Charlie groaned as she slowly sat up, her body aching from the abrupt teleportation. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the sudden brightness. The sky above her was a clear, vibrant blue—so unlike the fiery red of Hell.

Vaggie quickly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. "Where are we?" Charlie asked, her voice groggy.

Vaggie looked around, her eyes landing on a massive golden statue in the center of the park. The towering figure was unmistakable, standing proud with a flowing cape and the iconic "S" emblazoned on its chest. "Metropolis," Vaggie said, a smile forming on her lips. "We made it."

Charlie's face lit up with excitement. "We made it!" she cheered, throwing her arms around Vaggie.

Vaggie chuckled, hugging her back. "Okay, so now what? How do we find him?"

Blitzo, dusting himself off, snorted. "Maybe we just start shooting until he shows up."

"Or kill someone!" Nifty chirped, her eager grin contrasting sharply with the serene park setting.

"No killing!" Charlie spun around, pointing a stern finger at Blitzo and Nifty. "We're here to get Superman's help, not make things worse!"

Blitzo shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, but you're no fun."

Alastor, who had been casually perusing a nearby newspaper stand, picked up an old copy of The Daily Planet. He straightened the paper with a flourish, his crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I believe this might be of assistance," he said, holding up the front page.

The headline read: "I spent the night with Superman" exclusive interview by Lois Lane, with a photograph credited to Jimmy Olsen.

Charlie grabbed the paper from him, her eyes scanning the article quickly. She read aloud: "When I sat down with Superman, the Man of Steel was as honest as he could be. 6'4, black hair, blue eyes, doesnt drink, doesnt smoke, and born on the dying world of Krypton, but sent and raised on Earth…"

"Krypton?" Stolas muttered, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in to glance at the article.

"You've heard of that planet?" Octavia asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"It perished years ago," Stolas replied, his tone grim. "I thought the Kryptonians were extinct. It seems I was mistaken."

"So, how do we find this Superman guy?" Husk asked, lighting a cigarette with a skeptical glance at the paper.

Blitzo grinned and jabbed a thumb at the headline. "We track down this Lois Lane chick. She seems like she's got the inside scoop." He turned to Loona, who was leaning against a nearby lamppost. "Loona, think you can sniff her out?"

Loona rolled her eyes but stepped forward, pulling out her phone. "Give me a second." Just from Lois Lanes name she sniffed the air subtly, her sharp senses picking up faint traces. After a moment, her ears perked up. "Got her. The trail's fresh—she's not far from here."

"Good work!" Charlie said, her voice laced with newfound determination as she turned to face the group. Her amber eyes shone with hope, a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped. "Let's move. If anyone can help us get to Superman, it's her."

The group nodded in unison, their shared purpose solidifying despite their differences. Loona, ever the reliable tracker, sniffed the air again and gestured down the bustling street. "This way." she lead them through alleyways.

As they walked, the city of Metropolis unfolded before them in a dazzling display of life and energy. Children raced through the nearby park, their laughter ringing out as they played a game of pretend. Red capes fluttered behind them, tied around their necks as they mimicked Superman's iconic flight, arms stretched forward.

Charlie smiled softly at the sight, but her moment of admiration was interrupted by Blitzo's loud groan. "Ugh, what can this super prick not do?" he griped, gesturing wildly at a store window packed with Superman merchandise. Action figures, lunchboxes, posters, and even Superman-branded toothpaste were on full display.

Vaggie, clutching another copy of The Daily Planet, rolled her eyes at Blitzo's outburst. "Flight, super speed, heat vision, super breath, super strength, x-ray vision—though he can't see through lead—and a whole lot more," she said, rattling off the list without looking up.

Blitzo scoffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Perfect. Great. Bet he's got super floss for his super teeth too."

