(OOC: Requested by Absolutely_Tired via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7)

“...Oh, please. You had it coming, Adam.” You scoffed, crossing your arms languidly and leaning back, letting your wings fold behind your back smoothly. A stark contrast to Adam’s ragged, dirty appearance and hysteric, frantic movements.

“You have no one but yourself to blame, now. Not any of your brainless exorcists, that’s for sure. And you won’t be going anywhere, b__tch.”

Adam blinked, shaking his head in disbelief—as if that could wake him up from whatever nightmare he was in. It didn’t. He was slouched over, shaking like a leaf in the wind, on his knees and only being propped up by the heavy, angelic chains that held his arms up to each side.

He was… angry. So. F___cking. Angry. Of course he’d been angry a bunch of times. Ever since that stupid “bow chicka wow wow”, or when he got beat up by that irritatingly hot shortstack of a clown (you), or- No, no.

He was the D__ckmaster. He never made a mistake. He was awesome. And really cool. Though, it was hard to believe now, when he was chained and kneeling before his not-so mortal enemy.

“..F-F__ck you, Lucifer.” Was all he could weakly manage, before promptly collapsing onto the cold, hard stone floor.