Hazbin Hotel: Another Adam

This is the beginning of the new arc. I beg you to write a small review of the first arch: what you liked, what hooked. Your opinion is extremely important to me ;)

I was descending the main staircase of the Hazbin Hotel, lazily sipping a strawberry milkshake through a straw. Damn it, this place actually managed to have a machine that makes pretty decent milkshakes! Not even close to Heaven's level, of course, but quite satisfactory. I was in my true form – golden wings folded behind my back, halo softly shining above my head, my usual white and gold attire. After the internal duel with Beelzebub, the dark side of my past, I felt… whole. Finally. And there was no longer any need to disguise myself, at least not here.

"Adam?" Charlie turned at the sound of my footsteps. She was standing by a huge board, completely covered with photos of the residents, some diagrams, notes, and rehabilitation plans, all connected by an insane web of red threads. A classic conspiracy theorist's board, only instead of a conspiracy theory – a theory of redemption. I had already glimpsed her "creations" during my stay here under the guise of Baal, even before I finally got rid of my annoying past. Apart from a slight secondhand embarrassment and bewilderment, her "plans" hadn't evoked anything else in me back then. Her entire strategy boiled down to the brilliant idea: "Let's do good things – and then everyone will go to Heaven!" Simple, naive, and absolutely unrealistic. But it worked in the canon.

"What's up, sunshine?" I waved the cocktail at her, using the nickname Angel sometimes called her. Morningstar. I walk past her "board of madness" and plop down into one of the soft, albeit dusty, armchairs in the lobby.

"Adam! What are you doing here?! Oh! You could have warned me!" She immediately started bustling, her enthusiasm instantly shifting to me. "We're not quite ready here for… for your visit! You came to see the results of our work, right? Well, basically, Pentious hasn't blown up his room for a month, Angel has lasted almost a week without drugs, and Husk even almost smiled at me this morning! Can you imagine?! It's such progress! And we're also planning group trust therapy and…"

She started rattling off at such a speed that she was out of breath after just a couple of sentences. I knew this sweet, naive girl, and I could perfectly imagine that she was now going to try to blow my mind with a stream of absolutely unnecessary information about the "progress" of her dear patients, and then, perhaps, even sing a song about rainbows and friendship. It's not that I'm against her creative endeavors – she really sings beautifully and sincerely, that alone would be enough to melt even my black (as it recently turned out) little heart, but the mood today was absolutely not for songs and dances. I either wanted to just stupidly "watch the sunset" in silence or go and methodically beat someone's face in. Preferably Asmodeus's. And when Lute finally finds my target (what a clever girl she is, after all), then I'll go beat him up! With gre-e-eat pleasure.

"Charlie, sweetie, calm down," my voice sounded surprisingly soft, almost fatherly. Which, however, was not surprising. As I said, I felt only positive, almost familial feelings for this naive girl. Unlike her father. That duck-lover in a hat, who almost killed me in the canon, and when I was pierced with an angelic knife, didn't even move to help. Strange grievances I have against him, right? Only now I'm sure he knows what "anti-war" creatures the Seraphim really are. And that their only real protector and shield was Adam, who was killed right in front of that hat-wearing idiot! Who supposedly is a fallen angel himself and should have championed Heaven and the "cause of Light"! Besides Adam, perhaps only some elite exorcists or powerful apostles (what disgusting associations this word now evokes in me…) could boast enough strength to subdue the Goetia demons, and I'm not even talking about the "numbered" princes and kings! And Lucifer just stood there and watched… Asshole. "I've actually been living here for quite a while, didn't you know?"

"For quite a while? Here? In the Hotel?" Charlie batted her eyelashes in surprise. "And why didn't you tell me? Why were you hiding?" She even frowned slightly, pouting her lower lip. Cute.

Silently, for a couple of seconds, I changed my appearance, once again transforming into the red-skinned, horned Baal with cold blue eyes. I liked this name much more than "Tatsumi" – the name of that idiot godling who drove me to madness, or "Beelzebub," now also because in my past life I called myself that while being a completely fucked-in-the-head psycho. Yes, the fact that I despised that Beelzebub-self didn't mean I felt good about those "gods" either. Essentially, there were no innocents there – they were all narcissistic idiots who, through their stupidity, brought the whole world to a complete fucking disaster. Although I was still curious, what the hell caused those "gods," magic, and "miracles" to appear in that seemingly ordinary world in the first place? There was clearly nothing like that before… Yes, yes, more unanswered riddles, I know, I'm used to it…

"Baal?!" Charlie exhaled, stunned, taking a step back. "So it was you?! All this time?!"

