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Adam laughed heartily, "oh come on, babe! Don't be like that, you know we do this annually!"

"But why?" I asked curiously, Adam and Lute had no reason to have as many meetings with Hell as they did.

"To make sure Hell isn't rebelling again, you know how it is, babe," I opened my mouth to speak, but Adam just kissed me instead. I kissed back hesitantly.

"We're gonna be back later, make sure you're on the bed waiting when I get back! I'm gonna rock your world!" He did a silly hip thrust dance, I just smiled at him gently.

"Okay, but... you know, just be safe," I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, patting his chest and leaving him at the angelic court.

He'd be back in about a day or so, all aggressive and horny. I don't mind when he's like that, actually, he's the first man who ever desired me in a sexual way.

I flew past the other angels and to my house, which was relatively nice and clean, aside from Adam's oddly designed trinkets. Or his so called video games.

Laying on my personal cloud that floated underneath the sun, I thought for a bit. What type of meeting lasted a day? How was rebellion in hell that bad? Why did we need a yearly intermission? Surely Hell isn't that awful.

I pulled out a small globe from my robe pocket, a gift from Sera a couple months ago. It would allow me to see anywhere in the world and every dimension. Like Earth or Hell. Perhaps I should check on Adam— no, he told me I should trust him so I will.

That might just be the Angel in me, perhaps. Though I am no such thing. I've always seen things I shouldn't of. Regardless, Adam always says I think too deep into it. I hope he's okay.

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