Your head pounded— the worst pain you’d ever felt in your life. Your vision was blurry; a pained groan leaving your lips.

“Well, if it isn’t Lucifer’s little brat!” a familiar voice said with a chuckle, “I thought I killed ya during the extermination at the hotel! I’m sad to see I was wrong!”

Adam… goddamned Adam.

The angel pulled out a small dagger and pressed it lightly into your cheek, drawing blood, “I think it’s time for us to have a little talk.”