I returned to Adam's form.

"Yep. I had to check from the inside how you all behave here, what makes you tick. You understand that trust can't just appear 'out of nowhere,' from thin air, right? Yes, I liked you right away – a good girl, sincere, with the right (albeit naive) goals. But forgive me, a little integrity check was unavoidable. I hope you're not offended?" I tried to add a little nervousness and guilt to my voice, tilting my head slightly. "Beelzebub's" acting skills partially remained with me.

"No, Adam, what are you saying! I understand everything!" she quickly shook her head, though her cheeks flushed slightly from embarrassment or offense. "It's just… Just, let's not do this anymore, okay? I thought Baal… that he could become our friend, maybe even redeem his sins… Okay, it doesn't matter! Just let's have honest communication from now on, alright? And not these kinds of spy 'checks'?" She resolutely extended her hand to me for a handshake. Am I supposed to shake it? Well, okay, if that's the custom here… But it still feels weird to shake a girl's hand.

"Okay, I'll try to be honest, princess," I shook her warm hand. And no, if you thought this was some way to make a contract with me or screw me over – you're mistaken. When making real demonic contracts via handshake, all rules and conditions must be clearly stated, and the "aura of the deal" itself can be felt a mile away. This was genuinely just a friendly gesture. Of course, I don't have an American mentality, but in my former homeland, I didn't shake girls' hands, so I get surprised by local customs every time; don't mind me, it's just strange for me.

"Oh, I'm so glad! Really!" Charlie beamed. "So, you showed yourself to me now because…"

"Yes, because I'm finally convinced that your intentions are pure, your motives are good, and all that other crap," I clapped her friendly on the shoulder. "In short, I completely trust you and can rely on you. So don't let Uncle Adam down, okay?" I winked playfully at her and lightly hugged her shoulders.

"Oh, good! Of course! I won't let you down! I'll try even harder!" Charlie even seemed to straighten up from the importance of the moment, which caused another fit of affection in me. Honestly, the only reason I didn't hug this sweetheart to death was because Vaggie just came out of the nearest room.

"Adam?" She was also clearly surprised to see me here, especially hugging her girlfriend. "What are you doing here?"

"Yup, hi, Vaggie, how are you? How's the mood?" I casually waved at her, as if we were old friends meeting for coffee.

"…" Vaggie silently sized me up with her usual suspicious gaze.

"Um, Vaggie, you won't believe it! It turns out Baal was Adam all along! Well, I mean, he was sort of Adam, but he pretended to be Baal, and like, he was, basically, checking us and our work, and now he trusts us and…" I stop Charlie's verbal torrent, as she got carried away again.

"Yep, that's right. That crazy red-skinned sinner with horns who spent almost a month holed up in his locked room and only came out at night – that was me," I calmly explained to Vaggie. "I was monitoring the 'purity of intentions' of this lovely creature," I point to an embarrassed and blushing Charlie.

"That… explains a lot," Vaggie said, a little surprised but no longer irritated, sitting down in the armchair opposite me and tilting her head slightly to the side. "And what's your verdict, Adam? What do you think of our hotel now?"

"Verdict? Everything's A-OK, as they say. The princess's motives are as pure as a baby's tear, enthusiasm by the ton, the staff… well, the staff tries their best. So, I think I'm ready to provide you with some valuable information. For good behavior, of course."

"Information?" Charlie exclaimed, joyfully surprised.

"Good behavior? Are you serious?" Vaggie muttered, indignantly embarrassed.

"That's right. Exactly so," I nodded. "Charlie, tell me, you don't talk to your daddy-asshole very often lately, do you?"

"Adam! Don't call him that! Please." The princess of Hell immediately saddened. "Yes, he and I… we're not very close right now… After he and Mom split up." She looked down and averted her gaze, and Vaggie reassuringly put a hand on her shoulder.

"That's one of the problems! Both for you and for your hotel! Invite him here, to the hotel. Give him a tour, show him around, tell him what's what, what 'successes' you've achieved. And then, when he thaws a bit, ask him about that old project of his, where he tried to make something like 'Heaven in Hell' or whatever they called that moronic idea of theirs?" I rolled my eyes and waved my hand in the air. "He must have had some groundwork on genuinely changing sinners. Maybe he'll share something with you? And the meeting will help you mend your relationship."

"Well… I'm not sure he'll agree to come… And whether he'll want to talk about it…" Charlie began to make her usual excuses, but then Vaggie came to my aid.

