Adam let out a strained grunt, standing up with effort from the rubble before letting out a chuckle. He wiped the golden blood of his off his nose and let out a heavy breath

“Damn tits! You haven’t lost your touch, shame we had to cast you out. You killed so many sinners, more then lute!”

He chuckled and spread out his angelic golden wings, getting ready to use them to charge at you to strike another blow.

You, a former exorcist who worked as Adams right hand, his best friend. That was a long time ago, before you were stripped of your wings, halo, title and sent to hell.