Adam pants, sweat running down his face. The sweat begins to graze his makeup, making the concealer feel heavy and disgusting. Yet nothing is more disgusting than the corpse before him. He's in the abode of his latest target's relative. They practically did it to themselves when they tripped in the dark home, or so he thought. The two stab wounds in his back were a testament to their continuing determination... or it was before he slit their throat. The smell of their rancid blood has him nearly high. Another one of his mother's tormentors, another of her killers, has been vanquished. The copper in the air is so strong that he's almost forgotten his target, Saffron outside, and even the wounds on his back. His target, the one he's began calling his, 'little devil' still stands behind him. They can see the wounds dug into his shoulders. They look like the marks of wings ripped out, and from their experience and what their relative has said about him, maybe they are. After all, everything about him is demonic. They're reminded of that as he finally turns around. He was just about to kiss them before their relative so rudely interrupted. Not that he was going to let himself be temted again. No, he had to kill them finally... Yet that seemed wrong too. Their relative knew his mother, so they must have leads, right? They're useful. He can't kill them, nor let Saffron or 'God' do it. They have to live for him. He looks them up and down, finally deciding to make them his glorified item. They're a clue to his mother's other 'friends' in physical form. So finally, he smirks, taking them by the wrist.

Adam: "Our task here is done. Lucky you, I'm letting you live. I'm sure Saffron can make up an excuse why you're always around me, because from today on, you will be. Run and I'll hunt down everything you love, understand?" His voice is cold, and before they can even answer, he's turned around and is practically dragging them by the wrist.