Spoiler: Here we go again. Adam awoke to the familiar yet unfamilar world he knew as Har. He hadn't been here in who knows how long. Adam looked around and noticed nobody was there and he let out a sigh as he picked up a rock and help tossing it up and down in the air, "Alright. I'm here. What do you want today?" Adam continued his tossing as he started speaking in a teasing tone, "So are you here to lecture me about my ineffectiveness as a leader? My terrible decision making? How cowardly I am?" Adam threw the rock a far distance away and turned back to the stone throne Semyaza usually sat upon when he was summoned. "Come on Semyaza, I know we have all day to do this, but I would appreciate getting this started." Adam felt something grab his shoulder and he watched a figure appear out of the corner of his eye mumbling, "Shut up kiddo. You are getting cocky." Adam watched as the figure marched their way to the throne, then they took a seat and crossed their legs as they continued, "So, Adam. Hell is devolving you?" "What do you mean by that? And why are you covering your face with a hood." Semyaza was completely covering in black clothing, and their face was covered as well. They literally just looked like a black shadow. Semyaza let out an annoyed groan and replied, "Do not worry yourself about the hood. I am in Hell right now. I have not been here for a very long time, and it seems my form is changing to match those old feelings. It is not looking entirely pleasant right now. I am doing you a favor." "So you're starting to look like your iconic self?" "I hate the word iconic, but yes... the voice is taking longer to change than I expected however... but... it does not matter how I appear. And again, I repeat myself. How is the devolution process going?" "What do you mean by that-" "Calm yourself, it is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, I think it is better this way. Trouble-making little brat, who knows how to get shit done. But... now I need to face your other problem... again." "What other problem." "Your attachment issues... probably the entire reason you came back to hell. To get revenge for your little sweetheart. And let me tell you something. Adam." Semyaza quickly teleported in front of Adam, and Adam jumped at the sudden action, and looked up towards them, "Oh man you got tall-" "You can keep your revenge goal, I don't mind it. However, that cannot be it all. I need you to give into the idea that you are now a subject of Lucifer's, you will be the one heading his army... or at least that was his original plans. Who knows if he changed it up. And now you are being given a task to get Azazel." "I'm going to die if I do that." "Possibly. But it does not matter anymore. You are either going to grab Azazel, or you will die trying. There is no other option." "I can't ju-" "You want to walk into his throne room again and tell him that you could not bring back Azazel because you are afraid of death?" Semyaza stood up straighter and chuckled, "There is an idea I have never thought of..." "What?" "Oh nothing, I tried it once before... but now..." Semyaza chuckled and pat Adam on the head and spoke, "If we get the time we will worry about it." Adam shivered slightly before Semyaza let go of his head, "I prefer this height. Now you can not look down on me." Adam watched as Semyaza sat back down again and the teen blurted out in response, "Your personality is a wreck, you change it way to often." "I do not know where you came to that conclusion. I am pretty sure I have stayed the same. It is just your perspective that has changed." The boy placed his hands in his pocket and refused to look at them, Semyaza leaned forward and spoke in a happier tone, "Hey, think about it this way. You have finally given me a reason to believe in you, kiddo." When Adam woke up, he at first thought he was not actually awake. Not because the setting was unconvincing but because of the way he had left Har. Usually there was at least a transition between there and waking up. Oh well, it didn't matter too much for him. Meooooooooooooow "Ugh why..." Adam spoke as he rolled himself out of bed and looked for Rubbish somewhere in his room, he assumed it had something to do with food so he got him some food and then put it on the ground and waiting for Rubbish to run out and eat it. When he did, Adam pet him quickly before he left the room. He had no idea what the agenda was today, but he might as well go and get some training done. Without hesitation he made his way to the training room and began to train physically fr a while.
