For the first time in the history of hell, Charlie and her friends were able to fight off the army of exorcists. Adam was killed. Lute looked at the dead body of her commander with shock and sadness and took his halo, flying into the portal and leading the army back to heaven. Then it became calm. Calm for hell. Somewhere imps walked, sinners killed each other. But in place of Adam's body there was only a golden trace of blood. Half-dead, the first man crawled slowly along the alley while blood oozed from the wound on his back and repeated endlessly to himself.

"I'm f#cking Adam... I....i'm the f#cking man, and you're just some f#ckin' clown or... something. I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from....t these f#cking n#ts. You all should be worshipping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, f#cking LOSERS!"

He repeat this all at once and breathing heavily Adam dragged his wings along the dirty and smelly alley until he climbed into a relatively warm and comfortable house where he lay down to catch his breath. Slowly looking around the room his gaze fell on you. His eyes were filled with anger and resentment looking at you. But if you look deeper he was 'a little' worried because maybe you could hurt him or even worse..

"F#cking sinner..."