"But he's not alone," Vaggie added, ignoring him. She flipped the paper around to show the group the headline: My Super Family. Beneath it was a glossy photo of Superman, flanked by Supergirl, a young man in a black shirt bearing the iconic "S" emblem, Steel in his shining armor, and Krypto, the loyal Superdog, sitting proudly at Superman's side.

Charlie's eyes lit up as she studied the image. "He has a whole team," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "That might actually work in our favor!"

"Or make things harder," angel muttered, flicking his cigarette onto the pavement.

"That depends," Alastor chimed in, his sharp grin returning, "on how… cooperative they are. Let's hope they're receptive to our little visit, shall we?"

Blitzo looked over his shoulder at Loona, who was still sniffing the air with focus. "Loonie, how much farther?"

Loona stopped in her tracks, pointing to the towering building ahead. "Right here."

The group collectively tilted their heads back to take in the impressive structure before them. The words Daily Planet gleamed above the entrance in bold lettering, and atop the building spun a massive golden globe, glinting in the sunlight.

"Whoa," Angel Dust whistled, clearly impressed. "Fancy joint for a newspaper."

Charlie squared her shoulders, her resolve firming up as she turned to face the group. "This is it. Now, Stolas, Octavia, Alastor, Vaggie, Loona, and I will go in. The rest of you stay by the alleyway and keep a low profile. Don't get seen."

With a wave of her hand, the group quickly cast their human disguise magic, their demonic features vanishing as they assumed their new forms.

Angel Dust grumbled, crossing his arms. "Oh, come on! I wanna go in too!"

Vaggie shot him a glare. "No way, Angel. Especially not any of you."

Blitzo, clearly displeased with being left out, scoffed. "Why do we look like a bunch of fuck-ups?"

"That's because we're going to fuck things up if you come along, sir," Moxxie said dryly, shooting a disapproving look at Blitzo.

"Dammit," Blitzo muttered, rolling his eyes. "Fine, but if things take too long, we go to Plan B—kidnap the bitch in distress."

"That seems a bit extreme, sir," Moxxie protested, though he was already preparing for the worst.

"I like it," Nifty piped up, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "You worry me."

Millie smiled cheerfully. "Come on, it's a quick and easy solution to the problem."

As the group walked toward the entrance of the Daily Planet building, a shadow in the alleyway behind them caught their attention. The faint glint of red eyes gleamed from the darkness, watching them closely.

The team walked into the sleek, modern lobby of the Daily Planet building. The walls were adorned with iconic photographs and headlines from the world's most famous newspaper, but there was little time to appreciate the decor. They approached the main desk where a harried secretary sat, typing away at her computer.

"Welcome to the Daily Planet. How can I help you?" she asked without looking up.

Charlie stepped forward, trying to keep her tone polite but firm. "Yes, we'd like to speak with Lois Lane."

The secretary finally glanced up, giving them a half-hearted, unimpressed look. "Ugh, let me guess. Is it about Superman?" She sighed, clearly used to this request. "Look, kid, this ain't my first rodeo. Hundreds of people want to talk to Lois and Superman."

Charlie hesitated, her frustration mounting. "But it's an emergency."

The secretary raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Heard that one before."

Vaggie, feeling the urgency of the situation, stepped forward with more intensity. "I'm telling you, it's urgent."

Alastor, growing tired of the back-and-forth, calmly walked up to the desk with an eerie, predatory grace. "Allow me," he said, his voice dripping with an unnerving demonic tone. "You will take us to see Lois Lane. Now."

The air seemed to chill as Alastor's presence filled the room. The secretary's eyes widened in fear, and her hands shook as she grabbed the phone. "Hey, Perry, I got some people here who need to see Lois. Like, right now."

"Thank you," Alastor said smoothly, his grin widening as he turned to lead the group to the elevator.

As they made their way toward the elevator, Stolas looked at Alastor with a raised brow. "That was a bit much, don't you think?"

"We're in a hurry," Alastor replied nonchalantly, his tone light, though his smile never faltered.

