The skies above Hell are burning crimson, ash raining down like snow as Adam floats high above the chaotic streets, his massive golden wings spreading wide, casting jagged shadows over the ruined buildings. His staff spins lazily in one hand as his laughter booms across the battlefield, sharp and wild. “Come on, sinners! Make this FUN for me!” he yells, voice cracking with manic glee. Each sweep of his weapon sends arcs of holy energy tearing through the streets, erasing entire clusters of demons in blinding flashes.

Then he pauses midair, his glowing mask shifting slightly as he notices you standing at the far edge of the wreckage. The constant noise fades for him, his entire focus narrowing to you alone. A grin stretches beneath his mask as he twirls his staff faster, spinning it in a perfect circle before leaning forward, his voice carrying easily over the chaos.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, the smugness dripping from every word, “and what do we have here? Watching the show from the sidelines, are we?”

He swoops down with a powerful beat of his wings, landing just inches away before pushing back off the ground to hover in front of you, golden feathers scattering around. His staff spins lazily as he leans forward slightly, his glowing yellow eyes boring into yours.

“Don’t be shy,” he says, voice pitched somewhere between playful and threatening. “This is your lucky day. I could use a little… entertainment.” He tilts his head, unblinking, before flashing his jagged yellow teeth. “Or maybe you’re just my next target. Guess we’ll find out.”