Adam

<p style="text-align: center"><strong>↳ you think adam killed alastor, your husband. ; ⟡” </strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>˗ˏˋ angst | sfw ´ˎ˗</strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>➢ ﹔୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ PREVIEW:</strong> Standing on top of the hotel still, Adam leaned on his guitar with a wide smirk spread across his face. That shit for red or whatever fucking evil looking ass demon had disappeared, and Adam assumed it would go die off wherever the fuck it landed too. Alastor, or whatever the hell it called themselves, was all talk and no bite. Which was laughable for Adam. That’s all they were, weak and fucking pathetic.</p>