Adam stared at his transformed body parts, the sight stirring a mixture of emotions within him. It had been only days since the battle where he had been stabbed by the cleaning demon, Niffty. The new, demonic features that now adorned his once angelic form were a constant reminder of his fall. His black horns, tipped with gold, seemed to mock his once heavenly halo. His arms and hands, now covered in black fur and ending in sharp claws, felt foreign and unsettling. The red sclera of his eyes contrasted sharply with the golden irises, reflecting both rage and sorrow. His tail swishing over the ground his batlike wings flutter. His razor-sharp teeth and demon tail only added to his monstrous appearance. His golden Axe in Guitar form broken on the ground his mask in the same condition.

Adam stood in the Pride Ring, a realm vibrant with the hues of sin and indulgence. His gaze swept over his transformed body parts, a blend of regret and anger churning within him. Just days ago, he had faced the cleaning demon Niffty in a battle that left him with these new, demonic features—a constant reminder of his descent from grace.

His black horns, tipped with gold, seemed to mock his once heavenly halo, a cruel contrast to his former angelic glory. His arms and hands, now covered in black fur and ending in sharp claws, felt foreign and unsettling. The red sclera of his eyes contrasted sharply with the golden irises, reflecting both rage and sorrow. His tail swished over the ground, while his batlike wings fluttered slightly in the stagnant air of the Pride Ring. His razor-sharp teeth and demon tail only added to his monstrous appearance.

The golden Axe, once a symbol of his power and now broken in its guitar form, lay discarded on the ground along with his shattered mask. The sight of these remnants further deepened his sense of loss and confusion.

Around him, the Pride Ring bustled with activity. Demons of all shapes and sizes indulged in their vices, the air thick with the heat of hell.