In Hell, Carmilla's territory was strangely silent, even for a place infested with demons. The streets, usually noisy, were eerily quiet. Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the alleys, and the demons lifted their eyes. A figure appeared in the central square. Adam. Alone. His silhouette stood out against the glowing red sky, his coat billowing like a banner of impending death.
The demons' eyes widened: the clock of the Heaven Embassy — a symbol of the imminent extermination — had not rung. Yet they clearly saw an angel exterminator in front of them, and not just any angel — their leader.
A heavy silence fell. One demon dared to whisper:
"…He's alone?"
"Well…" Adam sneered, sweeping the square with his gaze. "Are we taking a vacation or something?"
The demons drew their weapons with trembling hands. Some wielded SPAS-12s, others assault rifles, submachine guns, or even improvised pistols. Ammunition flew, gunfire cracking through the night like thunder. (Guys, we're in Carmilla's territory, and she's the main arms dealer of the Pride Circle — it wouldn't surprise me if even a baby had an assault rifle in their hands.)
"…This… this is going to work… he… he must be dead like the angel in the video," stammered a demon, eyes fixed on where Adam had stood — now replaced by dust from the sheer number of bullets fired. But what they saw froze their blood.
He smiled, cold and cruel, and with a simple wave of his hand, the bullets halted in midair, suspended. The demons screamed in rage. A SPAS-12 exploded in a demon's hands like glass, sending shards and smoke everywhere.
"Pathetic!" he sneered. "You think this can stop me? Come on, then!"
Some tried to rush him in groups, firing in volleys, but the light he wielded as a weapon didn't just stop bullets. Bolts of his power struck guns, demons, and everything in range. One shot hit a demon, sending him crashing into a wall, splintering wood and metal, his scream stifled by the impact. Another was literally cut in half by a swirling column of light.
Their eyes reflected pure fear, despair: some cried, others shouted insults, but all knew their chances were zero. Gunfire continued, but every volley was useless. Their weapons were powerless against Adam's supernatural mastery.
The reason Adam was alone in Hell was the same reason the clock had not rung for extermination: it wasn't supposed to happen. After his discussion with Sera, she told Adam that he would have to wait six months as agreed for the next extermination. She thanked him for speaking to her, suggesting that a total extermination might not be a good idea. Adam was happy to have helped Sera with her decision, but he was angry; he wanted not only to kill the demons to prevent future threats from the Foundation but also to vent his rage over the death of one of his daughters. He decided to go alone.
Meanwhile, Charlie and Vaggie discussed Charlie's pact with Alastor. Vaggie couldn't find the right words to stop Charlie from doing it, so she did the obvious — she intervened. Charlie did not sell her soul to Alastor, only a portion of her life energy. (I'm not exactly sure what Alastor took from Charlie, so clarify that.)
Now, Charlie was in the Cannibal District and had managed to convince its members to join her. She watched everything unfolding.
Charlie: How is it that the extermination has already started? Alastor, did you…
Alastor: Hmm-hum-ha. My dear, you don't think I wouldn't have taken precautions in case of… unforeseen events, do you?
Alastor created a portal, and a large number of angelic weapons emerged.
Charlie and Vaggie: You had all this with you!?
Alastor: But of course! Do you really think that upon learning the angels' weak points, I wouldn't stock up accordingly? I just needed us to sign the pact to use them.
Vaggie shot a glance at Charlie.
Vaggie: Then let's go.
Charlie: (Looking at the crowd before her) It's time to defend our home!!
Crowd of cannibals and hotel members: Woooooo yes baby! (insert meme)
She took a deep breath and shouted to her allies: "Let's go! Protect yourselves and… stop him!"
Adam continued advancing, massacring every demon who dared stand in his way, his insults flying like gunfire:
"Pathetic!" "Miserable!" "You are the shame of humanity!"
Each scream of anger or despair from the demons seemed to feed his pleasure. Their desperate resistance only made his massacre more methodical and terrifying.
Adam advanced with a cold smile. The demons tried to organize, aiming SPAS-12s, assault rifles, and submachine guns at him. Bursts of gunfire echoed, bullets striking walls, but to Adam, it was almost amusing.