"Charlie, I think Adam is right," she said firmly, taking the princess by the chin and making her look at her. "You really need to try to mend your relationship with your father. And his experience could be useful."

"Vaggie, I…" Charlie nodded uncertainly.

"Alright, fine, you sort out your lesbian shenanigans and family dramas yourselves," I got up from the armchair and headed for the exit from the lobby. "Daddy Adam has more important things to do."

"Oh, Adam, wait!" Charlie stopped me, grabbing my arm. "Thank you! Really! It… it was important for me to get at least some support from Heaven... And with my father, I… I'll definitely talk to him! Thank you!"

"That's a good girl," I patted her paternally on the head. "Good luck here, girls," I wink to both of them and walk out the door, then immediately teleport to Heaven, managing to catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of Angel, sucking on some pink ice cream at the entrance, staring with a dropped jaw and bulging eyes at the spot where I had just been standing. Oh, right. I didn't retract my halo or wings this time. Well, whatever. At least it was dramatic.

Now I'm going to prepare properly and "take my girls out." The new weapons and armor from Saraqael should be ready just about now. A very important big shot from Hell is sticking his lustful big shot where it's absolutely not wanted – into the human world. And for that, I'm going to spank him very, very hard today.

View from the Side

Club "Ozzie's", Lust Ring, Hell.

The semi-darkness of the expensive, lust-drenched nightclub was drowned in neon pink-purple light, heavy bass music, and the thick scent of expensive perfume mixed with alcohol, sweat, and arousal. Demons of all kinds sat at the tables – from wealthy imps in expensive suits to gaudily dressed imps and succubi craving entertainment. The atmosphere of lust and debauchery here was almost tangible.

Two figures sat at one of the best tables, right by the stage. Prince Stolas, nervously fiddling with a napkin and casting mournful glances at his companion. And Blitz, who completely ignored the prince, engrossed in looking at something in the hall through binoculars.

"So, what exactly prompted you to invite me to this place, Blitzy?" Stolas finally couldn't stand it, trying to sound carefree, but resentment clearly showed through his voice. The atmosphere was clearly not for him, too noisy, too vulgar.

"Oh, well, just… thought we could have a good… uh… time here? You know?" Blitz mumbled ingratiatingly, not taking the binoculars from his eyes. He was clearly tracking someone. "Gotcha!"

"Oh, Blitz, are you looking for someone? Perhaps I can help?" the Goetial prince asked hopefully, leaning towards him.

"I'm looking for no one, how about that?" the imp replied coldly, still not looking away from his observation.

At that moment, a waitress gracefully approached their table – a petite, striking red-skinned demoness with reptilian features, a long tail, and a form-fitting purple dress with a white fur collar. She held a tablet and a pen to take their order.

"May I… 'serve' you?" she purred playfully, casting an overtly lustful glance at Stolas, but then, apparently noticing his companion or remembering the establishment's rules, quickly corrected herself: "That is… may I offer you a couple of drinks?"

"Yes, um…" Stolas immediately perked up, hoping to finally attract Blitz's attention. He grabbed a drink menu. "Perhaps some wine for two? Do you prefer red or white, Blitz? Or maybe champagne?" the prince asked hopefully, looking into the face of his indifferent companion, who was still staring through the binoculars. One got the distinct impression that Stolas was completely superfluous here. But Blitz couldn't have invited him here just like that, without any reason, could he? So, he wanted to see him… Probably.

"Whatever you want," the imp grumbled, paying no attention to the hidden sadness in the owl's words.

A dejected Stolas completely deflated, but, not to lose face in front of the waitress, he giggled nervously.

"Uh-uh… let's have all three then! Why not?" he said a little awkwardly. The waitress nodded with an inscrutable face and left to fulfill the strange order. "So, Blitz… how was your day?" Stolas nervously tapped his long fingers on the table, trying to start a conversation.

The imp was so surprised by this question that he even lowered his binoculars.

"Huh? Um… Good, I guess. We killed a lot of bearded assholes today." And he pressed the binoculars to his eyes again.

"Oh, sounds… fun," the owl supported the conversation with a strained smile. "And how… did you kill them?" the prince asked a rather strange question, which made Blitz even turn around, again distracting from his observation.

"How did I kill them? What do you mean? Well, with bullets, like! There was a shitload of them!" he spread his hands wide.

"Ah, yes. Right. Bullets. Of course. So… what exactly made you, after all that… ask me out on a date? Here?" he finally asked the main question that had been tormenting him. It didn't seem at all like Blitz was interested in his company today.

