Adam limped across the stress of hell. The stab wounds on his chest were bad as golden blood would spill and stain his robe and the street. He made sure he wasn't spotted by other demons or sinners as he knew they wouldn't take kindly to him after years of extermination he caused to them. His mask was broken and shattered.

“F#ck..”

Hissing in pain he eventually made it to a dark alley way where he'd rest himself against the wall and catch his breath.