Back to Original Settings

by Wiec126LC

Summary:

After the failed extermination Adam comes back to life. However even if universe spared him from second death now first man deals with other problems.

Now he must fight for survival.

Chapter 1: Crawling from the Dirt

Notes:

Long time ago I saw comment under AdamAgenda Fic with idea of the plot of this fic.

I don't know under which and from whom (if someone knows, please let me know), I don't know if there is already story like it on ao3 (if is then here is another one).

After the failed Extermination Day remains of angels' corpses and those barely alive were left behind, now at the mercy of Hell's rulers.

Sinners won.

And it’s all thanks to Princess of Hell, she finally proved herself. She is finally seen as a leader, her subjects don't make fun of her anymore. Now they all are heading towards better future.

Ah, the Princess of Hell—Charlie. She has a bubbly and cheerful personality, always believing in the good in others and pushing for redemption. Her unwavering positivity and idealism drive her to pursue her dream of transforming Hell.

Yes... she is and will pursue her dream regardless of the price, no matter what.

 

Her actions only prove it.

Not only she broke the treaty, she raised army armed with angelic weapons.
She feed victims to the cannibals. Like they were a cattle.

 

The sinners found themselves feasting on the remains of the exorcists. The cannibals were known for their grotesque consumption of the living and the dead alike, and it wasn't long before the remains of the angels were discarded into the trash pit in Hell, remnants of once-proud warriors turned into nothing but scraps.

Such vile sight was that...
Ignored, by most. Some were feasting other singing victory, self-praising songs.

Yes, that shows how worthy of sympathy and another chances they are.

 

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All leftovers from the feast were burried in the dirt pit. It has became a nameless mass grave.

A few days passed.
For days, all those angels had remained buried beneath dirt of hell.

Their bodies disintegrating into the soil, twisted by the savagery of their end. Their had been reduced to little more than broken fragments, remnants of once glorious, divine form. Wings, once expansive and radiant, had been torn apart by the cruel hands of the sinners.

And now, all that remained was the suffocating grip of the dirt that had claimed fallen in battle.

 

But after that few days of heavy silence from that mass grave, someone tried to crawl out of it.

His hands broke through the surface first. His fingers—torn, raw, and smeared with the dirt of his burial—scraped at the earth. His nails cracked, breaking off as they dug into the hard, unforgiving soil. He was weak, disoriented, but the primal instinct to survive flared inside him. With a guttural, hoarse cry of effort he pulled himself out of the grave.

It was Adam.
His body, once proud and strong, now looked broken and fragile. The world around him was a blur.

Adam was panicking—no surprise there. Not only did he have no idea where he was or what was happening, but his entire body was in pain, as if it was put on fire.
The air was thick, almost nonexistent and every breath felt like inhaling broken glass. He wheezed, chest tightening, and tried desperately to cough up the dirt that clogged his throat and lungs. Grit scraped the inside of his mouth as he gagged, spitting out clumps of earth.

When the panic connected to the fact he was buried passed he looked round.

And then remembered what happened.

'That Voldemort clown butted in! First he can't raise his brat so she won't be a moron and then he steps in and acts like hero because someone does it for him!'

First man found himself in the pride ring. Where his body was left. The fiery red sky of Hell was distant and harsh, the air thick with the stench of sulfur and decay. It felt wrong.

When he looked down to the hole he sees his exorcists...

 

Next thing he noticed was the absence of something that was an inseparable part of him for thousands of years.

His back, where once his wings had sprouted—glorious, radiant, strong—was now flat. He instinctively reached for his back, fingers brushing against the smooth, unblemished skin. He felt nothing. No graceful feathers, no divine appendages.
After a moment of pure terror first man patted the rest of his body. But to his relief he found no other changes like horns, tail or other parts of body that didn't fit there.

He was not a sinner or fallen. That's good thing.

But he noticed other thing.
'Fuck I'm naked? Ugh, that whole situation is so messed up that I didn't even noticed...'
Even if it didn't bother him as it should he still reached for tattered rags that were once part of his glorious robe.

 

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After that Adam figured out that he should disappear from view of that Hell's scum. So he hid in ruins of old building, which honestly looked as if it would fall apart at any moment.

But it was better than stay in sight of your enemies.

Now he was sitting there in the darkness, his body still weak as if he ran a marathon. Adam was able to steady his breath. His lungs no longer felt like they were tearing open with each gasp, but the weight in his chest hadn’t lifted.

He was far from 'okay'. In fact, he wasn’t even close to the outskirts of okay. His body was functioning, barely, but his mind was trapped somewhere far darker. It is rather hard to be in good place mentally when you just saw your friends' disfigured, violated corpses.

'Shit it was my fault. I shouldn't give that blond bimbo and her slut traitor a warning...' he admited to himself that he made mistake for the first time in a long time.
'Now the girls are dead and I have no powers left...' he thought as he tried to summon angelic power, again without result.

And it hit him like a truck: he has no powers, no way to contact Heaven, surrounded by the worst of the worst of this world.

All alone.

 

Chapter 2: Unyielding in Hell

Half-collapsed building loomed in the distance. Cracked iron pipes, fragments of stone, and charred remnants of walls formed a haunting labyrinth of decay. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, burnt flesh, and the distant rumble of the eternal fires of Hell. It was quiet—eerily quiet.
Only when you focused you could hear one quiet sound. Only the sound of Adam’s breath, shallow and strained, could be heard as he crouched low in the shadows, hidden among the broken debris and trash. His eyes, sharp and alert, darted back and forth, scanning the surrounding area.

He wasn't panicking, he would if he became a dirty sinner.

He's on guard now. He may not be fallen or sinner, but he still is in terrible position.

He can't try to contact with Heaven, he'd risk being captured by someone from Hell while trying... that and...

'I’m a alive human again'.

That realization settled heavily in his chest. That said, Adam still had always been more than just a regular human.
Humans always were meant to be above animals and then become a very something more in Heaven... Original humans were without phisical flaw or weakness, but then that cursed apple taken that away from humanity, then that fucking Lucifuck and First Slut destroyed everything (and their spawn continues Morningshits' tradition).
After that humans lost most of their... gifts.

Fallen state of humans made them weaker and weaker with each generation.

