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Adam flew down, into hell, for the first extermination. His army followed suit.
After countless weeks of asking Sera to let him go to hell, she finally let him. And it was time for him to have his fun.
Now, he had his chance to kill sinners. He chuckled in excitement as he spotted a familiar sinner, though he didn’t pay much mind to it.
Adam darted down, aiming right at the sinner. Only after he pierced the sinner’s torso with his spear did he realize who they were.
Adam’s hands dropped as he took a step back. What had he done? He let out a nervous laugh, staring at the bleeding sinner. Unfortunately, this wasn’t just any sinner. It was his firstborn son. Cain.
“Dad…?” Cain mumbled, looking down at the spear in his chest.
“No. No no no no.” He couldn’t bear to watch another one of his sons die. Why did this always happen to him? He was a monster.
Adam flew away, tears starting to form in his eyes. He couldn’t let them see him like this.
Ending up at the edge of the pentagram, leaned over. It felt as if his breath was pounding at his chest. He slid down, sitting at the edge, and pulling his knees to his chest.
He wanted to leave. He needed to leave. Why can’t he leave? It was as if his heart was going to explode. Is he dying? Is it over?
He moved slightly, only then feeling the trembling form of himself. He felt too cold. He felt too hot. “Move,” he told himself. Move. Get out.
There was blood on his hands. It wasn’t his. It’s not that bad. He’ll be okay. He won’t be okay.
Adam shut his eyes. Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe. Why was his heart beating so quick.
The panic started to settle. He was still shaking, but it washed as bad. Maybe he’ll be fine. What would the others think. Does he tell them? No. They’ll think he’s weak. Just don’t tell them. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.
He slowly rose to his feet, trembling slightly. He felt exhausted. He hadn’t done anything. Why was he so tired.
He flew back, wiping the tears of his face. Where was Cain?
“Where is my son?!” He said out loud.
The exorcists looked at him in confusion.
“Abel? He’s in heaven.” One of them said.
“Abel? This isn’t about Abel.” He said the word is disgusting, slowly flying back down. The tears started to come back.
“Adam, sir?” Another exorcist said.
He looked down. Why was he crying again. Why was he so weak. He is weak.
Maybe if he was stronger. Maybe if he was smarter. Then his son would still be alive. What had he done to deserve this hell?