"Oh… you're still shooting?" he sneered, leaving the bullets suspended before they exploded in smoke and shards of metal. "You really should find a new hobby… you're pathetic."
A demon tried to leap at him with a rifle, screaming in rage and fear. Adam snapped his fingers, and the rifle was torn from his hands, shattered in the alley.
"I offer you a better alternative than living in this shithole, but ah… as they say, there are always fools who insist on doing things their own way."
He stepped forward, and a column of light shot up from beneath his feet. Demons too close were thrown back, crushed against walls. He observed a small group rising, panting and trembling.
"Oh, you're still here? You really have no sense, huh?" he murmured, firing a beam of light that froze one demon in place before pulverizing him.
Another demon fired an assault rifle, hoping to hit Adam. But he was too slow. Adam made a quick gesture, and a wave of light sent the demon flying like a disjointed doll. As he fell, Adam laughed:
"That's what happens when you try to be a hero, you bitch!"
Every demon attempting to fight was either thrown or torn apart. Bolts of light sliced through metal and flesh, sending demons flying in every direction. Adam advanced slowly, killing and humiliating those who remained:
A demon tried to hide behind an overturned car, but Adam sent light through the metal:
"Seriously… you think a car wreck can protect you?" The car exploded, devouring him in a cloud of flames.
Another fired his submachine gun in a burst, and Adam conjured a wall of light that deflected the bullets to the ground, crushing the demon under the pressure of his seraphic aura.
"Boom. And you call that resistance?"
Even sniper rifles and grenades were useless; a single gesture neutralized every attack before it began.
The demons screamed, cried, begged… and Adam mocked them at every turn:
"You're so predictable!" "Oh, look at that… someone forgot to read the survival manual!" "Your very existence disgusts me… aieee!"
The landscape became a scene of luminous chaos, an apocalypse where metal shattered, concrete exploded, and demon corpses were swept away like dolls. Amid this carnage, Adam walked slowly, calmly, savoring every scream, every attempted counterattack or escape, every humiliation.
As the massacre continued, Adam stepped back, raising his hands toward the red sky of Hell. Vibrant light burst from his palms, forming swirling arcs of energy. The demons who still thought they could fight wavered, eyes wide.
"Oh, you thought it was over?" he sneered. "You haven't seen anything yet."
From pure light, an army of spectral angels emerged — glowing, floating silhouettes reflecting the true exterminator angels of Heaven. Weaker and more fragile than their originals, they were no less terrifying.
After Adam told his exterminator angels that he would go to Hell alone, they refused. Adam wanted to protect them from angelic weapons and Sera's wrath, but since they insisted, they arrived nonetheless. Adam could use one of Sera's abilities to project spectral images of individuals, similar to her holographic power but stronger. Adam could thus project his angels' images without putting their real bodies in danger; even if the projections were destroyed, their true forms remained safe in Heaven.
The demons, armed with SPAS-12s and assault rifles, tried to fire at the projections. Bursts of bullets and explosions rang out; each shot intercepted an angel. The bullets destroyed the illusions.
Surviving demons, armed with AK-47s, assault rifles, or even bazookas, tried to fight back, but they were overwhelmed by the projections.
Charlie and her allies burst in, each ready to put an end to the madness. The angelic exterminator weapons gleamed in their hands; they could destroy the projections, leaving Adam vulnerable if coordinated.
The battle exploded.
A furious cannibal demon charged one of the spectral angels with a spear, stabbing the projection's head directly. The illusion burst in a blinding flash… before another spectral angel appeared and decapitated the demon with a precise, surgical strike. The body fell, chaos escalating.
Vaggie moved with deadly precision, striking multiple projections with a sharp swipe of her angelic weapons. Each strike sent light shards flying, destroying projections before they could attack her allies.
Alastor, with his sadistic smile, used his magic to immobilize groups of projections, suspending them in the air like toys before Vaggie and the others destroyed them. Husk, grumpy but effective, flew above the battlefield, using cards made from the metal of angelic weapons to slice and pierce projections, sending shards of light in all directions.
Angel, meanwhile, raked the projections with angelic bullets, each shot exploding in light upon contact with the illusions. The precise volleys destroyed an entire line of specters, opening a path to Adam, but each movement was immediately met by a new wave of spectral angels emerging from the light.
