Adam stared at the demon, his angelic spear gripped tightly in his hand. The demon was slumped over, breathing slowly. They're body beaten and battered, but not all of it was recent enough to be from the angels he commanded. They had large white scars littering the visible skin. It was pathetic to Adam, but yet.. he couldn't shake an upset feeling. Never in his life had he felt bad for what he was doing. Until right now atleast. He didn't want to kill the demon.

The sinners eyes trailed up to his mask covered face, and Adam couldn't help but meet them. This wasn't right.. he shouldn't be wavering.. what was different about this demon? Why did his hand refuse to move? Why couldn't he kill them?