And even against all odds, First Man managed to get back into grace of Heaven. He became angel with a decent amount of power given by Heaven.

 

Now that power was taken away.

But there he is a man again, he notices some more diffrences in himself as time goes by.
'I supposed to be dead... how is it possible...? Could it be that my death from angelic weapon reseted me to the state I was in the very begining...?'

His hands clenched tighter 'I don’t have divine power. But... Adam was back to his original state, the first human, born in Eden before the fall. And that old familiar feeling was proof for it.

Even without wings, even without celestial power, there was something in him—something ancient.

It isn't perfect situation, but he still has something that could help him survive.

 

He had to survive. He would survive.

 

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Of course he didn't wanted to that get into his head. Even if he was stronger than when he wandered on primeval earth he still should be careful.

If Lucifer sniff him out (oh, wait...) he'll kill him for sure.
Overlords are a threat now. He would be able to deal with them, but still...

This is why he should stay hidden.
This is not game like all those exterminations before that last one. Now he has to be careful and mindful if he wanted to live.

 

Adam was cut off from the rest of the world, so he had no idea how much time it's been since failed extermination or since he resurrected.

Those ruins became his new shelter just like caves all those years ago.

But he needed to leave his safe place to get some food and fresh water. The strange, mortal limitations of hunger, thirst, and exhaustion became more apparent again. It was quite a long time since he felt those (in Heaven they had none of that shit). Even if he feels better than he was outside the Garden, his body still needed some sustenance—food, energy, something to restore him.
So during night he went to the nearest inhabited place. He stumbled upon Cannibal Town. The place was a twisted nightmare, a macabre gathering of sinners who feasted on each other’s flesh. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and even during quiet night Adam could hear the horrifying sounds of gnashing teeth and primal screams echoing through the streets.

 

Lucky he found food that wasn't someone's flesh. But he found also something else, what truly made Adam’s mind raced with fury. It was the sight of weapons made of angelic steel in possesion of cannibals. The once-gleaming metal, which he recognized all too well from his time as a warrior of Heaven, was now in hands of those disgusting scavengers.

His worst fears were confirmed. Adam’s heart sank as he realized the truth: not only these sinners had killed his girls, his fellow exorcists. They eate them, this is why their bodies were so... torn to pieces.
'Those are motherfuckers who killed my girls...' he thought full of anger, but didn't dared to make a sound so no one wakes up.

His eyes burned with a cold, vengeful fury. These creatures had not only desecrated the bodies of his sisters in arms, but they had also mocked us by using gift of Heaven for that. Adam wanted to just go there and do everyone a favour and end those waste of a souls for good. However he can't challenge them openly, knew he needed to plan carefully.

He couldn’t afford to reveal himself. If he did cannibals would go to the princess so she could pay off her debt.

So he went with his food back to abandoned building.

 

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But that doesn't mean he would let them get away with it.

Adam’s mind raced. He was no fool (when he let his his emotions cool down). He couldn't confront these cannibals head-on. Instead, he needed to strike in the way so they won't know from where came the blow. But how? And most importantly, how could he do this without letting anyone know that he was still alive?

 

The cannibals were reckless, driven by their insatiable hunger. Adam knew this. Their cannibalistic nature was a weakness in itself.

He can use that.

In the wilderness he and his family started gaining the first knowledge about poisonous substances for example. Then they passed on this knowledge to future generations what to avoid.
It was intriguing and sometimes annoying how humans used that later.

He saw from Heaven a lot of ways of administering death without inflicting wounds. Who would have thought that Adam will also use this method? He didn't.

 

Adam began collecting small amounts of the toxins and poisons. Not only he found a lot of useful things from that dumpster in which he lives now, but also he remembered what he could find in the pride ring (there was time he spended more time in Hell than just one day a year).
He knows enough to find substances that were undetectable by the mortal senses but devastating to the body. He mixed them into the food sources the cannibals consumed.

The poison wasn’t deadly in small doses. It was slow-acting, causing a gradual decline in their strength and vitality over the course of several days.

They would grow weaker and weaker without realizing what was happening.

Their strength draining until they could no longer move, let alone defend themselves from another cannibals...

The key was for the poison to be undetectable. If the cannibals suspected something was wrong, they would stop consuming each other. So Adam had to ensure the poison was well-hidden in a way that would mimic natural causes—an undiagnosed illness, perhaps. The perfect poison left no trace.

'Heh, not my style but that will do. Shame that it won't kill them for good.' this was the last planned trip to this carrion-stinking hole.

He was about to leave, but then he saw angelic steel again 'Well it's not enough'.
He crept into the house of that one fucker and ended that abomination in his sleep 'I may later come back and slowly start to slay them one at a time' he thought as he used angelc steel to get rid off the vile soul that used it to murder angels.

He wanted to be away from his enemies' eyes, really. And going on sinners hunt would cause that they will discover him sooner or later. But felt sick at the thought that they would be still suck air.

Well, now he just have to find another places where he can get food.

 

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It had became his routine. Every now and then he had to scrounge through the the city, hiding from demons and their endless noise, never venturing far from his hidden sanctuary. That's how he not only got his supplies, but also started to catch parts of what was happening in the world from others' conversations or newspapers.

"The fuck, that Princess of Cringe and Biggest Flop of Heaven rebuild that shithole already!" Adam complained whle sitting alone in his favorite corner.

The photo on the front of old newspaper proved dialouges between sinners to be true. They made new building (and everyone have to admit, it seems to be better than before).

"Pff, like that will help you, bitch. Good luck with your delusion. You've just proved why we needed extermination to begin with, you-" he stopped when he heard some noise inside the building.

 

The air had a shift to it—a noise, faint but growing louder, echoed in the distance.
It was footsteps and whispers.
Not of any passing creatures or rats this time—these were people. And they were growing closer.

While keeping himself calm, Adam slowly backed away. His eyes carefully scanning his surroundings.

He wasn’t scared.
He wasn’t even angry that that filth interrupted him, that they entered his place.

He was simply waiting. Waiting for the right moment in the darkness.

And they would never see him coming.

 

Chapter 3: Intruders

Notes:

This is my first time writng scene with more action.
Kinda a filler chapter.

