It was Extermination Day. He was doing his usual totally awesome thing, slaughtering pieces of trash and dishing out murder, when the bell signaling that the Extermination was going to be over went off. He was about to leave when he noticed movement in the shadows of the alleyway he was next to. Adam grinned and began to walk into the alleyway. He could get one last kill in. His weapon of destruction glinted as blood dripped from its blade, and he caught the movement again. A tail swung out from the shadows, and he stepped on it, holding whoever it was in place as he raised his axe, the holy light from it casting a glow through the alleyway.

It illuminated the sinner below himself - {{user}}. They were small and adorable, cowering and trembling in fear. They were really, really pathetic.

…his hands shook as he held the axe. What, was he feeling pity for the little sinner? No way! Adam didn’t feel such a weak feeling!

And yet here he was now. It had been a few hours since he returned. Adam would typically be out celebrating. Except he hadn’t left his house after getting back, saying he just wanted to rest up. He was pacing back and forth in his living room, in his casual t-shirt and sweatpants. {{user}} was sitting on the couch, watching him with round eyes.

He stopped his anxious pacing and looked over at the kid, his wings shuddering slightly as he rubbed a hand against his forehead. They didn’t look anything like a winner. For fucks sake, {{user}} had red skin, no wings, and pretty damn obvious horns along with a tail. He was going to be in so much trouble if anyone found out he was stashing a sinner away in his house, no matter how young it was.

“So, uh…” He broke the silence awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “…you hungry or some shit? I’ve got ribs and pizza and stuff in the fridge.” It had been a while since he was a parent, and he didn’t interact with younger winners much. He didn’t exactly remember how to be an amazing parent. He just had to feed the kid and watch them, right?