed back by the debris, and the tower creaked dangerously.

- Are you okay?!
- I'll get over it.
- I should have told you Agmemon was going to do that. When someone really pisses him off, he transforms into his true form and crushes them.
- You couldn't have told us that before?
- I didn't think he was going to do that. We're lucky he didn't directly destroy the ground floor to bring down the tower.
- Stop it, asshole, let go of me!

After the dust had settled, Adam could see that Agmemon had reverted to his normal form and entered through the hole he'd made. He held Velvette by the neck as Vox and Valentino regained their thoughts. Agmemon pushed his fingers into Velvette's neck and ripped everything out, even her spine. He dropped the lifeless body and crushed the head with his hoof.

- Good. Who's next?

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The debris continued to fall as Agmemon was heading for what was left of the Vees. He had returned to his normal form and was still impressive because of the aura of anger surrounding him. Adam and the others were behind Agmemon, trying to regain their senses. Vox and Valentino had been injured by the destruction of the roof, but they were still standing, while Velvette's corpse bled to death.

- (Ad) Agmemon, what are you doing here?!
- (Ag) Sorry, Mr. Adam. But when I heard they'd gone after Lady Julia and Khatan, I couldn't resist coming over and saying hello.
- (Va) Who the hell are you?! I've never seen you, and I've never heard of an Overlord like you.
- (Ag) How cute, you dare compare me to a common Overlord. I was already killing tens of thousands of enemies before Humanity was even created. You have no idea the gap between us, Mr. Valentino.
- (Vo) Valentino, don't just stand there. That guy is way too dangerous.
- (Va) And where do you want me to go?! He practically destroyed the entire floor!! And besides, I can't leave you here!!
- (Ag) You can attack together, you could last 5 seconds before dying.
- (Vo) Don't mess with us!!

Vox lunged at Agmemon, using his electric claws. But he was stopped almost immediately by Agmemon, who grabbed him by the right arm and pierced Vox's head with his hand, tearing out the cables, fuses, and circuits that made up his head in a shower of sparks. Agmemon let go of the TV-human's lifeless body and inspected a kind of microprocessor.

- (Ag) I know you can still hear me, Mr. Vox. I hold your heart and brain in my hands, so you can imagine I could end your life without any problem. It would just take a little pressure. You should know that I hate people like you, who only manipulate others because they know they're actually weak. I have no interest in keeping you. But don't forget that I'm a former Infernal Lord, and I don't need a reason to make others suffer. I'm going to keep you alive and I'm going to display you in my hall; I was missing a touch of modernity.
- (Va) What are you talking about?! You're going to give me Vox back, and right away!!!
- (Ag) Thank you for confirming that it is indeed his heart and brain. But you, Mr. Valentino, I would have no use keeping you. So...

Agmemon put Vox's brain-heart in his pocket and approached Valentino. Valentino picked up his pistol and began shooting at the Infernal Lord, but the bullets had no effect. He grabbed one of the Overlord's arms and ripped it off, causing a huge spray of blood and a loud cry of pain from Valentino. Agmemon also broke one of Valentino's legs with his hoof. Finally, he tore off his wings, covering his body in his own blood. Valentino began to crawl away to escape death, but Agmemon destroyed his head, definitively killing the pimp. Adam was sweating. He had killed, it's true, but he had never been so violent and sadistic; He killing his enemies and finish them off as quickly as possible. But Agmemon had shown him what he could be: a demon of immense power, showing no mercy to his enemies and torturing those he disgusted. Adam was glad to have him like an ally, because Agmemon could kill him without much difficulty. Agmemon heaved a long sigh and turned to them.

- (Ag) Well, this matter is settled. Now let's go. We have nothing more to do here.

Adam and the others said nothing and got up to follow the Infernal Lord. Adam understood better why he had been locked in the Heavenly Prison. He took one last look at the three lifeless bodies and left the dilapidated tower.

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Adam walked through the stinking streets of the poor area of ​​Pentagram City. In fact, all of Pentagram City was dilapidated and poor, but this area was even more... poor. The walls weren't even made of metal, cracks were appearing everywhere, the hot wind was present all the time, and the nauseating smell made Adam want to vomit. He even saw corpses on the ground slowly decomposing. This area was infamous for being the hotbed of all demonic diseases, whether it was the Spanish Plague or the Black Death, and the people who lived here couldn't even produce drugs to get some money because no one came here. People were dying in the streets from hunger or disease, but no one cared. Adam felt uncomfortable; he might be an asshole and a child, but he wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even Lucifer. He saw a beggar covered with a piece of cloth, but the stench coming from him was indescribable. His face was covered with pustules and blood, and he had lost his teeth. His hands were gaunt and thin, so much so that his veins were barely pulsing. Adam tossed him a coin, and the beggar murmured a "thank you" before looking down. Adam walked until a house made of wood and earth. He knocked on the door before entering. Unlike outside, the house smelled good, it had almost no furniture, and it was lit by a lamp, but Adam could clearly see the silhouette of the black Hellhound sitting on one of the two chairs. Adam took the second chair and sat down opposite his host.