But at that moment, their conversation was interrupted again. The music faded, the lights in the hall went out, leaving only neon pink-green flashes, and a loud, distorted robotic clown voice sounded from the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I see so many sexy faces in the hall tonight!" Fizzarolli – a tall, skinny imp with clown makeup and robotic limbs – skillfully slid down a pole onto the brightly lit stage. He had a diamond-shaped light pink face, a red clown nose, and two black circles on his cheeks. His eyes were lime green with pink irises. A long, pointed tail with multicolored stripes. His arms and legs were complex robotic prosthetics that could extend, bend, and rotate much better than ordinary limbs. Fizzarolli wore a bright jester's hat with bells; a double collar – white with purple and black with yellow bells. His stage costume was provocatively bright – red in the front with yellow hearts, blue in the back with black hearts, striped purple-and-white sleeves and trousers, black high-heeled shoes.

"Welcome to 'Ozzie's'! The place for all kinds of twisted fantasies!" He spun effectively on the pole, lengthening and shortening his robotic arms and legs, blowing kisses to the audience. "Put all your secret preferences on public display! Because today, Asmodeus himself has joined us!" Fizzarolli announced Asmodeus's name, popular among demonologists and cultists, and pointed to a dark balcony above the stage, where a gigantic figure had appeared. "Come on, show him some of your love!"

(Author's Note: It turned out that many read my work without even familiarizing themselves with the original. I noticed that I describe the characters' appearance rather briefly. What do you think, should I continue in the same vein or try to describe them in more detail?)

Fizzarolli formed a heart shape with his hands above his head, and the hall erupted in rapturous applause, screams, and lustful moans.

"Did he just say 'Asmodeus'?" Stolas whispered, somewhat frightened. He was clearly not thrilled at the prospect of meeting one of the Deadly Sins here, who could then blab all over Hell about his questionable connections with a common imp.

"Oh, fuck, it can't be! Not him!" Blitz muttered with an utterly lost expression, ignoring Stolas's words. He hastily grabbed a menu and tried to cover his face with it. It seemed he had some old scores to settle with Fizzarolli.

Meanwhile, the cyborg clown on stage continued his show:

"I'm one of a kind! The inimitable Fiz-za-rol-li!" To applause, he incredibly stretched his arms, holding a promotional poster with his image about five meters in each direction. "Some of you may recognize this dashing clown face from the numerous toy copies of my body sold all over Hell!" He showed a brochure with an image of a robot in his likeness, then with a deft movement of his hands, turned it into a microphone. "My body is magnificently designed by the main Persona of this place! And I'm ready…" he demonstratively rolled up his sleeve, running his hand over the smooth metal of the prosthesis, "...to bring you pleasure tonight! We have an absolutely amazing lineup today – Verosika Mayday!" He pointed to the bar, where that very pink-skinned succubus was indeed sitting. She was momentarily flustered by such attention, but then smiled seductively and began to strike various sexual poses under the camera flashes. "Wet Dreams and Wankers!" A group of small, lewd imps appeared next to Verosika.

The crowd in the hall roared with delight again.

"While everyone's warming up, I have a joke!" Fizzarolli announced cheerfully. "Is there anyone here who's heard about the shit that went down in Loo-Loo Land?" A friendly laugh from the entire hall was his answer. The clown himself joined in with his mechanical laughter. "Oh yeah, let me tell you, I'd shake the hand of that crazy son of a bitch who decided to burn that fucking shithole down!" he said with a wide smile, but then his face briefly contorted with anger. "Then I'd punch him in the face, because I'm upset about it!" Smile again. "That robo-me made us more money entertaining those kids than the ones we sell for your, uh, amusements," He made an obscene gesture with his hand. "If you catch my drift!" And he burst into mechanical laughter again along with the hall.

"Oh, I know what you mean! I have four of those! Ahahahaha!" some fat little imp from the crowd shouted joyfully.

The clown turned away from the hall for a second and quietly hissed into a hidden microphone:

"Okay, don't let that one near me!"

Then he turned back to the hall with a radiant smile.

"So! Let's not waste any more time! Our little new performance! Coming to our stage from the Wrath ring! Applause for Moxxie!" Fizzarolli pointed to a table where a small, neat imp with white hair and his black-haired companion were sitting. "Who doesn't even have an interesting stage name…"

Kissing his surprised wife on the cheek, Moxxie, with a guitar almost his size, hesitantly walked onto the stage and took the microphone from Fizzarolli's hands. The cyborg clown himself quickly and deftly disappeared onto that same dark balcony, where the remarkable figure of the establishment's owner already towered in all his glory.