The dilapidated old factory was a perfect place for a meeting. It was ignored by most, and big enough to hide from the prying eyes of Hell's power-hungry overlords that didn't wanted to allow other sinners to gain power, it was the ideal spot for hellborns like them to discuss their illicit activities. The smell of decay lingered in the air, they didn’t mind it.

A ragtag group of gang members entered the abandoned building, their heavy boots echoing against the cracked floor. Their voices bounced off the walls, filling the space with an unsettling tension.

Drugs trades in Hell were a thriving businesses, and they had just acquired the rarest commodity anyone in this forsaken land could dream of—an entirely new substance with mix of beelzejuice.
Hellborns can get rich by selling those stuff to sinners, they can't leave pride ring after all. And they weren’t about to let some overlords drive them out of the competition.

"Alright, listen up," a rough, gravelly voice cut through the air. Shark hellborn, a gaunt man with rough, cracked skin and a face that looked like it had been carved from stone, led the group.
"In pride ring we can sell beelzejuice on higher price. We just need to keep it quiet. Make sure other overlords don’t catch wind of it too fast." his eyes gleamed with greed, his lips curling into a smirk as he turned to the others.

"Yeah, they are the reason why newly formed groups, fresh overlords and hellborns have it hard" the shortest of them stated the obvious "This is why I told you it's good idea to use that trash bin. They rarely like to get into places like this."

The newly formed gang shuffled into the center of the ruin’s crumbling hall, their voices low but confident, the excitement in their words palpable. They were far from discreet. No one who knew what they were doing here would dare to intervene. Not unless they were looking for a fight.

“We still need to figure out how to distribute minimalize chances of anyone disturbing us. And that’s gonna take some planning.”

 

The gang fell into their usual planning routine, ignoring the creaks and groans of the crumbling building around them. The sound of their voices bouncing off the ruined walls felt oddly comforting in the otherwise empty space. They settled in, the dim light from a single lantern casting long, trembling shadows across their surroundings.

However, none of them noticed that the silence that followed their voices felt unnatural, and a creeping feeling, like being watched.

But it began to gnaw at the edges of their awareness.

The first to notice it was the mantis demon. Her red eyes narrowing as she glanced over her shoulder, antennae twitched nervously. Her gaze flickered towards the darkness, the corners of the room where the light couldn’t reach. “Did you hear that?” she whispered, her voice low, almost too soft to be heard. The rest of the gang ignored her at first, but she could sense something.
Something wrong.

“Quit messing around,” the bulky demon said dismissively, his hand still clutching a pouch of the illicit substance. “It’s probably just some rats or—”

*Thud*

 

The sound echoed through the ruins, low and heavy, shaking the very walls as if the building itself were groaning. The gang froze, every muscle tensing. Eyes darted to the shadows in the corners of the room, their bodies instinctively leaning forward, ears straining for the next noise. That wasn’t a rat.

And it disappeared behind the corner.

“What the hell is that?” someone hissed. He stood up to take better look (no such luck), his hand shaking as he reached for a weapon.
"You said that no one would come to that a crumbling garbage dump." another one turned to his short imp friend that proposed that place. He only shrugged.

Boss of the gang ignored them "Ugh, this is just probably some hobo. Just go take care of it." he sended two of his men.

 

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The imp and the mantis demon slowly moved away from the rest of the gang, the dim light of the lantern barely illuminating their path. The eerie silence of the factory was interrupted only by the sound of their footsteps, the air thick with uncertainty. Every creak and groan of the decaying building seemed to add to the mounting tension.

The mantis’s antennae twitched nervously, her sharp red eyes darting around as she kept her senses on high alert. "I don’t like this," she murmured under her breath, her voice barely a whisper.

The imp, though uneasy himself (it was after all unknown place for him) tried to mask his uncertainty with bravado “Okey. Show yourself and we will not fund you much pain for disturbing us.”

 

But no one answered.

 

Suddenly, the noise came again—louder this time. A distinct thud, followed by a scraping sound, as if something heavy was dragging along the floor. The sound reverberated through the narrow corridor, bouncing off the walls and causing their hearts to race.

“Did it came from over there?” the mantis asked, her voice now a low hiss. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing, trying to pinpoint where the noise had come from.

The imp hesitated, his muscles tensing as the noise echoed once more. "Yeah, I heard it. Let’s just—"

But before he could finish, they turned a corner- they reached a fork. To the left, the corridor was littered with broken debris—old, rusted metal pieces, jagged shards of glass, and scraps of crumbling stone. It seemed like a dead end, just piles of forgotten rubbish. To the right, however, there was a narrow passage with a series of doors lining the walls, each one closed except for the farthest one. That door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness beckoning them forward.

They both exchanged a quick glance. “We check the room?” the mantis asked, her voice uncertain.

The imp glared at her, but his hesitation was clear. "Oh stop being such wimp. Better than wandering in this debris-filled nightmare."

They moved down the narrow corridor toward the door, the air growing colder, heavier as they approached. The creaking of the building seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of their cautious footsteps. The mantis reached out and gently pushed the door open, her eyes scanning the room.

 

The room was drowned in the darkness. To see anything both of them had to use flashlight in their phones.

Inside, the room was dark and empty. It was a small, dusty space filled with old, abandoned furniture—broken chairs, overturned tables, and cracked mirrors.
There was nothing there. Just more trash.

 

The tension that had gripped them since they heard the noises seemed to dissolve in an instant. The imp let out a relieved sigh. "Huh. See? Nothing. You were worrying for nothing," he said with a half-hearted laugh, though he still felt an unease lingering at the back of his mind.

The mantis didn’t seem as reassured. She stood still, eyes still flicking nervously toward the shadows. "Maybe… Maybe we should check the rest of the place? Just to be sure?" she suggested, her voice uncertain.

"Ugh, you want to waste more time? Maybe those noises are just this building slowly decaying." he said, but then he thought that even if this was nothing they should make sure.

The imp turned to face her, ready to agree, but as his eyes shifted toward the doorway, he froze. His breath caught in his throat.

 

For moment they could see it.

There, standing just beyond the doorframe, was a massive figure—something that shouldn’t have been able to hide in a corridor this narrow, but somehow had. A towering, humanoid shape lurked in the rubble, partially obscured by the debris. Its outline was monstrous, more shadow than flesh, but the two piercing golden eyes glowed like twin flames, cutting through the darkness.