- (Ma) I didn't expect to see you so soon.
- (Ad) And what did you think I was going to do? Hide?
- (Ma) Not really. You're not the type to hide. Do you like this neighborhood?
- (Ad) Only if I were dying. Agmemon is your friend for a long time, why do you live here, in this rat hole?
- (Ma) It reminds me of where I came from.
- (Ad) You've never told me about your childhood.
- (Ma) And I don't want to. I don't want to remember my memories before Agmemon.
- (Ad) You seem to love him a lot.
- (Ma) He saved me from those damn arenas! Without him, I would have been dead millennia ago!

The conversation stopped. The two didn't make eye contact, each avoiding the other's gaze. Adam lit a cigarette when Mad-Fire sighed.

- (Ma) Before the Fall of Lucifer, the Hellhounds were slaves, we were even lower than the Imps. Our only hope for freedom was to fight in Satan's gladiatorial arenas. Tens of thousands of Hellborns came every day to watch the slaves fight. I was born a slave, but my lung condition prevented me from leaving the Wrath Ring, and I joined the Wrath Ring arena. I remember the stench of the cages where we slept, crammed like sheep between stone walls. I immediately showed a talent for fighting, and I began to gain renown. A Hellhound who became famous was rare in those days, as almost all those who signed up as gladiators fought among themselves. I stayed in the arena for 700 years before Agmemon saw me. He instantly paid for my release, and I began to work for him. But I always refused to live on money, to remind myself of where I came from. - - (Ad) I understand better why you hold Agmemon in such high esteem.
- (Ma) Without him, I would never have known the definition of happiness, which is why I believe only he deserves my respect.
- (Ad) Okay. By the way, Mad-Fire, is that a nickname?
- (Ma) Of course it's a nickname. But I forgot my real name thousands of years ago. So I just took my nickname. It comes from my first fight where I fought an Imp that used fire. As crazy as Szaax.
- (Ad) You know you could make mountains of money with a movie about your life?
- (Ma) This is Hell, no one buys. You steal the things that interest you.
- (Ad) You're not wrong. However, didn't you have a better neighborhood to live in? I understand that you wanted to stay poor, but to this extent...
- (Ma) This neighborhood reminds me why I hate Lucifer. Before, demons used strength to assess an opponent's worth. But Lucifer decided that to be strong, you had to have "royal blood."
- (Ad) But the Goetia are strong.
- (Ma) Are you serious? Anyone with the right weapon can beat a Goetia. They get their magical powers from their fucking books. Without them, they're nothing, while pure strength will always be the best way to determine who should rule. When I see what the Hellhounds have become...
- (Ad) Lucifer freed them from slavery, didn't he?
- (Ma) Have you seen what we've become? The Hellhounds are now nothing more than pets. Those who claiming to be strong wouldn't survive in the old arenas.
- (Ad) You're not necessarily wrong. So that's why you hate Lucifer? Because he made the Hellhounds regress and strength no longer matters?
- (Ma) Exactly. I was imprisoned before the Fall. Imagine leaving your country strong only to find it changed years later, and not for the better.
- (Ad) I understand how you feel. It was the same when I saw what Humanity had become.
- (Ma) There. You know everything about me.

The silence stretched for several minutes. Usually, Adam would make jokes about his dick or mock Mad-Fire, but nothing came to mind. Mad-Fire deserved his respect. Finally, Adam got up and left without a sound, leaving the Hellhound alone. On the way, he saw the beggar again, but he was dead. Adam looked away from the body and left that stinking hell.

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Sera entered the Heavenly meeting room, where all the other Higher Angels were waiting. The walls were white and gold, the sky served as a roof, and a huge table with several chairs was waiting. Lute, Emily, the Mandators, and the leader of the Praetorian Guards, Isaac, were already there. Sera sat down and began to speak.

