Adam's anger filled rant is cut short by the sharp pain shooting through his nerves. Gasping as his lungs threaten to stop working, he can hear a cheer and Lucifer pointing out the knife in his chest. The being that stabbed him climbs up his back making him lose balance. Desperately he tries to force his wings to move but he falls face first in the dirt. The knife is pulled out after a second only to be plunged in again and again, along with growing manic laughter.
"NOOOO!" He recognizes Lute's scream as he shoves his murderer off him and turns him over. "Sir? Sir?! Stay with me sir!"
He can see her fear, just like his when he lost his son Abel. He smiles, maybe to reassure her that it will be alright or maybe it's because out of everyone of the women he's been near she's the only one who genuinely cared for him. "ADAM!"
The world is starting to get blurry. The voices are muffled like his heads under water. He can feel the loss of his halo's magnetism. His hands feel sticky with his own gold blood. His wings and libs are numb. He's dying again. What happens to a dead angel? Will he just be gone? Will he be reborn? Will anyone in heaven care?
His fear filled mind runs through hundreds of questions his creator never gave him. Maybe this is the reason he wasn't supposed to eat from the tree of knowledge. That one bite of that fucking apple cursed him, casting him from Eden. The world is going dark. He can't see anything but the blood red sky of hell. All he wants is to return to Eden, bathe in the waterfalls again, name the many animals with Lilith or Eve and play with the angels. Just go back before they all hated each other.
A stray thought filled with hate and spite crosses his mind as his consciousness starts to fade. Why leave the tree of knowledge in the garden if he wasn't supposed to eat it? If his creator knew everything he knew he'd eat the apple, that Lilith and Eve would sleep with Lucifer behind his back, and that he would eventually die a second time to stab wounds given by a stupid demon. Well fuck em' he did everything to please his creator and still failed because the asshole had already known he would, fuck heaven, fuck hell, fuck everyone.
His anger flares once more giving him more adrenalin than he ever experienced when he was alive. No, he refused to die, he refused to be dirt once more. He will survive by spite alone if he must. Moving himself over to some of the dead bodies of his decimated army, ignoring the waves of pain, he digs out a spear. Ripping up most of his Cassock's into strips. He wraps one around the head of the spear, another is wrapped around the handle of his guitar as he sticks it into his mouth. He snaps his finger desperately conquering holy fire and lights up the end of the spear.
The world is spinning but he pushes through, sending a prayer that this will work. Hesitantly he moves the burning spear to his chest. Carefully as he can in his wrecked state, he lays the edge of the metal on to his flesh. His body jerks at first fighting to remove the source of pain, but Adam refuses until he sees the wound close. To his relief his plan seems to give his desired results, when he lifts the spear his sore skin no longer leaks his golden blood.
His joy at having a shot at surviving is overshadowed by the dread of having to do the same to his back. Lifting the weapon behind him he braces for what's to come. The searing pain hits his wounds, he bites down on his Guitar to muffle his screams. His flesh melts together, as involuntary tears pour from his eyes. He can't tell if he fused all the wounds on his back, all he can feel is blinding heat and blood still covering it, but his arms shake too much to keep trying.
Adam wants to rest but he can see the cannibal sinners feasting upon the fallen angels reminding him how unsafe this place is. Quickly he wraps his sizzling wounds and injured arm with the ripped up fabric. His legs shake as he stands up and with every step threatens to give under his weight, so he uses his guitar to support himself. The sinners seem to be occupied with desecrating the dead and celebrating their first victory to notice him fleeing.
He finds an empty seemingly forgotten building at the edge of town. Breaking in through a trashed window he finds probably the best spot to hide out till his wounds heal. Curling up in a way as to not upset his wounds any more than they already have, under a makeshift box fort to hide himself he finally allows himself to succumb to sleep.
He dreams of Eden, it had been millennia since Adam last saw his birth place but he remembers it clearly. The first time he woke to his creator's voice, alongside Lilith. How and when he named every single animal. When he met Lucifer and the other seraphim. When Lilith left him. When he had his rib torn from him in the forced sleep to make Eve. When he was cast out of the garden and its safety.
It was mid day, the sun's warm rays shining down on him like always. He had seen a new animal, a cute little eight legged thing creating a web of gold thread that would act as its home. He had to climb up a tree to reach it. Silently he offered his hand for the creature to jump on, so he could better examine it. It moved around before connecting a string to his hand and beginning to hang from him. Curiously he watches it looking at its many features, trying to decide a name.
"Ah, a spider. Hmm, how about the golden orb-weaver spider?" He asks the animal's opinion of its species and name. It seems satisfied swaying in his hand which is as close to a yes he will probably get.