Charlie shot Alastor a disapproving look. "Don't do that again, please."

Alastor merely smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, no promises, my dear."

The elevator doors slid shut, and the team was left in tense silence, each of them contemplating what awaited them in Lois Lane's office.

The bustling office of the Daily Planet suddenly quieted as Perry White's booming voice rang out. "Kent! Lane! Olsen! Get in here!"

The trio—Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and Jimmy Olsen—hurried into the editor-in-chief's office. Perry gestured towards the group waiting near the door. "These wackos want a word with you in private. Probably about some new story."

Lois and Clark exchanged a quick glance, their journalistic instincts piqued. "What can we do for you?" Jimmy asked politely.

Perry waved them off. "Take it to a conference room. Don't make a scene."

Moments later, the trio led the group into a private room. As the door shut behind them, Clark adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly. "Hi there," he said. "I'm Clark Kent, and this is my wife, Lois Lane."

Clark extended a hand, and Charlie stepped forward to shake it. "Charlie Morningstar," she said, her tone polite but firm.

Lois raised an eyebrow at the unusual name. "Morningstar? That's… quite biblical for a last name."

Charlie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "It's important we talk to you. Something's happened, and it involves Lex Luthor."

At the mention of Luthor, Lois immediately became more alert. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.

Charlie met her gaze seriously. "Do you believe in heaven and hell?"

Lois crossed her arms, glancing at Clark. "Well, I've seen some pretty messed up things—Amazons, Atlanteans, wizards. At this point, my mind's pretty open."

Charlie nodded and stepped back, bowing slightly. "I am the princess of Hell, heir to the throne. Lucifer Morningstar is my father."

The room fell silent for a moment, and Clark's eyebrows rose. "You're saying… you're the devil's daughter?"

"Lucifer?" Lois added skeptically. "Satan?"

Charlie clarified, "Satan rules Wrath, but my parents, Lucifer and Lilith, rule all of Hell. They reside in the Pride Ring. I'm not here to invade Earth—I believe in redemption. I believe even in darkness, there's hope for a better path, for heaven."

Clark nodded, his expression softening. "That's actually… touching."

"So, if you're not here to invade," Jimmy asked, still unsure, "why are you here?"

Stolas stepped forward, his presence regal yet ominous. "Lex Luthor has taken the throne of Hell and declared himself king."

Lois's mouth dropped open. "That can't be possible."

Loona reached into her bag and tossed a dismantled Lexbot head onto the table. "This was in my room."

Clark leaned forward, examining the metallic remains. "It's a Lexbot head. The material looks like steel, but these markings—"

"Angelic steel," Charlie interjected.

Lois frowned, her investigative instincts kicking in. "Let me guess—angelic weapons?"

"Right on the money," Vaggie confirmed grimly.

Before anyone could respond, Lois turned toward the window. Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, no."

"What is it?" Charlie asked, moving closer to look.

Clark joined Lois at the window, his jaw tightening. Outside, they saw a teenage boy, around 15 years old, wearing a blue jacket with the iconic "S" shield on the front. A small red cape fluttered behind him as he floated several feet off the ground, holding Blitzo by the tail. The imp squirmed and screamed, flailing helplessly.

"Let me go, you super-brat!" Blitzo yelled, thrashing in the boy's grip.

"Not until you tell me what you're doing here," the boy replied calmly, though his grip didn't loosen.

Lois groaned, her tone sharp and commanding as only a mother's could be. "Jonathan Kent! Get down here right now!"

Despite the thick walls, her voice carried effortlessly to Jonathan's enhanced hearing. The confident look on his face wavered, and he sighed, clearly recognizing that he was in trouble. Slowly, he descended to the ground, still clutching Blitzo by the tail.

"Wait, Kent?" Vaggie's eyes darted between Clark and Jonathan. Her brow furrowed as the puzzle pieces began falling into place. "You are—"

Clark sighed deeply, cutting her off. "Rooftop. Now." His voice was calm but firm, carrying a weight of authority that even Alastor paused to note.

