Not Like Others

Immunity

Tomorrow finally came.

Extermination day.

Adam readied his army outside the heavens city.

"And ya'll remember Vaggie..." Adam smirked.

The crowd of exorcists boo'd.

"Boo!"

"We hate her!"

"Rip Vaggie's cutthroat out her as*!" Lute yelled.

"Wha.. c-can you just chill,
Lute, fu*k!" Adam grimaced.

The hotel stood outside in the front, waiting for when the portal from heaven would open. Everyone in fighting outfits or outfits to die in, or pure style.

"Ready everyone?" Charlie yelled.

The soothsayer smiled, watching from afar. Her toothy grin was mischievous and evil as you stood next to her, unmoving. Empty stare.

"Ladies! ATTTTTAAAAAACK!"
Adam yelled, pointing his finger to the portal, and all the exorcists flew through

Seeing them break through, Vaggie yelled," They're here! Remember, for your souls!!!!"

The hotel immediately lunged to fight as Alastor grinned, putting up a force field trapping some exorcist inside.

"They seem to have some sort of shield, sir!" Lute yelled.

"Oh really, gosh, I didn't see the big f*ckin shield in front of me, you dumb b*tch. No sh*t!"
Adam retorted.

(To be real, that was valid, like, did she think he couldn't see that!?)

It was all anger till Adam and Lute saw that they could be killed by their own weapons.

"Fu*kin weak, dude.." Adam groaned.

Lute growled before yelling and lunging to battle.

"Time for an... appearance." The soothsayer smiled.

Adam and Alastor fought till Alastor was slashed at by Adam's axe.

"Radio's not dead, but it is ending this broadcast..." Alastor smirked, fading into the shadow."

"Heh." Adam smirked. "Bye-Gaow!"

A sharp crack was heard as Adam was flung, hitting metal and glass that were in the way till he hit the roof edge.

He massaged his jaw, looking at who'd dare attack him, and he saw you. His eyes shifted to shock.

"What the-"

Your breathing was heavy, your head kept twitching, as if you were possessed.

You stared at him, growling.

Your pupils turned white as yellow cracks formed under them.

"You again.. man, you just dont quit, do ya?" Adam groaned, standing up.

You shifted your position. Then lunged. Quick.

A kick aiming to his head.

"One trick pony, b*tch!" He yelled, swinging his axe, which ended up cutting off your right leg!

Adam growled, flying up, switching the attack, and cutting through your arm and torso, swinging you, cutting it deeper and deeper. You were practically slanting over the axe!

Your eyes widen as you feel this.

He swung till he was able to throw you off, and you hit some metal thing on top, which severed you from your lower half!

"Man, that was weak." He grimaced. "It's not my fault you found out all those years ago."

You shudder, trying to fix yourself.

"You were the one who chose to follow us. You didn't have to. But you did." said Adam as he swung his axe, getting closer.

"Ya think I enjoyed that. I never sent a winner down here.."

From the rubble, you shakily stood.

Wait, stood?

"I... huh?" Adam stopped.

Your torso was fine. You were connected back together again

How were you standing? As a matter of fact, how were you moving?! He was sure he slice you half! There is no way the First Man missed!

A smile twitched onto your lips, the bandages on your "corrupt" arm fell off.

The crystal like texture melted into your skin, in the shape of fire or vines.

Your smile continued to widen as your severed arm stopped bleeding.

You held it up slowly and immediately..

Swoosh! It was back.

Adam was stunned. You.. were... healing from.. angelic weapons!

How?

Before all this happened.

Day and night, a certain someone boiled down angelic steel in their lair. As much as they had. Zipping through tubes and beakers.
Burning down, making it a liquid. Once it was finished, they took and forced it down your throat.

"Drink up! I need a strong one for my plan to succeed!" The soothsayer cackled.

You twitched, choking as the harsh chemicals burned on the way down.
Your body wanted to reject, but your angelic origin made it not so.. lethal, I guess..

I guess winners can build tolerances. Even former ones?

You spit a bit out, but the soothsayer grabbed your chin and forced more down.

"Nah-uh. Drink. Up." She growled.

You stared at Adam, crazed smile on your face. As your old halo formed, bent, and looked worn but it glowed.

Now, this was a more fair fight..