Adam

His kids were coming to hell? Sara sent HIS KIDS to hell? Not to mention putting his innocent baby boy Abel in charge, the boy didn't even know how to talk to girls outside of the family and she expected him to know how to lead an army or be able to talk to demons about all that boring bureaucratic bullshit? Was she INSANE?! If she put Seth in charge it would make sense the boy knew how to fight almost as well as him. Adam didn't doubt Seth's choices since his boy knew what was at stake so he could probably master that decision shit, with a bit of practice. Hell, even Aclima could be understandable. She was just as much of a bad bitch as Lute, and far better at talking to people then Seth.

When he gets back to heaven he's gonna have a long talk with Sara for not putting his lieutenant in charge like he'd planned, how dare she put his children in the battle field. God forbid Emily know anything about hell or the massacres she sanctioned but she will happily send more mortals to the battlefield without a second thought. He didn't even come up with the exterminations that was Lilith's idea but he couldn't say that or Sara would know he let her into heaven, cunning bitch. Wait… was this part of Lilith's plan? For her two ex husbands to kill each other and send heaven and hell into a war while she watches? He wouldn't put it past her. Damn her, she alway knew how to play him like a fiddle to get her way.

"Just you wait. When I get back I will personally shove you out of the clouds, you cheating whore." Adam cruises at the ceiling.

"Who are ya talking to?" Mammon asks startling Adam.

Adam zips his head around to the door seeing the spider step into his room. "No one, at least no one important."

Mammon narrows his eyes for a second then his face oddly softens. "Lilith?"

Adam wonders how he guessed that or why the man who would happily torture him would look almost like he's worried. "How did you-"

"You got that look, like when you and Lilith got in a fight back in Eden and you didn't know what you did wrong. You ran to me enough times that I got a sixth sense for it, mate." Mammon explains sitting down on his bed and patting his lap for Adam to take a seat.

Adam clicks his tongue at the action back in Eden the spider might have been a comfort but he sure as hell isn't any more. "Oh don't act like you give a shit about me! You've threatened me, beaten me, and even fucking ra-ra-" He cant say it, it would be an admission that he was weak.

Mammon looks almost guilty for a second. "I can't help it…"

"Can't hel-You expect me to feel bad for you?! After all you've done to me, YOU want to play the FUCKING VICTIM!" Adam feels all the rage he's held back flooding his senses as he screams out his words.

"THAT'S NOT-" Mammon sparks for a second but shakes his head trying to keep himself from acting on his own anger. "I'm the fucking embodiment of greed, it's not my nature to ignore my impulses and my impulses tell me to take what I want. I never think to ask those I take from whether I can, I just do."

Adam snorts, grinding his teeth into a grimace. His nails dig into his arms to keep himself from shaking with the strong emotions taking him over. "You think that's an excuse?!"

"It's not, I know it's not. I'm just trying to explain that I do care about you, in my own fucked up way. Greed is self destructive ya know, everytime I get what I want I need more immediately, nothing will ever be enough." Mammon explains.

Adam glares, he refuses to give sympathy to a demon especially one who hurt him. A sharp stabbing pain ebbs at the base of his spine and forehead. His grinding teeth also seem oddly loose for some reason. He only focuses on the subtle feelings for a second then returns to watching Mammon who almost seems genuine if Adam didn't know better. His emotions are starting to get clouded with nostalgia of better days as he hears Mammon talk without as many expletives as he normally uses.

Mammon twiddles his fingers unsure of what to do with his hands. "Sorry will never make up for what I've done to you, but my own greed makes it impossible to let you leave me even if you hate me. Not to mention the suffocating jealousy I get when I see others touch you, especially Lucifer. I want you, all of you, your anger, your fear, your love, everything. So if there's any way to fix what I've done, tell me."

"You're right, sorry will never make it for what you've done." Adam's voice is cuttingly harsh.

Mammon nods expecting that answer, his expression down cast. It shouldn't have an effect on Adam, his mind screams at him. A dumb part of him that begs for the simplicity of Eden argues to give the demon a chance he gave Lilith a second chance why not Mammon? Reason actually agrees with it if only to gain more control over the spider. If by some leap in logic Mammon is being honest about wanting forgiveness Adam can use that to get better treatment, and hopefully slip out from under his deals and contracts. None of this will matter when he gets back to heaven either way, so why not this gift on a silver platter?

Adam sighs hoping this won't bite him in the ass later. "...You'll really do anything? Even if I asked you to give all your money away to the poor? Or told you to burn all your circus equipment?"

