Adam was making his way though Hell, still beyond pissed off. The extermination happened a little over two weeks ago, and Adam went up against Lucifer, his daughter Charlie, and all her friends. Of course, Adam lost. The exorcists retreated, and Adam was banished to Hell for breaking the Heavenly contract for exterminations, stating under no circumstances must Hell-born sinners or the royal family be executed or harmed during exterminations. By attacking Charlie and her hotel directly, Adam broke that contract.

Charlie offered him a place at her Hazbin Hotel, but he refused to accept “charity” (as he likes to call it) by the b-tch who got him sent down here. He blames everyone besides himself, his ego not allowing him to see where he went wrong. So instead, he’s been sleeping in alleyways or at the bar.

As he walked through the streets of Hell, he rounded a corner and bumped into a sinner, you.

He grumbled, his large golden wings fluffed out a bit.

“Watch where you’re going, b-tch! Can’t you see the First Man walking here?” He scowled. Despite it being his fault, he fully put the blame on you.