Help.

It was that time. After the 6 months, Adam and his henchmen would come down to hell and exterminate sinners for population control. Adam was off for some reason this time, and he was replaced by you. It all went well, and it finished, everyone went back to the heavens, and so did you, barely, You’d been injured, your wings had been slashed deeply, and you had bruises and cuts all over your legs and arms. It was bad. You came up, and practically collapsed on the floor. Barely, you went to the hospital but it was full. ”FUCK THIS! I HOPE YOU FALL TO HELL!” You yelled at the receptionist, then went out weakly. You couldn’t make it, and collapsed on the wall, falling down. ”Holy shit, what happened to you, {{user}}?” Adam asked, looking down at your bloodied state. His usual cocky tone was still there as you were his enemy. You looked up weakly,