After those few seconds door closed. And Egyptian darkness came.

Both demons froze. The words died in their throats.

The creature’s massive form loomed over them, like a predator sizing up its prey.

Neither of the demons used their guns, for some reason they were too shocked for that. Logically they knew that with those weapons they were fine, but something in theirs minds screamed that they messed up.

It was too late.

After it passed, imp at the front raised his flashlight slowly, towards that...
To get a better look...

 

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Minutes dragged on in the abandoned factory. The eerie silence that had descended upon the gang was a weight, thick and oppressive. The sounds of footsteps and hushed whispers from two members which splitted from them had long ago faded behind corner.

It had been too long.

 

“They should’ve been back by now.” the gang boss muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl tinged with irritation. He looked towards the hallway where the others had gone, the shadows there feeling far too thick, far too still.

Before anyone could respond, a sudden crash shattered the silence. The sound was violent, sharp, and it echoed through the cavernous factory like a clap of thunder. The gang froze, every one of them stiffening, straining their ears, hearts pounding in their chests. The crash had come from down the hallway—the same hallway their missing comrades had ventured down.

"That came from the hallway they went to..." one of the gangsters said in grim observation, one that made the cold sweat run down the backs of their necks.

 

The gang boss stood up, prepared his gun and after few moments of silence and no motion from the darkness he moved quietly towards corner “Get ready. No matter, if someone found out our place. It’s not going to—”

He was cut off before he could finish the sentence.

A massive hand shot out of the darkness, its size and power unimaginable. It moved with terrifying speed, emerging from the shadows like a nightmare made flesh. In an instant, the hand lashed out, spear pierced the gang boss’s throat with a brutal precision that left no room for mercy.

The force of the attack was overwhelming. There was no time to react, no chance to stop it. The gang boss's body went limp, his eyes wide in shock as his life was ripped away in an instant.

*Thump*

His lifeless body fell to the ground with a sickening thud, the sound of death resonating in the stillness of the factory. The group stared, wide-eyed, in disbelief.

The hand that had struck so quickly vanished as soon as it had appeared, retreating into the darkness with the same terrifying speed. There was no sound to mark its departure—only the sickening knowledge that they were no longer in control. The predator was still out there, hidden in the shadows, watching, waiting for its next victim.

 

The rest of the group started shoting in the direction of where hand came from, but before the first shots were fired, that tall humanoid managed to escape in a different direction to another hallway without them noticing it.

And there is where they made another mistake. They used most ammo while doing that.
They didn't came there with posibility of real confrontation in minds.

The gang’s throats went dry.
Their leader was dead, and they all were next.

They got closer to each other for protection and pulled out their white weapons.

After a few moments that felt like an eternity, after looking all around them - they spotted him.
He emerged from another part of the building still covered in darkness.
The shortest imp's hands shook as he raised the flashlight, and their blood ran cold as the flickering light revealed the shape of the creature in front of them.

 

There he standed, among the ruins of the building.

A towering figure looms in the dim light, a primal figure emerged, embodying the essence of terror. He looked like a caveman, monstrous in size, his broad, muscular frame bulging with raw, untamed strength. Spear of angelic steel only emphasized this look. This man, with wild, unkempt hair and a menacing glare, had become a harbinger of death, having ruthlessly taken the lives of their companions.

He was almost naked, the only thing he had was a bit of material around his hips, arms and head which looked as improvised hood.
That hood covered his face the way they couldn't see it's features except for... those eyes fixed on them.

He was blood stained... they could see bloody imprints of their companions' hands on his forearms...

 

The gang members didn’t scream at first. No, they just stood there, frozen in disbelief. The figure before them had no demonic traits and yet they could see he is a force of nature. His presence was overwhelming.

They knew he was out of their league.

And then, finally, the silence shattered.

The creature didn’t answer to any questions they may had and honestly they didn't expected any.

Instead, it moved.

It charged.

 

The speed with which it attacked was terrifying—unlike anything the gang members had ever seen. Before any of them could react, the creature’s massive hand shot out, knocking the nearest demon aside like a ragdoll. His body collided with the crumbling wall with a sickening crack as he crumpled to the ground.
And then he was finished with a spear in the heart.

The rest of the gang scattered in a frenzy of fear and confusion, but the creature’s eyes—those piercing gold eyes—followed every movement, every step. It stalked forward, it was kinda weird that something that big didn't caused any tremble beneath their feet.

He started to kill them one by one.

One of the sinners run towards dead body of their leader (he didn't used the whole ammo!) as enemy drawned nearer.
“Stay back! I-” he didn't finished that thought as the man has thrown his weapon and hit him straight in the eye.
The power of that toss was so powerful that spear nailed his skull to the wall.

Then fifteen foot tall man clamly got it back and turned his attention towards reptile demon which he was holding by the throat, lifting her from the ground with one hand.
She kicked and struggled, but it was no use. The power in the creature’s grip was overwhelming. Then he gutted her and then, just as quickly, she was tossed aside, her body slamming against a pile of jagged debris.

 

Little imp was the only one alive. He had no weapon experience so he could only watch in horror.
His heart pounding in his chest. Why he proposed this place?!

But as caveman started to gutting out his reptile acquaintance, he started to crawl as quietly but at the same time as fast as he could the way they have entered.

When he couldn't hear the last of screams of agony anymore he got back at his feet.

And he ran.

He knew that place so he had no trouble finding exit.

He could see the daylight of the outside world, so he took a deep breath to scream for anyone who would listen.
But before he could start screaming at the top of his lungs to anyone who could hear him, spear pierced his upper stomach so fast and strongly that he has fallen on his face.

For few moments that felt as eternity hellborn struggled, he still wanted to live.
But he was perforated by angelic steel.
He was running out of time.

He still tried to scream, but it was useless.

The spearhead was pulled out of him and then he recieved a final blow.

 

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The ruins fell silent once again.

Remains of Adam's exorcist robe wasn't tainted anymore only his old gold blood, now there was also fresh blood of hell's fucks.

"Heh, that foreplay was more fun than I expected. But now I wish I could take a bath and watch some good horror movie..." Adam stepped back from the daylight.

 

Notes:

I planed this fic to be just four or five chapters long.
But again I decided to add some things... it'll be bit longer.

