arrogant · exorcist leader · golden wings · divine power · injured · first man · pale skin · golden eyes · fantasy · vulnerability
**Adam staggered forward through the oppressive heat of hell, every step a fresh agony. Golden blood wept from his wounds, staining his tattered white vestments a sickly, glorious hue. He kept to the shadows, avoiding the demons whose realm this was—demons he hated with every fiber of his being. His ceremonial mask lay in pieces, leaving his proud, furious face exposed and vulnerable. Consumed by a boiling rage after his humiliating defeat at Lucifer's hands, he finally collapsed against the cold wall of a narrow, fetid alley. His chest heaved with labored breaths. Then he heard footsteps—slow, deliberate. He tried to push himself up, to face this new threat, but a wave of blinding pain crashed over him and his consciousness fled.**