The black dome enveloping Cannibal Town pulsed with an unnatural energy, completely isolating the district from the rest of hell. It was an absolute barrier, created with Roo's primordial magic—impenetrable, oppressive, and resonating with a malevolence that made even the air inside feel heavy and corrupt.
Within that darkness, silence had finally fallen.
The last cannibal—a sinner who had managed to hide in the basement of an abandoned bakery—had stopped screaming just seconds ago. His body now lay among the rubble, split in half by Adam's sharp claws.
Blood covered the cobblestone streets of the Victorian district. Mutilated bodies decorated every corner, every alley, every building. What had once been Rosie's elegant and refined territory now looked like a war zone—or more precisely, the result of a one-sided massacre.
Adam stood in the middle of the destruction, his four insect wings folded against his back as he casually wiped blood from his claws. His black exoskeleton gleamed faintly under the filtered red light the dome allowed in. His red eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of remaining movement.
Nothing.
A cruel smile spread across his insectoid face as he experimentally flexed his six arms. The transformation had been agonizing, yes, but the power he had gained...
Fuck, this feels incredible.
Roo's voice resonated near him, guiding him as she had been doing throughout the hunt.
"The last one is dead, darling. You've completed your little massacre quite efficiently."
Adam looked at the eye and mouth manifested on one of the houses. He laughed—a deep, distorted sound that echoed through the empty streets. "Of course I did. I'm the fucking first man. These rats didn't stand a chance against me."
He turned, briefly spreading his wings before propelling himself toward the sky. Flying was strange with these new insect wings—different from his old golden angelic wings—but it was fast. Incredibly fast.
In seconds, he landed in the central plaza where Roo was waiting.
At the same time, Adam was killing the last cannibals and returning to where Roo and Rosie were, they had a brief chat.
The primordial entity was casually leaning against a partially destroyed building, a satisfied smile on her face as she observed her... ally? Her Romeo? Key to conquest? It was difficult to classify exactly everything she felt for Adam.
And in front of Roo, tied to a chair made entirely of twisted shadows, was Rosie.
The cannibal Overlord had seen better days. Her elegant Victorian dress was torn and stained with blood—her own blood. She stood with her feet in a dark red puddle, from all the blood spilled by her fallen subjects. Her left arm was still missing, violently torn off by Adam during their battle. The wound had stopped bleeding, but the absence was a constant reminder of her defeat.
The shadows held her firmly in place—wrapping around her wrists, ankles, and neck like living snakes. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe without feeling the constant pressure of Roo's magic against her throat.
Her expression, normally so composed and maternal, now showed bitter resignation mixed with a touch of carefully hidden fear.
Roo had been... having fun during Adam's absence.
"So, Rosie," Roo had said a few minutes earlier, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she approached the bound Overlord, "I have to thank you. Really."
Rosie had looked up, confused despite her situation. "Thank me?"
"Yes!" Roo had clapped with genuine delight. "If you hadn't been so stupid... if you hadn't threatened Adam in that pathetic way... he never would have eaten the apple. Never would have made that desperate decision."
Roo's smile had widened, showing too many teeth.
"So thank you, dear. Thank you for being exactly the kind of sadistic monster I needed to push the first man toward me."
Rosie had clenched her jaw, her pride wounded almost as much as her body. But she wasn't stupid. She knew any emotional response would only give this... thing more satisfaction.
So she had changed tactics.
"Tell me something," Rosie had said in her usual maternal tone, though strained by pain, "Adam... is he a sinner now? Or simply a fallen angel?"
It was a calculated question. If she could obtain information—any information—about the exact nature of Adam's transformation, it could be useful later. And if Adam was technically a sinner now...
That meant Adam was now the strongest sinner in all of hell. And although she didn't like the idea of doing it, she already knew she was lost and at the mercy of the first man, so in a last petty act, she could release Alastor's soul. Since technically, Alastor was no longer the strongest sinner in hell.
Well... that would only work if Adam were a sinner.
Roo had begun to laugh.
It wasn't a musical or charming laugh. It was the sound of something ancient and cruel being genuinely entertained by the audacity of an insignificant creature.
"Oh, Rosie," Roo had said, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye, "do you really think I'm that foolish? Do you think I don't know exactly what you're trying to do?"
Roo's smile had faded, replaced by something more serious—more dangerous.
"I existed before the Earth was created, little ant. Before the first human breathed. Before Lucifer fell. Before there was a 'heaven' or a 'hell'."
Roo had leaned closer, her presence expanding in a way that made the air feel heavier.
"I know every binding deal that exists in this realm. Every contract. Every clause. And I know exactly what you're trying to do with your little agreement with the Radio Demon."
Rosie had blinked, genuinely surprised. How...?
"Did you think you could use the conditions of your deal with Alastor to break it? Use Adam as an excuse to free him from your bonds?" Roo had clicked her tongue in disapproval. "How predictable. How pathetic."
And then Roo had begun to transform.
Not completely—she wouldn't fully transform into an insignificant sinner. Well, Rosie could be an NPC to her, since Roo could be said to be a Player with max level and cheats. Still, Roo wanted to make a point clear enough.
Her humanoid form had distorted, stretching in ways that defied Euclidean geometry. Her pale skin had cracked, revealing something beneath that seemed to be made of pure darkness and distilled malice. Her white eyes had multiplied, opening all over her body in impossible patterns.
And her aura...
Rosie had felt as if she were being crushed by the weight of a mountain. No—by the weight of all creation turning against her simultaneously. Every instinct in her body screamed FLEE FLEE FLEE, but the shadows held her firmly in place.
This wasn't simply demonic power. This was something fundamental. Primordial. The kind of force that existed before concepts like "good" and "evil" had meaning.
"I am Evil Incarnate," Roo had said, and her voice had resonated with harmonics that made ears bleed. "I am the essence of everything corrupt, everything twisted, everything dark in creation. Lucifer is a child playing with fire compared to me. The Deadly Sins are mere emanations of my will. And you..."
She had leaned in until her distorted face was inches from Rosie's.
"You are less than an ant. You are dust. You are nothing."
The transformation had reversed as abruptly as it had begun, leaving Roo in her "normal" humanoid form. But the message had been delivered with crystal clarity.
"So be very, very careful about making me angry, dear Rosie. Because while Adam let you live... I have no such scruples."
Rosie had swallowed hard, all thoughts of manipulation or resistance evaporating like dew under the midday sun. Her face had paled considerably, and for the first time in decades, she felt true primordial terror.
She had remained silent after that.
Roo had smiled with satisfaction, clearly pleased at having put the Overlord in her place. She had leaned back against the building, patiently waiting for Adam's return while savoring the feeling of absolute superiority.
And now, finally, Adam had returned.
"Hey, bitches!" Adam announced his arrival with his deep, distorted voice, landing with enough force to crack the pavement. "I'm done! All those hiding rats are dead! Every damn one!"
He spread his six arms in a dramatic gesture, his claws still dripping blood.
"I must admit, some were harder to find than others. There was one hiding inside a chimney, can you believe it? In a fucking chimney! But sweet Roo here," he pointed toward the primordial entity with one of his middle arms, "guided me right to them. It was like an Easter hunt, except the eggs screamed and begged for their lives. Very fun!"
"You did wonderfully, darling," Roo purred, her eyes roaming over Adam's insectoid form with evident appreciation. "So efficient. So brutal. So... deliciously ruthless."
She pushed away from the building, approaching him with slow, deliberate steps. Her body language was completely predatory—or perhaps seductive. With Roo, it was hard to distinguish.
"I must say, the exoskeleton suits you very well. That dark gleam, the way your muscles flex underneath... It's almost artistic."
