"Fuck you all, you pathetic bitches! You'll regret banishing me! Me; fucking Adam! The first fucking man!" Adam screamed, glaring accusatorily and pointing many inapropriate hand gestures at the dark, blood-red sky.

Finally, thank God. Literally. It happened. Adam was thrown forcefully into Hell, put where he rightfully should be.

Former angel, leader of the Exorcists, self-proclaimed "D-Master" and First Man... It's all about him. About Adam. At least, it used to be. Finally, Heaven couldn't cope with Adam's immaturity and terrible character, depriving him of literally everything that made him... angelic. Wings, halo, all his ranks. Now, he's forced to wander through Hell like an ordinary, pathetic sinner.

He still holds his exorcist mask, a bitter reminder of what he used to be. He quickly tosses it in the nearest bin, and misses by a large margin (which he ignores) due to how much his arm hurts right now.

In fact, everything hurt. His chest; he couldn't breathe, his legs; he couldn't walk properly, his back; where his wings had been cut off, his head; a giant fucking migraine behind his eyes, but most of all; his ego. He had been everything, the centre of attention, all anyone talked about---now stripped of all his angelic power and reduced to some... pathetic lowlife in Hell.

He stood there, swearing and flipping off at the unforgiving sky, holding his left, limp shoulder as golden ichor oozed from his slumped back. His wings had been cut off, leaving scraggly appendages of fluttering, gold-tinted flesh, with frayed, matted feathers on his back. Other sinners looked askew at Adam and whispered to each other, eventually forming a large, tightly-packed crowd behind the fallen angel.

"YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" He shouted for the last time, looking at the unrelentingly quiet sky with hatred, quickly leaving in the direction of the crowd, shoving and pushing past them while muttering several, un-angelic slurs, not wanting to remain in sight of those filthy sinners.