InsaneJournal

WHO: Adam Young and Glory (with an appearance by Ben Wilkinson)
WHAT: Antichrist vs. Hell God.
WHEN: Immediately after this.
WHERE: Glory's new condo after Justice pretty much destroyed her last one.
RATING: PGish (to be safe)
STATUS: Complete; narrative.

Molly was dead.

That was the only thought that went through Adam's mind as he stared at the message from the Master. Molly was dead. She'd been tortured and murdered for no reason other than simply being who she was and knowing the things she knew. And although Adam knew that he had rules he had to follow, and although he knew there was a very good chance God was going to hand him his arse for what he was considering, he frankly didn't care. Molly was dead and nothing would ever make that right again.

But he definitely knew of something that would make it a little better.

Finding Glory wasn't hard when she wasn't even bothering to hide. Had she been outside of the city, or even back in the library, he might have calmed down before getting to her. However that wasn't the case. True the place she'd been in a few days ago had all but been destroyed in a fight with someone else but it hadn't taken her long to find a new place and that was precisely where Adam was heading at the moment.

He made his way down the street without so much as a glance at his surroundings. The very air around him seemed to ripple with his anger, the locals that came across his path cutting him a wide berth and all but scrambling out of the way. He didn't encounter anyone he knew, which was probably a good thing given his current state. When he reached the building GLory was holed up in he didn't bother to knock either. He simply willed the entire wall in front of him away and stepped through the large hole it had created, ignoring the gasps and scrambling of the gathered minions.

All except for one. Apparently at the top of the Hell God's little minion hierarchy, Trat did his best to get Adam's attention with a lot of clearing of his throat and 'excuse me, sir's'. Adam ignored him, continuing on his path through the living room area and toward the bedroom where he knew Glory was preparing to take a relaxing bubble bath. He might have kept right on calmly walking, too, if Trat hadn't opted at the last second to jump in his way. When the minion did, however, Adam wasted no time in grabbing the creature by the throat and tossing him into, and ultimately through, the bedroom door.

"Hey! What the-" Glory's objections were cut off when Adam stepped through the doorway and slowly turned his head to look at her. She blinked, took in the sight before her, blinked again, then slowly began to smile.

"Now that is what I'm talking about!" she exclaimed with a giddy laugh. "Look at you! What, did you come to-"

"Shut. Up." Adam intoned flatly, arching a brow when she found herself doing just that. "Your voice is grating and you enjoy hearing it too much. You don't get to speak again until I say so." Okay, probably not the most epic of ways he could have finally started making use of his abilities after nearly seven years of not, but Adam didn't care. He wasn't here to impress. He was here to show the Hell bitch exactly why you did not mess with people under his protection.

He knew he shouldn't kill her, even if he technically could. He knew if he did kill her, God would make sure it was literally the last thing he ever did. However there was nothing that said he couldn't teach her a lesson and make her wish she was able to die easily. No, there wasn't anything written in the rules against that.

Still trying to speak even though words refused to leave her mouth, Glory's excitement quickly turned to rage. Her eyes narrowed, her entire body seemed to vibrate from impotent anger, and finally she decided, when glaring wasn't going to do the trick, to step things up a notch. And without any further thought to who she was facing or what might really happen, she charged the Anrichrist and punched him in the face.

The blow stung and made Adam's head snap back but that was about it. Returning his gaze to the curly-haired menace, a slow, cold smile crept across his face. "I was hoping you would do that," he said quietly and in a much too calm voice. "Now, it's my turn."

Adam had never been in a real fist fight before. Sure he'd wrestled around with Ben and even Jude, as kids. And he'd certainly had a couple of shoving matches with local kids over the years. But as far as actually exchanging blows with someone, when it came to causing them actual, physical pain, Adam was something of a novice. And although he wanted nothing more than to punch Glory until she was nothing but as bloodied of a heap as Molly currently was, he knew that wasn't going to get him anywhere. Which is the precise reason Adam had no intention of hitting her in the face with his fist.

He was going to use a bat instead.

Although it looked like a simple, nondescript metallic baseball bat, it really wasn't. Well, it was, but it also was something more. It had been tucked away in his closet since he was thirteen, all but forgotten about, but served as a good reminder as to why children who could manipulate reality probably shouldn't play organized sports. Or unorganized sports, for that reason. The point was, they really shouldn't because, when they did, they tended to do things like deciding their bat would always hit its mark no matter what. Which was precisely what this bat did, and was the very reason Adam had every intention of using it on Glory until he either felt better or she stopped being insane. Whichever came first.

The first blow served to send Glory stumbling backward. The second knocked her through the bathroom door and caused her to crash into her partially-filled ceramic bathtub. As the tub shattered beneath her and water began rushing from the room, Adam covered the distance between them and swung again. And again. And again.

He didn't stop, in fact, until there was a shift in the air around him and he watched as the bloodied, stunned expression on Glory's face was replaced with an equally bloody, very confused look on Ben Wilkinson's. And honestly, Adam probably wouldn't have stopped even then – as he was fairly certain killing the human would end the Hell God – but something stayed his final, fatal blow. He blinked through the tears that blurred his vision and the blood that had splattered up into his face. He let his shaking arm fall to his side and made himself draw in a breath to steady himself.

"Not worth it," he bit out, even if he wasn't sure he truly believed those words at the moment. "You aren't worth it." With one last disgusted look, Adam turned slowly to leave the exact same way he'd arrived, muttering under his breath how she could speak again, then stopped at the doorway as a weakened voice called out to him.

"She won't stop..."

Pausing in his tracks, Adam slowly looked over his shoulder at Ben as the man struggled to get to his feet. "She won't show you mercy."

Adam swallowed hard. His jaw twitched a bit. Finally, he inhaled sharply and gave a single nod of his head. "I know," he said quietly. "And that is precisely why she will lose." Then he was gone, ignoring the minions who were staring in terror in his wake and the cries from the human prison to do something about it. He had a friend to bury and others to help with the process of grieving and knew, if nothing else, at least they could now have one day free of even more loss and torment.

It wasn't enough to bring Molly back but he supposed it would just have to do.