"Jonathan, that means you too!" he called out.

Jonathan launching himself upward with Blitzo still in tow.

"Put me down, you super-powered brat!" Blitzo screamed as they soared toward the rooftop.

"Dont forget the others!" Charlie said and Jonathan zipped back and forth to grab the others.

The rest of the group exchanged looks, caught between shock and intrigue. Lois folded her arms, muttering under her breath. "This is going to be a long day."

"Should we follow?" Charlie asked hesitantly, her wings briefly flickering into view before she suppressed them.

Lois gestured toward the window. "Might as well. If we're doing this, we're doing it all the way."

The group filed toward the window, one by one, and followed Clark's lead to the rooftop, their curiosity mounting with every step.

On the rooftop of the Daily Planet, Blitzo, Angel, Sir Pentious, Cherry Bomb, Moxxie, Husk, Millie, and Nifty were all clutching their stomachs, trying to recover from the dizzying speed at which Jonathan had brought them. Their expressions ranged from green to outright miserable.

"Kid, next time you travel with a passenger, maybe ease up on the afterburners," Cherry Bomb grumbled, leaning against a railing for support.

"Sorry," Jonathan said sheepishly as he landed gracefully, far less affected than his unwilling passengers.

"Seriously, kid," Husk muttered, rubbing his temples. "You can't just grab people like that. What do you think we are?"

Jonathan shrugged, a small smirk forming. "Demons from Hell?"

Husk froze mid-rant, blinking at the kid. "…Fuck, he's got a point," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

The rooftop door swung open with a loud bang, and Lois stormed out, her arms crossed and her eyes blazing with maternal fury. "What the hell, Jonathan?"

"Mom, I can explain!" Jonathan said, holding up his hands defensively. "They said something about kidnapping you!"

Loona, who had just reached the rooftop with the others, shot her father a furious glare. "Blitzo!" she growled, her fangs bared.

"Wait, you know him?" Lois asked, glancing between Loona and Blitzo with a raised brow.

Loona sighed, stepping forward. "Yeah, he's my… foster dad." With that, her form shimmered and shifted, revealing her hellhound appearance.

Lois's jaw dropped slightly as she took a step back. "Well… I guess that answers a few questions."

Clark followed behind Lois, his demeanor calm but serious. He removed his glasses and handed them to his wife. "Guess we're doing this," he said.

With a determined look, he grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it open, revealing the iconic red and yellow "S" shield underneath. In a blur of motion, he spun at super speed, his business attire vanishing to reveal Superman in all his glory.

The demons and imps stared in varying degrees of shock and awe.

"Okay," Blitzo muttered, crossing his arms. "That's… mildly impressive."

"Mildly?" Angel Dust laughed. "He just went from Clark Kent to Superman in like, a second. That's hot!"

"Focus," Vaggie hissed, smacking Angel on the back of the head.

"Before we dive into the heavy stuff, let's start with a few basics," Lois said, pulling out her phone and setting it to record. "For starters, what are the Nine Rings of Hell like?"

"Well, technically there are only seven rings now," Charlie explained with a small, sheepish smile. "There was a lot of debate over it, but let's just say Dante might need to update his Divine Comedy. Each ring is ruled by one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but due to the passage of time and societal changes, some things have evolved."

Lois tilted her head, intrigued. "Interesting. But why would the Princess of Hell be so determined to help demons seek redemption?"

Charlie's expression grew somber. "Hell is facing an overpopulation crisis. Heaven's solution is to send exterminator angels to purge demons—regardless of whether their sins were minor, like drug use or theft, or major, like murder or worse. I want to find a peaceful solution that doesn't involve constant bloodshed."

Superman frowned, his brow furrowed in thought. "And you believe Heaven would entertain the idea of reforming demons instead of exterminating them?"