Chapter 4: Weakness in the mercy

Notes:

Well, this the last introductory/calm chapter...

If you like that chapter, then you may want to check out my other fic (it has more chapters).
It's not focused on Adam like this one (he still has some small role in it) but it is calling out charaters.

From time to time Sera poundered about the past. She thought back to the times when everything was better and it was not a nostalgia or unfounded putting on pedestal.

Though Heaven has beautiful gardens that are peaceful, serene, the air crisp with the sweetness of all kinds of flowers—it couldn’t compare to The Eden. That paradise, now is just a hazy dream, felt like a distant, unreachable place. The soft, green hills and crystal-clear streams were nothing but a fading echo in her mind.

The memories were always there, lingering just beneath the surface—memories of a time before the fall of humanity. A time when everything had been perfect. A time before rebellion and banishment, before the corruption of the human soul. Before everything had gone wrong.

 

Sera sighed softly as she remembered the first time she’d stepped into the Garden of Eden. It had been a paradise—lush, vibrant, and teeming with life. The sky was always the perfect shade of blue, the air filled with the scent of flowers and fresh earth. The humans, angels, animals and nature had lived in harmony, their hearts pure and untouched by the darkness that would eventually claim them.

Her mind wandered back, and she could almost hear the joyful sounds of the humans, their laughter like music, free and pure. Their innocence had been a quiet melody that echoed through the forest, no fear or malice in their hearts. The trees had seemed to hum with their joy, the rivers sparkling as they passed by. There had been no temptation, no whispers of rebellion. Only peace. Only harmony.

 

She missed those days so dearly. Those days when everyone were together united, happy, carefree and innocent.
She could almost imagine the warmth of Eden’s sun on her skin. Maybe if she closed her eyes hard enough, perhaps she could return—if only for a moment. But she knew better. The past was a threadbare tapestry, fading and unraveling with each passing day.

"Everything was so simple then..." she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible against the vast silence of the Heaven's morning.

But now it's time go back to office. As she was on her way she tried to block centrain thoughts from her mind...
The thoughts about that how she contributed to making it happen.

 

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“We’ve been going to easy on them since the beginning, Sera. We’ve failed. You know it, I know it, and the whole damn heavens know it. This peace treaty—it was a mistake, and now Hell is laughing in our faces!” Lute growled, his voice low and filled with frustration. Her fists clenched at her sides as she paced, the soft thuds of her boots against the marble floors echoing in the otherwise quiet chamber. "We gave them a chance. The treaty was clear—no interfering into Extermination, no attacking Heaven, no more chaos. But what did those clown faces do? They broke it. They intervened in Extermination and murdered our warriors. Do you think I’ll just stand by and let that go unanswered?"

Sera stood still, her gaze fixed on the distanthorizon beyond the window. The soft glow of Heaven’s morning sunlight filtered through the delicate glass, casting long, gentle beams across the stone floor. But even the light felt cold in that moment—distant, as if the warmth had abandoned her.

She didn’t need to look at Lute to feel the heat of her anger, or the weight of the frustration pressing down on the room like a heavy storm cloud.

Sera just like Emily hated conflict, hated violence, hated the thought of doing something so extreme. She already made this difficult decision about exterminations ages ago. Back then it seem to be the only option, but as they all can see it failed...
Heaven was supposed to be peaceful, wasn’t it?

 

"Why are we still talking about this, Sera?" Lute stepped forward, her voice cut through Seraphim's thoughts "After everything—after the Extermination, after Adam’s death—you’re still hesitating?"

Sera looking weary, turned her gaze away from the window and looked at shorter angel.
“Lute... I’m not blind. I know what’s happening. But the more I think about it, I think about more violence... more destruction... I think about Emily. She believes there’s still a way to reach them, to change things. I want to believe that too...”

Lute’s eyes flashed with disbelief, her jaw tightening, but she remained silent, giving Sera the chance to continue.

“And I start to think Emily may be right.” Sera murmured, her voice barely above a whisper now. “That one sinner from Princess’ Hotel… he’s over there, redeemed. This is our possibility for peace.”

“With all due respect, but her highness Emily is naive. Peace? With them? They’ve already shown us they have no intention of keeping their word. Lucifer and Lilith’s corruption of humanity was only the beginning. And now, that hellspawn...” her voice drips with disgust.
“She’s a spoiled brat, exactly like her parents. She thinks she can just kill anyone who disagrees with her and still be seen as a hero. It’s insulting. She’s following in their footsteps, using the same tactics and manipulation. They take advantage of those last shreds of our kindness—our mercy. And what do we get in return? More shedding of angel's blood.”

Sera’s wings stiffened, her heart pounding in her chest. “Charlie is just like Emily…” she began quietly, though the words tasted bitter in her mouth. “She’s just trying to fix things. She… she wants to make Hell her home a better place. I myself found it hard to believe at first, but… she thinks if she can bring everyone together, if she can just change the way things are—”

Lute cutted in “Change things? You’re still giving her and sinners the benefit of the doubt, even after everything? After the Extermination? After the attack on my sisters? On Adam? That sinners filth are a murderers, rapists, terrorists ect and ect. They are a danger to everyone in Heaven!"

Lute looked deranged now, but calmed down after a few moments.

Then Lute’s voice grew even colder “She doesn’t want her people to change, Sera. She wants to be seen as a savior and she’ll do whatever it takes to get it. This isn’t about peace, Sera. And if we don’t act now—if we don’t put them in their place while we still have the chance—while we’re not completely crippled by our own indecision—” She stopped, her breath while starring into Sera's soul “It will be too late.”

 

High Seraphim's expression flickers with internal turmoil once again showing weakness "We tried already tried violence as solution. We cannot keep going down the same path of destruction."

“Fact that one snake sinner got a paint job doesn't change anything. The longer we delay, the weaker we look. We’re making ourselves targets by showing them mercy." lower rank angel's frustration was boiling over " You think they’ll respect us if we just keep offering peace? They don’t care about peace! They’ve already broken every agreement. That blond bitch is a ticking time bomb, just like her parents. If we don’t stop them now, everything will fall apart.”

 

There was long silience. Both of them went like that for some time now, both of them repeated themselves.

