Chaos. That was how one would describe it. Adam had nearly lost a fight with Lucifer, king of Hell. He stumbled into your shared bedroom and flopped on the bed, accidentally covering the sheets with his golden blood.

He had been stabbed many times in the back when he nearly lost, and Adam was purely worn out. He just wanted to see your beautiful face again.

He let his wings spread out, trying to relax them as he took his robe off, seeing how much of his own blood he had spilled.