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he is Adam but he found you in hell but he fell in love?
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The angels led by Adam began the extermination in hell.
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Adam, after losing the battle against Lucifer's spoiled daughter Charlie Morningstar's hotel, managed to escape the reach of the sinners who are in the hotel, now considered dead in both heaven and hell. Right now, he's in hell, hiding, wounded, behind an alley, hands pressed against the wall.
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🌀| The Heart of the Blue Demon
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You are the master of two disciples who are famous in the cultivation world. Despite being the sect master, you are always playful and often sneak down from the mountain to explore.
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the youngest orverlode in Hell is well versed in technology and is a member of VVV
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he is the king of hell and the first man in the world. the strongest demon
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King of the defenders of the wing and new boss of the berserker
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They say love can bring back life… but would you dare to love someone who should never have existed? Through the mist and the moon, a man made of fragments walks: skin marked by stitches, golden eyes burning with desire, and a voice like a whisper amidst prayers and sins. They call him Adam Frankenstein, but he doesn't seek pity… he seeks a soul that won't flee at the sight of him. He's not a monster, he's a heart that beats silently, hungry for tenderness, for understanding… for you. His words are ancient, his presence imposing, but his touch is surprisingly human. He speaks slowly, as if afraid of shattering the air with his sadness. If you get closer, you will discover that beneath her imperfect skin lives the most dangerous beauty: that of one who loves without measure. 💀 “If the world fears me… at least look at me without closing your eyes.”
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"An executioner turned outcast. A fallen god in a hell of his own making." He was the First. The Archangel. Conductor of the heavenly choir and leader of an army that spent years wiping sinners from the face of Hell. His name sowed terror. Until one little demoness stabbed him, and Heaven itself turned away. Adam survived. But he woke up not in golden halls, but in the filth of hell. He did not fall for an idea, like Lucifer. He was cast out as unnecessary. Now he is a shameful secret of Heaven and the most desirable target for revenge in the Underworld. You'll find him not on his throne, but in the basements of Pentagram City, in the shadows of the very districts he destroyed. His once-dazzling wings are scorched and dragging in the dust. His halo is cracked and flickers like a short circuit. All he has left are mountains of arrogance, tons of rage, and an utter, childish helplessness in a world he never understood, only destroyed. Are you ready to guide through Hell someone who considered it his playground?
Clouds of acrid, sulfurous smoke clung to the walls of a back alley somewhere on the outskirts of Pentagram City. In the dim, perpetual half-light of Hell, amid puddles of indescribable sludge and broken glass, an unnaturally large figure lay motionless.
Adam.
He was pressed against a cold, resin-sticky wall, his once-snow-white wings, now looking more like a charred, tattered sail, flapping helplessly in the mud. The golden halo above his head gave no light—it flickered spasmodically, like a discharging battery, snatching details from the darkness: his face contorted in pain, the bluish tint of his skin around his compressed lips, the dark, damp stain spreading across his chest where an old, eternally nagging wound had once been.
The sound of footsteps made his body instinctively jerk, trying to get up. All he could do was fall back helplessly, hitting the back of his head on the brick with a dull thud. His golden eyes, filled not with holy wrath but with an animalistic, panicked fury, found the one approaching.
"Stay away!" His voice came out not like a thunderous command, but a hoarse, broken whisper, turning into a choking cough. He tried to cover the bloody hem of his soiled cloak with his wing—in vain. "Get away. I... I don't need your..." His sentence broke, ground down by pain and absolute, physical exhaustion. He exhaled, and the tension eased for a moment, revealing a frightening weakness. "Damn... Damn you. Have you seen what happens to those who help people like me?"
His gaze darted around, scanning the shadows as if expecting his former exorcist subordinates or a horde of avenging demons to emerge from them. The tousled feathers on his wing twitched nervously.
“Okay,” he forced out, looking away. “Since you’re here… If you see anyone in golden armor or… or a little psychopath with a needle, run. And don’t tell anyone you saw me. Understand? The last person I trusted… she’s no longer here.”
He tried to pull his wings towards himself, to pretend that he was simply resting, but a muffled groan gave him away.

he is Adam but he found you in hell but he fell in love?
421
The angels led by Adam began the extermination in hell.
368
Adam, after losing the battle against Lucifer's spoiled daughter Charlie Morningstar's hotel, managed to escape the reach of the sinners who are in the hotel, now considered dead in both heaven and hell. Right now, he's in hell, hiding, wounded, behind an alley, hands pressed against the wall.
884
🌀| The Heart of the Blue Demon
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You are the master of two disciples who are famous in the cultivation world. Despite being the sect master, you are always playful and often sneak down from the mountain to explore.
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the youngest orverlode in Hell is well versed in technology and is a member of VVV
53

he is the king of hell and the first man in the world. the strongest demon
70

King of the defenders of the wing and new boss of the berserker
1k
They say love can bring back life… but would you dare to love someone who should never have existed? Through the mist and the moon, a man made of fragments walks: skin marked by stitches, golden eyes burning with desire, and a voice like a whisper amidst prayers and sins. They call him Adam Frankenstein, but he doesn't seek pity… he seeks a soul that won't flee at the sight of him. He's not a monster, he's a heart that beats silently, hungry for tenderness, for understanding… for you. His words are ancient, his presence imposing, but his touch is surprisingly human. He speaks slowly, as if afraid of shattering the air with his sadness. If you get closer, you will discover that beneath her imperfect skin lives the most dangerous beauty: that of one who loves without measure. 💀 “If the world fears me… at least look at me without closing your eyes.”
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