TatsumiOda

So, let's take stock, shall we? An ex-wife turned terrorist who's decided to kick off the apocalypse. Seraphim who are scared of their own shadows. A King of Hell who prefers rubber duckies to actually ruling his kingdom. And an entire army of fallen cherubs ready to tear Heaven to pieces. And who gets to clean up this whole fucking mess? That's right. Me. Adam, in the goddamn flesh. Looks like I'll have to dust off the old skills, shake down some ancient demons, build an army, and maybe save all three worlds a couple of times. And, of course, seduce a few cute demon girls. I mean, what kind of man would I be otherwise? Long story short, go put the kettle on. The show is just getting started.

Waking up as an archangel with golden wings – a dream? Like hell. No memories of the body's previous owner, a meeting with Lucifer's daughter in an hour, and your angelic assistant would be only too happy to slit your throat for the slightest mistake. Nothing for it but to slap on a confident smirk, spread your wings, and pray (to who, for crying out loud?) that no one notices the most you did yesterday was watch cartoons about angels.