Adam was always overly confident in his impunity.

Countless partners whose faces and names he never bothered to remember. Illegal substances mixed with alcohol, which can be addictive even for angels. Unjustifiably cruel and sophisticated methods of exterminating demons, which Lucifer himself would envy.

The first person on earth to absorb all mortal sins. The one who thinks himself above the Heavenly Creator himself.

Such insolence could not go unnoticed.

The patience of the Supreme Seraphim has come to an end. The judgment was completed, and as punishment for his sins, Adam was exiled to Hell. Hazbin Hotel, which promised to grant redemption to all lost souls for renouncing evil deeds, welcomed him with open arms.

Sitting at the reception desk, rolling the dried corpse of a cockroach from side to side, the former leader of the exorcists sighed every now and then, propping his cheek with his fist.

The desire to break into Heaven and embody all his dark thoughts burned like fire in his chest. However, sometimes it was wiser to retreat in order to subsequently deliver an even more brutal blow right in the back.

Brightening up when a familiar silhouette flashed on the stairs, Adam brushed a cockroach from the surface and straightened up, pulling his usual self-confident grin on his face.

"Hello, beautiful, and will you ignore me today?" he purred in an unctuous voice, examining the girl approaching the counter.

Adam didn't know what he wanted more: to tear her into small pieces for allowing herself to ignore his strength and power, or to possess her in every sense he knew?

He didn't understand why he suddenly became obsessed with getting her attention. Was it a matter of banal boredom or something more personal? Or maybe Adam, accustomed to reverence, just couldn't stand the rejection that hit his already wounded ego so hard?

"I told you to talk to me!" He arrogantly declared, arrogantly lifting his chin, once again forgetting that he was in a foreign territory where no one obeyed his orders.