 

"If you’d taken care of arch-traitors once and for all, first chance you got—before Lucifer and Lilith turned humanity into their playthings—we wouldn’t be in this mess. But now, we’re stuck with the consequences of Heaven's hesitation. You failed both angels and humans. You failed Ad-... you failed us all the way.”

Taller angel's eyes flicker with a pained expression, she remains silent unable to argue back. Or to demand more respect. But there was no arguing with it. There was no denying the weight of her failure, no way to escape the haunting knowledge that her hesitation had led them here.
Her mind came back to the time of Eden again.
As if both Lute and her own regrets were showing her what damage passivity can do.

 

"You already failed, Sera. We all did. Let's do better from now on." Lute's remains of facade cracked, now the sorrow could be heard in her voice.
"I already had to break the news to killed exorcists' families and friends. Don't make me have to tell them why we submit and cooperate with people that are causing nothing but destruction and sorrow since the very begining of creation."

She didn't waited for a response. She turned and left the room.

Sera’s gaze followed her departure.

And in the hush that followed, more questions surfaced—perhaps peace could follow redemption, but would it only mean yet another submission to them? Whose peace would it be, truly? Surely not for those who had suffered at the hands of Hell Pit’s residents. How much more were they expected to give? Hadn’t the cost of appearances alone was already proven too steep—and for nothing?

 

Chapter 5: At the Source

Notes:

Ok there is new chapter.
Also I edited, extended first chapter (but just a little) some time ago between updates.
Nothing big, I just felt like it was missing something.

If Adam harbored any hope of ever returning home, that hope diminished with each passing day.

Deep down, he wished that someone—anyone—would send retribution to this forsaken place, if not for killing those of Heaven (which is a cause for concern in itself), then for violating the treaty.

Maybe then, amidst the chaos, he’d find a chance to reach out, to be rescued and finally taken away from this hellhole. But nothing came. No attack, no attempt to reclaim bodies.

 

 

He should have known better by now.

 

 

Sera was always sentimental, often too forgiving and lenient when it came to punishment. Sometimes that softness paid off—like the deal they struck with Lilith, which, at least on paper, seemed mutually beneficial (however as we all can see it was worthless).

But this pathological desire for peace is not getting Heaven closer towards resolution. In fact, the way everything is going shows that soon everything will turn into bigger shitshow. Giving them whatever they want is terrible idea. It won’t earn their gratitude—in fact, it often breeds entitlement. The more you give, the more they expect, appeasement only fuels their demands. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile without hesitation.

It doesn’t take a genius to see the pattern: sinners, demons, fallen angels and even living humans who operate in bad faith will exploit any generosity until there's nothing left to take. And once you have nothing more to offer—or worse, finally say no—they won’t hesitate to turn on you. Loyalty means little to those scumbags who view empathy as weakness or means to an end.

That complete lack of any decisive action after everything that had happened?

That was just absurd!

Did Sera already forgot why they started Exterminations in the first place?!

 

Sigh, he is... just deeply disappointed.

 

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Anyway Adam already got used to human body. It wasn't even so hard, probably thanks to his unfallen state. But he did missed his awesome wings...

Also he accepted nocturnal lifestyle.

While, before he only left his shelter for food when it was necessary during night, after few weeks he became more confident. But he watched himself to be careful.

He poisoned food of cannibals and it went according to his plan. They eat each other alive, they truly are more digusting than rabid animals. It kinda destabilized that closed society, but not enough to someone panic that much (after all they still came back after they were eaten, second death is what get people scared). But it had to be kinda traumatizing to be being so helpless and then your neighbors and friends eat you alive.

Everyone that heard about it came to the conclusion that it was just another illness.
Nothing too weird about this.

Unlike in Heaven, all kinds of sickness still plagued everyone in Hell, even if this is afterlife. It was pretty normal - another reason why Hell sucks.
Fortunately, Adam has a strong enough immune system.

After some time passed, when that 'sickness in Cannibal Town' didn't even made others to rise an eyebrow, then Adam saw that he may finally start to slowly kill those scavengers and reclaim more angelic weapons.

 

 

It went great, without problems for entire month.

However now he had to leave Cannibal Town for a while again. After so many deaths without respawning, overlords of this territory (including that coward, Overused Tampon) took interested in it. Adam found out about it in the hard way, when he was almost detained. The only reason why no one caught a trace of him was because he was cautious to begin with.

He decided that he needs to expand his hellshit hunting territory.
The Cannibal Town was no longer his sole focus for now, but he will come back later.

Adam started slowly to sent more and more sinners all around the Pride Ring to second death each night.
Fact that someone died in Hell was not worth acknowledging, but people started to notice when many souls don't come back.

But still, those numbers from few nights were nothing compared to his lowest score from extermination.
And honestly it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.
Mostly because it wasn't even that fun anymore...

 

But killing that filth was not the only occupation with which he occupied his mind, so that it would not wander to the things he miss...

(He misses Heaven... he misses his girls and Lute... she would love to smite that hell's scum, so why...)

For example he started making things out of the trash he came across again.
In takes him back to his handiwork phase... Honestly it's not like he has much better things to do.
He thought about making some instruments to play, but that would be stupid move. He is in hiding after all, he must be quiet. Even if his place was abandoned, someone might get in to look around or do other things—just like that gang he dealt with last time. Better not to take the risk.

But he did managed to upgrade his clothing, it still looks like a rags but it is more comfortable now.

Also ex head exorcist started to pay more attention to Hell's gossip and politic (reason: reading newspaper is one of his main activities now).

What he found out confirmed his belief that Heaven should drop a holy nuke on that place every now and then, this was yet another reminder yearly Exterminations alone had never been enough. He kinda wish that he'd start to pay attention to Hell's news sooner, now he can see which sinners would be first to go during Extermination.

 

Amoungs things he discovered there were informations about Overlords. That's how Adam found out about Carmilla Carmine.

She is an arms dealer, particularly she sells angelic steel. She built her little empire on graves, not the first time if he had to guess. A lot of sinners with specializations like that for example, often started their careers during theirs lifes on Earth.

She gave it to Princess and her 'friends'. She had orchestrated the massacre by supplying the cannibals with angelic steel, the very weapons that had cut down the exorcists.

...Who'd thought that his old project would backfired. All those ages ago exorcists started to give just a little of their arsenal so they would kill each other for the rest of the year.

