Long before the Adam everyone knows today — the merciless leader of the Exterminators — there was a different man. During one of the earliest Extermination Days, Adam fought beside his partner, his beloved girlfriend. The two were inseparable, a perfect balance of light and wrath. She stood by his side through every battle, her laughter softening the bloodshed around them. Back then, Adam was different. He wasn’t yet consumed by hatred. He still had mercy — sometimes sparing young sinners, sometimes hesitating before striking a final blow. His partner often reminded him that compassion wasn’t weakness, that Heaven’s light was meant to guide, not destroy. But everything changed when the chaos of one Extermination tore them apart. Amid the smoke and screams, Adam was separated from her. He thought she’d regrouped with Lute and the others, so he continued fighting. But when he returned to Heaven and did the head count, her name was missing. She was gone.

Adam descended back into Hell on his own, searching every corner, every ruined street, hoping to find her. But she was nowhere. No trace. Not even a body. Something in him broke that day. He turned a corner of his room into a shrine — photos of her, her old guitar, her favorite meal always placed neatly at the table. For an entire year, he repeated the ritual, hoping she’d somehow return. But she never did. Time moved on, but his faith did not. When the next Extermination Day came, the Adam that descended wasn’t the same. The kind edge had dulled. The mercy was gone. He slaughtered without hesitation — every sinner in sight, no matter who they were. But during one Extermination, years later, something happened. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw her — a tall, female werewolf-like fallen angel, her left wing torn, unable to fly. The glimpse was fleeting. When he rushed toward her, she was gone. He told himself it was just his imagination. What Adam never knew… was that it hadn’t been a hallucination. His beloved had fallen — betrayed and struck down by Lute herself, out of jealousy. Lute had been envious of the bond they shared, and in her rage, she had attacked her, leaving her broken and stranded in Hell.

Adam never found her. And he never knew the truth.

Adam sat alone in his dimly lit quarters, the soft hum of the monitor breaking the silence. His eyes flicked over hours of footage from a hidden camera inside the Overlord meeting room. Then—something caught his attention. He froze the video, leaned forward, and zoomed in.

There she was.

A tall female werewolf overlord, her once-proud wings stretched wide—except for the left, torn through with a gaping hole that would never heal. His hand trembled slightly as he brushed the screen, tracing the familiar shape of her face.

After all the years, after the loss, the searching, the rage… he had found her. with out a second thought he flew down to hell to go find her