- (Se) Hello everyone, I hope you're well.
- (Em) We're fine, Sera. But you look tired.
- (Se) Indeed, and it concerns the topic of our meeting. As you know, a few weeks ago, we received a call from the former commander of the Exterminating Angels and First Man, Adam. I was personally present during his call, and I still get chills. First of all, do any of you have any idea how he survived?
- (Lu) Yes. It kills me to admit it, but Sir Adam seems to have become a sinner.
- (Em) That's what I understood too. It seems he became a sinner right after the battle at Hazbin Hotel.
- (Lu) Is it just me, or do I sense you're targeting me, little angel?
- (Se) That's enough. But the worst part isn't that Adam came back, it's what he asked for. He didn't ask to go back to Heaven or anything like that. He asked for several prisoners to be released from the Heavenly Prison in exchange for several exterminating angels to remain in Hell. I agreed to free Mad-Fire, Szaax, Agmemon, and Ozgena because I had no other option. Since then, we've been receiving reports of destruction and death on a terrifying scale in Hell. And everything suggests that Adam's group is causing these massacres
- (Em) But why is he doing this? He could have tried to redeem himself...
- (Lu) Sir Adam remained the same. He continues to have a constant hatred for Lucifer and the Sinners, and asking Adam to redeem himself is like asking me to show compassion.
- (Em) The Sinners can be saved, I'm convinced of it!!
- (Lu) So why weren't there any before?! Hell is full of pedophiles, murderers, and psychopaths!! How can anyone even think there's any good there?! Come down from your dream, this is reality.
- (Se) Enough! We're not here to argue, but to unite against this new threat. So far, Adam has only seemed to target the Overlords and has eliminated about half of them. Your opinions?
- (Em) For once, Adam seems to have a plan. Maybe he just wants to eliminate as many sinners as possible?
- (Lu) In that case, let them be. They're doing us a favor.
- (Em) No way! The sinners must repent and ascend to Heaven! You just want us to leave your dear lover in peace!
- (Lu) You...!!
- (Is) That's enough, both of you. You're in Sera's presence, show some respect!! High Seraphim, we must eliminate Adam's group; he might attack Heaven.
- (Ma) I agree. As Mandator, let me announce the news that the Praetorian Guards are gathering to launch a crusade against Adam.
- (Se) Granted.
- (Em) Sera!!
- (Se) You must understand that not everything can be resolved through diplomacy.
- (Lu) In that case, let me gather my troops.
- (Se) Do you want to fight Adam?
- (Lu) I'll assist the Praetorian Guards just in case. They're Heaven's elite troops, but there aren't many of them, unlike the Exterminating Angels.
- (Se) Very well. So the Mandatorians, Praetorian Guards, and Exterminating Angels will go hunt Adam.

Everyone left the table while Sera remained seated. But before the doors closed, she felt Emily's gaze on her. She didn't have the strength to think, so she rested her forehead on the table and wept.

In Hell:

Adam sat against a wall and lit a cigarette. The fresh blood on his boots stained the floor, and his axe-chainsaw was slowly cooling after intensive use. He looked up at the sky and saw Heaven, which, as usual, gave off a soft white glow that contrasted with the red sky. It had been months since he'd transformed into a sinner, and apart from Lute, nothing made him want to go back up there.
Lute. His best soldier. Deadly, sexy, loyal, he couldn't have dreamed of a better commander, and he remembered the joy he'd felt, just before dying, seeing the one he loved cry for him. He'd spent thousands of years no longer seeking romantic relationships, but Lute had been the only woman who understood him and let him be who he wanted. It was then that he saw a small figure detach itself from the sky and he recognized the figure immediately: it was a Mandator, a messenger angel who announced holy wars or the new rules of Heaven. He was dressed in the usual white robe and a halo surrounded his head. His presence could only mean one thing: a trouble was about to come. He stopped mid-descent, took a scroll from his robe, and spoke softly, knowing that the Seven Rings of Hell would hear his voice.

- (Ma) People of Hell. I have come to inform you that Heaven is preparing to declare war. Indeed, the Ring of Pride hides within it criminals that even Heaven cannot ignore. The High Seraphim have decided to purge this tumor to restore peace. We ask you not to intervene in this war, or we will be forced to counterattack. We want the criminals Mad-Fire, Szaax, Agmemon, Ozgena, and Adam. Deliver them to us, and we will reward you handsomely. You have three days.

The Mandator left without saying anything further, and Adam remained silent for a few moments. After a few minutes, he picked up his phone and called Agmemon.

- (Ad) Agmemon? Did you hear that?
- (Ag) I think all of Hell heard. It's been a long time since I heard the soft voice of a Mandator. The last time, it was to announce my imprisonment.
- (Ad) What do we do? Even Heaven wants us dead.
- (Ag) I've gathered troops of Hellborn loyal to the Ancient Demons. Come to my house.
- (Ad) I'm coming.

Adam threw away his cigarette and walked calmly toward another massacre.

At the Hazbin Hotel:

Lucifer watched The Mandator lands on his balcony and handed him a scroll. Lucifer took it, and the Mandator flew back to Heaven. Lucifer began reading the scroll with gold letters.

- "Lucifer. I know it's been a long time, but I hope you don't throw this scroll away as soon as you receive it. You've probably heard the Mandator, so I'll be brief. I'm asking for your help. I know it's ungrateful to ask, but I'd like you to help the Praetorian Guards arrest Adam. Killing him would help us both, which is why I don't think you'll refuse. If you bring him to me, I'll reward you and Charlie greatly.

I hope to see you again soon,

Sera."

Lucifer stared at the gold letters for a moment before bringing up his phone and sending a message to six different people.

- "Prepare your Infernal Legions. We're going to war."