The look of nervous terror Mammon gives him at the suggestions almost makes up for all he's done by itself. "...Y-yes…"

Adam smirks watching Mammon silently beg him not to do that. "Alright, for starters no touching me without my say so that includes your constant hugs. If I say no to anything, work, practice, anything it fucking means no. Understand?"

Mammon pouts. "You'll still do the work I signed you up for right?"

"Sure, I need something to do but if I don't want to that day you can hurt me because of it." Adam honestly doesn't mind the work he just doesn't like to be forced.

"I'm still allowed to bitch about that or is that out too?" Mammon questions.

"As long as you don't take your anger out on me I don't care what you do." Adam shrugs.

Mammon looks resentful but relents. "Fine, if that's what it takes." He snaps out.

Adam will believe it when he sees it but for now he can hope Mammon's being honest. "... So why'd you come here anyway."

Mammon gives him an 'are you serious' look. "I thought you'd want to head up to Pride as soon as you could."

Adam's eyes widened. "Already I thought you'd try to put it off longer."

"You want to go or not?" The spider grumbles.

Adam scans his room for a second, grabbing his guitar while walking to Mammon's side. "Let's go."

Mammon doesn't move just staring at Adam as silence builds. "So I can touch you right now or not since I can't teleport you without touching"

Adam shrugs. "Sure." The next moment Mammon touches his shoulder and with a puff of green smoke they appear in front of the hotel.

"Tell the rug rats of your's uncle Mammon says hi." Mammon says a hint of snark in his voice before he teleports away.

Abel

The week passes with far more tension around the house than comfortable. Most of the brothers wish for war with the hells, most of the sisters stay indifferent or at least mask off their contempt for the loss of their father. It's the few of their siblings that now see their father as a monster for protecting the heavens by killing the godless heathens of hell that are causing the real problems. Even Seth didn't protect them from the bullying anymore since he could stand the things they now called the man they all called father. That was probably the most shocking since Abel was the one who now had to break up the fights before the rest of heaven caught on to the instability of their family.

Additanly he hated seeing that snake man near his sisters but they claimed that they "Just wanted to make friends with the guy." Yeah right, his sisters like strong men not a pathetic dude who could barely speak without a stutter or lisp.

Yet he couldn't focus on that, he needed to prepare himself for the fun of keeping Aclima and Seth from doing something stupid while they inspect hell. Aclima was probably going to be harder to control, she was firmly on the side of just continuing the exterminations. Seth would probably listen for the most part, he wanted to find a better solution but wasn't against the exterminations since their father had done it and he was always right as far as Seth cared. Abel didn't really have an opinion as long as sinners stay in hell he doesn't see why they would want to go to heaven since they can enact all the horrors they want in hell no rules can stop them. Just toss down a few holy weapons and let the bastards kill each other not like they'll grow wings and attack heaven like Sara probably thinks.

Lute seemed to be training the guardians without him needing to ask just in case they can't find something better than the exterminations. Maybe he could make them every five years or so instead of yearly at least. Something was off with Lute but that could just be his imagination or her way of coping with grief. If Abel's honest with himself he regrets saying that he'll visit hell, what was the place like? Hell from the idea in his head was streets covered in bodies and bone, the stench of brimstone and rot suffocating those that lived. Was he just scaring himself or is he right to be terrified of the people residing in the hells?

Abel collects six Guardians just in case they get attacked, he doesn't trust the devil one bit from what Adam and Eve had told him the man has a silver tongue that can make you believe nearly anything. He'd be a fool to think the devil might not try to lure him into a trap or take his soul for whatever reason. Settling his nerves with a gulp of wine and a bite of bread, he goes to get his siblings to head out. Aclima is happily relaxing in the sun surrounded by her flowers, she grumbles a bit but follows her brother. Seth is already at the gate of heaven. He wears Adam's spare mask, the expression of which looks annoyed.

"I've been waiting for three hours." He grumbles tossing masks for his siblings as well.

Abel rolls his eyes shoving the mask over his face a second of dark passes as the electronic display comes on allowing him to see. "I wanted to get some good guards just in case something goes wrong."

"Wouldn't have to worry about that if we just wiped all those sinners out." Aclima says as her display shows a pink version of her annoyed face.

Abel doesn't know how much the masks will dissuade the demons after the last extermination team got nearly whipped out but hopeful they still inspire enough fear that they will still at least think twice about attacking. "Lima, please just drop it till we get home."

She glares barely long enough to notice then shrugs walking past the gate followed by her brothers. They descend from heaven's safety into the lawless hells making Abel's anxiety spike like the first time they rode the elevator down to heaven's embassy. His hands are shaking so he shoves them into his pockets, as the door dings and opens to the harsher air of hell. It's like smog to someone who's lived in heaven for so long, annoying but manageable as long as he does not linger long, but thankfully the mask filters most of the toxins.

