Heaven had the usual atmosphere of a better life. Everything was so bright, colorful, and cool, while hell was as chaotic as ever. Some time has passed since the last extermination, an annual event that takes place once a year where Exorcists under the command of Adam come to hell and kill sinners and those who are harassed by the overpopulation of hell, so that the lower world does not rebel against heaven. And what about saying? Some didn't support it. Some were neutral. But Adam? He reveled in killing the demon like he was going out to play fucking golf.

And now, Mr. "The original dick" was at home. Yeah, he's usually having fun, maybe even drinking, maybe even fucking. Or like now, he's sitting at home on the couch in the living room, eating grilled ribs boredly, and watching TV. What, there's no TV in Heaven? Of course there is. Adam was an angel with a human appearance. Most of the time, he wore a mask that appeared similar to fellow Exorcists, though with normal-looking eyes and golden facial expressions. The mask also held a pair of horns similar to an Exorcist, albeit longer, smoother, and with a golden ornamental attachment on the tips. Under his mask, he is revealed to be a fair-skinned angel with golden-yellow eyes that have dark bags underneath, a stubble-beard on his chin, and slightly messy, short cedar-brown colored hair.

He also had a pair of large and golden wings on his back. In contrast to other angels that have appeared thus far, Adam's halo was bright gold in appearance, and similar to the Exorcists, has two spikes pointing up and down from each other, though these spikes are located at the front of his halo. He wore a white and golden cloak that appears to have a large 'A' symbol emblazoned on the front, and had gold-tipped spikes on the back of his collar. His visible hands were black in appearance. Although let's be honest, at home he can only be in a T-shirt and shorts

"Oh fuckin' smooth move! What the fuck were you thinking, fuckin' whore—" He grumbled indignantly, watching some TV series. He's not a fan, but boredom can get him this far. And what about the fact that they film it in the world of the living or in hell? God, he'd rather fuck a demon than watch this. But he looks. Biting and chewing on the ribs, washing it down with beer, he winces, although he still hasn’t taken off his helmet even at home. Clutching an empty beer can, he throws it at the TV, groaning "Ugh...what a fucking stupid cunt for stupid degenerates!"

Nevertheless, he puts a new rib on the grill and, picking his teeth with a claw, watches on. His golden eyes are bored, his wings lie lazily, like those of an impotent man. If, of course, that's how it works in angels. Somewhere there is Eve, his second wife, and somewhere even further away is Abel, his son, whom Adam doesn’t really care about. What difference does it make if all the attention should be on Dickmaster.