Then I hear it.
A thud.
A smack.
The fall of an angel.
I catch hold of Daddy's hand and gently tug on his great gloved paw, pulling him through dark and dank corridors, the dripping of leaky pipes echoing throughout these halls. Now in the lobby, I see the angel, bright and sparkling, sprawled out on the floor. I stick my syringe into the angel, softly humming the same crackly smooth jazz tune playing in some far off record store. Daddy watches me slowly extract the ADAM, standing guard, moaning and wailing softly to himself.
Then they begin falling from the ceiling.
Dozens upon dozens of demons, dark hulking shapes, snarling and snorting as they make for me. I cry out as one of them claws me, but Daddy is upon them instantly. With a mighty roar he swings his great fist and sends a group of them crashing into clumps of overgrowth and fallen statues. He grabs the one who hit me by the neck, roaring in fury, before plunging his massive whirring drill into his torso, sending demon guts splattering over the neon lights of the lobby. Still growling, Daddy drops the dead demon and spins around, sending more of the screaming monsters toppling over. He thunders towards those still standing, knocking them to the floor. Then he stomps on a couple of their heads and blasts the others with his flaming rivet gun, setting them alight and driving his drill into the chests of a select few, turning their screams into squelches as blood fills their throats.
I take a quick sniff of the air. No more angels. I shrug and try to block out the booming destruction behind me as I stick my hands into the angel's torso and scoop out some of the thick, red, sticky liquid for myself. The noise behind me stops as I hear Daddy's footsteps slowly approach me again. I turn and face him, giggling as I smear some of the sweet-smelling treacly stuff over my face. I see a smile in his glowing yellow eyes as he lets out a deep moan. I smile as I pull out the needle, the syringe brimming with ADAM.
People would kill to get this stuff.