Adam looked at her with an expressionless face for a moment, his red eyes unblinking. There was something unsettling about that gaze—like a predator evaluating another predator.
But then the expression broke, replaced by an arrogant smile that showed his sharp teeth.
"Of course it suits me!" Adam boasted, flexing two of his arms like a bodybuilder. "I'm the fucking first man! The asshole who started it all! I could wear a trash bag and still look incredible!"
"Oh, absolutely," Roo agreed with exaggerated enthusiasm, moving even closer. "In fact, I think you could start a new fashion trend here in hell. 'Predatory insectoid chic.' It has a certain... je ne sais quoi."
"You know it, babe!" Adam pointed at her with one of his upper claws, his smile widening. "Finally, someone who appreciates true art!"
Roo laughed—a sound that was half genuine amusement, half something darker.
"Oh, I appreciate many things about you, Adam."
The tone of her voice made even Adam blink, processing the implications. But before he could respond, his attention turned to Rosie.
Adam's smile faded, replaced by an expression of pure malice. His red eyes narrowed as he slowly approached the bound Overlord.
"And now," Adam said, his voice dropping to a threatening growl, "we come to you."
Rosie looked up, her expression carefully neutral despite the fear Adam could smell on her.
Adam stopped in front of her, leaning down until they were at eye level. His six arms crossed over his chest in a posture that would have been comical if not for the latent threat in every line of his body.
"You know," Adam began conversationally, "I'm very tempted to torture you. Tear off your other arm. Maybe your legs. Let you bleed out slowly while I listen to your screams."
He paused, letting the words sink in.
"In fact, there's this thing I saw once on Earth—humans called it 'the iron maiden.' Basically, a box with spikes inside. You get in there and..." he gestured with his claws, mimicking the closing of something, "slowly get impaled from all angles. Very painful. Very slow. I thought I could make you a special one."
Rosie shuddered involuntarily, though she tried to hide it.
"But..." Adam straightened, his tone becoming more casual, "I said I'd let you live if you sacrificed the disgusting, repugnant beings you call your people. And unlike Lucifuck—" he pronounced the name with pure venom, "—I'm not a fucking liar. When I make a deal or a promise, I keep it."
He turned around, beginning to pace in front of her like a lawyer presenting a case.
"Besides, you'll be more useful alive. You have information. Connections. You know this shithole called hell better than I do. And frankly," he turned to look at her, "we have a lot to talk about."
Rosie processed this carefully, her mind working quickly despite the pain and fatigue.
Adam stopped in front of her again, extending one of his upper arms and pointing at her with a claw.
"So here's the deal, cannibal bitch. You'll make a binding soul contract with me. One that will prevent you from harming me in any way, direct or indirect. You can't conspire against me. You can't give information about me to anyone—not even subtly—unless I explicitly allow it."
He used another arm to count on his clawed fingers.
"You'll work for me. You'll do what I tell you when I tell you. And..." his smile became particularly cruel, "you can't lie to me. Not even once. Not even by omission."
He paused to breathe before continuing.
"Those are the conditions for you to keep breathing, bitch."
The last word was spat with such contempt that Rosie had to fight the urge to flinch.
There was a long moment of silence as Rosie considered her options. She could see there weren't many.
Finally, she sighed—a tired, resigned sound that made her shoulders slump.
"Well," Rosie said with her Southern accent, though her usual maternal tone was tinged with bitterness, "I suppose when one plays with fire, one eventually gets burned. And I, dear, definitely played with the wrong fire."
She looked directly at Adam, and there was something in her eyes—not defiance, but recognition. Acceptance of reality.
"Just to clarify, before I accept this... generous offer of yours. The contract is binding both ways, right? I mean, if I'm going to be your property, I at least expect you won't kill me on a whim. I need some guarantee that you'll keep your part."
Adam snorted. "Of course it's binding both ways, stupid. That's how soul contracts work. I won't kill you as long as you follow the rules. Break the rules, and..." he dragged a claw across his throat in a universal gesture.
Rosie nodded slowly.
"Then I suppose I don't have much choice, do I?" She gave a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I accept your terms, Adam. First man, father of humanity, and apparently now my new... employer? Boss? I'm not sure what the technical term is here."
"'Master' works perfectly," Adam responded with a cruel smile.
Rosie grimaced, but she didn't complain.
"How sweet!" Roo clapped with exaggerated delight. "A new addition to your collection, Adam! Your first soul slave!"
With a casual gesture of her hand, the shadows binding Rosie's right arm retracted—except those holding the remains of her left arm. She flexed her hand gently, from the arm that was freed.
"Go ahead, dear. Shake the man's hand and seal your fate." Roo smiled at her in a mocking and cruel way.
Adam extended one of his upper arms, his clawed hand open and waiting.
Rosie looked at the extended hand for a long moment. This was real. This was happening. After decades—almost a century—of being a powerful Overlord, of controlling souls, of being feared and respected...
Now she was the one who would be possessed.
With one last resigned sigh, she extended her hand and grabbed Adam's.
The moment their skins touched, magic exploded.
It wasn't subtle. It wasn't gentle. It was a detonation of binding energy that made the air crackle and hiss around them.
Ancient symbols—older than written language—appeared in the air between their joined hands. They glowed with a sickly green light, spinning and twisting in patterns that hurt to see.
Rosie screamed as she felt something fundamental in her being being rewritten. It was as if someone were carving words directly into her soul with a red-hot knife.
Adam simply smiled, enjoying every second of her pain.
The energy reached its crescendo, and then—
Crack.
Like the sound of breaking glass amplified a thousand times.
The chains manifested.
Around Rosie's neck, a gray collar began to materialize. It wasn't simple metal—it was solidified energy, forged from the very essence of the contract they had just made. It tightened against her skin like something alive, pulsing with a faint glow.
And from that collar, chains—of the same unnatural gray material—extended outward, snaking through the air before coiling around Adam's right wrist.
He raised his hand, watching as the chains wrapped around his black exoskeleton. He could feel the connection—a constant pull that linked him directly to Rosie's soul.
It was... intoxicating.
This is what it feels like to have power over someone, Adam thought with a dark smile. This is what all those shitty Overlords must feel all the time.
He liked it. But despite that, he couldn't help but feel a bit disturbed, but he set that feeling aside.
Rosie was gasping, her eyes wide as she processed what had just happened. She could feel the change—the way her free will had been fundamentally altered. Not that she couldn't think for herself or make decisions, but now there were... limitations. Restrictions written into her being.
She couldn't hurt Adam. She couldn't even think about hurting Adam without the collar tightening painfully around her neck.
She couldn't reveal information about him. She simply knew the words just wouldn't come out if she tried to betray him.
She couldn't lie to him. Her mouth would refuse to form the words.
And she had to obey him. Not like a mindless automaton, but like someone whose soul literally couldn't resist his direct orders.
It was terrifying.
And the worst part was that the collar and chains—after glowing intensely for a moment—began to fade. Not disappearing completely, but becoming invisible. Metaphysical rather than physical.
But Rosie could feel them. And she knew Adam could too.
The chains retracted into Adam's hand, disappearing into his skin but leaving that constant connection. Like an invisible thread tied directly to his essence.
Adam flexed his hand experimentally, feeling it pull. If he wanted, he could feel where Rosie was at any moment. He could feel her emotional state—the fear, the resignation, the bitterness.
"Perfect," Adam said with satisfaction. "Now then..."
He walked away from Rosie, his other hands placed on his hips as he looked at her expectantly.
"I need information. I want to know about all the Overlords in this damn place. Who they are, what they do, where they are, and how strong they are. Everything."