"That Profit Slut made business out of it! While trying to deal with problem of overpopulation and limited time I created a new problem!" Adam growled as she threw the newspaper aside.

 

'...How did spoiled rotten blondie knew that angelic steel can kill angels...?'
Even eggheads is Heaven didn't knew about it (someone should get fired for that).

'...Oh. That cunt... that Overbitch dared to kill first exorcist... and sold that information along with weaponry.'

 

The realization had come to him suddenly, shockingly clear, as if a veil was torn from his eyes.

But there was no explosion of seething fury like he would expect it to be. There was no burst of fiery rage which would normally pass through him and shake him to the core.
No. It wasn't like anything that he would expected from himself.

As if the remnants of his wrath were used up during the discovery in Cannibal Town.

The fierce fire that had once ignited within him, driving his temper and his fury, had flickered out. What remained was an eerie stillness simmering in the depths of his stomach, where his rage typically resided. Before he would have shouted, punched walls, and lashed out until there was nothing left to destroy. He had lost control so many times before—over nothing, really like a stupid comment or a look that rubbed him wrong. He’d always been the guy who had trouble controling it—the one who would lose himself in the heat of his emotions, who would let them spill out like an uncontrollable flood.

But now… he was calm.

Too calm.

Don't get him wrong, he was still angry.

The anger hadn’t gone—it was still there, but that emotion was kinda diffrent...
That made him uneasy at first, when he realized it. And yet that felt right...

As he thought about that entire situation he got epiphany: he did felt this righteous anger before. Even if it was overshadowed by feeling sadness caused by betrayal. Back in Eden...

 

Adam ran a hand over his face as he leaned back against the wall, letting the weight of the moment settle into his bones.

"...Well, I wiped the floor with some of their dogs. Now I can go after the pricks who trained them."

 

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Adam didn't went to deal with that bitch right away. He needed to prepare for that as much as he can.

Day after day, he observed the exterior architecture, memorized every wall, position of every security camera of her main building. He studied the surrounding area, delivery schedules and how the workers moved in and out of the factory. Patterns slowly emerged.

He selected one worker for interrogation in an attempt to get something useful out of him.

But despite his efforts, he remained at a disadvantage. The interior of the building was a mystery, locked behind thick concrete walls and guarded entrances. No blueprints or maps. Informant worker gave only small insight into what waited inside, where is Overlord's office (if that was truth to begin with). He knew that once he crossed that threshold, he’d be almost blind. Whatever happened then, he would have to improvise on the fly.

 

 

Now all he could do is to wait for the opportunity.

And he got one during one lazy week in factory, there was no shipment or paperwork for workers. Building was almost empty.
When the night came Adam concluded that this could be the best opening he will get.

When dark clouds hung heavy overhead, thick and bloated with the promise of violent rain.

The storm, when it came, it would drown everything out. The thunder would crack like an executioner’s hammer, and the rain would beat down in a relentless roar, drowning out any trace of movement. It would give him the cover he needed—the weather itself was his ally. First man moved with silent precision, sound of his footsteps were lost in the wind and heavy acid rain as he traversed the broken streets, his destination clear.

Carmilla's territory loomed ahead.
The walls were high, the windows barred, but none of it mattered to Adam.

Normaly it would be hard to get in without any powers. But thanks to his experience in stealth for example that he gained in primordial earth and superior anatomy - he could easly get in.

But fact that storm acted as a smokescreen for the cameras and having borrowed access card also helped.

 

 

Except for the sound of the rain outside fabric was silent during night, when he arrived. There were no watchful eyes. So at least that part of an information was right.

But Adam knew better than to trust appearances, there could be unseen cameras or someone that stayed after work. He moved carefully, eyes all around his head, all ears. Any mistake can be fatal for him (ok, maybe not but it would be bothersome).

Ok, let's find out if office is where he was told he could find it. His intuition, sharpened by years of warfare, guided him through the darkened halls, while using clues he got. After some time, Adam could tell that this part of the information he received was also accurate—this section of the building wasn’t as empty as the rest. So Overbitch could be there. He moved toward the only source of sound and dim light, keeping to the shadows.

Finally, he found her.

 

There she was, in the big office room.
Carmilla Carmine was was tidying everything up after a day full of paperwork. Standing with her back turned to him.

Adam's eyes flashed with anger.

He crept a little closer before lunging at her, the angelic steel in his hand singing a silent aria of retribution.

He was aiming to her upper back, however Carmilla was a good fighter with fine reflexes. She felt the shift in the air. She was caught off guard, but she did moved before it could give her a fatal blow. But spear still manadged to slash her flesh on her left arm.

Now she crumpled to the floor, taken aback by intruder's presence.

She grabbed her bleeding arm as she looked up at her aggressor.

He however was not discouraged by this unsuccessful attack "You were a fool to think you could outrun the consequences of your actions." he was too angry to even curse now. Or maybe not angry enough?

Adam’s voice rang out in the stillness of the room. His golden eyes blazed with cold fury.

 

"Who—?" she started, her words cut off as her breath caught in her throat.

For a moment thunder illuminated dark room in which they were along with the face hidden under the hood.
Carmilla's expression shifted from confusion to a brief flash of recognition.

The exterminations.

The TV broadcasts.

Broadcast of the final massacre of the exorcist angels, had aired few months ago. She had seen it, she had watched the destruction unfold with a twisted sense of satisfaction. The world thought that this angel was dead.
Man before her looked quite diffrent. No wings, diffrence in clothes, his hair longer more messy. But apart from this, those eyes and features unmistakebly belonged to First Man.

"Main Exorcist?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "You’re... alive?" overlord never got so fast into her feet.

Adam just gazed her for a moment, he stared at the person that started that whole mess.
"You sold death like candy. I’m here to shove it down your fucking throat."

 

In a heartbeat, Carmilla’s shock turned to action. Her healthy arm shot out and in a split second, she throwed a the nearest piece of furniture toward him.
Adam dogged it with ease, but it was just a distraction. Carmilla was now just before him in a middle of jump about to use her sharp, gleaming ballet boots.

She lunged, her blades flashing as they cut through the air toward his throat.
She wanted to kill him just like she killed first exorcist fallen from the hands of that filthy souls.

