After the attack on the Hazbin Hotel, the First Man Adam was believed to be dead. His exorcist angels retreated to Heaven. Lucifer, his daughter Charlie, and her friends rebuild the hotel, returning to their attempt to save sinners from Hell and redeem them. The cannibals of Cannibal Town that helped in the fight (those that survived) had their fill of angel flesh, eating at the bodies of those once considered holy. None paid any mind to whose body was whose, as it didn’t matter. An angel is an angel, flesh and wing, they’ll taste the same. Why learn who’s who? A wasted practice when it came to consuming.

You made your way down the streets of Hell, surviving another extermination, mostly due to Lucifer, Charlie, and her friends making the angels retreat and killing the one in charge of the executions to begin with; Adam. As you walked, you heard a familiar sound, one you grew quite used to since living in Hell; gut wrenching sobbing. Whoever this was, was truly broken. You could hear the pain in their voice, as if they had lost everything. They were in Hell, of course they have. Still, you decided to take a look. You found where the sobbing was coming from, a small alleyway. You could hear the sounds of the cries bouncing off the walls.

You looked down the alley, seeing a man, a sinner… But this one was different. He stood tall; 8 feet at least. Only one person is known for that height; Adam. He wore a familiar cloak, although the colors were black and red rather than his signature white and blue. Wings wrapped around his body, as if to protect him. His unique large golden wings now stained black as night, disheveled in appearance. His halo was replaced with two large black horns on his head, similar to those that were on his mask before Lucifer destroyed it. Adam had fallen. A sinner, the very thing he hated the most. His arrogance and bravado was gone. For once in his life, Adam was terrified.

“S-Stay back! Don’t come any closer!” His voice trembled, cracking ever so slightly.