Never. They'd never once tried to get him out. Not once. He was their freaking brother! And what did they do? Oh, they abandoned him! Left him all on his own, with the two most argumentative brothers on the planet, using him as a metaphorical chew toy. Every day... gnawing on his soul, tearing it to pieces as they fought, and then fixing it up only to tear it apart again. He began to lose count of how many times he'd been broken. He'd begun to lose count of a lot of things in fact... he could hardly even remember his name after a while. Still, he remembered why he was there in the first place.

Sam Winchester.

Well, it wasn't all his fault, of course Adam had some of the blame in accepting to be Michael's vessel... but damn it if he didn't want to blame someone else. So he did. His half-brother. Well, at first he felt sympathetic! After all... they were in that mess together weren't they? But wait- no!

Castiel got Sam out. Isn't that great? Oh look! They left Adam behind! Alone in the pit with the two worst people in the universe. Castiel never thought once to take Adam with them. Still, Sam's soul was left behind. It had to have been a mistake then, right? Castiel was obviously trying to get them both out and just… miscalculated. So, he waited patiently for when Castiel would come back and try to retrieve Sam's soul, as well as Adam in the process.

At first, it wasn't too bad. Lucifer didn't care as much about Adam. Sam (or his soul in this case) was his little plaything. It wasn't that bad until Death arrived. Yeah, that's right. Death.

Still, he got his hopes up. Maybe this time, finally his prayers had been answered. Well, not that he even knew who he was praying to anymore.

Death instead of getting him out of that godforsaken place, grabbed Sam's soul, and left, leaving Adam, alone.

Alone with Satan and his big brother.

It was at that point, that he completely lost hope of ever getting out.

He couldn't remember how the sky used to look.

He couldn't even remember what colour it was. He wasn't able to picture it in his head. All he could picture was the darkness of the cage.

It was so dark in there. Just so dark. So dark so dark so dark so dark so dark, darker and darker and darker and darker and darker and darker and darker—

Lucifer was angry.

Michael was bored.

Adam, was alone.

Well, even a simpleton could do the math at that point. It felt like centuries he'd spent there as their toy. It very well could be, for all he knew. But… he had gradually begun to stop caring. Pieces of his soul were scattered everywhere, and the shards were slowly beginning to darken.

Every time he was torn apart, they grew a shade darker. And eventually, they were pitch black. Lucifer wasn't too surprised to see what Adam's soul had turned into, but Michael was beyond shocked. If he hadn't just divulged in the same torture Lucifer was inflicting upon Adam, one might have thought he'd felt bad for the kid.

So, simply put, Adam was a demon. Albeit, not a powerful one, but due to his new identity, he'd begun viewing Lucifer differently. Sure, he was Satan, but he didn't deserve to be in this cage. Neither did he! Why was he there in the first place!?

…Sam.

It was all Sam's fault! But… how would he get to him? There had to be a way out! There just had to! But, smartly enough, there was. A way no one had ever realized before.

After all, why was it so difficult for demons to get near the cage? Why was it just so damn hard to open the pit? Well, demons weren't meant to be there, you see.

He'd begun to realize that now when the angels messed with his soul, pieces of it didn't return. They just at the time seemed to inexplicably disappear. But ever so slowly, he found he was in two places at once. In one consciousness, he was being tortured, non-stop in the pit. But… as it grew stronger… the parts of his soul that had leaked out of the pit, were waking up.

At first it was little things, he'd catch a glimpse of the cemetery where they had all fallen into the pit. Just for a split second- and then he was back to the torture. But, every now and then, he'd hear the sounds of birds chirping, he'd feel wind on his face… He'd smell the scent of rain and wet dirt.

So, even as the brothers tore him apart, he felt this sense of relief, though he couldn't even tell what was happening.

Sometimes, when Adam reached the point where the tortures were too much on his body in hell, he'd die- only to be brought back once more by Lucifer.

It was on one such occasion, when instead of that brief moment of nothingness… he realized he could see light. He looked around, and all around him were graves. The sun was beaming down on him and-

Lucifer jabbed a knife into his side, and began hanging things off the handle, forcing the blade to cut upwards. No! There had to be a way back to that graveyard. Adam's thoughts were focused entirely on getting away from the pit and back to the cemetery. Whatever had just happened, he was positive that it wasn't part of the tortures he'd endured. There had never been anything after his body died; he'd feel nothing for a moment and then be brought back.

For ages after that had occurred, it was all Adam could think about- he'd been so close to the real world. The smells had begun to get stronger, and even when Lucifer and Michael played with him, he could focus on the soft sound of wind… rushing through the leaves of trees, in cacophony with the sounds of tearing flesh. He closed his eyes.

He could picture it so clearly- standing tall in that cemetery. To his left, was a grave marked Nathaniel Taylor. To his right, was a tree standing tall above him. There was a bird's nest in its leafless branches, long abandoned by its owners. He wondered where they'd gone. He looked at the ground, surprised to see it frozen, and dead. He couldn't remember what it meant when the world looked that way. He tried to look at the sky- as he turned, he felt a sharp, cold wind, and it shocked him into opening his eyes.

Lucifer had cut off his head. He looked around frantically to see his body writhing, still alive. It collapsed moments after, the life gone from it. Still, for whatever reason, his head was still living. He could still see, still move his mouth, and still think.

Michael picked up his head and tossed it over to Lucifer, who had broken off a bone from Adam's body. He forced the dull end of the bone into the ground, and then he jabbed Adam's head onto it.

The brothers stood back, admiring their work, laughing quietly to themselves as Adam's eyes moved around.

He couldn't feel anything but pain in his neck. He tried to move his fingers, his toes… all the while knowing it was futile, but still growing in fear when he couldn't. Why wasn't his body dead yet!? He just wanted to die. Maybe when he did, he could see the cemetery again.

Instead, Lucifer knelt down beside his handiwork, and using another one of Adam's bones as a knife, he cut out one of Adam's eyes.

Adam wanted to scream in pain. Blood gushed from his eye socket, pouring down his face, and then finally dripping down the bone he was perched upon. It had begun to pool on the ground, and Adam wanted nothing else but to die.

He could feel the bone piercing into his skull, scraping at it as Adam moved even the slightest bit. His one eye darted back and forth, mouth gasping for breath, making his neck bleed more, as the air couldn't find his lungs.

Lucifer laughed. He ruffled Adam's hair, letting his fingers linger on his scalp. He was his toy. His plaything. His pet. He could do whatever he wanted with him! Welcome to the pit, boy.

Welcome to your eternal hell.

What do you guys think? I'm planning for this fic to release a chapter or so every week. don't hold me to that though.

i just really feel inspired when i write this so... Well, here's to hoping ^^

Anyways, please review, i'd love to see what you guys think! Okay, well, i'mma get going for now, i'll see y'all soon! (hopefully)