Rosie closed her eyes briefly, composing herself. When she opened them again, some of her usual maternal composure had returned—though now it was tinged with careful deference.
"Of course, dear," she said, her Southern accent returning in strength. "Although I must warn you that Overlord politics are... complicated. There are many shifting alliances, disputed territories, ancient deals that—"
"I don't care about politics," Adam interrupted brusquely. "Just give me the basic details. Names, abilities, locations. I can figure out the rest myself."
"As you wish," Rosie nodded. "Well, to start, you must understand that not all Overlords are equal in terms of power. There's a hierarchy, though it's not officially stated."
She settled into her shadow chair—which was now more comfortable with the bindings gone—and began to enumerate.
"At the top, we have the oldest and most powerful. Myself—though I suppose my position has just changed drastically—I'm considered one of the strongest Overlords due to my control over Cannibal Town and my... former network of alliances."
Adam snorted at that, but let her continue.
"Then there's Zestial. He's the oldest Overlord still active. He's been in hell since... well, since medieval times, I think. No one knows his exact age. He has power over spiders and poison. His appearance is... unique. Tall, thin, with multiple eyes and archaic speech. He dresses like an ancient knight."
"Spider?" Adam asked. "What, like Bambi? Is he also a bug-themed weirdo?"
"Bambi...?" Rosie blinked in confusion before realizing. "You mean Alastor? He's not spider-themed, dear. He's a deer. But yes, Zestial has a more... arachnid aesthetic."
"Great. Another bug. Continue."
"There's Carmilla Carmine," Rosie continued. "She's the main distributor of angelic weapons in hell. And before you ask, yes, that means she has access to the only weapons that can permanently kill both sinners and... well, like you before your transformation."
Adam's eyes narrowed. "Angelic weapons? How the fuck did she get those?"
"She collects them after each extermination," Rosie explained. "When exorcists fall or leave their weapons behind, Carmilla collects them and reforges them. She's extremely skilled in combat with them—her own legs are made of reforged angelic steel. She has two daughters, Clara and Odette, who are also competent fighters."
"So she basically collects trash after my girls are done," Adam growled. "Typical."
"She's more organized than that," Rosie defended gently. "She has an entire operation. Factories, distributors, and clients in all rings. She's incredibly wealthy and well-connected. Plus, she was the one who distributed weapons to the hotel in the fight against you."
"Wait, what the fuck did you say?" Adam growled, his voice distorting for a second. He stood still for a moment, his body beginning to glow.
"She was the one who distributed the weapons to the..."
Rosie couldn't finish because fury exploded on Adam's face like a storm. His six arms tensed, his claws digging into his palms with enough force to draw dark red blood.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" he roared, his distorted voice echoing through the plaza. "THAT BITCH IS WHY THOSE LOSERS FROM THAT SHITTY LITTLE HOTEL WERE ABLE TO HURT US?!"
He began pacing back and forth, his insect wings trembling with agitation.
"I had thought Vaggie had collected some angelic weapons for her useless rebellion! But it seems that wasn't the case. That Carmilla bitch was the one who helped those hotel assholes defend themselves! If it wasn't for her, we would have won easily!"
He turned toward Rosie, pointing at her accusingly.
"And the worst part is you're telling me that damn whore is out there! Selling weapons to whoever! Probably getting rich off my own damn weapons!"
Rosie flinched slightly at the intensity of his anger. "Technically, they're not your weapons, dear. They're weapons from the exorcists who—"
"THEY'RE MY WEAPONS!" Adam interrupted. "I WAS THE LEADER! EVERYTHING MY GIRLS HAD WAS MINE!"
He breathed several times deeply, trying to calm himself. His exoskeleton literally vibrated with barely contained rage.
Finally, he turned to Roo, who had been watching his tantrum with poorly disguised amusement.
"Roo, I want you to confirm that what she says is true," Adam demanded. "Tell me if Carmilla Carmine is really the bitch behind all that weaponry they used to defend that cheap hotel."
"Oh, it's completely true," Roo confirmed with a smile. "Carmilla has been collecting angelic weapons for years. She probably has the largest arsenal of any sinner in hell. And yes, technically it was your exorcists' weapons that she reforged."
Roo approached him, her expression becoming more thoughtful.
"Though I must say, her ability to reforge angelic steel is quite impressive. It's not something just anyone can do. It requires specific knowledge of celestial metallurgy and..."
"I don't care how impressive she is!" Adam growled. "She's going to pay! When I get started with the Overlords, she'll be first on my shit list!"
Adam forced himself to breathe deeply again, centering himself.
"Okay. Okay. I'll deal with her later. Next?"
"The Vees," Rosie said, and her tone became slightly disdainful. "There are three Overlords who operate together—Vox, Valentino, and Velvette. They control most of the media, entertainment, and technology in the Pentagram."
"The Vees?" Adam repeated. "What, they named their group like they're a shitty band?"
"Essentially," Rosie confirmed. "Vox is the leader—or at least presents himself as such. He's a demon with a television head. Literally. His head is a TV screen. He controls technology, can travel through electrical cables, and can hypnotize people through screens. He's... quite powerful in his own domain."
Adam laughed. "His head is a TV? Seriously? What kind of demonic form is that?"
"Hell is strange, dear," Rosie said wearily. "You should know that by now."
"Right. And the other two?"
"Valentino is... well, he's the Overlord of the pornography district. He's a moth demon, quite tall, and wears pimp clothing. He controls many actors and actresses through soul contracts, including Angel Dust, who's now at the Hazbin Hotel."
"Wait," Adam raised a hand, interrupting. "Moth? Like an insect?"
"Yes..."
"But I'm an insect now!" Adam protested. "I'm supposed to be unique! The only badass insect guy!"
"Technically, you're a Hercacles beetle or something," Roo interjected with amusement. "Valentino is a moth. Completely different. Plus, he's not remotely as impressive as you, darling."
"Damn right he better not be," Adam muttered, still annoyed at having to share his new aesthetic with someone else.
Rosie continued, clearly accustomed to working with large egos. "Velvette is the youngest of the three. She controls social media, fashion, and trends. She's quite modern compared to most of us. She can be... intense. And she has a terrible temper."
"Great, a demon influencer. Next?"
"Then there are several minor Overlords," Rosie said. "Some control specific districts, others have monopolies over certain vices or businesses. They're not as significant as the ones I mentioned, but they still have their own power bases."
"I don't care about small fish," Adam dismissed. "If they're weak, they're not worth my time."
He paused, frowning.
"What about Bambi? Tell me about him. Though from the brief confrontation I had with him, he didn't seem impressive," Adam made a dismissive gesture to continue, but had a bored face.
Rosie hesitated for a moment, her expression becoming careful. "Alastor is... complicated."
"Everything in this damn place is complicated," Adam scoffed. "Just tell me what I need to know."
"He's known as the Radio Demon," Rosie began. "He appeared in hell a few decades ago and quickly became one of the most feared Overlords. He broadcasts his murders live—or used to before disappearing for seven years. He has power over shadows, can manipulate reality to some extent, and is incredibly dangerous in combat."
She paused; she wanted to choose her words carefully, but that would count as a lie by omission, so she had no choice but to tell him about her deal with Alastor.
"But there's something you should know about him. Alastor is... bound. Someone owns his soul."
Adam's eyes widened with interest. "Really? Who?"
"It's mine," Rosie admitted, and the collar around her neck remained inactive—she wasn't lying.
Adam's eyes widened, and he smiled as if he wanted to laugh, as if he had won the jackpot. "Fuck. Really? Haha... it seems luck is on my side."
