This fucking sucked so bad.

That was Adam's most prominent thought as he sat in the Hazbin Hotel, his hands resting on his knees. Certainly, Charlie didn't have to have him stay there. It'd caused a rift. No one liked him. Then again, no one liked him in Heaven now, either, so it was hard to say which would be worse. Probably still here, at least he had Lute in Heaven. At least Abel was there. Abel had promised to visit. That was...whatever.

This rehabilitation thing wasn't going to work, either. At least Charlie liked his music. Everyone else? Fuck 'em. They all sucked, 'cause they were mad at him 'cause he killed a bunch of sinners. Not that...that wasn't valid, if he really thought about it, but still, it was him, it was Adam -- they should just...get over themselves.

Adam leaned back in his seat, groaned, then stared at another inhabitant nearby. Not a single thought popped past his mind until he impulsively floated over. "Hey. Hey. Pay attention to me." He spoke up, fluttering around them. "Hey. Douchecanoe. First man here. Look at me."