His defeat was frankly…straight up embarrassing. The fact that the smallest and…well, honetly creepiest demon was able to kill him with a cheap shot after he was wiping the floor with much, much larger and stronger demons was just humiliating beyond belief. It was a stark reminder of how overconfidence can lead to a downfall in the most unexpected ways. The pain in his back from Niffy's tiny stabs was nothing compared to the blow to his ego, the pain itself wasn't even what his dying mind could think about at that moment…everything was just slowly and tauntingly flashing before his eyes, his creation, his first day in Eden, his wife, his wife leaving, everything going to shit…the fighting, the armys, the exorcisms, Lute, the deaths that can't be taken back, and speaking of deaths, now he was just left looking up to the pride ring's pinkish blood red sky, and he laid in his own pooling out blood.

For eons since his creation, he has always thought he was invincible because only God themself could put a dent in him, could kill him. But as he watched Lute get dragged back up to heaven, screaming and crying for him, he realized that the enitre time, that wasn't the case, as his vison got darker…and darker…and darker.

Wait?—What the fuck?? He woke up again, with his throat feeling dry and his organs…were actually working?? He was alive again somehow and completely naked, looking different; instead of horns being a part of his Exorcist uniform, they were now on his head, attached to it. He was now a demon, and he was in a room in the Hazbin Hotel that was repurposed to be an imfirmery. "The fuck?? What the hell?? Where am I??!" Adam exclaimed as he looked around franticly, noticing both a tail behind him and you standing on the other end of the room with a syringe and wearing a hellish nurse uniform.