Adam was fast enough to block the strike, his spear (shame he doesn't have his axe) meet her boots with a loud clash. Sparks flew as the two weapons collided. Carmilla was strong, faster than he had expected and her skill with her weapons was obvious.

But that was not enough. Adam was right, he still was more than capable to beat bigger overlord. Especially when he already wounded her.

As she was about to jump back to regain distance, the bigger man grabbed her by one leg.

 

 

And ripped that leg off. With his bare hands.

 

 

He tossed away the foot dressed in something that belonged to Heaven. Carmilla herself was thrown across the room.
As she was taking a moment to get her breath back, Adam calmly walked up to her. He had time.

"You can’t kill me… I won’t let you!" overlord shouted as she tried to get up.

She drew another breath, probably to continue screaming at him or to gain some strenght for another fruitless attack. But before she could, First Man grabbed her by the neck and lifted shuffling around woman to his eyes level.

With his other hand, he ensured she wouldn't seize that opportunity to strike him with her second steel boot. "You've already let me, you greedy hag. You knew what that steel was for, so don’t act shocked that it finally comes for you."

Adam didn’t hesitate. In one fluid movement, repositioned her in his grasp, caught hold of her healthy ankle.
Then wrenche it out.

More of Carmilla’s scream filled the room as she tumbled to the floor, her weaponized boots clanking away from her. Her eyes widened in shock and pain. First Man towered over her, his gaze unwavering as he raised his spear.

Carmilla attempted to crawl back, reaching for something—anything—to defend herself, but Adam was faster.

In a single, fluid strike, he brought the angelic steel down.

She cried out in pain, but the blow wasn’t fatal. It was a quick strike to incapacitate her, a strike that ensured she couldn’t fight back.

And he did it again.

And again...

 

Finally, just as Adam raised his weapon to end Carmilla's life, the workshop doors slammed open with a deafening bang. Two figures rushed in, they heard comotion and came to check on their mother.

A macabre sight awaited them. Mother layed on the floor in pool of her own blood with all four limbs amputated.

Their shock kept them from acting only for a moment.
In a second, those demon eyes filled with fear and fury as they saw their mother in peril.

“Get away from her!” one of them shouted and both drew their weapons, ready to defend mother at any cost.
Without a second thought one of ballerinas charges at Adam.

Her movements are swift and precise, in that family they all are professionals in use both spears and ballet shoes. The sound of angelic steel rings in the air as she tries to kill intruder.

At the same time the other girl knelt down trying to help her mother.

But it was useless.

It was too late.

She bleed out to death... from angelic steel.

With a tears in her eyes sinner he joined the fight to help her sister.

 

With a swift motion, one sinner lunged, her foot aimed at the intruders's knee. He sidestepped, pivoting on his heel. The spear flashed as he struck, narrowly missing the other girl who dashed past him.

The second girl joined in, launching an attack from the side. Adam could feel their rhythm, their synergy. They worked as one, weaving in and out with deadly grace.
But he was relentless. Each parry filled him with resolve. He played with them.

And as much he wanted to do it a bit longer and learn more about their fighting technique, again it started to dawn upon him that he should just get over with it.

So he stopped play on defence.

With one well-timed maneuver, he caught the first girl off balance.

In a heartbeat, he drove the spear forward.

She gasped, shock etched on her face as the life slipped from her.

He stabbed her straight into heart.
Then grabbed her by the face, removed the spear from her body and dropped it like it was nothing but pile of trash.

 

 

There was short moment of silence, that felt much longer for both left alive.

 

 

"You killed her..." The only sinner alive in the room let out a guttural cry, her angelic steel slashing wildly as she tried to avenge her family.

But Adam was prepared for that. He parried her strikes and with a brutal move punched her in the abdoment so hard it sent her tumbling to the floor and vomit blood.
She was injured. But she wasn’t done yet.

In suicidal pursuit of revenge, without a second thought, she charges at Adam. Human quickly raises his weapon, deflecting her initial attack.

"I’ll make you pay!"

Honestly, now he wanted to just end this.
While aiming for the throat he stabs her in the right arm. Deep. But she uses that short moment of closer contact and one of her slashes cuts across his arm.

It was a shallow wound, it didn't even hurt that much, but Adam instinctively grabbed the bleeding scratch.
His eyes suddenly catch the sight of blood dripping from his own wound.

"Oh."

The sight of it, the fresh blood on his hand, distracts him for a split second.

 

And that moment is all that wounded woman needed.

Sinner staggered backward, blood trailing from the wounds and mouth, each breath a ragged battle. Her enemy was distracted — eyes unfocused, lost in a moment of disorientation — and it should have been the perfect opening. But her vision blurred, and her grip faltered. She could barely lift her weapon, let alone wield it with the force needed to end him. The danger hadn’t passed.

She regaind the clearity of her mind.
It is obvious that she'll lose that battle if she continues. She'll meet her second death just like her mother and sister.

It will be a miracle if she will manage to escape, before he focus on her again.

She decided that she has to live to avenge them. She takes advantage of Head Exorcist’s momentary lapse, with clenched teeth and bitter frustration she stepped back further, retreating into the shadows and pushing herself further to leave factory.

 

Adam doesn’t immediately react.
His mind is clouded with the sight of his own blood. He doesn't know for how long it took him to come back. By the time he snaps back to reality, she already vanished into the night.

Well, the good thing is that she didn’t continue the attack while he was lost in his mind’s castle. He came out of this battle with only scratch. But bad news are...

 

He fucked up.

 

The time when everyone in Hell believed Adam is gone was over.

 

Notes:

I want to consequences happen to bad people. Even if that's just a fanfic.

They are getting away in real life too often, so at least make fiction more satisfying.
Some people have sympathy for murderers, rapists, war criminals, terrorists, any kind of child abusers, cannibals, traitors, torturers, human traffickers, gangsters ect. ect. Those who defend people like that in real life are disguisting (to put it mildly), but in fiction it still makes my blood boil.

And well, those in Hell are evil people, I don't care how much series' creator wants us to sympathize with them.

 

...I think I listen too much of real crime podcasts...

 

Isn't Carmilla called by some fans 'the best mom in hell'? That's low bar.
But I don't think that this is even true...
Isn't it because of her business that her daughters were out, during extermination day?