Asmodeus was an incredibly tall demon, clad in bright, almost carnival-like attire. His long arms, very narrow waist, and unnaturally wide chest gave his body a strange, grotesque proportion. Three huge feathers – red, black, and white – protruded from his back. His dark blue head was crowned with a thick mane of bright blue hair, resembling flames, and woven into this mane were… two more faces! A ram's mask on the right and a bull's mask on the left, which seemed to live their own lives and could speak along with him. Asmodeus's main face, with eyes radiating a cold green glow and a wide, toothy mouth, completed this eerie image. He wore a dark blue waistcoat with voluminous blue cuffs and heart-shaped cufflinks. A large golden clasp, also heart-shaped, shone on his stomach. His long legs were shod in strange serrated high-heeled shoes. A tall black top hat with scarlet and white feathers on a red ribbon completed the look. He truly looked like the embodiment of Lust – bright, grotesque, unnaturally attractive and repulsive at the same time.

"Um… Hello everyone…" Moxxie's voice came from the microphone on stage, accompanied by a deafening, vile microphone screech. The little imp winced. "Oh, sorry… Ahem… Hi. Thank you for letting me be here tonight. It's an honor to perform…" he began in a trembling voice, but was immediately interrupted.

"Fu-u-uck yeah! Hic! Sing, boy!" a drunken shout came from the audience.

Moxxie swallowed and continued:

"Th-this song… is dedicated to my wife. It's a surprise for our first anniversary… I love you, Millie…"

The first, uncharacteristically gentle and melodic sounds for this place, flowed from his guitar.

"We're together, like butter and fire, like Patrick and SpongeBob, like maggots and rotten flesh…" the imp sang sincerely, albeit slightly off-key, on stage, pouring his whole soul into the words. The club patrons exchanged surprised and disappointed glances, wincing, clearly not expecting this. "From my heart I sing, I'm glad to be with you in Hell, our love is a fairy tale come true…" Moxxie continued, not noticing the increasingly irritated look from Asmodeus on the balcony and Fizzarolli's overtly malicious, playful smirk beside him. "Your alluring charms I catch…" At that moment, pink smoke billowed from under the stage, and some couples in the audience, succumbing to the romantic atmosphere unusual for this place, even began to hug and even enjoy the song so unusual for this place. "Right now we begin our love story, it will last an eternity – there's a bond between us…" the imp continued to sing, looking tenderly at his beloved wife at the table. "We're together, we're together…" he repeated, when suddenly two new, completely inappropriate voices brazenly and loudly joined his song…

"In Ozzie's chambers, you sing of love?!" Asmodeus boomed, suddenly appearing on stage right behind Moxxie.

"Better keep those sentiments to yourself!" Fizzarolli sang, wagging his finger clownishly right in front of the dumbfounded Moxxie's nose.

"We'll explain, if you didn't get it yourself!" Asmodeus hummed conceitedly, pushing the imp aside.

"The embodiment of lust – Asmodeus rules the ball here!" Fizzarolli shrieked, pointing to the personification of the sin of Lust.

"Give me debauchery! And lust in the eyes!" Asmodeus roared, catching the rhythm and starting to dance to Fizzarolli's howls.

"Pierces the chest and groin! Fire of passion in the eyes! In that house of Asmodeus!" Asmodeus spun around, then theatrically lay down on the stage, but even so, he was about three times taller than the poor imp.

"You came to us to sing your love romance?" the Lord of Lust lazily stretched. "Got a chance to be on the velvet stage! Well, we have a saying for that!"

In the next second, Moxxie was grabbed by Fizzarolli's tenacious robotic hands.

"'Pathetic sentimentality is only for bitches!'" the cyborg sang mockingly, spinning Moxxie on the stage.

"If silly talk is dear to your soul," Asmodeus added, dancing, and poked a finger at the struggling Moxxie's forehead. "Drop the sappy crap before you get your ass kicked!" He pushed the imp away, and he flopped onto the floor. "We sing here of lust and desire!"

Fizzarolli, meanwhile, had dragged several cages with half-naked dancers onto the stage and hung Moxxie by the scruff of his neck on one of them.

"Depravity, arousal burn the soul like a flame!" Fizzarolli sang.

