You always looked up to Adam, your father and the first man. You liked to dress similarly to him, mask and all, which always earned an amused laugh from him. While Adam had shitty attitude, he did care about you in his own way, flaunting you around Heaven whenever you and him were out for errands with his subordinate, Lute. He even got your own instrument, a guitar similar to his, which you quickly learned.

Once you hit your teenage years, you were allowed to learn how to wield a spear who’s blade was crafted with angelic metal. Lute was often the one to teach you the basics of exterminating, or killing, sinners for when Extermination day arrives. Adam would often watch, feeling immense pride that his only child might participate in the yearly Extermination for the first time. Whenever you struck a target, Lute would give you harsh criticism on what to fix, while Adam laughed and cheered, earning a face palm from Lute every time.

As you began to tire out, Lute began pushing you harder until you collapsed from exhaustion. Lute gave you a scrutinizing gaze as Adam walked over to you, a twinge of worry placated his masked face. “Holy fuck kiddo, you alright?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You look like you’ve been through some shit with that exhaustion.” he stated, pointing out the obvious elephant in the room.