"It sounds like a conspiracy to me," Lois interjected, skepticism in her tone.

"It very well could be," Charlie admitted. "But if there's even a chance to change things for the better, it's worth trying."

Superman crossed his arms, his gaze steady. "I might have an idea to help slow down the exterminations, but we'll need more details. What exactly happened with Lex Luthor?"

The group launched into an explanation, detailing how Luthor and a coalition of villains overthrew Hell's existing rulers and seized control. They described his rise to power, his strategic alliances, and his brutal methods of domination.

"Jesus," Jimmy muttered, his face pale.

"Tell me about it," Angel Dust said, rolling his eyes.

Superman's expression darkened. "If Luthor doesn't know where you are now, that's a good thing. But staying here in Metropolis is too risky. He's smart enough to figure out your location eventually."

"Agreed," Lois added. "If he's gone as far as overthrowing Hell, I doubt he'll stop until he consolidates power everywhere he can."

Superman nodded. "We'll figure out a plan to keep you safe. But first, we need to dig deeper into what Luthor's ultimate goal is—and how we can stop him."

The gang arrived at an old, unassuming building that seemed forgotten by time. Inside, there were a few beds, basic furniture, and minimal living essentials.

"What is this place?" Angel asked, looking around with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"It's an old Justice League safehouse," Lois explained as she walked further inside.

The group exchanged puzzled glances. "Justice League?" Vaggie asked.

"Superman's team of super-powered friends," Lois clarified. "The League used these safehouses for situations involving someone of vital importance, like witnesses under protection."

Blitzo groaned, throwing his hands up. "So we're stuck here while Lex screws with Hell even more?"

"It's either that, or we call in the nearest wizard to perform an exorcism," Lois replied sharply. "And just so you know, the League has more than a few magic users on speed dial."

Blitzo crossed his arms, grumbling under his breath, while Charlie stepped forward. "Thank you, Lois. I wish there was some way to repay you for all this."

Lois gave her a small, tired smile. "Think of it as my one ticket to get into Heaven."

"So, where's Superman?" Millie asked, glancing around as if expecting him to swoop in at any moment.

"He said he was going to meet someone who might be able to slow down the extermination process," Lois replied, folding her arms.

"Who?" Stolas asked, his tone laced with cautious interest.

Superman landed in a murky swamp just outside Salem, Massachusetts, his boots sinking slightly into the damp ground. Before him stood a rickety, haunted-looking house cloaked in an aura of mystery. He recognized it immediately from the Justice League files: the infamous House of Mystery.

He approached the door and knocked firmly. It creaked open on its own, revealing none other than John Constantine, cigarette in hand, wearing his usual trench coat.

"Bloody hell," Constantine muttered, his expression souring. "I'd rather deal with Batman. What do you want, Boy Scout?"

"John, I need your help with something," Superman said, stepping inside.

Constantine closed the door behind him, exhaling smoke as he followed. "What is it this time?"

Superman turned to face him, his expression serious. "What do you know about a heavenly extermination of Hell?"

The question made Constantine freeze. He narrowed his eyes. "How the hell do you know about that?"

"The Princess of Hell is under witness protection," Superman explained. "Lex Luthor took the throne and overthrew Hell itself."

"Bloody hell," Constantine repeated, rubbing his temples. "I don't know much about Heaven's exterminations. Most of what I've learned came from tricking a few demons into spilling their guts. But contacting Heaven? That's not exactly my specialty."

"You can send a message, though," Superman pressed.

Constantine groaned, reluctantly stubbing out his cigarette. "Fine, but you owe me for this one, Boy Scout."

He began chanting in Latin, his voice low and steady: "Eos qui malleos iustitiae et vindictae afferunt, innocentium sanguinem producant."

