"I want to go to America this summer!" Adam spoke with a wide grin as he dropped his bags onto the floor as Aziraphale's bookshop and watched as his two godfathers froze.

"America?" Crowley sputtered from his spot from the couch, swinging his legs over and stood up. Aziraphale setting his cup of tea down, shifting in his seat. "Why America? That place is dirty, and besides, America is a vast place you need to be more specific like cowboys, cowboys or bright lights."

"Yes, America. You asked me if I wanted anything for my birthday -" Adam watched as the two continue to shift regretfully, "- I've decided I want to go to America, I heard great things about it when Brain went."

"Yes, but Brian went to visit family, dear boy, I can't see what's the point of going then," Aziraphale spoke up, leaning forward and weaving his fingers in his lap.

"Well, that's why I want to go with you two," The Antichrist pouted lightly and kicking his heel and giving the two celestial beings the biggest puppy eyes he could muster. Dog joined in, whining at his heels as Crowley avoided looking at the boy and Aziraphale looked like got kicked in the gut.

"Wh - Well, what about your parents! I'm sure they won't be so thrilled about you going to another country without them," Aziraphale tried to reason, practically crumbling under the teenager's gaze.

"I already talked to them, they said I could go wherever I want with you guys," Adam shrugged, still continuing to kick his feet.

"Going wherever doesssn't mean America!" The demon hissed, waving his arms frantically. "Besides, when I visited America is all 'oooh we're so great with freedom, our stock market is crashing into flames'!"

"Darling, that's because you visited during the great depression."

"Still!"

"Well, technically they never said I couldn't leave England. Besides, we don't need a plane to travel or anything. I'll be staying with you all Summer, so it's not like they'll know." Adam continued to beg, crossing his arms. "And, again, you said I could have anything I want for my birthday. Why not a small trip?"

The angel glanced over to Crowley with a pinched look, "Well - that is what we said," He grimaced.

Crowley glared at the angelic bibliophile through his glasses, shifting his gaze between him and the boy.

"Fine, whatever! But for Hell's sake if we get into any kind of trouble don't say I never warned you two" Crowley grumbled, slouching as Adam perked up and ran over to the two.

"Thank you!" He quickly hugged the two, Crowley grumbling and Aziraphale cringed but smiled tightly nonetheless. "I'll get the rest of my things!" He called out, giggling as he giddily ascended up the stairs with Dog swift on his heels.

"Oh dear, we're too soft with him," Aziraphale bemoaned as he put his face in his hands.

Crowley sneered, "I mean, best not to upset the Antichrist, I guess?" He shrugged, swiping his glass of whiskey and downing the rest in one go. "C'mon the sooner we leave, the sooner we get back."

Chloe, despite all her woes, still knew she had a job to do. She understood where Lucifer was coming from, but it still stung that he was most likely going to stop.

"Oh god, what's happening here?" She strode under the police tape as she stared at the scene before her. Strange chalk markings were strewn all over the floors and walls of the open storage unit, and in the middle of it all hung a woman. The woman was propped up by various horns of goats and deer carcasses which were hammered to the back wall.

"I'm gonna ignore that fact that you're late for the first time in forever and say I know right! Whoever did this was super dedicated," Ella called from where she was taking pictures, the detective trotted beside her.

"Just - give me the rundown."

"Mariabella Bodilsen. Danish woman, early to mid-twenties. Stabbed multiple times with a bunch of skin-deep scratch marks. There is a high chance she bled out before she was hung up," Ella explained, gesturing to the woman who was now being carefully removed from the makeshift mantel. "But here's the crazy part - well all of it is pretty crazy probably some kinda religious thing - but!" She walked towards the body as the other forensics were gently letting her down into the body bag. The Forensic Scientist lifted the girl's shirt up to reveal her stomach.

Although it was hard to see through the other messy scratches but from her upper chest to lower abdomen was 'ADAM WILL RISE.', the cutting lined with intense bruising and Chloe recoiled at the stench. Ella tugged the shirt back down and nodded to the man next to her to zip the bag up.

"Adam?"

"Weird right? Not 'Lucifer will rise' or 'God will rise' or anything like that. Just, Adam." She continued, her voice going down several octaves and waving her arms menacingly. She quickly stopped once she noticed Chloe's unamused glare.

"The owner of the storage lot found the body, said the unit was owned by Bodilsen," Ella continued.

"Is there anybody in her life named Adam?" Chloe asked.

"Dunno, Dan went back to check through the woman's background history," She put her hands on her hips, and looked back to the detective, scrunching her nose in confusion. "Hey where's Lucifer, I thought he'd love a case like this. Possible Satanists could be a good ego boost or somethin'."

The other woman sighed, "Oh, well - Lucifer is taking a small break from cases, hanging out with his girlfriend or something." She grounded through her teeth.

Ella recoiled at the sudden change, "Well... you wanna question the storage owner?"

"Yes, Yes, that'd be great." Chloe gave a tight smile as Ella pointed to where the owner was, an elderly woman with red and grey hair wringing her hands worriedly. She nodded and marched towards the woman rigidly.

Ella pursed his lips and watched as her friend began to introduce herself. She sighed, tucking her notepad into her pocket and pouted to herself. She'd have to talk with Lucifer later about this, but for now, she had a crime scene to evaluate.