Heaven
Seraphim Office
Minutes after the prologue
Chaos. That's what you could describe the atmosphere in Sera's office once the report that an Honor duel had been interrupted. The cause? Adam. For decades he had been a lose cannon as the Archangels who usually kept his leash short were busy tracking down a rouge Eldritch "god". She may not have shown it, but she was old enough to remember the Eldritch-Demon war. So many lost thanks to the horrors they unleashed. For the most part they had been expelled from this dimension using Heaven's copy of the Grimoire Prophetia. Now this was a grimoire almost as coveted as the Grimoire of Worlds; a tome housing spells so powerful only three copies were ever pinned. One housed in the strongest vault of heaven, located in the palace of Raphael; one in possession of Stolas Goetia of the Ars Goetia, and the last copy reportedly destroyed in 72AD alongside the garrison at Machaerus.
A knock at her door interrupted her musing. "Come in." As the door opens, in walks Adam. Normally he would be seen in his robes and his iconic mask. Rarely had he allowed his face to be seen by the winners or the exorcists. Only the higher angels knew what he looked like. He was sporting a set of black cargo pants, and an AC/DC Thunderstruck t-shirt. As Adam took a seat Sera began. "Do you know why I called you here Adam?" "No clue ma'am." Adam replied.
Now some would say Adam was arrogant, and most that voiced that openly mysteriously "disappeared" only to later be found alive, but in serious condition. "The reason I called you here" Sera began; "is that I have a report here saying you personally interrupted an honor duel imitated by one John Marston; the current wielder of Anduril and St. Peter."
A look of shock was quickly hidden behind a mask of indifference. "So what? That guy was probably guilty anyways." Adam said dismissively. "That's not the point Adam!" Sera replied angerly. "Because of your actions, Hell now has in its domain two of the remaining Holy Arms. Weapons crafted during the Eldritch-Demon war by Heaven's master blacksmiths Brok and Sindri." Once the gravity of the situation finally dawned on Adam because he had met them only a few times. Later if asked, the angel servants in the room would say he aged decades in seconds. "While I have my team on damage control, we need to prepare for the meeting that Princess Charlie has requested." Sera told Adam. "Oh, and Adam." She began; "If you do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to cause a war I will personally rain down every agony, every violation imaginable, upon you... I will parade your cold body from every corner of every realm, and feed your soul to the vilest filth in Hell, that is my promise!" As Adam showed the tiniest amount of true primal fear, he realized just how badly he had messed up. "Now get out of my sight." And he was gone.