The room grew cold, the lights flickering wildly. Suddenly, two imposing figures materialized. One was the Phantom Stranger, shrouded in mystery and draped in a flowing cloak. The other was the Spectre, a spectral embodiment of divine vengeance, his presence radiating an ominous power.

"John Constantine!" the Spectre's voice boomed, shaking the room. "You dare summon us?!"

Constantine smirked, unfazed. "Wasn't my choice, mate. Superman here needed a chat. Meet the agents of Heaven: the Phantom Stranger, a wanderer bound by justice to atone for his sins, and the Spectre, God's hand of vengeance."

Superman nodded respectfully. "Thank you for coming. I need to know about a supposed heavenly extermination of Hell to control overpopulation."

The Spectre's glowing eyes bore into Superman. "The dimension of Hell is the lowest realm a mortal soul can descend to. Heaven has no mandate to conduct such actions."

"The Princess of Hell told me otherwise," Superman countered.

"Charlotte Morningstar," the Phantom Stranger said, his tone almost reverent. "She is unlike her father, possessing a soul far purer than her station would suggest. Her vision of redemption is one I would embrace to pay my own debts."

"Can you investigate this claim?" Superman asked, his voice firm.

The Spectre's eyes flared. "Very well. If there is truth to this, we will uncover it."

With that, the two celestial beings vanished, leaving Superman and Constantine alone in the dimly lit room.

Constantine lit another cigarette, shaking his head. "You just had to drag me into Heaven's politics, didn't you?"

"Its Lex fault you can blame him." Superman said

"So, these Goetias—they're important?" Lois asked, leaning forward, her phone recording every word of her interview with Stolas.

"The Ars Goetia are a dynasty of noble demons," Stolas began, his voice smooth and refined. "We govern over Hellborn demons, serve as the prophets, messengers, and observers of the mortal plane for Lucifer Morningstar, and act as the guardians of Hell."

Lois nodded, jotting down a note, but she noticed something shift in Stolas's demeanor. His gaze softened as it landed on his daughter, Octavia, who was sitting quietly nearby.

"Something wrong?" Lois asked, her journalist instincts kicking in.

Stolas sighed, his regal posture faltering. "My marriage was arranged by my father. The only joy I have in that union with… that bitch of a wife, Stella, is my daughter, Octavia." He paused, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I would rather be with Blitzo than endure Stella's wrath, but… is it worth breaking my daughter's heart?"

Lois leaned back, considering his words. "Hey," she said after a moment, her tone surprisingly gentle. "If leaving a toxic marriage to find happiness—for yourself and for your daughter—is what it takes, then yeah. It's worth it. Kids are smarter than we give them credit for. If you're happy, she'll feel it too."

Stolas looked at Lois, his eyes glistening with emotion. "You're quite insightful, Mrs. Lane."

Lois shrugged with a small smile. "Comes with being a mom. And a journalist. I've seen enough to know that life's too short—even for demons—to waste it on people who don't care about you."

Octavia, overhearing the conversation, looked up at her father. "Dad, I just want you to be happy and never leave. I don't care about Mom's stupid rules."

Stolas blinked, visibly moved. "Oh, my little star…" He reached out, pulling Octavia into a hug. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

Lois gave them a moment, then switched off her recorder, her expression softening. "You've got a good kid there, Stolas. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

In the grand Council Hall of Heaven, Sera, the high Seraphim angel, was diligently signing celestial documents, her quill gliding effortlessly over the golden parchment. The air was serene, a peaceful glow emanating from the crystalline walls, until Deerie, the timid deer-like cherub, burst in, flapping her tiny wings frantically.

"Is there something wrong, Deerie?" Sera asked, her tone calm but curious as she set her quill down.

Deerie hovered, trembling. "Um… they're here!" she stammered, her eyes wide with terror.

Sera tilted her head, confused. "Who?"

Before Deerie could answer, the entire hall trembled violently, as if the heavens themselves quaked. The ethereal lights flickered erratically, casting unsettling shadows across the room. Every angel present froze in fear, their celestial glow dimming.