"So give me debauchery!" Asmodeus grabbed the poor imp again and, bringing him close to his face, roared, dancing to the music. "Lust in the eyes!" He threw him onto the floor again. "Pierces the chest and groin, little imp, you're now in that house of Asmodeus!" The Lord of Lust grabbed a pole on the stage and erotically spun around it. "Come on, sing us a song! Throw the old theme away! Make it harder and stop whining!" and he thrust the microphone right into the imp's face. "Your microphone is on."

"I wish…" Moxxie began in a trembling voice.

"For what: A strap-on? A golden shower? Bondage?" Fizzarolli immediately interrupted him with his shrill laughter.

"I wish for tenderness in love…" Moxxie finished stubbornly, looking at Millie.

Asmodeus sighed in disappointment so hard that plaster fell from the ceiling, and he disgustedly threw the microphone aside.

"What a wimp! The whole atmosphere is dead! And you sing us this crap so your 'wife' can enjoy it?" he yelled at the entire hall.

"Hold on! I've spied on these two many times!" Blitz unexpectedly stood up from his seat, trying to defend his... Friend?

"What? Blitz!" Moxxie turned to him, embarrassed and surprised.

"And, frankly," Blitz continued, addressing Asmodeus, "their sex looks pretty exciting!"

At this point, Fizzarolli immediately jumped into the fray, recognizing an old acquaintance.

"Ah, BlitzO! Came to say a few words?!" the clown grinned insolently. "Folks, look! That guy's a complete disgrace!" A red spotlight immediately snatched the squinting Blitz from the semi-darkness. "Where did you get the audacity for advice? Your own life is just total shit!" Stretching his robotic neck, Fizzarolli, with a mocking smirk, brought his clown face right up to Blitz's.

"Yeah, Blitz and I were a couple!" Verosika Mayday's voice suddenly came from the bar, as she decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Fuck, Verosika! You're here too…" Blitz said with a deadpan face.

"I pleased him!" the pop star of Hell continued, theatrically arching her back on the bar counter under the flashes of her adoring fans' cameras. "In return, I received no desired caress from him." She drew her finger from side to side, then sharply jumped off the counter and pushed Blitz so hard that he lost his balance and fell again, this time hitting his back against the edge of the stage. "Selfish in bed, so unprepossessing in public, and can only 'break' hearts!" Verosika hissed with genuine hatred and resentment, looking straight into her former lover's eyes.

"Is that a prince sitting at your table?" Asmodeus interjected again, looking at Stolas with interest, while Fizzarolli flew over to the bewildered Stolas's table.

"Stolas? Is that you?" Asmodeus asked, approaching closer.

Immediately, someone from the guests supported the owner of the establishment:

"Are you sleeping with an imp?!"

Asmodeus approached Stolas's table and looked down at him with mocking pity.

"Oh, my lord, how low you've fallen… You had a beautiful wife! A child! Everything you desired!" He put his arm around the shocked Stolas's shoulders, creating semi-transparent smoky silhouettes of his family – Stella and Octavia – beside him. "I hope you kept your family safe? You didn't leave them for him…" He nodded towards the dejected Blitz, whom Fizzarolli had already seated on a chair opposite Stolas. "You exchanged your life for debauchery!" Stolas became completely flustered and covered his face with the menu. "And lust burns in your eyes!"

"Grab a tit or a crotch!" Asmodeus began to sing again, returning to the stage and spreading his arms wide. "And fix your hair! There's no way back! Don't turn to dust right away… in that house of Asmode-e-e-e…"

BOOM!!!

His song was interrupted by a deafening roar. The massive entrance doors of the club burst inward with a crash, splintering into pieces. Dozens of figures in unfamiliar armor – black with gold inserts, with closed helmets-masks featuring vicious grins, folded angelic wings visible behind their backs – rushed into the resulting opening. Exorcists?! Here?! In the Lust Ring?! Not on Extermination Day?! And in different armor and with… firearms in their hands?!

Following them, part of the ceiling above the stage collapsed with a roar, and into the opening, enveloped in a golden radiance, Adam smoothly flew in. In full battle gear: shining armor, a familiar but now even more formidable mask, huge golden wings behind his back, and an incredibly powerful, oppressive aura of pure Light mixed with righteous anger.

He landed on the stage right in front of the dumbfounded Asmodeus.

"Knock-knock, bastard! Daddy's here to personally tear one overly brazen, lustful ass apart!" Adam's voice, amplified by magic, thundered throughout the club. He grinned predatorily, looking straight into the three pairs of eyes of the stunned Lord of Lust.