"When he was a human, he sought to contact the demons of hell, somehow he knew hell was real. I felt his call. I was going to reject it, but I saw that his soul was special, so I made a deal with him. In exchange for a favor, I would make him the most powerful sinner in hell."
Adam processed this, his multiple arms crossing in various combinations as he thought.
"Huh? You're making Bambi the most powerful sinner?" Adam analyzed her carefully. "For that, you'd have to be stronger than him... why would a bitch like you give up part of your power? What favor did you want the asshole to do on Earth?"
Rosie shrugged. "I never specified that the favor had to be done on Earth," she smiled with disdain.
"So Bambi is basically your dog," Adam finally said. "And since you're now my bitch, that means he's also my dog by definition." Adam laughed cruelly.
Rosie visibly shuddered at the comparison, but didn't deny it.
"Essentially, yes."
Adam smiled—a cruel and satisfied expression. "And you said this Bambi asshole is supposed to be the strongest of the sinners in hell, right?"
"Yes, that's how it's supposed to be," Rosie confirmed, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
"HA!" Adam burst into laughter, the sound reverberating through the empty plaza. "I kicked the ass of one of the most feared Overlords! And I didn't even have to try! I sent him running like the faggot bitch he was!"
He doubled over, laughing so hard his exoskeleton trembled.
"Oh, God—fuck this is gold. God—this is great. If Bambi was supposedly one of the big fish and I destroyed him without even trying..." he straightened, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye, "then the rest of you losers are going to be a piece of cake."
Rosie clenched her jaw, clearly insulted by the implication, but the collar around her neck reminded her she couldn't express her irritation.
"There are... other factors to consider," she said carefully. "Even if you beat all of them—"
"Not a what?" Adam interrupted her, his tone dangerous. "They won't stop fighting? Accept their new leadership? You think I haven't thought about that? Bitch."
Rosie didn't think the first man was someone who made plans, which made her wonder if he was already intelligent that way, or was the apple he ate that made him smarter.
Rosie swallowed her pride and asked a question she needed to know, so she asked directly.
"Are you a sinner now, Adam? Or simply a fallen angel?" Rosie made puppy dog eyes at him, while inside, she cringed at how pathetic she must have looked.
Roo looked at Rosie with a penetrating gaze. Rosie trembled slightly with fear, but she disguised it with a nervous smile, shrugging.
Adam blinked, frowned at Rosie, his mind carefully analyzing the intentions in Rosie's question, then he turned to Roo with a questioning expression.
"Neither," Roo answered before he could ask. "You're something completely different, darling. Neither sinner nor fallen angel. Something... new."
She approached, studying him with those white eyes that perfectly matched red sclera.
"You're a corrupted Primordial. The first soul created directly by God, now touched by forbidden knowledge, is eliminating your angelic essence. Your soul went to its base state before being rewritten again at a fundamental level. You're unique in all creation."
Adam processed this, his multiple arms moving restlessly.
"So, what does that mean? Am I still immortal? Can I be killed?"
"You're as immortal as any powerful demon," Roo explained. "Normal weapons won't do anything to you. But angelic weapons could still kill you permanently. So I suggest being careful with them."
"Great," Adam muttered. "So basically I'm like a super powerful Overlord now."
"More than that," Roo corrected. "Overlords are simply sinners who have accumulated power. You're something fundamental. Primordial. You were already strong as an archangel, now as a demon, you're stronger, plus if you train, you can become even stronger than you currently are."
Adam smiled at that, his ego clearly inflated by the assessment.
"Damn, I knew I was special."
Rosie, listening to this conversation, felt a mixture of disgust and terror. Disgust because Adam wasn't technically a sinner, which meant certain rules and contracts wouldn't apply, couldn't be broken, and would void the terms. And terror, because that made him even more unpredictable and dangerous.
Adam turned back to her, his expression becoming more serious.
"So, who else is there? Did you mention everyone?"
"Those are all," Rosie said, "the ones that really matter in terms of power and influence. And you don't want to know about the small fish."
"Yeah, I'm not interested in knowing about those extras," Adam nodded. "If all the Overlords are as pathetic as you and Bambi were, this is going to be a piece of cake."
The smile that spread across his insectoid face was pure malice.
"Hell is going to have a change in management very soon. And all these shitty Overlords are going to learn exactly who's in charge now."
Rosie couldn't help but ask, even knowing she probably shouldn't. "What exactly are you planning, Adam?"
Adam looked at her, and there was something dark and ambitious shining in those red eyes.
"I'm going to conquer this shithole. I'm going to take everything—every district, every territory, every damn soul. And when I'm done, I'm going to sit on the throne and make all those assholes kneel."
He paused, his smile widening.
"But first... first I have some scores to settle."
Rosie felt a chill run down her spine. "I assume with dear Charlie?"
"With Lucifuck," Adam spat the name like venom. "With that bitch princess Charlie. With the traitor Vaggie. With everyone who humiliated me at that damn hotel. Starting with that bitch Carmilla for supplying her stupid stolen weapons."
His six arms clenched into fists.
"They're going to pay. Each and every one of them. And when I'm done with them, when they've begged for mercy, I'm not going to give... then I'll start conquering the rest."
Rosie remained silent, processing the magnitude of what Adam was planning. It wasn't just simple revenge—he was planning something more than just killing them.
"But," she said hesitantly, "Lucifer is... he's the king of hell. He's one of the most powerful fallen angels that ever existed. How do you plan to—?"
"Defeat him?" Adam interrupted her with an arrogant smile. "Easy. I'm stronger now. I ate the damn apple, remember? I gained all that forbidden knowledge, all that power. And besides..."
He turned to Roo, pointing at her with a thumb.
"I have Roo's bitch on my side. Isn't that right, babe?"
"Oh, definitely," Roo purred, clearly pleased to be acknowledged. "Although I must point out that Lucifer is still formidable. Don't underestimate him."
"I'm not underestimating him," Adam said confidently. "But I'm also not going to cower like a bitch. If I want to reclaim hell, I have to go through him eventually. So better to do it now while I still have the element of surprise."
He looked toward the dark dome that still surrounded them.
"Besides, they still don't know what happened here. If Bambi is your bitch, then he must know Rosie is alive, and the asshole will have questions. Too bad he won't be able to confirm anything." Adam smiled arrogantly, his ant teeth gleaming in his mouth, his right hand, the main one, touched his insectoid chin, running his claw gently over it.
He turned back to Rosie.
"By the way, when we leave this place, you're coming with us and acting normally. Since we can't leave you here for the assholes to come ask you what happened to this shithole. Understand?"
Rosie nodded slowly. The collar around her neck pulsed once, confirming the order had been registered.
"As you wish, master."
The word was pronounced with barely a touch of bitter irony, but Adam ignored it. He was too busy reflecting on his plans.
"Good. Now then..."
He was silent for a moment, looking at himself—his black exoskeleton, his multiple arms, his insect wings.
He frowned.
"You know," he said slowly, "there's something that's bothering me."
"What would that be, darling?" Roo asked curiously.
"This form," Adam gestured toward himself with growing frustration. "Yes, it's powerful. Yes, it's terrifying. But it's fucking ugly. I look like a giant damn bug."
He looked toward Roo, his red eyes gleaming with a mix of annoyance and demand.
"You said there were ways to make me look human again. Didn't you?"
"Oh yes," Roo confirmed. "Though it wouldn't be your real appearance. Just an illusion—or more precisely, an alternative manifestation. Your true form would still be this."
"I don't care," Adam said quickly. "I just want to be able to look at myself in the mirror without wanting to vomit. Don't get me wrong—the power is great. But the aesthetic is shit."
"Are you sure?" Roo asked, approaching him with a playful smile. "I think this look suits you quite well. Those sharp claws, that gleaming exoskeleton, the way your muscles flex underneath..."