The projections, though more fragile than their real counterparts, continued to harass the team. Some blocked shots, others charged directly at demons to immobilize or crush them.
Another demon tried to charge with a rifle, but Adam sent a column of light that sent him flying backward.
Angel's shot intercepted a projection emerging behind him, reducing it to a dust of light.
Charlie, at the center, shouted:
"We can't let them overwhelm us! Focus your fire on those blocking us! Coordinate — we have to reach Adam!"
Vaggie and Angel advanced side by side, their attacks synchronized to destroy several projections at once. Husk, from above, sent his sharp metal cards at specters suspended by Alastor's magic. The carnage was total: screams, light explosions, metal shards, and demon wails merged into violent chaos.
Adam stood there, calm and imposing, eyes cold on Alastor, who advanced with his eternal twisted smile and cane in hand.
Alastor tilted his head, his hissing voice echoing in the air filled with light and metal:
"Oh, dear Adam… I must admit, you have ambition. But let's see if you're up to the radio…"
Adam: Are you sure you're the radio demon? Aren't you more like the strawberry or apple demon?
Alastor was visibly offended, his smile widening.
Adam summoned a dozen spectral angels around him, floating like a motionless army. They formed a defensive and offensive line around him.
Alastor chuckled, raising his cane:
"Very well… let's play then!"
In an instant, he snapped his fingers, and the projections were immobilized in a whirlwind of voodoo black magic, suspended in the air like toys before he struck. The specters exploded upon impact, reduced to shards of light, but Adam quickly dodged, retreating with a calculated leap, instantly creating a new wave of faster projections.
Adam leapt forward, hands illuminated, and unleashed a swirling beam of light, slicing the air with a whistle. Alastor dodged with supernatural agility, pivoting to send back a jet of dark particles. Their attacks collided in an explosion of light and shadow, blowing debris around them.
Adam: Your tricks won't stop what must be done!
Alastor simply smiled, his voice a sinister whisper:
"Oh, but they are… so amusing!"
He conjured multiple translucent magical arms around him, each striking with deadly precision at Adam's projections. Some were destroyed, others dodged by Adam with swift leaps and energy undulations. He created a barrier of pure light to repel direct attacks, but Alastor seemed to anticipate every move.
The duel became a ballet of speed and precision:
Adam launched columns of swirling light, slicing debris and striking Alastor from the side.
Alastor countered with magical arms and waves of shadow, sending shards that made the light of the spectral projections flicker. Each impact generated a shockwave, lifting dust and metal fragments in all directions. The duel had reached its climax.
Light and shadow tore through the air, each attack shaking the ground and pulverizing nearby buildings. Alastor, exhausted but still smiling, had used all his voodoo puppets and shadow chains to hold his ground, but Adam was far stronger.
Adam took a deep breath, his eyes changing appearance — like the perfect copy eyes.
Seraphic Light Whip: A long trail of swirling light erupted from his hand, striking Alastor, who leapt to dodge, summoning a voodoo arm from the ground to soften his fall.
Columns of Judgment: Adam raised several vertical pillars of pure light around Alastor, each capable of piercing stone and metal. Alastor countered with a dense shadow barrier, blocking some columns but leaving others to smash into the ground with a deafening crash.
Blasts of Luminous Wings: Adam's wings spread, sending blades of light in all directions. The spectral projections attacked in coordination, but Alastor conjured voodoo puppets to block some strikes, then struck them with precise magical attacks.
Adam decided to get serious.
"It's time to end this game…" he murmured, voice cold and calm.
Adam had decided to finish it; after all, he was beginning to feel the backlash of his power. His nose had even started bleeding. He leapt forward, creating a massive wave of seraphic light. Alastor tried to counter, launching his voodoo arms and shadow chains to neutralize the assault, but this time, the force exerted by Adam was too fast, too strong.
He struck Alastor in the chest… Of course, Alastor survived, having concentrated his voodoo energy in his chest, which allowed him to absorb the blow partially, though the injury was immense.
Adam: Hahaha, never told you the radio is outdated?
Alastor: You would know "cough" if you had a single ounce of intelligence… "cough"… that the radio is immortal… he said as he escaped using his shadow.
Adam turned his attention back to Charlie.