Seth takes the lead walking through the building to the area made for those of hell. Being the gentleman he is, he opens the door and steps aside for the rest to pass though. The wound on Abel's temple pulsates meaning another headache will come soon hopefully it won't be noticeable with the mask. Hell is dark with far more red than should be possible with harsh architecture that would send some of their siblings into a fit because of pointless design. Down the sidewalk is trash, a man passes out or possibly dead and a woman seemingly chasing something with a knife. Abel cringes at the sight.

"Disgusting." Aclima says what they're all thinking as she criticizes the world around.

"I-I'm sure not all places are this bad." Seth tries, his optimism wavering at the unconvinced looks he gains.

"This is the closest thing these sinners will get to a church if this is how they treat the ground around it. I have my serious doubts about whether anyone here even believes in God let alone worships him." Abel counters.

Seth ducks his head down unable to argue that point. Abel gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder not wanting his brother to start wallowing in the depressive episode he only recently got dragged out of. In the distance he notices a familiar girl rushing towards them, the princess is followed by what looks like a guardian angel if slightly more gray then normal. The guardians around the siblings tense as if to prepare an attack but Abel just holds his hand up making it clear that they should stand down.

Charlie doubles over clutching her legs and heaving for a few seconds when she comes to a stop in front of Abel. "S-sorry I'm late I got side tracked with preparing the hotel for you to see."

"Punctuality is key to a good host, princess." Aclima snears.

"She said sorry." The lady next to Charlie growls.

Seth squints like he's trying to remember something as Aclima and the lady start a glaring match. "Vagina?" Seth asks.

The lady stops her contest with Aclima to switch her gaze at Seth and seems about to say something but Abel cuts her off before she talks. "She is a woman, Seth, she obviously has one but it's rude to say that." Abel wonders how his brother became so dumb if he lived for so long.

Seth blinks at Abel offended by his condescending tone. "Wha- No that's her name."

"Who would name an angel that?"

"Adam did, and it's Vaggy now." The lady interjects, annoyed at being ignored but being the topic of discussion.

"Why would he-? No, wait, actually that tracks." Their father really must have lost all interest in naming after he died since some of his army got named after his favorite foods. "Back on topic, you wanted to take us to the hotel?"

Charlie double checked her irritated partner before clapping her hands and smiling. "Uh right this way."

She twirls around and begins leading them through the streets babbling of things that Abel chooses to ignore. Seth is listening so he'll just ask for the summary later if it's important. Aclima seems to be checking off all her preconceived opinions of hell as they walk, her mouth is moving so she's whispering to herself like normal when she thinks she's right but is not in charge of what they do. Abel can't help the spine-crawling feeling of being watched as they pass by sinners. Some have fear in their faces, others lick their lips, eyeing them up and down like meals.

A sudden sting of pain shoots through Abel's head making him trip monetarily with the vertigo it sends through him. One of the demons passing by catches him lightning fast even before the guardians buzzing around them could, he didn't even notice a sinner being so close. An arm covered in what look like strangely familiar burn marks lifts wraps around his gut before he falls to the ground pulling him up as quickly as he fell. Abel jerks out of the man's grip with a look of repulsion. The demon smiles with what looks more like malice rather than joy, the horns adorning his head adding to the terrifying look of the man that towers over him.

Before the guardians can shoo him off with their spears he leans in close to whisper in Abel's ear. "Watch your step Abel, Mommy isn't around to kiss your wounds better anymore." His voice is gravely familiar and sends terror straight to his brain.

Abel freezes like a deer in headlights as the man disappears into a close ally. No, not man, not even demon, far worse his murder, his twin, CAIN. That was Cain it had to be or maybe the devil is playing with him trying to intimidate him into agreeing with whatever he wants. The gradians around him fly around him probably wondering why he isn't moving. Someone places a hand on his shoulder and Abel slaps it as hard as he can, jumping back in fear. Instead of an assailant he see's Seths confused face displayed on their father's mask looking at him now rubbing slightly and his hand.

"HUH?! Ah, sorry my head must still be in the clouds since I keep spacing out." He stumbles out a poor joke and rushes forward ignoring his own odd reaction to get out of this hell as fast as he can.

The hotel isn't much further but the worried look Seth is boring into his back sure makes it feel longer. The doors open up to a poorly painted banner, a table of most likely stale cookies, some sort of red drink in a punch bowl that could be blood for all he knows, oh and who could forget the various demons around the room.