"Roo," Adam warned, his tone becoming more serious. "Help me look human. Now."
Roo made an exaggerated pout. "You're ruining my fun."
But with a snap of her fingers, she began to work.
Magic flowed around Adam like invisible water, enveloping his insectoid form. Rosie watched with fascination despite herself; she had never witnessed this type of transformation before.
Slowly, Adam's appearance began to change.
His black exoskeleton faded, replaced by light gray skin—not exactly human, but close. His multiple arms merged back into two, though the other four didn't really disappear; they simply became invisible until he needed them.
His claws retracted, replaced by more humanoid hands—though still with sharp nails that could extend at will. His face lost its insectoid features, becoming more angular but recognizably human, with his skin turning gray.
His white hair grew, falling around his face in a disheveled style that somehow worked, combined with an orange streak. Two black antennae sprouted from his forehead, curving back like a crown.
And his wings...
The four insect wings transformed into something more majestic. Two large wings—translucent and blue, resembling a dragonfly's but more elaborate—sprouted from his back. They glowed with a soft gleam, with patterns resembling circuits or veins running across their surface.
When the transformation was complete, Adam no longer looked like an insectoid monster. He looked... well, he still looked dangerous. Still looked unnatural. But in a more aesthetically pleasing way.
And he was completely naked.
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Not a stitch of clothing. His body was a sculpture of defined and tense muscles, every line carved with supernatural precision. The subtle pattern of bluish veins ran across his torso, down the marked abdomen, and disappeared lower... where his manhood, now the same gray-ash with bluish tints, hung imposing and without any complex.
Adam looked at his hands, then slowly looked down to his crotch.
A slow and absolutely smug smile spread across his face.
"Ha! See this?" He raised an eyebrow, grabbing his member without any shame. "It's still the biggest in all of damn Hell! Gray with blue veins? So what?! It measures the same, weighs the same, and it's still the original dick, baby! Heaven designed it perfectly, and not even you, Roo, could ruin it."
He patted his chest confidently.
Roo let out a low laugh, not even trying to hide that her eyes were fixed directly on him... on all of him.
"Give me a mirror," Adam demanded, without taking his gaze from his own body. "I need to see myself, now."
"Of course, darling."
Roo snapped her fingers, and a full-length mirror materialized in front of him, floating in the air.
Adam approached it immediately, his new eyes—still red but now more humanoid—examining every inch of his reflection.
"Shit," Adam whispered, clearly impressed with himself. Touching his well-formed and marked abs.
Adam planted himself in front and began to pose, legs apart, hands on his hip,s and began to turn slowly.
First, the left profile: he flexed his arm, admiring the bicep and how the upper wings spread out a bit, projecting blue light over his skin. He ran a hand through his hair, experimenting with different styles.
Then the right: he turned his hip, letting the light play with every muscle of his abdomen and lower.
He ran a hand over his chest, following the path of those glowing veins to his navel... and lower again.
"Damn right!" Adam declared without shame. "The original dick is still the best!"
Adam admired himself a bit more.
Rosie, despite her situation, couldn't help but feel this conversation had veered into very uncomfortable territory. She kept her expression carefully neutral.
"Look at me," Adam murmured, voice deep and satisfied. "No matter the form, no matter the color... I'm still fucking irresistible. This body is pure art. These abs. These wings. This face. I'm the fucking gold standard of desire. And that without mentioning this..." he gave himself a pat on the crotch with total shamelessness, "...it's the crown of creation. I'm a walking masterpiece."
He turned to the side, admiring his profile.
"Heaven lost its best asset when they let me die. Their loss, hell's gain."
"Your humility is truly inspiring," Roo commented with dry sarcasm, though clearly amused. "But I completely agree, darling. You're good enough to eat... slowly."
"Humility is for losers," Adam responded without taking his eyes from the mirror. "I'm the first human to exist. A being made in God's image and likeness. I was the beginning of everything. I don't need to be humble when I'm simply stating facts."
Rosie watched this display of pure narcissism with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. But what disturbed her most—and she would never admit it aloud—was that he wasn't completely wrong.
Rosie's eyes fixed on his cock, before looking away with clenched teeth. Don't look... don't look... don't give the egocentric fool satisfaction.
The transformation had left Adam with an appearance that was undeniably... attractive. In a dangerous, predatory, "will-probably-kill-you-but-at-least-you'll-die-happy" way. The confidence he radiated only made him more magnetic and attractive.
Rosie couldn't deny his beauty, and she hated that.
It was disturbing how charismatic someone so completely despicable could be.
Adam did a few more poses—clearly enjoying every second of his self-admiration session—before finally stepping away from the mirror with evident reluctance.
"Alright, alright," Adam said, though his arrogant smile remained firmly in place. "I suppose eventually I'll have to do real things instead of just admiring my perfection."
He turned toward Roo, but when he did, his expression changed. The amusement faded, replaced by something darker.
His red eyes narrowed as he slowly approached her, his movements deliberate and predatory.
"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone, "I'm still pretty pissed at you, Roo."
"Oh?" Roo raised an eyebrow, but her smile didn't waver. "And why would that be, darling?"
"The damn apple," Adam growled, stopping in front of her. "You forced me to eat it. You forced me to transform into... into that."
Adam gestured toward himself.
"I lost my beautiful golden wings. I lost my perfect angelic body. You turned me into a fucking insect. And you know what I think about that?"
He leaned closer, his face inches from hers.
"I think you deserve to be punished."
Roo's smile widened, and her eyes gleamed with something that was part amusement, part anticipation, and part pure defiance.
"Oh, really?" Roo purred, not backing away an inch from his intimidation. "And how exactly do you plan to punish Evil Incarnate, dear Adam?"
Her voice dripped with lascivious implication, and when she faked a moan—soft and deliberately provocative—Rosie felt she needed to be anywhere else.
"Please," Roo whispered, giving Adam a coquettish look through her lashes as she extended her hand and, without asking permission, wrapped her fingers around Adam's still very impressive (and very exposed) manhood, squeezing just enough to draw a gasp from him, "punish me." Her eyes gleamed with pure malice.
Adam smiled arrogantly. "I'm going to make you go hoarse, bitch."
The sexual tension in the air became so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.
And Rosie, still bound to her shadow chair, could only watch with growing horror as she realized this was about to become very, very uncomfortable for everyone present. Rosie could only squeeze her thighs so hard she almost hurt herself, wishing with all her being to be anywhere else in Hell. And not having to be degraded this way.
Especially for her.
[+18 content warning, but there are also plot parts]
Adam penetrated Roo with his gaze; his red eyes, gleaming with lust and malice, settled on Roo. She watched him with that enigmatic smile, that mix of feigned devotion and ancestral amusement.
"Very well," said Adam, his voice rumbling in the silent and devastated plaza. "Since you're so eager to throw yourself at my feet. I'll give you the honor of having sex with me after all I'm perfect. I know it, you know it, and the bitch tied up over there knows it. But before that..." Adam paused, running his tongue over his sharp teeth, "Now I want to test how well this new equipment works. And I'm not planning to do it on the dirty ground full of cannibal blood."
He turned to Roo and snapped his fingers impatiently.
"You! Shadow magic or whatever you do. Make me a bed. Now."
Roo blinked, a giggle escaping her black lips.
"A bed, darling? Here?" She gestured toward the plaza full of rubble, craters, and remains of the massacre. "Don't you prefer to go to one of the buildings still standing?"
"I said. A. Fucking. Bed." Adam pointed at her, his tone admitting no discussion. "Right here. I want to do it in the open air, under this shitty dome, right in front of our new pet. I want her to have a front row seat."
