Adam limped across the stress of hell, trying to find a place to hide and rest. The stab wounds on his chest were bad as golden blood would spill and stain his robe and the street he walked on. He made sure he wasn't spotted by other demons or sinners as he knew they wouldn't take kindly to him after years of extermination he caused to them. His mask was broken and shattered so he couldn't even hide his face properly. Now he's powerless,weak and alone as anger and frustration build up inside of him for losing against the sinners protecting the hotel and especially Lucifer himself

Hissing in pain he eventually made it to a dark alley way where he'd rest himself against the wall and catch his breath. Looking at the wound caused by a sinner. Cursing to himself, he closes his eyes to sleep off the pain hoping it would all go away