He carefully sets the spider back in its web looking around the branches for more animals to name. Then he hears the sound of a bird, at least he thinks it's a bird, it's not Lilith. Glancing around he finds the sound is above him, Quickly he scales the rest of the tree popping his head around till he sees pearl white wings. Six wings in fact, wow that's a big bird. Creeping up close as quietly as he can, he readies his hands to grab the feathery beast. It's too occupied with singing to notice him, only given a second as it hears a branch snap when he lunges at it.
"La~ La~ La-AAAAAAH!" It tweets as they both come falling out of the tree. Adam wraps his arms around its body and between its wings twisting their bodies so he hits the ground first.
He meant to catch the bird to show to Lilith, she loved the colorful or musical bird was big, not as big as him but still large, it was struggling in his grasp flapping wings and what not. He laughed, this was more fun than playing with lions, but by far more difficult. He'd never had an animal truly fight him but this one was, it was exhilarating. His grip released as three wings hit him square in the face.
The animal turned around annoyed before changing tune to surprise when it saw Adam. Adam watched the creature. It looked like him, sort of, skin to white and cheeks to red, it had a large coat of… fur? Feathers possibly? No nose and the obvious wings were the only real differences he could see.
Adam wracked his brain for a name to call the new creator. "Duck! No, Snake! Nooo… uh wait, just give me a second."
"No need! I already have a name. I am Lucifer, an angel… a seraphim to be exact. You're Adam right, the first man?" The angel asked as he offered to help him up.
Grabbing the hand offered, Adam was pulled up. "You can talk?! Uh yes, I'm adam!"
Lucifer chuckles at his earnestness. "Well it's nice to meet you, and yes I can talk. So, care to tell me why you attacked me?"
"I wanted to show you off to Lilith. She loves to sing so I've brought her birds every time I find them!" Adam explains as he grabs Lucifer's wrist and begins to lead him to where Lilith should be.
Lucifer just lets himself be dragged around by the excited man. Adam kept looking at the beauty of the angel, all creatures were pretty in their own way but angels must have been the most breathtaking he'd ever seen. Not to mention the fact that this was the first thing that could talk aside from Lilith. Adam had been rambling as he traversed back to where he knew Lilith should be. Unlike Lilith Lucifer seems actually interested in what he was saying, as he described everything he had seen and named that day.
Adam eventually finds Lilith collecting food for dinner like Adam had instructed. Shouting her name she turns to be met by Adam giving her a bear hug, and a swift kiss on the cheek. Adam doesn't notice her annoyed glare as he quickly introduces the two. They spent the rest of the day talking, mainly Lucifer explaining heaven and angels. Lucifer had to leave at some point but he promised to return in the next few days. Adam couldn't wait to see him again. He wondered if the other angels Lucifer had mentioned would come to visit one day as well.
He doesn't know how long he was out, but he wakes all the same in a grungy decrepit building. He looks down at his wounds which glow an angry yellowish red but they aren't gushing his blood out anymore. Thanking whatever luck he has that the possibly stupidest idea of his worked. He starts to move his sore muscles, in slow motions trying not to tear the freshly sealed skin.
"Ok Adam, you're alive. Of course you are, nothing can kill you. Now all I need to do is get to Heaven's Embassy, get my halo back, and then I get to prepare for whatever comes next… After a long rest and some ribs." He tells himself trying to organize his thoughts.
Getting to Heaven's Embassy was going to be a challenge. His wings and face were a dead giveaway for him being an angel, his cassock was in shreds so he definitely needed clothes. Exploring the building he finds some old clothes stacked in a pile zipped up in bags. Looking through them trying to find something that will fit him, he thankfully finds some that also suit his taste.
A black leather jacket, on top of a hoodie and ripped t-shirt, torn up jeans, combat boots that are on the bigger side even for him, and a few spiked accessories. He can't do much about his face but the hoodie helps if he sticks to the shadows. His wings are uncomfortably hidden under layers but he'll have to deal with it for now. The other clothes seem to be from some band that probably got wiped out in the exterminations, its mostly groupie merchandise.
Sneaking out the way he got in, he begins to head to the Embassy. Avoiding sinners best he can, hiding his face when some get too close, double checking behind him to make sure his feathers aren't falling out, and resting every now and then due to the pain. The landscape was different on land than in the sky. The many buildings start to confuse him, he thought it would be the one with white pillars, gold accents and cloud like designs. Apparently a bunch of nightclubs and other buildings thought it was funny to copy that design. He was well and truly lost in a pit of vipers.