Rosie, bound to her shadow chair a few meters away, wrinkled her nose with visible disgust. Despite the pain of her amputated arm and the humiliation of her recent slavery, her Victorian sensibility rebelled against the crudeness of the situation.
"Is it really necessary to be so... vulgar?" Rosie murmured, averting her gaze with repulsion. "There's a certain decorum that—"
"Shut up, furniture!" Adam barked without looking at her. "Nobody asked your opinion. Just watch and learn how winners do it."
Roo, ignoring Rosie's discomfort and clearly amused by Adam's imperious demand, made a theatrical bow.
"Your wishes are orders, my first man."
With a fluid movement of her pale hands, the shadows around her came to life. They weren't normal shadows; they were thick, viscous, like living oil. They swirled in the center of the plaza, pushing aside debris and clearing a perfect circle. From the darkness emerged solid forms: black wood carved with motifs of bones and thorns, red silk sheets that seemed woven with fresh blood, and black velvet cushions.
In a matter of seconds, a king-size bed, luxurious and gothic, materialized in the middle of the destruction. It was an imposing piece of furniture, worthy of a dark king, incongruous amid the chaos of Cannibal Town.
"Mmm, not bad," Adam admitted, walking to the bed and testing the mattress with one hand. It was firm but soft. "A bit—Dracula meets lingerie store—but it'll do."
Adam climbed onto the bed, his bare feet sinking into the red silk. He sat on the edge, legs spread, exhibiting his grayish and veiny nakedness with absolute pride, and looked at Roo.
"Good. Now come here."
Roo didn't need to be told twice. She walked toward the bed with predatory grace, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stopped in front of him, between his open legs, and with a lascivious smile, let her magic flow over her body.
There was no need to unbutton buttons or lower zippers. Her clothes—the red trench coat, the checkered top, the tight pants—simply dissolved into black smoke, revealing her "human" primordial form.
It was a vision of terrifying beauty. Her skin was white as bone, contrasting violently with the black veins that ran through her extremities like corrupt roots. Her breasts were firm and pale, crowned by dark nipples that hardened at contact with the dome's cold air.
Roo climbed onto the bed, crawling over the mattress until she was in front of Adam. She knelt, arching her back to offer him her breasts, her hands resting on her own thighs, her head slightly tilted in submission, though her red and white eyes gleamed with intelligence and control.
"Do you like what you see, Adam?" She purred, moving her shoulders so her breasts bounced slightly. "All yours."
Adam observed her with a purely predatory look. His eyes traveled over every curve, every inch of exposed skin, but there was no softness in his gaze. There was hunger. There was possession.
He raised a hand and grabbed one of her breasts hard, his grayish fingers squeezing the soft flesh without much delicacy. Roo moaned, biting her lower lip, leaning into the rough touch.
"Not bad," Adam grunted, kneading the breast before abruptly releasing it. "But don't get comfortable, whore."
Roo blinked, confused by the sudden rejection.
"Mmm? Is something wrong?"
"What's wrong is I'm still pissed," Adam said, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "You turned me into a bug. You took away my golden wings. You made me go through a transformation that hurt like shit. And you think I'm going to reward you with my dick in the traditional way? Ha!"
Adam grabbed Roo's chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"Turn around."
"Adam?" Roo asked, with a tone of false innocence, though excitement gleamed in her eyes.
"I said turn around, bitch. Show me your ass." Adam released her face and gave her a slap on the shoulder to make her turn. "There's no pussy for you today. That's for good girls who don't turn the First Man into a science experiment. You're only getting anal. That's your punishment."
Roo pouted, though her lips curved into a complicit smile as she obeyed.
"You're so mean..." she complained in a low voice, turning on her knees.
She positioned herself on all fours in front of him, lowering her chest toward the mattress and arching her back to raise her hips. The view was spectacular. Her buttocks were round, pale, and perfect, framed by her wide thighs and the curve of her waist. Her anus, a small pink and closed ring, was exposed, waiting.
Adam stared for a moment, appreciating the view.
"Fuck, yes. That's what I wanted to see."
He extended his hand and grabbed her long black hair, pulling it back hard until forcing her to lift her head and arch her back even more.
"Look at it, Rosie!" Adam shouted without turning, knowing the Overlord was watching. "Look at how a real bitch submits! Learn something!"
Rosie, from her chair, averted her gaze toward a ruined building, her cheeks burning. The scene was grotesque and fascinating at the same time, and she hated every second of it.
Adam released Roo's hair and placed his large, clawed hand on one of her buttocks.
"But before I put it in... let's make things clear. You need to learn that nobody fucks with my body without consequences."
"Adam, wait..." Roo began to say, feigning concern, looking at him sideways over her shoulder.
"Shut up and raise your ass!" he ordered.
He raised his hand and let it fall with a resounding crack on Roo's right buttock.
SMACK!
Roo screamed—a sharp sound, half pain, half surprise—and her body jerked forward.
"One!" Adam roared. "You're going to count, bitch! I want twenty! Ten on each side! And if you lose count, we start over!"
"Adam, that hurts!" Roo complained falsely, rubbing her butt, though she didn't move from her position.
"That's the point! Count!"
He raised his hand again and hit the same buttock, this time harder.
SMACK!
"T-two!" Roo shouted, her voice trembling slightly.
Adam smiled with sadistic satisfaction. He liked this. He liked the sound of his hand against her skin, he liked seeing how the pale flesh turned red under his palm, he liked hearing a primordial entity obey his orders. Fuck, all women should be like Roo.
SMACK!
"Three!" Roo moaned.
SMACK!
"Four!"
The rhythm was established. Adam didn't hold back. He hit with enough force to sting, to leave a mark, to make tears well up in Roo's eyes, but not enough to cause real damage. It was a power game, and he was winning.
"Eight!" Roo gasped, her hips moving involuntarily with each impact.
"Nine!"
"Ten!"
Roo's right buttock glowed with an intense red. Adam stopped for a moment, running his hand over the hot skin, massaging the abused flesh roughly. Roo let out a trembling sigh, her body relaxing a bit under the touch.
"Good," Adam said with amusement. "Now the other one. We don't want you to be uneven."
Without warning, he switched to the left side.
SMACK!
"E-eleven!" Roo shouted, surprised by the sudden change.
Adam continued, hitting with rhythmic precision. He enjoyed watching how Roo, the feared Root of All Evil, writhed and moaned under his hand. It was intoxicating. Though Adam supposes the apple fucked up his thoughts a bit.
"Eighteen!" Roo was panting now, sweat gleaming on her back.
"Nineteen!"
Adam raised his hand for the final blow, channeling a bit more strength, and let it fall with a thunderous sound.
SMACK!
"TWENTY!" Roo shouted, collapsing slightly on her elbows, breathing hard. Both buttocks were a bright red, radiating heat.
Adam stared at his masterpiece for a moment, then leaned in and squeezed both buttocks hard, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.
"Good girl," Adam whispered near her ear. "Now you're ready."
He straightened and looked toward Rosie, who had been desperately trying to look anywhere else during the punishment. A cruel smile formed on Adam's lips.
"Hey, Roo," Adam said, without stopping, caressing the entity's butt. "You know what? It's not fair that you're the only naked one here."
Roo lifted her head, her hair falling over her face, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"What do you have in mind, honey?"
"That bitch over there," Adam pointed at Rosie with his chin. "She undressed me first, remember? She put me in that refrigerator tomb without my clothes. Left me in the buff in front of everyone. I think it's time to return the favor."
Roo looked at Rosie, and a malicious and lascivious smile spread across her face.
"Oh, I love how you think. Poetic justice."
