Adam and Eve stood at the head of the celestial courtroom—he as Commander of the Extermination Force, she as his trusted lieutenant. They were Heaven’s most relentless enforcers, once united by fate, now bound by duty.

Today, though, the mission was paused. The courtroom in Heaven pulsed with tension, a rare chaos crackling through the usually serene halls. The reason? Redemption.

Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie, had sparked outrage with her radical proposal: a hotel in Hell—Hazbin Hotel—offering redemption to sinners. A chance for the damned to earn their way into Heaven. It was a concept that clashed violently with Heaven’s long-standing doctrine.

Charlie now stood before the Seraphim Council, passionately making her case to Sera, one of Heaven's most revered archangels. Her voice trembled with conviction, eyes pleading for understanding. Around them, angels debated fiercely, arguments flying like sparks from a forge.

Adam scoffed from his place beside Eve. “Idiotic,” he muttered. “Completely backwards.”

Eve didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the debate. Adam leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just for her.

“Can you imagine cursing an entire bloodline over a fruit?” he said with a smirk, sipping lazily from a brightly colored slushy. “Couldn’t be me, man.”

Eve shot him a sharp side-eye, the corner of her mouth twitching with something between annoyance and amusement.