And then, they appeared.

From a blinding burst of light, the towering forms of the Spectre and the Phantom Stranger materialized in the center of the hall. Their presence was overwhelming, an undeniable force of divine justice and vengeance.

"SPECTRE!" Sera gasped, rising from her seat. Her voice, usually steady, wavered in shock. Her gaze shifted to the Phantom Stranger, recognition dawning. "Judas," she whispered, her voice laced with equal parts disdain and familiarity.

The Phantom Stranger remained silent, his expression unreadable beneath his wide-brimmed hat.

"What brings you here?" Sera demanded, regaining her composure, though the trembling in her hands betrayed her unease.

Spectre's voice boomed, reverberating through the hall like a divine thunderclap. "WE COME TO SEEK ANSWERS, SERA."

"Answers about what?" Sera asked, trying to maintain her authority despite the oppressive presence of the two agents of Heaven.

"THE ALLEGED EXTERMINATION OF HELL," Spectre declared, his eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

Sera's face paled as she stammered, "That's impossible. Heaven has no such decree—"

Before she could finish, Spectre's hand shot out like a lightning strike, gripping her throat in a vice-like chokehold. The angels in the hall gasped in horror but dared not intervene.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" Spectre's voice thundered, shaking the very foundations of the hall. "YOU KNOW I WAS THE ONE WHO UNLEASHED GOD'S WRATH UPON EGYPT. DO NOT TEST ME!"

Sera clawed at his hand, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't—"

Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Adam strode in, his golden armor gleaming as he spoke with an air of smug indifference. "I can't wait for the next five months to wipe out those demons," he said nonchalantly. "Why should I care about Hell's population problems? I mean—"

He froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of Spectre and the Phantom Stranger. His confidence evaporated instantly. "Oh, fuck."

Before Adam could react, both celestial agents moved in unison, delivering devastating punches to his chest and face. The force sent him sprawling across the floor, his golden mask shattering. His disheveled brown hair was exposed, and golden ichor—his divine blood—dripped from his mouth.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Adam snarled, coughing as he tried to rise. "You're supposed to work with Heaven!"

Phantom Stranger stepped forward, his voice cold and unyielding. "Our duty is to God Himself, not to the corruption that festers within Heaven. We have spoken to Him directly."

Before Adam could respond, a red portal erupted in the center of the room, its fiery tendrils snaking out to seize him. Alongside him, the Exorcist demons and Lute were dragged toward the swirling vortex, their cries echoing through the chamber.

Adam clawed at the ground, his fingers leaving gouges in the pristine marble floor as he screamed, "What the fuck did you do?!"

Spectre loomed over him, his glowing eyes burning with righteous fury. "WE SPOKE TO GOD DIRECTLY. THE EXTERMINATIONS ARE CANCELLED. CHARLOTTE MORNINGSTAR AND SUPERMAN BROUGHT THIS TO OUR ATTENTION. YOUR ACTIONS HAVE DAMNED YOU, ADAM. NOW YOU ARE FALLEN."

"NOOOOOOO!" Adam's scream was a mixture of rage and terror as the portal's pull became irresistible. He was sucked into the void, his voice fading into nothingness as the portal sealed shut with a resounding boom.

The hall fell silent, save for the sound of Sera gasping for air as Spectre released her. She clutched her throat, staring at the celestial agents with a mixture of fear and awe. Soon a small pouch of 5 silver coins appear in Phantom Stramgers hand a token from god as a reward to pay the debt of his sins. Phantom made the pouch disappear.

Phantom Stranger turned to the remaining angels, his gaze piercing. "Let this serve as a warning. Heaven's purpose is justice, not vengeance without proof of cause. If any of you conspire to defy God's will again, you will share Adam's fate."

Without another word, Spectre and Phantom Stranger vanished, leaving the Council Hall in stunned silence.