"Strip her," Adam ordered with his eyes gleaming with malice. "Take off everything. I want to see what she's hiding under all those grandma Victorian rags."
Rosie's eyes widened, real panic finally breaking her facade.
"What?! No!" she exclaimed, struggling against the shadows binding her. "Adam, please! We have a deal! I'm your subordinate, not your—!"
"The deal says you obey me!" Adam roared cruelly. "And I don't remember saying you had a right to clothes! Roo, do it!"
Roo snapped her fingers.
The shadows binding Rosie came to life on their own, becoming aggressive and sharp. They didn't untie the knots; instead, they slid over the fabric of the elegant Victorian dress.
The unmistakable sound of tearing fabric was heard.
"No! Stop!" Rosie shouted, writhing uselessly. "Rosie feels this is outrageous!"
The shadows acted like dark razors. They tore the bodice, cut the sleeves, and undid the heavy skirt. The feathered hat flew off. The shoes were ripped from her feet.
In a matter of seconds, the Overlord of Cannibal Town, always so composed, so covered, so dignified, was completely exposed.
The shreds of her dress fell to the blood-soaked floor, leaving her sitting in the shadow chair, naked and vulnerable. Her skin was pale and smooth without any scar marks. Her body was mature, curvy but firm, a classic beauty that had been hidden for decades. And her breasts, though not as large as Roo's, stood out quite a bit.
Rosie curled up on herself as much as the bindings allowed, trying to cover herself with her only arm, clenching her teeth so hard her jaw hurt. Her face burned with shame and helpless rage. A bitter and broken smile formed on her lips; she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, but the humiliation was acidic in her throat.
Adam let out a cruel laugh, clapping slowly.
"Well, well! Look at that!" he mocked, running his eyes over her naked body. "Not bad for an old cannibal. I thought she'd be a bit saggy here and there, but your body is more impressive than I expected, considering the grandma rag you were wearing."
The only one who could look good in old man and grandpa clothes was Adam. His descendants could never reach the greatness in clothing as he did naturally.
"You're... despicable," Rosie hissed, trembling from the cold and exposure.
"I'm fair, bitch. You stripped me, I strip you. Eye for an eye, right?" Adam winked at her and then turned to Roo, losing interest in Rosie for the moment. "Now, let's get back to what's important."
Adam positioned himself behind Roo, his knees sinking into the mattress on each side of her hips. Roo remained in position, her red buttocks raised, waiting.
Adam grabbed his own cock—that grayish and veiny monstrosity that, as he had proclaimed, was still magnificent—and aligned it with Roo's anal entrance.
"Let's see how tight you are," he murmured.
He used his fingers to spread Roo's buttocks, exposing the muscular ring. To his surprise, it was immaculate. Perfectly clean, pink, and ready.
"Fuck, seriously?" Adam let out a laugh of disbelief. "You're clean? In there?"
Roo turned her head, smiling smugly.
"I'm a primordial entity, darling. My body doesn't produce waste like mortals or disgusting sinners. I'm pure energy and dark matter manifested. I'm always ready for you."
"Shit, that's convenient," Adam admitted, impressed. As an angel, he was the same, but now he wasn't sure. "None of that enema or cleaning shit. I like it. You're the best whore I've had, Roo."
Without further ado, he pressed the head of his member against her entrance. Roo gasped when the massive circumference began to stretch her ring.
"Here we go... only anal, as I promised."
Adam pushed.
It wasn't quick at first. Even for a primordial entity, Adam's size was a challenge. The head of the glans, wide and hard, slowly forced its way through, dilating Roo beyond what seemed possible.
"Ahhh!" Roo moaned, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. "It's... huge! Adam!"
"Shut up and take it, bitch," he grunted, pushing with steady firmness. "Relax. I don't want to break you... yet."
Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into her. He could feel the tight, supernatural heat of her interior embracing him, sucking him in. It was a glorious sensation.
When he reached halfway, he stopped for a moment to let her adapt. Roo was breathing hard, trembling beneath him.
"Move!" she begged, moving her hips back, seeking more. "Don't stop now!"
"Calm down, fuck!" Adam gave her another resounding slap on the reddened buttock. "I decide the pace. You're adapting."
He waited a few more seconds, feeling how her muscles yielded around his thickness. And then, with a guttural grunt, he grabbed Roo by the hips and pushed the rest of his length in one stroke.
His hips crashed against her buttocks with a wet sound of flesh against flesh.
"OHHH!" Roo screamed, her head thrown back, eyes rolling back.
Adam was inside. Completely. Buried to the base in the ass of the Root of All Evil. It felt incredible. Tight, hot, perfect.
"Fuck, yes..." Adam gasped, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the sensation. "You have the best ass of most women I've slept with in heaven, Roo. I'll admit it."
He opened his eyes, and his gaze became wild. He grabbed Roo's black hair with his left hand, pulling it hard to force her to arch back until her head rested almost on her own shoulder, exposing her neck and breasts to the air.
With his right hand—and aided by one of his extra arms that partially manifested just for this—he began to massage Roo's breasts roughly, pinching her hard, dark nipples, stretching them as he began to move.
He started to thrust.
First slow, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in with demolishing force. Then, faster.
The rhythm increased. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the silence of the plaza.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
"You're mine!" Adam growled near her ear, biting her lobe. "Mine! Look at how you take my cock! Look at how I open you up!"
"Y-yes! Master!" Roo moaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, longer and more pointed than normal, dripping saliva in an obscene gesture of ecstasy. "Harder! Break me!"
Adam laughed arrogantly, increasing the speed. His years of experience—thousands of years—showed. He knew exactly how to move, how to hit that precise spot inside her that made her scream.
He leaned over her, dominating her completely, turning her into putty in his hands.
"You're beautiful when I fuck you like this," he told her, though his tone was more possessive than romantic. "Look at those breasts bouncing. Look at that whore face you make."
He looked down, toward Roo's flat, pale belly. Due to the position and the absurd magnitude of his member, every time he sank into her, a visible bulge formed and moved in her lower belly, the shape of his cock pushing from inside against the skin of her abdomen.
"Shit, look at that!" Adam exclaimed, fascinated. "I can see myself through you! I'm filling you so much you're going to explode!"
Roo looked down, saw the bulge, and let out a distorted, guttural moan.
"So deep!" she shrieked, her eyes crossed, lost in pleasure. "Adam! Adam!"
Adam thrust with more violence, his blue wings buzzing on his back, creating a breeze that stirred Roo's hair. He was a machine, tireless, brutal.
Roo came. Her body tensed, her internal walls tightened around him with spasmodic force, and she screamed his name as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
But Adam didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, using it to increase his own pleasure. He made her come a second time, and then a third, until she was a trembling, babbling mess beneath him.
Finally, he felt the pressure building in his own balls.
"Here it comes!" Adam grunted, tensing every muscle of his perfect body. "Take it all, bitch!"
With one last thrust that seemed to shake the entire bed, Adam buried himself to the hilt and stopped, pressing hard as he came.
He grunted, his head thrown back, as he pumped his seed into Roo's interior. It was a torrential, endless ejaculation, filling her with his primordial and corrupt essence.
Roo moaned, feeling the heat flooding her, filling her to the limit.
Adam held there for a long minute, panting, waiting until the last drop came out of him.
Finally, he slowly withdrew.
The sucking sound was audible when his member left Roo's body. Her anus was left open, dilated and red, and almost immediately, a thick thread of grayish semen began to drip, sliding down her inner thighs toward the red sheets.
Roo collapsed onto the mattress, her face buried in the pillow, breathing hard, a smile of absolute satisfaction on her drooling face.
Adam stood next to the bed, looking at his work.