Apparently, this group had to stop at a hotel to collect the rest of their members. There were more of them? This both surprised Sven and didn't surprise him at all. Sven put on the jacket his sister had thrown at him, and it had his wallet and phone. Everything. But seriously, who did she think she was? Amelia may have been seventeen years old but he was supposed to be their guardian... even if it wasn't legal. He wondered how the rest would do. Either way, Sven did not show that emotion of wonder and concern at all, instead he looked at all of these people around him and made snap judgments on them. He hated almost all of them. He thought most of them were lunatics, and he must have been a lunatic too. But there were a couple kids here, and he couldn't bring himself to hate them, they were just kids. Kids could believe anything, couldn't they? When they got to the hotel, they met with the other half of the group, and apparently they had another new member. Which gave him a bit of comfort, because that meant he wasn't the only new one and he could find just another person who could feel the same- The fuckers Out of nowhere came the brunette girl from his work, and suddenly all of his anger came. He walked towards her to confront her and her eyes quickly widened as she hid behind two Asian girls in the group, "Oh God oh God oh God." "Don't say the lord's name in vain." "You're speaking English?" "I am NOT going through this again." The girl continued to hide behind the two and she poked her head out from one side of the couple, "And it wasn't in vain, I am calling on him so you don't beat the living daylights out of me. And don't preach to me." Sven walked towards her and walked around the two girls, but Tiia did the exact opposite, "You can't just come into this country and expect everyone to speak your language." "I didn't! That's why I spoke English." "You aren't American?" "I'm from Estonia... Who's expecting shit now?" Immediately after Tiia covered her mouth Sven went to break through the couple and beat Tiia to a pulp before he felt someone grab his shoulders and he was furious and was about to punch out who it was before he realized it was one of the people next to him. The girl smiled and tilted her head saying, "If you bake her like an egg she'll crack." Both of the two stared at the girl for a moment and both spoke in unison, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "I'm not mean." the girl said with a sad face. Sven stared at her for a moment longer before he looked at Tiia and spoke, "You get a free pass, but only this once." After that interaction, all of the people went on the plane, and Sven, Tiia, and Lauren & Alice, fell asleep during the travel.
Sven opened the door a bit more and slid out quickly shutting the door behind him, he refused to look at the group as he responded, "What?" "Uhh... Did you just speak in English?" The short-haired woman asked in disbelief. "Huh? No." Sven quickly looked at her, "I don't know English." "But... you're clearly..." "I-I think, maybe, that because L-Leon is here, you understand each o-other because of his i-influence. Th-Though I thought that only H-Hana could do that." The albino teen chimed in. "Huh..." She looked at the kid in a daze as she was still trying to wrap her head around that. Sven glared at all of them, "Look I don't want any of this nonsense, tell me what you need and then get off my property." "Well..." the nervous girl started. "P-Put simply, we're here because of you. The thing is, w-we aren't exactly n-normal people." She fiddled with a few stray strands of hair as she talked. "Umm... See, w-we're angels. F-Fallen Angels. And you're one too." Sven stared at the nervous girl for a moment after she spoke, but then he quickly turned to opened the door of his house, "Get out of here." "Wait up a sec!" The older girl raised her voice. "I know this sounds crazy, but it's the truth. Try hearing people out before brushing them off, moron!" Sven froze and quickly turned back towards the older girl and came closer to her, "What the fuck did you just call me?!" "You heard me, moron! What are you gonna do about it?" She got right back in his face. "Guys, please! Don't d-do this here! There's n-no need for you guys to fight." The albino teenager tried to calm them down. With an angry groan, Alejandra backed off. "Listen, it's crazy, I know, but we r-really are what we c-claim to be." She took in a breath before continuing. "You've h-heard about the plane crashes and z-zombie attacks, haven't you?" Sven stopped glaring when he listened to the white-haired girl speak, and he responded quickly, "I've heard it mentioned, yes." "Well, those events aren't u-unrelated. I know first-hand." She spoke grimly. "Those attacks w-we're caused by forces from Hell. W-we've lost friends because of them..." "...I am sorry to hear about your friends, but I still don't believe you." "If I might interject," the blond haired Italian butted in. "I could show you proof that we speak the truth about being angels." "Oh, gross. Not that again." The short haired woman looked away from him in disgust. He pulled out a pocket knife and, after rolling up his sleeve, made a deep cut in his arm. Quickly, he slid it along the length of his forearm, before the wound quickly shut itself. "Ah, oh. I forgot... Does anyone have any tissues?" "Here." The woman offered him tissues without even looking. "Thanks." He wiped off the blood, showing that there was no wound at all, now. Sven's eyes widened as he backed away from them in fear and did the sign of the cross, "In the name of Jesus Christ GET AWAY FROM ME."
The door was opened slowly for a moment by a little boy who looked up at the group end then quickly shut the door, he ran through the house whispering to the rest of the kids in the living room, "¡Escóndete! Son los trabajadores sociales!(Hide! It's the social workers!)" "¿Qué?" Sven waited until the five other children were hidden in different places in the house and he let out a quick sigh, looking around in concern before he put on a straight face and walked over to open the door. He opened it a little bit and glanced at the ones now standing in front of his house, "¿Qué quieres?(What do you want?)"