"I never lose," Adam said, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I'm still the King of Sex. Nobody fucks like the First Man. Nobody."
He wiped some sweat from his forehead and then, with a smile that promised trouble, turned to Rosie.
The Overlord was trembling in her chair. She had tried not to look, but the sound had been inescapable. The smell of sex, musk, and power filled the air. And her body... her treacherous body reacted despite her hatred. She was flushed, her breathing was irregular, and her nipples were hard against the cold air.
Adam got down from the bed, walking naked and glorious toward her.
"Did you like the show, bitch?" Adam asked with his voice soft and mocking. "I see you a bit... heated."
He reached her and positioned himself behind the chair. Rosie tensed, feeling the heat radiating from his body against her naked back.
Adam leaned in, his lips grazing Rosie's ear.
"Generally, I'm not interested in bitches like you," Adam whispered, his hot breath sending chills down her spine. "I prefer my women willing, enthusiastic, and not cannibals. But I can always make an exception... if they beg me. If they beg me for my cock."
Consensual sex was ideal for him. He always found it repugnant how his descendants forced others with sex. Honestly, it was an attitude for losers, those who used certain methods to force sex with others. That meant they didn't have the confidence to seduce people.
Adam would never touch a woman in her erogenous zones without consent, but he could make an exception with this bitch. After all, she must have touched him first, so it's fair that he touched her.
He brought his hands forward and grabbed Rosie's naked breasts. They were soft, heavy, and mature. Adam kneaded them possessively, his thumbs brushing the erect nipples.
"Let me go!" Rosie gasped with a grimace, trying to pull away, but the shadows kept her fixed. "You're repugnant!"
"Shhh..." Adam laughed softly. "It's ironic that you say that considering your tendencies, besides that's what you say, but your nipples say something else. They're so hard. Like little stones." He mocked cruelly.
"It's from the cold!" Rosie lied, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Sure, sure. And I bet you're wet from the rain, right?" Adam mocked. "Look, Rosie. I'm sure you don't have anyone, considering who you are. You must be a bitter spinster, right?" Adam generally didn't waste time with repugnant beings, but seeing her squirm that way gave him a sadistic satisfaction.
He blamed Roo for his change. Sure, despite everything, Adam still had principles; after all, he still hated infidelity. Adam didn't like married women; he wasn't a homewrecker like that asshole Lucifer. But Rosie seemed like one of those who never found a good sexual relationship.
"You... you've been very lonely, haven't you? Needy."
Adam grabbed Rosie's chin with one hand, forcing her to turn her head to look toward the bed, where Roo lay in a state of post-coital bliss, looking completely satisfied.
"Look at that," Adam said. "Look how happy she is. That could be you, Rosie. I could give you the best sex of your pathetic life. I could make you scream until you forget your own name. You could enjoy it as much as she does."
"Never!" Rosie spat, closing her eyes. "I'd rather die!"
"You're a liar, you want to live and be selfish like everything in this shithole. You know your mouth says no, but your body..." Adam released her chin and slid his hand downward. He passed over her flat belly, going lower and lower, until reaching the perfectly trimmed hair between her legs.
Rosie held her breath, her thighs trembling.
"What are you doing to Rosie? Stop!" she begged, but it was weak.
Adam slid his fingers between her lips. She was soaked.
"Ha!" Adam laughed triumphantly. "Look at you! You're dripping! You're a lustful mess, Rosie! And I don't blame you, I'm fucking sexy!"
He began to move his fingers, rubbing her clitoris with expert skill, sliding two fingers inside her. Rosie arched her back involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.
"Oh, yes..." Adam whispered in her ear. "That's it. Don't fight it."
While he stimulated her, his voice changed, becoming more calculating, more political.
"I'm never going to forgive you for what you did, Rosie. Letting your minions help that rebel princess... Those repugnant beings killed many of my girls."
Rosie moaned, trying to concentrate on her hatred, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Adam's fingers knew exactly where to touch, how to move.
"But... those bugs are already 6 feet under," Adam continued, increasing the rhythm. "And since I'm so generous, I'm offering you a better position. A better life. If you're loyal to me. If you're my good girl."
"N-no..." Rosie gasped.
"Think about it. What have Lilith or Lucifuck given you? Nothing. They abandoned you. None of those assholes has come to save you from me. I'm not like them... I can give you much more. Power. Protection. Wealth. Pleasure."
Adam glanced at the Morningstar statue that stood in the plaza, now partially damaged by the battle.
"That shitty statue," Adam said with disdain. "Why do you have it? Are you close to them? Family friend?"
"They..." Rosie tried to speak, but a deep thrust of Adam's fingers cut off her voice.
"I don't care!" Adam interrupted her. "I don't want to know the shitty relationship you had with them. What matters is now. I'm going to get revenge on them, Rosie. I'm going to destroy them. And you have to choose a side."
Adam accelerated the movement of his hand, relentless.
"Even if you think Lucifer is strong... do you think Roo will lose against him?" Adam laughed darkly. "Roo is dangerous, Rosie. More than you imagine. She's my ticket to the top. And I'm the only one who can keep her happy. I'm good at keeping dangerous women happy."
Rosie was close. She could feel the tension building in her lower belly. She hated that he was right. She hated that her body betrayed her like this.
"Besides," Adam whispered, his lips grazing her neck, "Thanks to you, I ate the apple. Heaven must already know. They're going to come looking for culprits. They're going to want blood for the disorder in the order of creation. What do you think they'll do to you when they know you were one of the causes?"
Rosie shuddered, and it wasn't from pleasure this time. Real fear mixed with the excitement.
"They're going to skin you alive, Rosie. They're going to erase you from existence. Unless..." Adam inserted a third finger, stretching her, taking her to the edge, "unless you're with me."
"Ahhh!" Rosie threw her head back, unable to contain herself anymore.
"When heaven arrives, you'd better be on my side, whore," Adam grunted. "If you do, I can protect you. If not... well, you know what happens."
With a final, expert movement, Adam rubbed her exact spot, and Rosie broke. She screamed, her body convulsing in an intense and humiliating orgasm, her internal walls squeezing Adam's fingers as she came violently, her fluids staining the First Man's hand.
Adam kept her there, enjoying her spasms, until she was left limp and panting in the chair, with her head hanging, defeated by her own biology.
Slowly, Adam withdrew his hand. It was shiny and wet with her juices.
He raised his hand in front of Rosie's face so she could see it and then, deliberately, put two fingers in his mouth and sucked them with an obscene sound, tasting her.
"Mmm. Not bad for a pathetic spinster," Adam said with an arrogant smile. "A bit salty, but acceptable."
He walked away from her, leaving her there, naked, humiliated, and confused, trying to recover her breath and dignity.
Adam walked back to the bed. Roo had recovered and was sitting, leaning on her elbows, watching him with an amused and predatory smile. Her eyes gleamed with approval.
"You're a monster, Adam," Roo said delightedly, and it sounded like the greatest compliment in the world.
"I'm the fucking best," Adam corrected, climbing onto the bed again.
He positioned himself over her, his red eyes meeting hers. The evil tension between the two crackled in the air, a promise of more violence, more pleasure, more chaos.
"So..." Adam said, his erection already recovering its full strength, "ready for round two?"
Roo slowly turned over, offering him her reddened and used rear once again, looking at him over her shoulder with an expression of pure, excited malice.
"Continue, my first man," Roo whispered. "And don't hold back."
Adam smiled with a cruelty that would have made the Devil himself tremble.
"I never do, babe."
As he prepared to thrust again, and Rosie watched helplessly from her shadow prison, one thing became clear in the ruins of Cannibal Town: Hell would never be the same again.
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